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greatooglymooglyyy · 1 month

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Trust Me (M. Sturniolo)

chris version?, masterlist

contains: angst, verbal arguing, trust issues, accusations of cheating, make up sex, smut (soft!dom matt), a bit of fluff

a/n: yikes. i don't even know what to say. bone apple teeth.

“Are we really going to argue about this?”

I pause the motions of washing my face to glare at him through my phone. “Yes, Matt. We’re really going to argue about you hanging out with an ex-fling.”

He sighs and readjusts his hold on his phone. “We’re going in circles. I told you I’m not ‘hanging out’ with her. It’s a business collab.”

“Blah, blah, blah.” I mock childishly and Matt cocks his head. I know he’s confused at my sudden surge of pettiness and honestly so am I. I mean, we’ve barely argued at all in the last six months we’ve been together. But, something about this situation is stirring up old insecurities in me and I can’t help lashing out.

“If it’s really just work, why are you just now telling me about it?” I ask as I pick up the phone and walk back to my bedroom, plopping down on the bed.

“My bad, I didn’t know I was on a leash. I didn’t have to tell you about it at all. I called you out of respect when I found out she was coming.” He answers roughly. I’m about to respond when I hear his brothers calling his name.

“I’ll come over when we’re done and we can talk about it face-to-face, okay?” Matt says, softening his tone.

I don’t even reply. I just scoff and end the call, throwing my phone off the bed. I see the screen light up with a message from him but I don’t pick it up. Instead, I head into my living room to spend the day watching the only man who’s never let me down: Stiles Stilinski.

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I must have fallen asleep somewhere around season three because I wake up to Void Stiles and someone banging on my door. Walking over and staring through the peephole, I’m unsurprised to see Matt standing there looking pissed.

I open the door slightly, peeking my head through the hole. “Wrong house.” But he just rolls his eyes, seemingly unimpressed.

“So we hang up in each other’s faces now, right?” He says as he pushes the door open wider and steps inside my apartment.

Sighing, I close the door and lock it, turning to lean against it with my arms crossed. “Oh, you remembered I exist? Only,” I mime checking the time. “three hours later. How was she? Was it good?”

Matt tilts his head and stares at me for a second, his eyes hardening, before he chuckles darkly and shakes his head. “You have me so fucked up today. Accuse me of cheating one more time.”

“If you want to be single, do that. In love or not, you’re just a man. You’re not the only dick-”

Matt cuts in, his face deadly serious again. “Y/N, who the fuck do you think you’re talking to? Stop playing with me.”

His expression tells me I’m going too far, but the anger burning inside of my chest won’t let me back down.

I walk closer to him, stepping into his space “I’ve been there, done that with all the bullshit, Matt.”

“And I’m not them.” He snaps, ducking his face inches from mine. “I’m not stupid and I haven’t done anything to make you not trust me.”

Despite my best efforts, my eyes start to water and I look away. He’s right. I can’t punish him for someone else’s mistakes. I walk away and let myself fall backward onto my couch. “I’m sorry,” I whisper, my arm flung across my eyes.

Matt comes over, pulling off the back pillows so he can crawl on top of me. He moves my arm from my face and adjusts me so I’m looking at him. “I’m not going to cheat on you.”

“I know,” I admit, blinking back my tears at how stupid I feel.

Matt wipes the corners of my eyes and turns my face with his fingertips so he can kiss my jawline. “You’re the only one I want.”

“Even though I have trust issues?” I ask breathlessly as he moves his lips down my neck, the proof of his want hardening against my thigh.

He shrugs, sliding his hands under my shirt and gripping my sides. “I’ll fix them.”

I nudge him so he’ll look at me and wrap my arms around his neck to pull him to me. Tangling my hands in his hair, I press tiny chaste kisses to his lips. He lets me have my way for a few minutes but gets frustrated and takes control, kissing me harder and sweeping his tongue into my mouth.

I grind my hips up against his, needing friction, and he groans. Removing an arm from his neck, I reach down and unbuckle his belt, reaching into his boxers. Matt moans my name against my neck and begins thrusting into my hand slowly. He sits up slightly, pushes my sleeping shorts to the side, and plunges in his middle finger.

I gasp when his cold ring brushes my clit and lean my head on his shoulder.

He adds another finger, using his other hand to hold my legs open when I try to squeeze them closed. He reaches down and stops my hand movements, clearly getting too close, before leaning back down to place kisses on my face.

Matt adds pressure to my clit, laughing when I push against his shoulders. “You’re so fucking wet for me already, pretty girl.”

I moan out his name as an answer and he picks up the pace, curling his fingers to brush my g spot. He keeps up his pace even when I tell him I’m coming, his thumb rubbing circles as I ride out my orgasm. When I come down, he pulls out his fingers and wipes them carelessly on his jeans as he stands up.

“Get on your knees.” He tells me as he kicks off his pants and boxers. I slide off the couch, following his instructions, and face him, assuming he wants head. But when I reach for him, he shakes his head. “Bend over the coffee table.”

I raise my eyebrow slightly but do as he says, bracing my hands on the frame.

Matt kneels behind me and nudges my knees farther apart. He swipes my hair to one side so he can kiss my neck as he lines himself up, grunting quietly as he enters me.

He gives me a second to adjust when he bottoms out, beginning to thrust when I start to squirm. He pulls back as far as he can and slams back into me, pushing me into the table. I gasp, looking back, but he only smirks, leaning down to lightly nip at my shoulder. He continues his rough strokes, his hand digging into my hip.

Fighting for control, I meet his thrusts, pushing my hips back into him, until he braces a hand on my back and pushes me down.

I give up and I press my face into the cool glass, moaning loudly, as he hammers into me. Matt moves his other hand up to the back of my head, lacing his fingers through and tugging gently. “My girl.” He breathes out, the soft tone of his voice contrasting his rough thrusts.

“Please, Matt,” I say, squeezing my eyes shut as I feel my body tightening up.

“Come all over me, baby.” He says, pulling me up and pressing my back into his chest while he thrusts up. My body melts against his, and I unravel around him. I shudder when he continues thrusting, his hand coming up to circle my oversensitive clit.

It’s too much but when I try to wiggle away, he pulls out and stands, yanking me up with him. He leads me back to the sofa and bends me over the arm of it before sliding inside of me again.

He grips both of my hips, using them as leverage as he pounds himself into me. I can’t believe how much he’s stretching me, the tip of his dick kissing my cervix as he thrusts.

He brings his hand up and covers my mouth, shushing me, which must mean I’m being too loud. But I can’t think of anything besides the way he feels inside of me.

I can tell when he gets close because his thrusts become sloppier and he starts moaning out my name. He pushes inside of me as deep as he can and comes, dropping his head onto my back.

We both try to catch our breath for a second before he pulls out of me slowly and points me toward the bathroom. “You can go first.”

When we both have cleaned up, he comes back over to where I’m sitting on the couch and squats down. His eyes are kind and sweet as he takes my hand and brings it to his mouth, pressing a soft kiss to it. “Shower?”

He lets me get in first and I flinch at the cold ass water he’s set it to, turning up the heat. Matt hisses as he follows me in, leaning past me to turn it down. “Are you trying to boil us alive? That shit is proof that you’re a demon.”

I laugh at his dramatics as he grabs my soap and lathers up the loofah. He scrubs my arms gently before spinning me so he can get my back.

When he's done, he pulls me into his chest and I lean my head back, the feeling of his skin against mine like ecstasy.

“Do you know how much I love you?” He says, his voice grating across my ear before he places a kiss behind it.

I turn and smile at him, adoration flooding my body. “I think I’m starting to.”

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baby-yongbok · 4 months

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I Promise

Han Jisung x Reader

▹Genre: Angst - the type that makes you shed a tear

▹Summary: Jisung finally realizes what he's been putting you through and he vows to fix it.

▹Word Count: 1.8k

▹Warnings: Description of a panic attack

▹This One shot was Inspired by the song Til u say i go by NIve

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“Stop saying that. Stop saying that this isn’t working, why are you giving up so easily?” The vase of wilted roses on the dining table shook as Jisung’s tightly closed fists banged lightly against the mahogany. You feel something like the roses in front of you, what was once a beautiful and vibrant gift from the lover sitting across from you is now a wilted reminder of what once was. You’re tired, burnt-out.

“You think this is easy for me? This is the hardest thing that I’ve ever had to do but I’ve had more than enough time to think about this. I’ve had more than enough lonely nights to know that I am sick and tired of this desolate feeling in my chest.” You rise to your feet quicker than you intended, you turn away from the man in front of you as tears well up at your waterline.

“I’m doing what I can, you know that I’m doing what I can. You knew how this would go, you knew that I’d be busy, that my schedule would be packed. I promised you that I’d come home when I can and I have kept that promise -”

“ - you’ve been at the dorms more than you’ve been in this kitchen. You’ve slept there more than you have ever slept here, I’m sure that you have more clothes in your closet there than you do here, so are you really keeping your promise?” The exasperated sigh that falls from Jisungs lips as your feet lead you through the threshold leading to the living room is all the answer you need.

“You’re not being very fair. You know how busy it’s been, I only just got back to Seoul today, we’ve been all over the place, I’ve been all over the place.” He stares at you from the same threshold that you crossed moments ago. “I wasn’t aware that you felt so…”

His wide eyes meet your glassy ones as you allow the tears that you’ve been holding back to spill over your puffy lids like a glass filled to the brim. He steps towards you and with each pitter patter of his bare feet against the hardwood you feel that overflowing glass inching closer to the edge of shattering.

“Tell me.” You allow him to cup your cheek, the rough pad of his thumb wipes a stray tear as he continues to whisper. “Tell me everything that you’ve been keeping in there.”

His other hand rests over your heart for just a second before the palm finds a home against your other cheek. You can feel his faint trembling against you and it’s only now that you notice the erratic pattern of his breathing.

“Do you know how long the nights feel when I’m in that big bed all by myself?” Your lids flutter shut at the sound of your own whisper and you can feel it all coming up, word vomit with an untitled emotion, it's right at the back of your throat. Too thick to swallow. “I’ve stopped making the bed at this point, I stopped buying groceries to accommodate your presence because you’re never at the dinner table anymore.”

Your voice starts to settle into a steady yell as you continue but you can’t stop it. Everything's coming up at once. All of the nights sleeping alone, all of the tears you’ve shed, all of the times you’ve needed the support of a partner that is never there, that can rarely ever pick up the phone. It all comes pouring out in shouting syllables that leave Jisung stumbling back with tears of his own trailing down his cheeks.

“I called you, I called you last week and I needed you, I needed to hear your voice but all I heard was your voicemail. I didn’t even get a text from you that night, I waited hours for you to call me back. I waited and I waited but there was nothing and here we are six days later and you still haven’t asked me why I called.” You choke on your own shout as you take an inhale so sharp that it could’ve cut your larynx. Your throat tightens at the memory of last week. You sat in front of your phone for as long as you could just waiting, just hoping that Jisung would return your call but he never did. You waited and waited until the face that reminds you of him everyday pulled you out of your haze.

Just as you fall to your knees in a choked sob that very face emerges from the dimly lit threshold, Jisung hears the tiny footsteps and swiftly shields your body from her line of sight.

“Mommy, why you cry again?” You sob harder at the sound of her small curious voice. This is all enough to break Jisung, the anxiety in his chest is quickly boiling over into self hatred. The palpable pain lingering in the air is all the proof that he needed to know that you’re right, he didn’t keep his promise. “Appa, is mommy okay?”

“Mommy is- mommy is going to be alright. Appa is trying to fix it, okay?” The brown hair girl hugged her stuffed animal closer to her chest as she took a step towards her father. Jisung was fighting for his life as he did his best to hold back the sob that was rattling against his ribs.

“Come on, let's go back to bed so that I can help mommy, okay?” Jisung’s voice is barely above a whisper but it was enough for the little one in front of him to agree as she held her arms out towards him. He scooped his daughter up and held her close as he made his way down the dimly lit hallway, leaving you and your sorrows to seep into the dark wood beneath your knees. He could nearly hear the heavy tears spilling onto the flooring, he’s sure that the residue of your deep despondency will stain the flooring. His heart aches with sadness and regret as it all sinks in and he swears that what ‘s left of his resolve breaks when his daughter grabs him by his face and kisses the tip of his nose. A sweet whisper leaving her lips as her hopeful words loomed over his head.

“Please fix momma.” That’s when he knew that he would never be able to make things right. Once he heard the latch catch on your daughter's bedroom door the latch holding the emotion trapped in his chest broke open and he sobbed so violently that it made no sound. All that he could hear was panicked ringing as he sunk to the ground and hung his head. His tears soaked into the soft denim of his jeans as all of your words echoed through his head.

His breath caught in his throat and his hands raked through his hair aggressively until they grabbed at the roots and pulled as hard as they could. Time seemed to slow down as he realized what’s been happening. While he’s out in his own world the one that he built with you is crumbling. He got too comfortable, he allowed a thick frost to cover his lens and when he couldn’t see through them anymore he filled in the blanks with the answers that he wanted. He told himself that you were fine, that you’ll understand and that he was barely even missed. That frost was so thick, so blinding that he fooled himself into hurting you.

“Han.” Your hoarse panicked tone is what snaps him out of his thoughts. He blinks a couple of times, trying his best to clear his blurred vision and concentrate. “Jisung, breathe, please.”

It’s only then that he notices the burning in his chest, he sucks in a harsh breath but it’s not enough. He coughs before trying again, the feeling of your soft hands rubbing against his clothed thighs grounds him quicker than he could manage to do by himself. Before he can fill his lungs completely his arms are around your waist. He pulls you into him as he rests against the pale painted wall of the hallway, you wrap your arms around his neck, holding him against your chest as he struggles to regulate his breathing.

“I’m so -”

“- I know, Ji.” He takes a deep inhale and your soft scent makes his muscles tense before relaxing a bit too much. He’s missed this, he’s missed you.

“I- I know that I hurt you. I haven’t been here for either of you but if you please, just please give me a chance to fix this. I’ll take time off, I’ll adjust my schedules and I’ll come home no matter the time. I’m sorry, I’m sorry that I’ve been so absent I didn’t think that-”

“And what happens when you run out of days off? We’ll be a happy family for a month or two and then I'll be sleeping alone again?” He pulls away from you, watery eyes staring into yours with so much sincerity, so much passion.

“I won’t leave you alone again, I’ll do what I can, I’ll do more than they let me. I’ll find a way, if you just let me stay, if you let me try again I promise that I will make up for this pain for the next million years, Jagi, please.”

“Ji...Jisung if this doesn’t work then -”

“Then I’ll leave, I’ll pack my stuff and I’ll give you anything that you need to live a comfortable life without me but that won’t happen. If you give me this chance I will stay by your side until you tell me to leave. I’ll stand by you every day until you scream and yell and beg me to go but please give me the chance to fix what I’ve done.”

“You can’t promise me that everything will change.” Your eyes wander down his frame, a forlorn glint in your eyes. Jisung’s hand takes its familiar position on your cheek, pulling your attention back to him as he takes a rigid breath.

“I can and I will.” His eyes search yours as he tries to grasp onto the hope that’s flying away from you. Maybe he’s making a promise that’s bigger than himself, maybe he can’t do it, maybe he can’t fix you and he’ll break his daughter's heart but he has to try. He has to.

He leans into you and you welcome the feeling of his exhale clashing with yours, his blushed lips brush against your soft ones before he presses the softest kiss to them. It’s loving, it’s hopeful, it’s Jisung and you’ve missed it. You’ve missed him. He whispers against your lips between kisses, his words are airy and desperate but he means them and they mean everything to you.

“I promise.”

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evie-sturns · 2 months

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ʙᴇᴅᴛɪᴍᴇ - ᴄʜʀɪꜱ ꜱᴛᴜʀɴɪᴏʟᴏ

summary: chris and you have twins together, lola and maggie, bedtime is always a struggle with them.

contains: fluff, kissing, swearing.

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11:37pm

chris and i have been dating since highschool, 4 years ago i gave birth to twins

"girls! bedtime please, i didn't realise the time." i call out, opening the door to their shared bedroom.

maggie and lola are bouncing on their double bed while squealing, i walk over to them, my hands resting on my waist. "are you meant to be doing this?"

they both pause to look over at me, innocence spread across their face.

"no.." maggie says quietly, i nod with a small smile

"are you ready for bed?" i ask as the girls flop down on the bed, "yes!" lola says throwing her arms up with a cute grin.

i pull up the covers over them, "stay in bed for the whole night okay? daddy will be in the kitchen until late, so bother him alright?" i say, pressing kisses to their foreheads.

walking out of their room, i flick off the lights behind me. i close their door softly and go out into the kitchen.

chris is sitting on a dining table chair, his phone in one hand and a pepsi can in the other.

"they asleep?" chris asks, putting his phone down "thankfully." i reply with a sigh, sitting down on chris's lap with a heavy sigh.

he plants a long kiss into my hair "i love you so much."

i flip myself around to straddle chris, moving my hair to one side i collide our lips together desperatly. "fuck.." chris breathes into the kiss.

bang.

a loud bang comes from the kids room, i instantly pull away from the kiss, my eyebrows scrunching i throw myself off of chris's lap.

i hear excitable laughing coming from outside their door. i swing open their door, the bedside table is tipped over, maggie and lola are giggling while throwing stuffed animals at each other.

"lola and maggie." i yell sternly, their heads instantly snap round to look at me, their face dropping.

"do you know what time is it? almost midnight." i glare at them

"i am going to put you to bed and if i hear another noise come from this room, dad is going to come in here and be very angry." im cut off by lola

"mommy but- but maggie keeps taking the blanket and my stuffie." she whines.

i shake my head and shut the door for the second time tonight.

"chris-" i say walking into the kitchen "shh i know." he says, grabbing my waist and picking me up. i groan into his shoulder as he walks us into the living room.

"lets watch a movie okay?" chris says calmly, the warm sleves of his crewnecks wrapped around me.

he plonks us down on the couch, i lay on his body comfortably.

1:34am

"this is the best part shush!!" i giggle.

"mooom!" i hear lola laugh as she runs into the room, clutching the ear of her bunny toy in one hand.

i look over at chris, whose rubbing his eyes with his ringed hands.

"maggie wet the bed." she points to her bedroom with a snort, covering her smile with her stuffed animal.

chris sits up, moving me off him and walking over to lola. he scoops her up with one arm, looking into her eyes he starts "did you hear what mom said?" he asks, maintaining eye contact with lola.

"well mommy's stupid!" lola says sassily, my jaw goes slack.

"lola no." chris says, more stern than ive ever heard him. he carries lola out of the room.

i lay back on the couch, closing my eyes and instantly drifting to sleep.

9:39am (the next day)

the harsh sunlight hits my body from the window to my left. i sit up, dazed and somehow in pyjamas, even though i fell asleep in jeans and a tanktop.

"what the fuck.." i groan, my eyes adjusting to the blinding light.

chris walkss into the living room "hey!! you're awake." he says happily.

"oh yeah hope you dont mind, i changed you last night after i changed the girls sheets, you were knoocked outt though." he says with a laugh.

"oh shit wait-" he says, doing a full 180° out of the living room.

he comes back in about a minute, hes holding lola and maggie, one in each hand. theyve both got small cards in their hands and a guilty expression on their face.

"chris what is this?" i ask, standing up off the couch.

"mommy i'm very sorry for being awake late last night." lola says, chris sets her down on two feet and she trots up to me, handing me the card.

the cards are in chris's hand writing, but has a drawing made by lola on the front.

"she told me what to write." chris clarifies setting down maggie aswell.

maggie runs up to me, "and im sorry for wetting the bed but dad says it wasn't my fault and you were just tired and grumpy and it was okay -.."

shes cut off by chris's hand over her mouth "shh shush".

"christopher!" i laugh, slapping his arm with a scoff.

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got a good feeling bout this one team!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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heartfullofleeches · 5 months

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everytime i see the name v you can be assured that i am going to butt in.

honestly, v is definitely the type to hire a hitman just because he got in an argument with someone. sure, he could deal with it by himself — but he is a lazy bum and has his... "priorities".

v meeting up with the hitman and immediately his jaw falls off. the most he was expecting is a bald man in shades and a suit, not an incarnate of a divine being!

v watching hitman aim their sniper on the victim — he can't help but observe the focus in your eyes and the steadiness and precision of your hand near the trigger. he praises the beauty of your hands, and unfortunately, his mind got to wandering. thinking about how your hands would feel on his cock — would you focus on his cock like you focus the aim on your targets? would you stroke his cock with absolute precision?

he's put out of his state when he hears a 'bang!' and flinches.

"the job is done, mr. vince."

"could you... do me next?"

"..."

This is bullshit.

If he knew he had to go outside to have that bastard killed, he would've just done it himself.

V drums his fingers against the dinner table - eyes scanning the venue for anyone that might fit his imagined description of the person he's looking for. Rugged, shaven head, nice suit and tie - maybe a few visible scars from their line of work. While there a number of suits in a fine establishment, they were just the run of the mill rich assholes he'd grown accusation to through his life.

Sweat beading down his neck, V pulls at his collar. He hadn't even dressed up for his grandmother's funeral a year ago and now here he was in a nice button up and slacks for a complete stranger - and it isn't even for a date. If the waitress came by again to check if he was ready to order his tie would be an easy ticket out of here without the embarrassment of walking out looking like a dateless loser. He can already hear them laughing whichever way this goes. Frustrated, V folds his arms, shutting his eyes as tries to blend with the background of the uncomfortable booth he sat in. Maybe if he keeps them closed long enough when they open he'll be back at home - or dead. Either is an acceptable option at this point.

"Excuse me-"

V shoots up from his seat as warm breath fans his ear. The voice, no louder than a whisper, sends a chill down his spine as it flows from the lips of its speaker like smooth honey. A far cry from the unpleasantly sweet tone that waitress threw on to hide her thinly veiled annoyance at seeing V still hogging an empty table. He looks up at the looming figure at his table side - jaw slack as his eyes adjust to the light that envelopes them.

"I don't mean to interrupt whatever it is you are doing, but would you happen to be a Mr. Vincent Carbone?"

V's mouth opens like the jaws of a dying animal fighting for its final breath. The person before him was dressed in date casual clothing. He stares at their exposed collar from the lower cut of their shirt and toned muscles from their sleeves. He rubs at his eyes. This... couldn't be them. He had to be looking at a model. V's standards were pretty low his own admission, but from the way they carried themselves down to their physical attributes proved they were way out of his league.

"Yes... um, that's me... Just Vince is fine."

They tighten their lips with a small nod. V makes a note of how soft they look compared to his own chapped skin. He follows their every move as they sit down in their seat across from him - wasting no time as they pull a black folder from the brief case brought with them. He watches as their calloused fingertips turn each page - pondering what they might feel like around his-

"So - are you this guys secretary or....."

V flinches as their eyes snap up at him - emotionless face plagued by a hint of annoyance at his query. "I can assure you I do all of my work by myself, Mr. Carbone.... From the information you've given me, it appears you have had a fued with this person for quite some time despite numerous attempts to block and/or have them removed from the group of individuals you play games with, and wish to escalate matters further."

Breathing through their teeth, they shut the folder - placing it flat on the table. "Had I not done my research into your person, I'd consider this whole thing."

V feels tightness in the crotch of his slacks at the use of that word. Mr. Carbone. He's been referred to as such before, but the way it rolls off their tongue- V picks up his glass of water and fits it to his lips, trembling hands spilling the cool liquid all over his white shirt.

"R....research... You... know about me?"

"Yes. It's common for me to look into the backgrounds of all my clients. Make sure they have the funds to pay for my services and take note of what I can take as collateral if anything comes up. I know for certain you've got the cash, but the rest is still up in the air."

V swallows hard. "I already had the records of our conversation scrubbed and it's not like we talked much anyway... I don't trust cops much either."

Amused, the hitman's expression shifts from its blank slate for the first time as they offer him a small smile. "Good boy...."

V slaps a hand over his mouth to stiffle the whimper that almost slips out. The hitman retrieves a small flip phone from their briefcase and slides it across the table.

"From now on you will contact me from this device only. We will discuss how what methods you prefer in due time. Do you remember what else we talked about when we spoke over the phone?"

"Yea.... Half up front, half went it's done." V pulls a crumbled envelope from his pocket and hands it to them - savoring the brief moment of contact between his sweaty hands and the heat of their skin through their gloves. They count the bills briefly before sliding it into their back pocket. What V wouldn't do to be that piece of paper.

"I look forward to working with you, Sir. Something tells me we'll be hearing a lot from each other in the future."

".....you promise?"

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greenlaut · 19 days

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death of the divine ✸

as your flatter talk shivers down my spine i hear the Holy One exposing all the lies (Lord, forgive me, i know my flesh needs to die) x

baal / lucifer / michael from angels before man and angels & man by @nicosraf

close-ups + work progress under the cut

og sketches

cleaned up sketch (i can't perceive my own messy sketch's coherency ok)

1st version. didn't like how thick the lineart and the colour palette isn't clicking with me. is so i scrapped it. decided i want to do frame/illuminated manuscript thingy so i added frame and re-centered michael.

i kind of winged it for the final version, so i don't have progress of me picking colour palette or compositions. idk how i did it, i just did it, it was hard. i had a bad day so i blanked out the entire day to just lose myself in this illustration. and then uh. tada.

now some close-ups:

and some notes:

i know i want lucifer's skin to come across as "gold", so i keep picking his colour in the orange spectrum. bcs yanno--the sun (morningstar). naturally baal is more red leaning, which i think also suits his lion associated imagery well (because lion -> strength card (in tarot deck) -> red. idk, it's how my brain is)

originally michael doesn't wear an armour. i decided last minute to put him in one because fuck it; (1) armour cool and (2) i am a masochist ig

both baal and lucifer wear lipgloss. this is entirely dedicated to rafael's (the author. not the angel.) suffering. they share lipgloss by kissing, you fools.

michael has "jellyfish" hairstyle because. the front bob kinda reminds me how catholic friars/monks in certain schoolings cut their hair in that bob hair? yknow the one?? ya?? anyway it's for that imagery.

both baal and lucifer's legs are caging michael. bcs they're what ground him (vices/temptations) ahahahahaa

i actually asked rafael (author not the angel) and he said he imagined baal is a brunette, which is the same like i had in mind. except that baal asked that he got depicted as a wizened old man/wizard. so now he gets a beard and his hair is white. (he also insisted i gave him a stylish beard)

if u look closely at the jewelries the demons wore; one of lucifer's rings and baal's visible earring have gemstones the colour of michael's eyes

in return, michael's sash is the colour of the demons

baal has a ring with heliodor (yellow) for lucifer, and lucifer has a(nother) ring with red ruby for baal

baal's other gemstones are topaz and lucifer's are yellow jasper

both demons have pearl necklaces. they're supposed to represent michael('s wings ahahahahahaahaha)

my headcanon is that michael's wings are brown like sparrow's actually. BUT during the war, god gave him more power and authority and my understanding is that he got tempered into a perfect sword; so his wings turned white. when book 3 came out and they finally bang (I FUCKING HOPE THEY DO. RAFAEL. THIS IS FOR YOU RAFAEL.) his wings will turn brown againehehhehe

lucifer's coat has wing-like cut at the ends to represent his no longer existing wingsbye

michael is blue because one time i shared this imagery with rafael; michael wearing blue because of the same reason virgin mary is depicted in blue. god's favourites are in blue; fated to suffer and be left behind.

fin.

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sailoryooons · 9 months

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Okay hear me out, but maybe a little bit of enemies to lovers, little bit of smutty goodness between witch hunter!yoongi and witch!reader?? Idk why this popped in my head but I’m kind of desperate to see a little something now lol.

Also, I love you ❤️

❀ Pairing: Witch hunter!Yoongi x f. witch!reader

❀ Summary: For years, you and Yoongi have played cat and mouse. It’s his duty to rid the world of witches, but he always finds a new excuse to let you slip through his fingers. When you find yourself at his mercy, you wonder if the great witch hunter will finally end your game of chase, or if there’s something that will stay his hand.

❀ Word Count: 4188

❀ Genre: Urban fantasy, enemies to lovers, a hint of angst, smut

❀ Rating: 18+ Minors are strictly prohibited from engaging and reading this content. It contains explicit content and any minors discovered reading or engaging with this work will be blocked immediately.

❀ Warnings: On screen character death (not permanent though), depictions of blood and intense action sequences, scary demon thing, depiction of weapons, hints at violence between two groups of people, mild world building, a bit of angst, explicit language, explicit sexual content featuring light nipple play, unprotected vaginal sex, emotional sex, a lot of spit, UNEDITED.

❀ Published: August 3, 2023

❀ A/N: I don’t know why I thought I’d be able to control myself with some of these ideas because god dammit Sarah, I want to turn this into more than ~4k of a work. Like this idea inspired me so much, you have no idea how insane I wanted to go on this but I had to CONTROL MYSELF because I promised that this year I would keep it tame. I love you so much and I’m so sorry that this is like 90% plot and 10% smut but I kept inching toward 5k and I was like I HAVE GOT TO STOP MYSELF JESUS CHRIST and dkfgjdiogjfoigjg I am telling you right now, I want to come back and revisit this fic and makie it like a four chapter thing or something because GOD I LOVED THIS IDEA AND YOU KNEW JUST WHAT TO REQUEST. Also this is unedited!!!!

❀ Disclaimer: All members of BTS are faces and name claims for this story. This is entirely a work of fiction and by no means is meant to be a projection, judgment or representation of real-life people. Any scenarios or representations of the people and places mentioned in works are not representative of real-life scenarios.

Most nights, Yoongi dreams of you. He knows better, and yet he can’t help himself. It’s like you’re living under his skin, a virus that has taken root in the marrow of his bones. He doesn’t know how he would dig you out if he tried.

If he tried.

If anyone from the Conclave knew the dangerous game that Yoongi is playing, he would be ousted or killed. Killing would be the mercy, but he’s garnered enough hate within the elite members of the Conclave to know they’d rather him suffer cut off from his resources. His friends. His family.

Still, Yoongi walks a dangerous line. He knows it’s wrong, letting a witch infect him like a sickness. He is sure that he’s under your spell. There’s no other explanation for the way he always lets you slip away. For the way he closes his eyes and imagines the flutter of your heart against his, the sound of your gasps, the warmth of your hands.

Stars explode behind Yoongi’s eyes as he presses the heels of his hands into them. He’s exhausted, limbs heavy and sore from a day of bloody work. The activity downtown has only worsened the last few months, making Yoongi hunt multiple times a day and return home banged up.

The pain he can handle. Witches and their demons are nothing new to him. But he knows there’s something he’s missing, something lurking beneath the surface of the increased activity and the strong demonic presence in the city.

Yoongi knows he could ask you. He’s thought about it a few times over the last few weeks but he’s talked himself out of it each time. The curiosity has always lingered there, waiting for him to ask in those moments where you cross his path, coy and sharp as ever. In the minutes you linger, shooting him insults he thinks you don’t mean and playing little word games.

He doesn’t ask, though. And you never offer, despite the fact that your sharp eyes and knowing smirk lead him to believe you know he wants to ask.

Perhaps that’s why he doesn’t. Not giving you what you want is part of the fun. He likes the way it makes you bristle, magic crackling at your fingertips. He loves the way it makes you narrow your eyes at him, lobbing empty threats that make him want to purr.

Whatever this effect you have on him is potent. He can’t shake you off, can’t outrun you.

And worse, he doesn’t want to.

Rain begins to beat on the bedroom window outside. Though his limbs are heavy from slogging through the sewer system downtown after a witch and her ivax demon, he’s a little too keyed up to sleep. Yoongi senses something staticy in the air, an energy that he can’t name.

Opening up his phone, he flips through his text threads with members of the Conclave. It seems everyone is in it tonight, the demonic activity buzzing and the monsters worse than usual. He frowns when he sees Seokjin mention a prowler crawling through the warehouse district. Yoongi knows that’s where you live and an unexpected sense of unease slivers down his spine.

He locks his phone and tosses it on the bed. He doesn’t need to worry about you. You’re one of the most skilled witches in the city and you’ve killed scores of demons and others alike. He should remove your head for the number of hunters you’ve put in the ground, but you’ve killed triple that in witches.

Which is why you’re alone. It’s not lost on Yoongi that you’re a witch without a coven and with unusual alliances living in a warehouse all alone with a prowler on the loose. If you know it’s there - you have to know it’s there, being you - he knows you’ll go after it.

“Fuck,” he sighs at the ceiling.

Grabbing his phone, Yoongi sends off a quick text.

Yoongi: Anyone dispatching to take care of the prowler?

Councilman Haer: Negative. The Conclave will not be dispatching. The Warehouse District is not critical and it’ll go back down after it’s satiated. Prowlers aren’t controlled by witches, it might even take a few out for us.

Yoongi stomach flips as he squeezes his phone tight before getting up. He’s tired of the Conclave’s inaction. He knows he’ll get in trouble for going after something so dangerous without backup, but he can’t ask Seokjin and Hoseok to back him up on this one. Not unauthorized, and not for something so dangerous.

Unsanctioned hunts is exactly how Yoongi has ended up at the bottom of the pool among Conclave members, but he doesn’t care. Politics can’t erase the fact that he’s the best fucking hunter in the city, and no councilman who won’t get their hands dirty can give him grief for doing what needs to be done.

This isn’t about the Conclave, though. Yoongi knows it. Seokjin would know it, if Yoongi told him what he was doing. But the thought of a prowler tearing through the low-income streets in the Warehouse District doesn’t resonate with him. Neither does knowing that you are one of the witches in the line of fire.

Yoongi dresses and arms himself with military proficiency. A black, long-sleeved shirt with a form-fitted leather vest over it to prevent most stabs and cuts, knives sheathed along the ribbing of the vest, breathable pants with a tactical belt and pockets full of hunting necessities, and his necklace with the Conclave helix.

At the last second, he grabs a jacket and pulls the hood up to keep the beating rain from soaking him through. While he has some talent with magic to help him heal faster and make his blows stronger and faster, he’s not skilled in the way of weather or anything advanced enough to keep him dry and comfortable.

Nervousness settles into him as he takes the subway to the Warehouse District. It’s not far, but the train is empty and filled with dirty puddles left behind from passengers. Lights flicker above as the subway rockets unevening on the tracks, making him dizzy.

When he steps off the train and into the wet underground of the station entrance, he knows something is amiss. His fingers twitch as he jogs up the steps, boots splashing loudly as the rain comes down. Wind whips at him here and when he hears a crack of thunder too loud and rumbling to be human, his instincts kick in.

Yoongi takes off running. He knows where your warehouse-turned-loft is. He’d originally scouted it out to eliminate you. Now, it’s something he’s always kept an eye on, steering other hunters away from your home. It’s silly, he knows. You’d call him weak if you knew, probably. And yet he does it, diverting danger coming your way when he can.

Now, danger is already there.

The storm rages harder as he heads your direction. Wind pushes at him, making Yoongi lock his muscles as he fights the freezing cold rain and the debris that blows down the street with the force of the storm. He hopes that it keeps people indoors and away from the prowler.

But Yoongi sees the purple lighting lance out of the sky, an explosion of radiant beauty for a moment before it strikes nearby, blowing transforms into white sparks and he realizes what is so uncanny about this storm.

It’s you. You’re the storm.

A roar of rage shakes the air as he comes around the corner to your street. The warehouse you live in is at the end of the road right up against the bay. The wind is mixed with salt spray, stinging his eyes as he runs towards the shadowy outline of your building, nearly impossible to see in the rain and night.

Yoongi manages to roll one of the heavy doors open to your loft, muscles screaming with effort. Stepping inside, chaos greets him. The ceiling is blown out above your home, rain pouring in from the sky. It tastes like lightning and blood. No doubt your storm is what ripped the ceiling apart, but when he sees the prowler, he doesn’t blame you.

A massive creature stands ten feet tall, rippling with leathered hide and spikes on its back. Long, gangly limbs drag on the floor with black, sharpened talons on the end of each of its three fingers. The prowler walks awkwardly and Yoongi notes the scorch mark in its left shoulder, making it lean as it drags itself toward its intended target.

Which is you, laying on the ground bloody and rain soaked. Yoongi doesn’t even think. He has no idea if you’re conscious or not, but he’s moving across the room, putting power into his step as he pulls out two of his daggers and jumps high up into the air.

Yoongi’s intent is to land on the back of the prowler and sink each blade in as he falls. He doesn’t anticipate the demon to turn away from bloodied prey, but it does, swinging its arm wildly to bat him away. He’s lucky that the forearm catches him in the stomach and sends him flying and not the flaws.

Closing his eyes and bracing for impact, Yoongi is surprised when he doesn’t slam into a wall. He opens his eyes to see himself floating toward the floor, suspended briefly before the phantom energy drops him gently. He lands with shock, looking up to where you’re sitting up, one hand extended toward him.

At least you weren’t out cold or dead. Yoongi is really happy that you’re not dead, but it’s cut short as the prowler charges him.

This time, Yoongi’s ready. He runs at the beast, waiting until he’s right outside of the window of its swiping claws before he dives to his knees, sliding under the creature and between its legs. He twists his hands, cutting the inside of the creature’s thighs as he goes.

It shrieks, shaking the building and scattering Yoongi’s thoughts. He feels fizzy and confused for a moment, the mind breaking scream of the prowler enough to make him vulnerable. He feels a hand on his face and he looks up, momentarily stricken with the thought that he sees an angel.

“Thank you,” you breathe, and he recognizes your voice. Usually it cracks like a whip, but this is soft. Strange. It terrifies him. “I’m going to do something that is probably going to kill me. Just know that I liked our game, Hunter.”

“What are you doing, Witch?”

Your smile is like the sun. He doesn’t think he’s seen anything more beautiful. Your face is covered in blood and rain, turning your neck scarlet as it runs. There’s a gash above your brow and he sees a blackened wound in your stomach.

It is amazing, how a creature like you, bred to be an evil, wicked thing can look radiant. Holy. Wonderful. Your hand is cradling his face and it feels warm, despite the rain and blood on your hands. Your thumb is soft as it sweeps across his cheek, a touch more reverent than he’s ever known.

“Witch,” Yoongi starts, unsure what you’re doing.

“I’ll miss that. Take this.”

Before Yoongi can react, your hand falls from his face. You move past him with absolute confidence, lifting your chin. You have a limp as you do, and Yoongi reaches after you but you’re already out of his grip.

Something stirs in the air. He’s only felt power rippling like that once before when he was a child, and the entire Conclave worked together to slaughter an Eldritch Witch that had attacked them and taken out more than half of their hunters.

Now, Yoongi feels that dark presence again, energy buzzing against his ears as he turns to look at you over his shoulder. The prowler senses the power disturbance too, backing away from you as dark particles begin to gather around your hands.

Above you, the rain hovers, disrupted by the frequency of your magic. The buzz in Yoongi’s ears gets louder as he climbs to his feet, clapping his hands firmly over his ears, wincing as it gets higher and louder. He thinks it might burst his ear drums or crack his skull open.

Disks of dark particles circle you as you approach the demon, which is now roaring once more, trying to disrupt your thoughts. It doesn’t work, the air vibrating with dark matter. You’re at the center of the swirling darkness, the rings rotating around you like an access.

The sound stops suddenly, and for a moment, Yoongi thinks he’s deaf. Black matter pulses from you, exploding outward. Yoongi hits the floor, realizing if he gets hit with your magic, he’ll die. Never before has he witnessed the Eldritch Blast of a witch, but he knows that it's only used as a final stand.

I’m going to do something that is probably going to kill me.

The finality of your words shreds him open as the shockwave of your magic barrels at him. He thinks he’s going to die as it expands toward him, but instead, it arches over him, battling down against a magical barrier.

Take this. Yoongi realizes you’ve warded him from your destruction, keeping him safe as your blast levels the world around you. He feels the magic beating down on your ward like raging fits, vibrating and shrieking under the pressure of the magic.

It even keeps him from being injured by the collapsing debris.

Yoongi looks at you as the world falls to pieces. You go down to one knee, then the other, swaying as the darkness cascades around you in a final flutter of power. Then you fall over, heavy and unmoving as the rest of the building comes down.

All he can do is scream.

Most nights, you dream of Yoongi. You don’t know when it started - perhaps that first night after you met him? You can’t be sure. All you know is that at some point, the hunter poisoned you from the inside out, a disease taking root and rotting you all the way through to your core.

You always knew that dreaming of him would get you killed one day. But Yoongi was different. Wiser than the rest of his wretched Conclave. Smart enough to question his way of life and his faction’s merciless killings. You think he’ll start asking the right questions soon, that maybe he’ll start seeing the signs that who he has sworn loyalty to isn’t who they say they are.

But Yoongi never asks questions.

It’s easy to tell he wants to. There’s always that little pause at the end of your meetings. You used to think it was perhaps he was trying to decide whether or not to kill you. Perhaps it was that at first, but now it’s something a little different. A little more. Like he is on the edge of finally asking you what exactly is going on in the city that he protects from monsters.

Yoongi is simple, though. He likes his little life tucked away in the Art District and he likes the wash, rinse, repeat of killing demons and corrupted witches nightly. You think he likes your little run-ins.

Now, you’ve finally paid the price of letting him live these last two years. Had someone told you before you’d met Yoongi that you’d sacrifice yourself for him and the rest of a small neighborhood, you’d have laughed in their face. You weren’t a hero, though some might think slaying your own kind and their creatures was worth praise.

Penance and praise are not the same, though.

Dying seems like a good way of paying off your list of wrongs. Especially to save Yoongi. If only to save Yoongi, if you were being honest.

Witches have a lot of lore about death and where one goes in the afterlife. You’re not sure where you are, if you exist, or if you’re even really a thought. It feels like nothingness and everything all at once, a void of floating consciousness. There’s no pain, but you remember the warehouse. Remember the prowler ripping down the door and coming for you specifically.

And him. You remember Yoongi coming in, looking like a fucking angel of old as he leapt through the skies. Together you might have taken on the beast. But prowlers are notoriously difficult to destroy, and you were in no shape to protect Yoongi, much less fight by his side as a reliable partner.

That left you with one option, and though you knew it would end you, you’d done it anyway.

Yoongi’s face swims in your mind. Soft and round, eyes like the bottom of the ocean, a single pink scar carved through his right eye. Mouth soft and petal pink, hair silky and dark, reaching to his shoulders. He’s small for a hunter but he’s strong and broad, his mind his best weapon.

Witch, Yoongi had said. The last words you’d hear from him, spoken with a softness that you’ve never heard from him before. Rain-soaked and wide eyed Yoongi, looking at you like you held the flame of life, like you were something more than a creature on the other side of the trench.

The best thing you could do for him was die.

So you summoned your magic from deep within you, that ancient, sleeping thing. You try not to think about what Yoongi’s last memory of you will be, an eldritch horror that will remind him of the creature that slaughtered his family as a child.

Yoongi will never get to ask his questions. You’ll never get to tell him why you haunt the streets killing your own kind. Yoongi will never know the softness of your kiss. You’ll never know the gentle press of his hands.

Something brushes across your forehead. You feel now and you frown. Or can you frown, in whatever plane of death this is? You’re not sure, but you feel… the weight of your own body. The beating of your own heart. The rush of air through your lungs as you breathe.

Awareness prickles at the back of your neck like a needle. Slowly, you begin to feel solid. Your fingers twist in soft sheets, and when you turn your head, you feel the plushness of a pillow. Smell petrichor and cedar.

It smells like… Yoongi.

“Hmmm?” you feel the vibration in your throat at your unspoken question, nothing but a rumble of noise and confusion. Something cradles your face. “Hunnn..?”

A deep, throaty laugh. “Mmm, I take care of you for a week straight and we’ve moved on to endearments?”

Your eyes flutter open, lids heavy. The world swims into view, a little blurry as your eyes try to focus in the dimly lit room, taking in the bed you’re in and the face hovering above yours.

“Yoongi,” you breathe, your heart expanding with unfettered joy.

“That’s the first time you’ve ever said my name.”

“What?”

“Say it more often.” He leans forward and you watch as his dark eyes drink you in. “And never do that to me again.”

Before you can ask him what that is, Yoongi’s mouth is pressing against yours. You melt immediately, going boneless in a bed you’re unfamiliar with, lost in the citrusy taste of his mouth and the gentle press of his lips. His kiss is soft soft soft, blurring reality as he pulls at your bottom lip teasingly before pulling away.

Eyes fluttering open, you stare at him in wonder. He hovers above your face, haloed by inky-black hair. “Yoongi.”

He smiles. “It sounds much better than hunter. Hun can stay, though.”

“You’re not calling the shots.”

“You’re in no condition to fight me.”

“I killed a prowler, I think you’re no problem.”

His eyes glow. “I think perhaps you’re right. But for now, you’re at my mercy.”

“Kiss me again.” You lift your hands and bring them toward his face, brushing a finger over the bottom of his scar. “And don’t stop this time. I’ll ask my questions later.”

“Of course, witch.”

Yoongi’s kiss is hungrier now. Desperate. Full of all the questions he never asked and you meet him with equal fire. You don’t care that you’ve beat the odds and lived. You don’t care about anything else but the weight of Yoongi straddling your waist and the feel of his velvet soft skin beneath your hands.

Every inch of him is warm, filled with the heat of the hunter’s fire that burns through every member of the Conclave. This hunter burns brighter than the rest, though. Warmth blooms where your fingers press over his stomach and chest, ridding him of his shirt. Fire burns where you grab his arms, arching into him as his teeth skim your throat.

You’ve never felt this in sync with someone, bodies twining together like you were made for one another. Yoongi’s hand is scorching as his touch ghosts down your body, his touch light and teasing as he lowers his mouth to your hardened nipple, catching it and giving a gentle suck.

Honey-dipped moans slip from your mouth. Yoongi’s mouth is wet-hot against your skin, tongue laving hungrily as his hand seeks the heat between your legs. Your thighs open for him easily, giving Yoongi access to the dripping mess of your folds. He curses when his fingers slide between your slit, gathering slick to circle his digits around your clit.

“Fuck,” you hiss, hips twitching. “Don’t bother. I can take you now. Want you now.”

“I told you that you were at my mercy.” You summon your magic, rattling his shelves. Yoongi leans over to your neglected nipple and plucks it with his teeth, making you squeal and shiver, pleasure rattling you. “Fine,” he agrees. “Greedy witch. Should have known.”

“Not greedy,” you shoot back as Yoongi sits up and sheds his pants. Your hands follow him, tracing the faint scars on his stomach, pressing against the muscle of his tapered hips. “I’ve waited for months for you to do something. To say something.”

“I’m not good at that.”

You hum. “It takes me dying for you to take initiative?”

“A lesson hard-learned and never to be repeated.”

Yoongi’s cock is hard, bobbing heavily as he shuffles you under him and presses your thighs open for him. The brown tip is sticky with precum, his shaft long and thick enough to make your cunt ache for him more.

“Nice cock,” you tease as he pumps himself, hand gliding and spreading his precum down his shaft.

He grunts. “Can’t wait to feel this fucking pussy,” he mutters, leaning forward and pressing the tip to your entrance. You make a breathy sound, eyes fluttering shut at the pleasure-pained stretch. “Think you can take it, witch?”

“Yes.”

Yoongi sinks in and you second-guess your statement for a second, but the stretch of his cock pressing you open feels good. Deliriously so, your back arching as he bottoms out. You feel him in your gut, deeper than anything ever before and you whine as he draws his hips back before snapping them forward, punching the breath from your lungs.

He sets a deep, hard pace. You grip his biceps, feeling the muscle flex in his arms. Every part of you is on fire, lit up from the closeness of your bodies as Yoongi leans down and melds your mouths together, continuing to fuck you so deep you know you’ll never forget what it feels like.

Every brush of his cock against your g-spot drives you mad. Every whisper of your name - your name, not witch - makes you shudder. His tongue is hungrily as it brushes against yours, his moans deep and throaty as your pussy grips him tight.

“Fuck,” he pants, sliding a hand down your body to grab your thigh and hoist your leg higher. It changes the angle, making his stroke somehow deeper. Your eyes roll back and your head digs into the mattress as you fist at the sheets. “You can fucking take it.”

“Keep going.”

“As if i could fucking stop.”

You never want him to stop. Fucking you, kisses you, teasing you, shadowing you as you take on the world. You want every part of your life colored with Yoongi. You want him to be a part of your mornings, your fights, your weaknesses, your strengths. You want to rile him up, needle him with little insults that get him going. Tease him to make him laugh and share that secret smile.

Every moment has led to this. You don’t know how you never saw this outcome, here with him, crying out his name as your orgasm crests into an unstoppable force. When you come around him, it’s with his name in your mouth and so much need for him in your heart that you think you might explode with energy for a second time.

After, when you’re wrapped in Yoongi and you feel his hunter’s skin blaze against you, sweat-slick skin pressed close, you think that finally, he’ll ask those questions. You’ll give him answers.

“Don’t do that ever again, witch,” Yoongi warns. “I will follow you into death.”

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senyuuno · 9 months

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COGNIZANCE

Scene: When the Genshin Men realize they can never let you go Notes: I just wanna write before university starts again. (T-T)

Wanderer

Rushed footsteps can be heard along the hallways of the infirmary; along with it are some shouts of frustrations.

“I’ll shut your mouth completely if you keep on yammering at me!” Just a few seconds after that was the loud bang of your door as it flung open. There revealed the Wanderer, around him was his menacing aura that you could feel emanating from him.

“No, you can’t!”

“Sorry, Sir, but this is a private area!”

“We can’t let you i—”

You nervously smiled—“Uh, h-hi?”

“I never repeat myself.” With that, the attendant looked at you before sighing in defeat and leaving the room completely, closing the door behind them.

“You never really listen to me! I told you to—”

“Sir, you ca—” The attendant was cut off once Wanderer glared at them.

“Uhm…” You started off. Wanderer, then again, looked at you, glaring at your wounds as he grabbed your collar.

“Why would you even leave after I told you not to? Sneaking off in the middle of the night just to get some lowly artifacts and then what? You come back here with those bruises? Hah! That’s so weak of you, Y/N…you know you could die if you weren’t careful right?!” He continued to nag; his face flushed in anger but his voice slowly cracking as he tries to hide his anxiousness seeing your bandages.

“A pathetic mortal like you can…c-can….” An unexpected tear escaped from his eyes. You look at him. With your hand slowly removing his hands from your collar and taking it to your chest just to feel your heartbeat, you said—“Can you feel it? It’s beating right? That means I’m still alive.”

“Y…you…” Tears streamed from his eyes as he finally releases his worries. He wraps his arms around you as he hugged you, your warmth spreading on his proved that you are still alive. He tightens his hugs and you can’t help but to pat his back.

“I’m fine,” you mumbled, and you try to repeat yourself again—“I really am ok—” but was cut off in the middle of it.

“—You can’t leave me,” he mumbled.

“Never.”

Childe

[“Aha! There you are, Comrade!” Just hearing Childe’s voice made you frown.

“What?” You asked, your tone annoyed as you turn to him.

You sighed. As expected, he’s all full of wounds again. There’s a blood crippling from his forehead, a bruise just on the side of his lips, gloves torn, and his clothes dirty.

“Ugh, Childe, what mission did you handle again?” You lightly grabbed his arm, making him seat on the sofa as you started to look for your medical kits to support your healing.

“Heh~ just the usual,” he grinned which just annoyed you again.

“Ouch! Hey, be careful!” He whined as you pressed the side of his lips.

“Oh, shut up,” you groaned.

As you started to heal him, he just stared at you. Your frowning face is quite a sight to see. How your brows furrowed as you try to focus on his wounds, your slightly parted lips…your scent fanning on him instead of the smell of blood, your concerned eyes didn’t escape his perceptive gaze instead of those dagger eyes and glarings he always had to deal…your mumble of curses to him which he finds surprisingly soothing…all of you.]

Those happened only a week ago. Since he was restrained by the Fatui for the meantime, as one of his mission somehow failed, he was exasperated.

“Hah!” He sighed in frustration as he glared at his own weapon.

He grabs one of his arrows and started playing with it—“Agh! I was supposed to be at battles right now! Tsk!” He closes his eyes.

The smell of the battlefield started urging him again to just escape the retainment order. Then after that, he’d all look like a ragged doll again with the wounds and blood on him…then…he’ll go straight to you to heal him…and then he’ll watch how you take care of him…and then…

He opens his eyes, intently staring on his arrow. His fingertips tracing the nock as he unconsciously raised the arrowhead and grazing his skin deep using it. His eyes dark as he once more pressed it…he flinched.

Seeing how he wounds himself, blood slowly crippling down his arms as he looks at it, he chuckled—“I’m…seriously…crazy. Going this far just to—” then he groans.

“I guess it’s time to see Y/N~” he hums as he stood up.

Xiao

“Do you mind if I like you?” You heard Xiao mumbled something before he answers you— “A mortal and an adeptus can’t be together.”

“Eh~ You don’t have to like me back though,” you said chuckling.

Xiao looks at you as you stared at the horizon. Both of you were at near the Liyue Harbor and just enjoying the view. The scenery wasn’t even at the main harbor, yet the ocean…rather…the horizon, for you sends you at awe. His lips parted as if wanting to say something but decided to just shrug it away. Of course. Who wouldn’t want your affection? The way you care…the way you express your concern…how your eyes shine when you see something up to your likings…If only…

“You know sometimes, I wonder how deep the ocean is?” Xiao flinched at your question.

“It’s deep enough for you to swim. You’d be too tired even before meeting halfway the end of it,” he said. You chuckled.

“Deep enough to kill me?” Why…are you always showing curiosity over trivial matters?

“…Deep enough for you to struggle. You won’t be able to breathe; you won’t be able to seek help to other mortals since the ocean is a bit far from here…” Reminiscing the past as he closes his eyes, he continued to talk— “Do not scurry away long from the land and be comfortable with the waters, it would not be good for your inquisitiveness,” he added as he sighed. The smell of the bloody battlefield, the scent of the saltwater that he had buried long time ago but creeping its way to his present.

“Y/N, let’s get you ba—” He freezes. Upon opening his eyes, half of your body was deep in the ocean. It wasn’t even that deep to begin with.

“Y/N—” He was fast enough to get into the waters and grab you in the arms. But you didn’t look at him.

His breath hitches, almost as if he was being strangled. When you look back at him, he was already trembling as he looks at you in pure desperation. His other hand was holding onto your arms, the other on his neck.

“Hey, what are you planning to do?”

“You know, Xiao…living is tiresome,” you mumbled, enough for him to hear.

“Eventhough I am a mortal, like you said…why was it that life itself is frustrating.”

“Y/N, let’s get—” Please spare me a glance.

“What do you think Xiao?” He freezes, once again, at what you said.

“Y/N, you can’t…”

“W-were you angry?”

“Wha—”

“Don’t go there…the ocean is…” his breath hitched again— “D-don’t go….d-don’t…”

“Xiao? Hey—” you fully turn your body to him and as you try to remove his hand on your arms, he just hold onto it tighter— “You c-can like me…just don’t…nnghhhh…” Xiao looked at the ocean and to you again. .

“You’re hyperventilating?! Hey…let’s get you out of the wa—” Before you could finish your sentence, he pulls you closer to him.

“Don’t leave me,” his eyes full of fear as if you just triggered something in him.

“You should not, Y/N,” he said. “I understand but first—”

“You must not leave me.”

#genshin x reader #senyuuno #childe x reader #wanderer x reader #scaramouche x reader #xiao x reader

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clockwayswrites · 11 months

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This isn’t me feeding you all this week.

Timeline Masterpost Wc:1535

“Hey, sorry. Do you have anything that’s good at getting out blood stains?”

Jason blinked sleepily down Danny, who was standing at his door with a pair of jeans and a shirt clutched in his hand.

A hastily bandaged hand.

Jason resigned himself to waking up the rest of the way. “What did you do to yourself?”

The answer was lost as Danny ducked his head down in embarrassment.

“Didn’t quite get that,” Jason drawled.

Danny shuffled, peering up at Jason from under his bangs. “I said I was just trying to cook lunch.”

“Okay Tuesday, get in here.” Jason stepped back to let Danny in. He motioned with a little wave when Danny just blinked back at him.

“Tuesday?”

“Because nothing good ever happens on a Tuesday—”

“You’ve said.”

“—and you are just bad luck.”

“I am— no, okay, that’s fair. Guess my name is Tuesday now,” Danny pondered as he followed Jason into his apartment.

Jason steered Danny over to the kitchen island, sitting him down at it while he went to grab the first aid kit that he kept above the fridge. “How’d you cut your hand?”

“Can of beans.”

“Can of beans,” Jason parroted back dryly. “How’s you cut your hand on a can of beans?”

“I opened it and was fishing out the lid, but part of the side was sharp and it cut my hand, just a little bit, but it made me jolt and then I cut myself on the lid and… yep. Here I am, sitting in your kitchen, bleeding. Which really sucks because I need to get my pants clean since they’re my only pair decent enough to wear in public.”

Jason closed his eyes and took a deep breath. “You only have one pair of jeans?”

“Don’t judge me. It used to be two but there was that Ivy attack last week and it was me or my pants in the fight against the vines.”

“Tuesday…”

Danny’s brow crinkled adorably. “No, it was Wednes- oh, right, nickname. Really living up to it already, aren’t I?”

“You really are,” Jason said. His words were gruff, but he made sure to keep his touch gentle as he took Danny’s hand and started to undo the bandages. “So I’m going to clean and bandage this up properly. Then I’ll throw your cloths in the wash.”

“I was just going to wash them in the tub, I don’t have enough to waste a load on,” Danny protested.

“It’s fine,” Jason said. He wiped away the blood, getting a sense of the cuts under it. Hand wounds were tricky because they were prone to reopening, but it didn’t look too bad. “I’ve got a washer in my unit.”

“Really? I didn’t think they had the hookups.”

Jason gave a little huff of a laugh at that, which caused Danny to give a scowly little pout. “What’s so funny?”

“You’re new here or you’d know I know the owner. It comes with perks.” Jason ran a disinfectant wipe over the cut, shushing Danny soothingly as the other hissed at the burn. “So like I said, I’m going to thrown your clothes in the wash. Then I’m making breakfast—”

“It’s after eleven.”

“I just woke up, it’s breakfast,” Jason said with the firm tone of someone in the nightlife. “And then we’re going shopping because you need more than one pair of pants.”

Danny ducked his head, mumbling again.

“Speak up Tuesday. And hold your hand still,” Jason instructed as he carefully applied the liquid stitches.

“I said I don’t have the money to buy new pants, that’s why I need these clean.”

Jason tilted Danny’s hand, inspecting his work. Just to be safe he added on a few butterfly bandages. “I didn’t ask if you had the money, I told you we’re going shopping.”

“I— what?”

“I’ll buy you the pants, Tuesday.”

“What?! No! No, nope,” Danny explained waving frantically.

Jason’s hand shot out to grab Danny’s wrist before he could undo all of Jason’s hard work. Danny froze under his grip, which Jason made sure to loosen. “Stop moving until I’m done, okay?”

“Okay.”

Jason watched Danny for a moment to make sure he was actually going to listen before nodding and getting to work wrapping the hand. “I’ll buy you the pants and anything else you need. I’ve got the money for it and I’m not exactly doing anything else with it. Call it a house warming present or some shit if you need a reason to accept it.”

“You already brought me cinnamon buns last week,” Danny pointed out in a mumble.

“Naw, now I know how you eat. Those weren’t a house warming present, those were a survival package.”

“I- that’s not! Hey!” The blush Danny was now sporting made the scattering of freckles he had all the more obvious.

Jason just chuckled as he looked over the first aid one more time before releasing Danny’s hand and peeling off his gloves. “Now be a good boy and sit there while I put your stuff in the wash.”

Danny opened his mouth and snapped it closed before he just gave a meek little nod.

Leaving Danny to sit, Jason took the clothing to his washroom. He prepped the clothing, thankful as he often was for Alfred’s special blend of stain remover. He’d check before putting them in dryer, but he was confident that the blood would come out.

Danny was still perched on the barstool when Jason came back to the main room. He was leaning to the side, almost tipping the stool over in his efforts to looking around curiously, but didn’t seem to have moved from his seat. When he spotted Jason he set back up properly. The stool made thunk as it righted; Danny winced.

“Are you good with eggs and toast?” Jason asked as he rounded the island.

“No toast.” The words were surprisingly vehement— enough to make Jason turn to look at Danny in surprise. Danny rubbed at the back of his neck, ducking his head again a little. “Sorry, I just really, really don’t like toast. But eggs sound great.”

Jason hummed, opening his bread box. “Do English muffins get the same hate as toast?”

“Those are… like the Egg McMuffin things, right?”

“Tuesday, you’re killing me here,” Jason said with a sigh. “Yes, if you want a horrible example, they’re like the Egg McMuffin things.”

“They’re fine?”

“Okay.” Jason pulled them out and then moved to the fridge to grab what he would need to whip up a knock off eggs Benedict. “So, what brought you to Gotham?”

He might as well get some information while he cooked.

“What makes you think I’m not from here?”

“Trust me Tuesday, it’s very clear you’re not,” Jason said, glancing over in timeto catch Danny’s pout.

“Fine, I mean, you’re right. I’m here for college. I got a partial scholarship to Gotham U.”

“Good on you. What are you studying?” Jason asked as if he didn’t already know.

“Engineering, which I know, nerd.”

“No shame in that, the world needs nerds.” The bacon hissed as it hit the heating pan. “How are you finding Gotham?”

“Different. This is nothing like where I can from. But it’s not as bad as everyone said it was. I’ve met some really nice people, some of them even keep cooking for me.”

Jason laughed at that. “Yeah? I hear good enough food gets your a mirage proposal.”

“Sorry, that honor is so far limited to bready things. Did you make these muffin things yourself?” Danny teased.

“Not this time. Like my sorta Grandfather says, they’re a faff to make.”

“And whatever you’re doing now isn’t?” Danny said, leaning over the counter to watch as Jason separated an egg.

“This? This is just a hollandaise sauce.”

“Oh, is that all?” Danny deadpanned.

“Shut it— it’s meant to be a ‘minute sauce’,” Jason explained, tossing the shell and washing his hands. “Just an egg yolk, melted butter, lemon juice, and a good whisking.”

“Huh, never had it before,” Danny said, propping his head up on his hands. “No one cooked much at home— other than my mother’s fudge.”

“Why fudge?”

“It was good motivation for my father, basically. I think she uses it to get him to do the… house work she doesn’t want too. Not that anyone really took care of the things that really needed to be done.”

The bitter note to Danny’s voice was a little concerning.

“Well, I can teach you to cook a few basic things.”

“You don’t hav—”

“Think of it as ensuring you don’t burn down the building I live in.”

It would give him a chance to figure out the minor mystery that was Danny Nightingale, even if it was seeming more and more like a case of Tuesday luck.

Danny narrowed his eyes at Jason for a moment before his shoulders drooped. “Sure. I guess at this point it’s clear I need the help and I can’t afford keep living on take-out.”

“I promise, we won’t jump right to hollandaise,” Jason said as he started whisking vigorously. Sometimes his crime boss muscles came in handy for more than punching.

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AN: Danny with Hood: grins like a feral beast I'm gonna bite him. Danny with Jason: gets called a ‘good boy’ and blue screens

Jason is despairing over here. He just cannot. So much despair. At least Danny is cute. Eventually I’ll write some actual sugar daddying lol but at least Jason has offered now.

Goon squad (I tried to catch everyone- best place to be sure to be added to the list is to ask on the masterpost! Please make sure you aren’t already on the list though. I’ve also removed all name that wouldn’t link.) @addie-lover-of-stories @bathildaburp @d4ydr34min9 @sometimesthingsfallapart @vythika96 @worthlesswall @aroranorth-west @chrysanthemum9484 @ver-444 @impulsiveasshole @meira-3919 @lazy-bouqet @cryinginthevoid @thegatorsgoose @cutelittlebeanie @blankliferain @ramblingkat @screamingtofillthevoid @themirrorghost @skulld3mort-1fan @may-rbi @nixthenerd @moonlupine @olivethetreebitch @overtherose @roseinbloom02 @v-inari @nappinginhell @imchildish8775 @leftmiraclechaos @mygood-bitch99 @ailithnight @busterkeel @avelnfear @ravenshadow17 @demigraceling-blog @maskygirl55 @sroomheaddoc @undead-essence @desertbogwitch @addie-lover-of-stories @magic-pincushion @phantom-dc @gin2212 @meira-3919 @apointlessbox @hollowgast1 @cutelittlebeanie @friends-fam-fiends-hellothere @serasvictoria02 @dulceringo @mushroom-jack @icedbluesoul @coruscateselene @escelia @firegirl108 @crystalqueertea @booberrylizard @phoenixdemonqueen @shorterthanadverage @pyramaniac @seraphinedemort @fallenangle67 @chaoticchange @soren1830 @trippingovermyfeet @nutcase8691 @themirrorghost @vehan-tikkun-olam-and-stuff @a-salty-sal @guardianrex @dsabian @8-29pm @consouling @jotaroslooseeyebrowhair @smol-book-nerd @help-i-need-a-cool-username @bianca-hooks123 @girlnic @punderfulfandoms @willakk @orbr

#dp x dc #dead on main #dead on main ship #danny fenton/jason todd #the fic that I'm not writing

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narcissarina · 2 months

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Darkened Desires

Prologue and Chapter 1: The sun || Chapter 2: The moon || Chaoter 3: The moon || Chapter 4: The sun

Pairings: Mafia!Scaramouche × Barista!Reader

Word count: 1,814

Tw: praise kink, degradation, kidnapping, tourture, dub/non-con, forced breeding, dismembering, gore, deaths, age-gap, corruption, use of force, trauma, use of drugs, stalking, mentions of human trafficking on the near chapters, slowburn.

Warning: This fanfiction may contain kidnapping, torture, dub/non-con, forced breeding, dismembering, age-gap, corruption, vigilante Scaramouche, use of force, trauma, use of drugs, stalking, and more. This fiction will continue grow darker as chapters goes by.

Your mental health matters.

CHAPTER 5:

THE SUN

My head hurts.

My ears were ringing and it hurts so fucking much.

Am I dying?

My head is all fuzzy and heavy as I feel my body lean against a wall, my eyes flutter open slowly as my vision was a little blurry and trying to focus on one object to another. I shake my head, from left to right and crack a muscle from my stiff ass neck.

The heavy feeling in my head slowly fades away and my vision finally focus on one person that’s been sitting before me, I can only move my legs.

My legs? What about my ar— shit.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! My hands are tied and panic sets in, adrenaline rushing through me as my heart began to speed and beat fast. Is he going to kill me?

Kill me witnessing that he killed a man?

Question and scenarios swirl in my head. Shit, fuck, my heads getting heavy again, I’m going to be dizzy, again. My breathing picked up and I tried calming myself down.

“Easy, sunshine. You’re not hurt nor we’re going to hurt you.” A voice spoke in front of me, the man with short hime cut purple hair finally walked in the room, the man in the chair stood up and greet him with a bow, the man who I assume is his guard spoke, “She is not harm nor bled, she is stable.”

This fucker talking about me?

It felt like my life will flash before my eyes before this bitches stab me or torture me to death—or worse.

My breathing paced, chest rising up and down as if I exhausted myself from struggling. I could see amusement in his grin and eyes, fucking sicko.

“What do you want from me…?” I manage to utter those words out, lips quivering as I spoke. Eyes pleading mercy and that screams to let me go.

He smiles from ear to ear, flicking his cigar on the ground and let out an amuse sigh left from him as he walk towards me and crouch down, “I don’t want anything from you, sweetheart.” He grabs my cheeks, squishing them together with his fingertips, grabbing me and pulling myself to his, he grabbed so hard that he'll left a bruise to my cheeks.

“I just don’t want you telling other people what you saw, that’s all. Even the police.” He added, and harshly tilts my face to my right, “You’re much prettier up close, and I’m so right about it.” He muttered to himself, sounding like a creep.

“I..” words caught up from my throat as I try to swallow, “I-I won’t tell anybody, I— I swear!” desperation in my voice, pleading that he’ll take my word and let me off, but he didn’t. Instead, his demeanor changed, his eyes from soft and wicked to cold and full of intent to murder, that’s not the answer he was hoping.

He whistles, letting my face go with a harsh push as he stood up. He fixes his sleeves and took out a gun, “no- no, no, no.” I panicked, tears streaming down, my faces feels hot and my heart beats faster.

He points, finger on the trigger. I closed my eyes, this is the end.

Eyes glued shut, quiet sobs broke down, in suspense I hate the silences and there.

Bang—

“Open your eyes, sunshine. Relax, you weren’t hit.” A laugh come out from his lips, I open my eyes and see who did he shoot. An unfamiliar man beside me, he’s severely bleeding, the bullet penetrated to his skull. I broke down in tears, not knowing why this is happening to me, I whale and cried.

Maybe I’m next.

“Don’t kill me, please..” I plead, my voice cracking and my sobs uncontrollable. “I’m not sure about that, love.” He said, grinning to himself as one of his men took the gun from him hand to store it to a fluffy cushion.

“Tell me how could I trust your words when you have witness enough?” he asked, sitting down to a chair that his guards provided, legs crossing and fingertips on his chin.

“You want to be free?” he asked, his voice dripping with sarcasm and amusement, I nodded in response—calming my heart down and my sobs. “Sign a contract with me.”

I blinked, wrist brushing my remaining tears to dry as I just look at him. “Do as I say and you won’t be harmed, heck. You would even receive my protection.” He continue, taking paper and pen with him from his guards hands and stood up to walk to me.

He kneels, paper and pen right in front of me. I just stared at it, if I sign that contract by means me being free and additional protection, I would be happy to.

But doesn’t that also means that I am submitting myself to him? That I now belong to him.

Questions flashes in my head, asking it all at once. His voice broke me away from my thoughts, “Also, whenever you go, I’ll come with you or my guards 24/7.” He smiles, “the choice is yours, darling.”

I took a deep breath and look at him, trying my best not to break eye contact—even though his eyes screams more than me signing and agreeing to his piece of shit ass paper, it screams lust and possessiveness.

“O-One question..”

“yes?”

“W-What did he do to get what he deserved?” I point to the dead man beside me, he snort and smiled. “He abuse women, harass little children and a threat to someone who he finds delicate and weak.” My eyes widen to his answer, I scoot away from the corpse and got to him, I swear I heard him hum to me. “There, there, darling. I got you.”

I whine, wanting to break down another sob. “Now you see what I do,” my back on his front, his hand on my head and caress my hair to my neck. I didn’t knew that his lips were now in my hairline, “Pretty thing like you deserves to be protected, huh?”

I just listen to his praises and twisted words and before I knew it, I already signed the contract, and he lets me go. Gave me a tour to his home and gave me a room, he said he’ll give me a ride home tomorrow morning but for now. I should take a bath and get some sleep, no monsters will get me tonight—he says, and that he’ll always be there in the shadows… Watching.

I hear birds chirp, the light of the sun illuminates the room. I hear footsteps in my room and swung the window curtains open, “Up, up.” The voice said, my body is too tired to move, I let out a groan and taste the air, “five more minutes, ma..” I subconsciously said and roll over and hug a pillow, pulled a blanket and cover my whole body to it as I curl up like a yarn ball.

The voice snickered, “ma?”

Then it shot me, fuck. I’m not in my own home right now, I pulled myself awake and scan my surroundings, this room was a luxury, everything me and my mother dreamed in a house but we were already content on how me and her lived.

“S-sorry.” I apologize, fingers fidgeting as I look down at my lap, he chuckle and fold his arms, “no need.” Then he snap his fingers, “take a shower, I already prepared the clothes that you’ll be wearing.” He points to the dress beside me, neatly folded and with accessories, “then come down stairs and have your breakfast, time is ticking, sunshine.” He added and left the room.

I inspect the clothes he prepared for me, it has a pink top and white sleeves, white mini tulips decorated in the mermaid skirt and it has a mandarin collar, long puffy sleeves.

He has styles, I get it.

I brush it off, stood up from the bed and stretch my muscles out—holy shit, that was a good crack. Then got in the bathroom to brush my teeth and take a shower then get dressed with his pick.

I look at myself in the mirror, twirling around to see the finish product at the back and front. The white long ribbon at the back of my hair and a choker that has a tulip design on it. I hum myself at this aesthetic choice and left the room as the way it is, neat and clean.

Heels click as I made my way down stairs, guards lime up and greeted me with high regard. I got startled when they yelled my name to greet me a happy good morning, many that was his doing.

We ate, talked, then escort me to his car.

His driver is the one driving, not him. Maybe he’s too delicate to drive on his own, “where are we going?” I asked as they took a wrong turn to my house, “Let’s stroll a little, you know? Maybe pick out some flowers for your decoration in the café?” he teased and got out of the car, he circled around and open my door.

What a gentle creep.

I got out, rolling my eyes but before I knew—he took me to the place where me and my mom would constantly buy flowers from, the shop owner: Ms. Historillo managing the shop—who is also one of my closest friends and her mom and my mom are as closed as two peas in a pod.

She noticed me, “Oh my!” she screeched and yelled in excitement, I do too as we collide in a tight hug, “Oh my god, it’s you!” a hard and long you as she embrace me.

She offered me a seat and quickly grab a glass of tea, Scara on the other hand—or is that even his real name, lean down and whispered to me, “I’ll be right back.” I nod and hum at him, I don’t know what he saw nor suspect but I’ll stay out of it. I don’t want to get involved.

He crossed the road and entered inside an alley he disappeared to, I pay no mind when Historillo came back with a tray and we chatted along the way.

Meeting up with a friend and catching up wasn’t bad, her tea was amazing and she asked me, “who’s that guy that’s been following you?”

“just a friend.” I lie.

“Looks more like a bodyguard to me.” I laugh at her remark and time flies.

Bang—

Gunshot was heard across the road, Historillo flinched and a calm oh god left from her lips as she quickly got inside the shop, motioning me to follow her but the guards shield me with themselves.

A little girl was running at me.

But where is he?

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Chapter 6: THE MOON

#genshin impact #genshin smut #dark romance #darkened desires series #scaramouche smut #scaramouche fanfic #scaramouche x reader #scara x reader #scaramouche #genshin scara #Mafia!Scaramouche #Mafia!Scara #sorry it took too long to post!!

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strwberri-milk · 11 months

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Diluc with pre-date anxiety. Him being anxious of asking you out and you noticing that before you end up asking him out and he turns into a blushing mess

ooo youre so right though i love like. typically cool characters losing their shit around a love interest its so yummy

It isn't often that he feels this pounding in his chest without it succeeding the thrum of battle. Although, if he squints his eyes this could begin to look like a battle. There's something about you that's just as adrenaline-inducing, making him fall apart at the seams in a way he never thought he would. The feeling is so foreign that it terrifies him.

However, the giddy smile that threatens his lips is one he has to hide often in your presence, turning around to busy himself as you talk at him. As his feelings for you grew, so did his reactions to you. It was quite obvious to you what was happening, and thankfully, it meant you were safe to explore your feelings for Diluc. After all, you could tell that he liked you more than the average person who came through the tavern with the way he always saved a spot for you.

Today, Diluc seemed determined to say something to you. His mouth would open and close, then his lips would purse as though he's cut himself off from speaking without having yet saying anything. You try to see if he'll finally succeed when he just fails again, hands almost trembling whenever he turns to look at you.

You lean a little forward to give Diluc more of your attention, tilting your head in a way that he finds so cute that he just can't look at you anymore. His back is facing you more often than not, but you don't mind because it lets you stare at him unabashedly. Diluc's ears are bright red, feeling your gaze on him.

You end up waiting until the tavern empties out for the night, Diluc saying he was closing early due to some issues with procuring stock. Without needing to be asked, you also decide to help him, ending the night by sitting across from him at one of the tables before finally deciding to pop the question yourself.

"Diluc," you say softly, getting his attention back to you. His eyes finally meet yours for the first time in forever, softening a little.

"Do you need something? Whatever it is I can get it for you now."

He stands up and you shake your head, reaching out to rest your hand atop of his.

"I wanted to ask if you'd want to go out with me sometime. Romantically, that is." Diluc wasn't stupid by any means, but you didn't want to leave any room for doubt.

His body stiffens, reaction a lot more visceral than you were expecting. You can barely read the expression on his face but slowly you lose the ability to distinguish between his bangs and his cheeks. You laugh a little, seeing just how flustered your question was making him.

"You must be joking," he finally manages under his breath, unsure what to make of your request. He never thought it would get to this level, the warmth of your hand on his reminding him this was indeed reality.

"Why would I joke about it? I've liked you for such a long time. It makes no sense to mess around with you when all you've done with me is be painfully honest."

The slight smirk in your tone makes him come down to the ground a little more, narrowing his eyes at you.

"And what's that supposed to mean?"

"You seemed to be flustered over something all of today. I could tell you wanted to ask me out too so I decided to do you a favour and ask you first."

Diluc sputters a little uselessly before shaking his head with an amused grin.

"I suppose I am quite obvious when it comes to you. Perhaps you can teach me more things about myself then?"

For a moment, Diluc's gentlemanly side comes out. He takes your hand and softly presses his lips against your knuckles, taking you by surprise.

"You've clearly had your fun watching me make a fool of myself for you. Perhaps I can try to return the favour."

#diluc x reader #diluc ragnvindr x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader

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my-own-walker · 10 months

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Hi! I really like your fictions! Could you write one where Evan is getting a little tipsy (don't know, like he just came back from a party late at night but the reader is sleeping and he's just a noisy ass coming home but he's still horny af) thanks a million in advance xoxo

Heat Wave

note: i know the above pic is literally not him but it looks so close i gotta use it

warnings: drunk s3x (but it’s okay bc he wants it), sm*t, oral f receiving

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It was unbearably hot in the city. The apartment's air conditioning was simply not cutting it. The night was disgustingly stuffy. The fan in the corner of the room oscillated from side to side, but could not sufficiently move the stifling air.

I spent the night tossing and turning, sleeping in only panties and a tank top to try to keep myself cool. Nothing worked. The stickiness in the air was bothersome, and I plainly could not sleep. And what made it worse? The only person that could cure my insomnia was out at a cast party.

Evan's new project had just wrapped, which meant a large celebration for all involved. He spent the night texting me photos from the bar they ended up at, but after a while, they stopped coming in. I figured he was having too much fun to even regard his phone, so I settled into bed to try to get some sleep. I struggled to sleep every time he was out late, but this time was especially torturous given the temperature.

I looked at the clock on the bedside table. 2 am. I groaned externally and flipped onto my side. As a last-ditch effort, I threw the duvet off the bed and slipped under the thin sheet. It was cool enough for me to begin to doze off. Just as sleep began to take me, though, the apartment door opened loudly and shook me awake.

The door shut with a bang and the sound of jingly keys being thrown onto the counter rang through the apartment. I heard Evan’s voice. He was muttering something to himself.

‘I have to be quiet, Y/N is sleeping,’ he drawled, drunkenly, just outside the bedroom door. Not subtly at all, he opened the door and stepped into the room at quite a normal volume. ‘Shhhhhh,’ he directed at the sound of the door closing.

‘Hey baby, it’s okay, I’m awake,’ I murmured.

He gasped like a child. ‘You’re awake? Yayyyy,’ he exclaimed excitedly. ‘Y/N I missed you.’ He kicked his shoes off and rushed over to my side of the bed, wrapping me in a sloppy embrace.

‘I missed you too, lovely,’ I cooed. ‘How was it?’

He let go of me and took his shirt off. The sight of his muscly body made me quietly churn inside. He stood and removed his jeans, letting them pool on the floor.

‘It was good, we like, went to the bar and stuff,’ Evan said disconnectedly as he walked over to his side of the bed and flopped down. ‘I had so many drinks. So many.’ He sat up and rested his back on the headboard, folding his hands over his stomach.

‘I can tell,’ I giggled, grabbing his head and tilting it down so I could kiss it. He rested his forehead on my shoulder and slumped a bit.

‘You smell good,’ he slurred.

‘Thank you, I try,’ I laughed. He looked up, suddenly, his eyes appearing more sober than before.

‘You’re really hot,’ he breathed. He took a front-hanging strand of my hair in his fingers and tucked it behind my ear. ‘I like what you’re wearing.’

‘Oh, yeah? It’s way too hot in here, I needed something light,’ I smiled.

‘I think you should wear that every night,’ he hummed, ‘in fact, I think you should wear that all the time.’

‘That wouldn’t be appropriate now, would it?’ I laughed. He sobered even more, shifting so he could caress my bare shoulder.

‘I wouldn’t care.’ He pulled me in closer to him and began kissing me. In all honestly, I wasn’t sure I wanted to have him all over me, with the heat and all, but the way he touched me was so compelling. The way his sweaty bare skin felt against mine was intoxicating.

He hoisted me onto his lap, my legs straddling his hips. I ran my hands over his bare torso as we made out, its smoothness drawing me into a trance. It didn't matter how many times we'd done this. It always made my heart skip when he began to remove my clothes.

My top fell with a dull thud onto the bedroom floor. Evan regarded me in the state I was in, pausing for just a moment to appreciate me. Then, hungrily, he started kissing my skin, leaving love bites here and there as he went.

I moaned and bucked my hips at the contact. His kisses lingered on my neck and breasts. I felt his bulge grow beneath me.

'Lay down,' he instructed. I did as he pleased, shifting off his lap and into a laying position atop the sheets. I took my panties off myself to hasten the process. He situated himself in front of me, pushing my ankles gently, guiding my knees to bend. Then, softly, he parted my thighs.

Warmth spread through my core as I felt him pepper kisses along the insides of my thighs. They were tender kisses, full of passion and love. Slowly, his face made its way up my leg until he reached my wet pussy.

He ran his tongue along the folds, taking his time to savor every second. I inhaled sharply with each movement. His tongue circled my pussy before finding my clit. I cried out as he hit the bundle of nerves. It felt like fireworks were exploding deep within my core. I yelped and moaned raucously, unable to keep i together.

In no time, I was putty in his hands. I grabbed his hair and held him close to me, ensuring he would not pull away. I needed him badly. Our bodies moved in sync. It was magic. I orgasmed so loudly that I thought the neighbors might come knocking. Evan sat me up and hugged me closely after my fits of pleasure subsided.

'You okay?' he whispered in my ear, stroking my back delicately. I nodded, breathing heavily. 'Can I keep going?'

'Yes,' I panted, 'please.'

Evan laid me back down and spread my legs again, this time much hungrier. Too drunk to be cunning, or even a tease, he wasted no time removing his briefs and lining his cock up with my entrance.

He thrust into me with a grunt, feeling my cunt’s walls tighten around his length. He threw his head back and squeezed his eyes shut. I reached up, pulling him by his neck toward me so I could kiss him. Not for long, though. The deeper his cock went inside me, the less will I had to keep going.

There was nothing I could do besides grip the bedsheets as he had his way with me. It was so hot and heavy. His touch was all encompassing and heavenly. He came with a loud moan and a string of curse words. I felt his hot load spill into me.

‘Fuck,’ I spat, gasping for air. Evan pulled out and collapsed on top of me, nestling his head into the crook of my neck. I felt his chest rise and fall sharply and his heartbeat pound right next to my sternum. ‘You alright?’ I breathed.

‘Ye-yeah,’ he panted. ‘Fuck. You’re so hot.’

‘No you,’ I laughed. He rolled off of me and flopped onto his back. I sighed in relief. ‘Good. It’s too fucking hot in here to have you on me like that.’ He chuckled softly.

‘You’re right,’ he drawled. ‘I need a cold shower.’

‘I’ll join you,’ I suggested. ‘I think there’s no use in trying to sleep tonight. We gotta call maintenance about the AC tomorrow.’

‘I can’t lie, Y/N, ‘m kinda too drunk to remember that,’ he slurred. ‘You gotta remind me tomorrow.’

I stood and walked to the bathroom, chuckling quietly at him. His drunkenness made him all the more loveable. I turned on the shower and heard a thud in the bedroom.

‘Everything okay?’ I called.

‘Yeahhhhh,’ Evan drawled. ‘I tripped over the duvet.’

I shook my head and laughed aloud. Damn he was cute.

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Two posts in one day after days of radio silence?! Am I sick? No…just feeling spicy LMAO.

#evan peters #evan peters fic #evan peters x female reader #evan peters oneshot #evan peters x reader #evan peters smut #ahs

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shelbgrey · 3 months

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Code baby(Lance Sweets) Part 1

Paring: Lance Sweets x Wife!Reader, Angela Montenegro x Sister-in-law!Reader, Cam Saroyan x Best friend!Reader

Summary: Lance's wife gets unexpected suprise at work and word travels faster than she thinks

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“Can you pull the security footage from two weeks ago?” Cam asked. “sure..” Angela said and started typing on her iPad. The footage popped up on the screen and the three of us studied it.

Without really realizing it I slowly started to tune out Cam and Angela by mistake, as they continued to talk about the case my stomach started to turn like it did early this morning and the. I cleared my throat and picked up the hot tea I was drinking, hoping all I needed was a drink. As soon as I sipped it tasted awful and smelled horrible. I forced myself to swallow it and set it back down on the table.

I took a deep and swayed slightly as I moved, I tried to focus on the surveillance footage on Angela's screen.

“N/n…” Cam asked softly and turned towards me. Angela stopped talking and looked at me with a concerned look. The two women watched me like I was about to combust.

My stomach started to turn more and I felt nauseous. “I think I'm gonna be sick…” I looked over at Cam and Angela then nodded. “Yup definitely gonna be sick” I covered my mouth and ran to the nearby bathroom, not caring who in the Lab saw me.

I sprinted through the bathroom door and ripped the biggest stall open making it fly backwards and banging up against the one next door. The noise stung my ears but I was glad it was masking the nauseating sounds of me emptying my sorry excuse of a stomach.

As I took a deep breath there was a soft knock on the door of the stall. “y/n? Can we come in? Are you okay?”

“Yeah... Everything is cool” I groaned to my two best friends from the closed bathroom stall, I screwed my eyes shut then finished emptying out my stomach then flushed the toilet.

“Do you think she's pregnant?” Angela mumbled quietly to Cam as the toilet went through its cycle.

As I unlocked the door of the stall, both Cam and Angela stared at me. Angela crossed her arms and had a slight smirk on her face.

“What?” I asked.

“Are you Pregnant?” Angela said, ripping the bandaid off so to speak.

“Cutting right to the cash aren't you Angie” I chuckled awkwardly.

Cam shrugged. "hey we're just worried is all... You've been acting weird lately and then you puked at just the sight of your tea and now you were in there puking.. just seems like all the signs ya know”

“Honestly I don't know…” I then started counting the days since my last period in my head, then I thought about last week when me and Lance had sex. “Maybe I am” my eyes widened as I chuckled in both happiness and nervousness.

Cam and Angela both looked shocked, but also had small smiles on their faces. Then Cam cleared her throat and looked down awkwardly. “how recently have you ummm.... you know...?”

“What?” chuckled and purposely played dumb. Cam wasn't one to be dirty minded...Nor talk about her sex life. But me being me I just wanted to hear her say it.

Cam sighed trying to not be awkward and stay her serious self. “How recently have you and Lance...You know…”

Angela rolled her eyes and cutted to the chase.“When was the last time you jumped Lance's bones?” Angela asked me, Cam elbows her.

“Umm...this weekend…” I trailed off then mumbled the last part. “In his office…”

Cam and Angela shared a look and busted up laughing. “You did it in his office?” Cam asked, raising an eyebrow, she almost looked impressed.

“huh… Didn't know Lance had it in him” Angela nodded, she looked completely impressed.

My cheeks started to turn red and hid my face in my hands as I laughed. “yeah…”

Cam and Angela kept laughing. “how did it happen?” Angela asked, laughing. “Com’on, details Sweetie”

The three of us never really hid anything about our relationships with our husbands. But Cam was a little less… Detailed then Angela. “mm... So I went to drop off some lunch for him... He was stressed from the case... Then ya know…” I trailed off.

The girls kept laughing. “So you did it right there?” Cam asked, laughing and Angela laughed even harder.

“I mean... The door was locked” I shrugged.

“So just on his desk?” Angela asked, trying not to laugh.

“You girls want a play by play?” I laughed and shook my head.

Cam and Angela kept laughing. “I mean your pregnant after what we just heard it seems like we might as well get the full story and enjoy the fact that you're not the first woman to get pregnant on your husband's desk” Cam said.

I rolled my eyes playfully, knowing she's probably right. “I still think I need to take a test”

“You're probably right,” Cam nodded, looking over at Angela.

I mean... We can use the Dna test again” Angela shrugged. When Angela was pregnant with Michel-Vincent she used a DNA test from the lab as a pregnancy test, then Temperance did the same thing. I haven't done it yet, but I know it as accurately as they come.

Cam nodded. “I can go quick to grab just one if you want”

“Yeah... Let's try it” I nodded.

Cam nods, with a smile on her face. “Okay I'll be right back” She walked out to go get the test, She came back about two minutes later. “all right we have get some blood and I'll test it”

I nodded and the three of us left the bathroom and went into Cam's office to do the test. We sat at her desk as she took a sterile needle and poked the tip of my finger,taking some blood. She put a drop of blood on the test then put it in a container so the test could do its job.

After a few minutes Cam looked at the test because I was too nervous to look myself. She looked at me with a big smile. “it's positive… You're pregnant!”

“Really?!” my eyes lit up as I smiled ear to ear.

Cam smiles, nodding. “You are in fact pregnant!”

Happy tears pricked my eyes and hugged both girls tightly.

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Lance was in Seeley's office discussing the case and going through files. It was going slower than usual, but other than that it felt like a normal day for them. What they didn't expect was for Jack to knock on Booth's office door.

“Hodgins, what's up?” Seeley asked, Lance looked surprised to see his brother-in-law. Jack always stayed at the lab with y/n.

“So umm... I'm only bringing this up because the girls have done it before” by the girls he means Temperance, Angela, and y/n. “but umm…” Jack hesitated because in the end it was an odd thing to bring up.

Seeley crosses his arms. “Just spit it out, Bug Boy. What is it?”

“So, the girls have used DNA tests from the Lab as a pregnancy test in the past and when I was taking evidence to Cam's office I saw an unlabeled DNA test…” Jack Cringed now wondering why he even came all the way down the Beauro to bring it up.

Seeley blinks, processing this information, Lance did the same thing but with a more psychological sense to it. “So what? You're saying the unlabelled DNA test from the Jeffersonian was a pregnancy test?” Seeley asked.

“Probably” Jack nodded. “because if it was evidence for a case it would be labeled and with the remains”

Lance thinks through this, trying to process which of the female scientists may be pregnant. Booth snapped his fingers, making Jack and Lance look up. “Wait a second- Hodgins, do you know if the unlabelled test was positive or negative?”

“P-positive…” Jack looked at Seeley and Lance. “One of our wives are pregnant”

Lance raises a brow, but still wanted to hear what Jack had to say. “So wait... you're saying that one of our wives is pregnant but you have no clue which one?”

“It wasn't labeled!” Jack shrugged.

“That's fantastic, just fantastic Hodgins” Seeley rolls his eyes as he says this. “So we have the entire day ahead of us, going nuts trying to figure out who is pregnant, is that correct Hodgins?”

“Would you rather me not tell you guys?”

“Probably” Lance shrugged, closing the file he was reading.

Seeley sighs. “It's fine. So who do you think it is?”

Jack shrugged. “How should I know? I don't your your sex lives” Jack then looked at Lance. “and I rather not know his because he married my sister”

Seeley and Lance both snicker. “Alright then, we need some more information. When exactly did you find the test?”

“about an hour before I came here”

“I think we should keep this to ourselves…Especially if it is one of our wives, they should be the ones to tell us when they are ready,” Lance added.

“Now I think about it… All three of them have been acting kinda strange” Jack said.

Lance was staring off into space, counting in his head. Seeley looked over at him with a questioning look. “Something on your mind, Sweets?”

Lance ignored him and continued counting on his head. Seeley raises his brow “Okay... what the hell are you doing?”

“it's regarding y/n, Do you really want to know?” Lance asked bluntly. Dispite y/n being Seeley's best friend he indeed didn't want to know.

“nope... I'm good”

“It's gonna be a long day” Jack sighed, regretting what he found and just wanted to know who it was.

#Lance Sweets #Lance Sweets x reader #Lance Sweets imagines #John francis daley #Bones imagines #Bones x reader #Bones #camille saroyan x reader #Angela Montenegro x reader #Angel Montenegro #cam saroyan

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femmemortes · 4 months

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My top five most brutal SAW traps even though absolutely nobody asked for my fucking opinion:

5 — Pound of Flesh, SAW VI

I feel like this isn’t a trap that’s talked about often enough considering the actual shit you have to do to survive it. I mean come on. Cut off enough of your flesh to survive? And it’s not even like there’s a set amount anyway, it’s a competition between you and another person to see who can do the most. No guidance as to what specific body part to cut off either. You just have to take the knife and just start going crazy. It makes having the punishment for not doing it look not as bad but, then again, actually thinking about having screws drilled into the sides of your temples? Yeah, no thanks babes xxx

Simone was a total badass just hacking her arm straight off like that and living. Just sent it all the way and won, you love to see it.

4 — Silence Circle, SAW 3D

If someone asked me to do this trap I would actually just kill myself instead. Gun in my mouth, bang, gone. Same with all of these to be fair but the fucking idea of the key on a fishing hook in your stomach? And that just raking up your insides as you’re trying to take it out? Fuck that. Fuck. That. I think the only thing that would make me do this would be the other person pulling out the string because if I had to do that shit myself? I’d just scream as loud as I could to make the spikes impale me instantly. I am not doing that shit.

This one gets bumped down a bit because we don’t actually see the visual of the hook going up through her? Which makes it an easier watch than the others on this list, but I still think it deserved a place here because of the sheer insanity of the entire thing.

3 — Bone Marrow Trap, SAW X

Fuck. This. Trap.

Actually fuck it. In my opinion this was the most brutal trap in SAW X. Yes, I know some people make arguments for the brain surgery trap being pretty brutal and yes taking out your brain is just… Wow. And I’ll agree it is bad. But you don’t FEEL your brain.

THIS ON THE OTHER HAND?

CUTTING OFF YOUR LEG AT THE THIGH? WITH A GIGLI SAW NO LESS? The amount of blood loss, the fact if you want to live just have to take that fucking saw to your leg and just DO IT? And then once you’re done you have to take that stupid little fuckoff tube and stick it in your bone and get the bone marrow out, which is ALSO PAINFUL???

Also the part where she grabs the gigli saw in-front of her with her hands… Fuck, just fuck.

Valentina really didn’t deserve to die here, I won’t lie to you. She cut off her leg, was taking out the marrow. I believe had the tube thing for the vacuum to measure how much bone marrow or whatever the fuck had been shorter, she would’ve lived. Yes she started later but like, come the fuck on.

2 — Venus Fly Trap, SAW II

I’m going to start this with, this trap being the first trap of SAW II is an actually insane tone shift from what we had in the first movie. Like, the only trap I really consider brutal in SAW is the reverse bear trap, but we don’t even see that one go off since Amanda survives it.

So seeing this shit right out the gate is just… Oh my god. Wow. Just wow.

This trap has always given me reverse bear trap vibes in appearance, it’s probably the whole thing of, it’s on the head, closes, shuts whatever. I don’t know but it’s got a similar energy to it.

First of all, the whole nails in your face thing? Yeah, hate that. But what I’m most concerned about is the KEY BEHIND THE EYE.

FUCK.

THAT.

SHIT.

The visual of him cutting into his eyeball with the scalpel? And you actually just have to fucking go at it and just… ugh. I was pretty torn between either this trap or the Bone Marrow trap for this kinda reason. Cutting off a leg or cutting open your eye? And honestly the eye is just. Worse. Like just digging into your eye to get out a fucking key? Like all things given, at LEAST I can turn off my brain somewhat while cutting off my leg. Just back and forth with a saw. I don’t even have to look!

THIS? WHAT I’M CUTTING IS DOING THE LOOKING. I STRUGGLE TO PUT ON EYELINER, HOW THE FUCK DO YOU EXPECT ME TO DO THIS?

1 — The Rack, SAW III

There is a reason why people think this trap is the worst one. There is a reason and it’s fucking obvious.

You’re on a mother-fucking crucifix looking ass thing, legs and arms out, and if this other guy doesn’t take a bullet for you, your limbs are going to be twisted.

YOUR ARMS, LEGS AND NECK are going to be ROTATED 360 DEGREES. ONE. BY. ONE.

Oh and the guy who’s taking the bullet for you? It’s Jeff by the way, stupid fucking Jeff. So you have no chance xxx

The visuals. I can’t watch this trap without looking away, I see the limbs start turning and my line of sight is directly away from the screen. No.

No.

The image of twisting flesh and the fucking shot where you see one of his legs start to move?

NO.

AND HIS HEAD. HIS FUCKING HEAD.

NO.

I DON’T NEED TO EXPLAIN WHY THIS IS NUMBER ONE. FUCKING LOOK AT IT.

Honourable mentions under the cut:

Honourable mentions go to The Angel Trap and Ten Pints of Sacrifice. I didn’t include the angel trap because I feel like, while yes getting your ribs ripped out is horrific, you don’t really suffer much while alive? Which to me, the more they suffer while alive or trying to complete their trap, the more brutal it is. Ten Pints of Sacrifice isn’t on here because I was doing 5, had I been doing like 10 you would’ve definitely seen this on here. Oh and also, Needle Pit isn’t on here because I’m entirely unfazed by it. I hate to do Mandy like this but I just personally don’t really wince at it at all.

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id0what1want · 4 months

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Wisteria Lake

I have thoughts. So, I am finally throwing my whole hat into the Dipplinshipping ring.

(This occurs during the Teal Mask)

Kieran awoke to a knocking on his window. He groggily sat up, rubbing his eyes as he stifled a yawn. He blearily caught sight of Cereza's face through the glass. The slight shock managed to drag him out of sleep as he drew closer to the window, opening it. "What are you doin', it's like- I dunno, late. Plus-" Kieran started, picking at his bangs a bit to get them to lay right. "I know I know, just-" Cereza was out of breath and it looked like stars sparkled deep in the burgundy pools of her irises, her eyes wide and practically rippling with excitement. It seemed wherever she was, she ran to get Kieran as fast as she could. She grasped onto his windowpane but didn't enter save for her face leaning close to his. "You've gotta see this." "What is it?" A touch of pink dusted Kieran's face as Cereza's excitement was infectious and spurred on his curiosity, making him completely forget the hour. Cereza only grinned, one corner of her lip quirking up more than the other to make her smile endearingly lopsided. "It's a surprise. I'll meet you out front, get shoes on." And with that she hopped down from his window, disappearing into the night. Kieran took a second to process the situation before rushing to get socks and shoes on, grabbing his bag and trying his best to keep the rustling to a minimum. His steps were nimble as they dodged the floorboards he knew were loud. He muffled the sound of the sliding door as much as he could as not to alert anyone.

Cereza was waiting out front as promised. She held out an arm and her Corvisquire, Charon, descended seemingly from the night itself to perch on her arm. "Are they still there?" She asked the ruby eyed corvid. It let out a chirp and a nod, earning a smile and a scratching on the neck from Cereza. Kieran stepped forward and Cereza turned to him. It might have just been a trick of the low light, but Kieran swore her eyes must have brightened. Charon left Cereza's arm as she rushed to meet Kieran. "Kieran! I found something in the Wistful Fields, you HAVE to come see!" She took hold of his wrist, tugging him in the direction. "How are you even up at this hour?" His eyes widened slightly as her hand gripped his wrist. They were surprisingly weathered for a girl their age, likely from adventures like the one Kieran was being dragged into currently. Not that he minded. "Me and sleep have a strained relationship, you could say. It's not my fault that the world wakes up at night." Cereza shrugs as if it were the most normal thing in the world. Kieran's brows raise. "'The world wakes up at night'?" He echoes. Cereza turns, walking backwards so she can face him and talk at the same time. She cups her hands behind her ears. "Mhm, hear all the Pokemon? Lots of species are strictly nocturnal or just more active at night. I guess I've always been more of a night owl myself, nighttime is just... better." Cereza smiled. Kieran considered her words. "Wowzers... I've always been kinda curious about the Pokemon I can hear at night but..." Kieran's words trailed off as he listened closer. "It's a lot easier to hear 'em now that the Yanma have stopped flyin' around." Cereza guided him through the apple fields, cutting through them and trailing off the path. "C'mon, this way is faster!" She started to run without warning, startling Kieran. "Come on Kiki, keep up!" Cereza's laugh joined the chords of the night, mixing with the various Pokemon cries as Kieran rushed to catch her, a smile etched onto his own face. "I wouldn't have to keep up if you slowed down!" He called after her as she disappeared into the trees. He could still hear her laugh slipping through the branches, giving away her location. "I bet you can't catch me!" She challenged, igniting a fire of competition in Kieran's chest. The chase had begun, and Cereza burst from the thicket of trees first, now faced by hills of path, grass, and small cliffs of gravel. Kieran was hot on her heels. Cereza heard him exit the trees behind her and took the chance to slide down the steep incline, her shoes scraping against rock as she expertly used a hand to steady her descent. Kieran screeched to a halt at the edge of the incline, hesitant. Cereza turned around to check on him after realizing he hadn't followed her yet. Before she could open her mouth, Kieran slid down the hill in pursuit of her, albeit with less practiced experience than Cereza.

When he approached the bottom, his balance got a little squirreling and his landing was more of a stumble than stable. Cereza ran towards him in an attempt to catch him but was surprised to find Kieran pushing ahead of her and stealing the lead while she was distracted. She scoffed, amusement thick in her tone. "You jerk! You don't even know where we're headed!" She called after him, running across the grass as fast as her legs could carry her. The two felt the wind across their faces, a midnight breeze as they passed various Pokemon minding their own business, alarmed by the sudden disturbance of two kid trainers sprinting through the tall grass. Cereza vaulted over stumps, stones, and hills, though she wasn't raised in Kitakami, she adapted to the land well. But Kieran knew these fields, he had a hometown advantage, he knew every rough patch to guide her through, every pitfall to dodge to trip her up. The thrill of the chase caused an adrenaline rush almost like a Pokemon battle. A smile of elation tugged at Kieran's lips as he felt like he was almost flying through the fields. He didn't expect another stab of adrenaline to his heart however when a Hoothoot took flight right in front of Kieran's path of choice, bringing him to a startled, screeching stop. Cereza unfortunately didn't register Kieran stopping in time and couldn't slow her momentum down enough to avoid crashing into him. She reflexively threw her arms around his waist, holding on tight as they both collapsed into the grass. Her arms loosened as he wriggled from her grip, turning into a slight playful tussling match as the 'chase' continued. Cereza pounced with the likeness to a Skitty, Kieran returning the same mannerisms as the rolled in the grass, fits of giggles and yelps escaping the two. Cereza managed to pin him down for a moment, panting. "Caught you-!" She yelped as Kieran lunged forward, knocking her off him and him onto her, a triumphant smile on his face. His face was flushed from all the running. "No... I caught you." He panted. Cereza wriggled out of his grip as they both took a breather. Charon, with perfect timing, flew down and perched on Cereza's head. He voiced his annoyance with an irritated squawk.

"We're coming, you impatient bird!" She teasingly shooed him off of her head, returning him to his ball. At the sound of Charon's squawk, something rustled in Cereza's bag. Alerted to the movement, she started to unzip it. Before she even finished unzipping the bag, a little lizard-like Pokemon wriggled free from her bag from the smallest possible crevice Cereza had opened. A Dreepy chirped with delight at being free, nuzzling into Cereza's hair as a greeting. Cereza laughed at its antics. "Hello, Deadeye." Cereza greeted. Kieran watched the little Pokemon curiously, he hadn't met this one yet. Deadeye noticed Kieran and approached, getting close to his face and sniffing him as if judging his character. Kieran leaned away reflexively at first before staying still and letting Deadeye assess him. Deadeye let out a trill of approval before gently bonking his head against Kieran's and returning to Cereza's side. "This is Deadeye, I caught him back in Paldea." She introduced. Kieran looked at Cereza as she ran her fingers down Deadeye's spine. She makes a similar clicking trill, almost like a cooing noise as Deadeye does a satisfied full body shimmy. "He's a Dreepy, right? We don't have any of 'em in Kitakami, I've never met one before." Kieran thinks out loud. Cereza gets up and stretches. She helps Kieran up, the grass rustling around them. Though the two trainers halted their chase, it seemed that the wind was still in pursuit of its own target. The breeze blew around them, tousling their hair. "Well, this surprise is partially for him too. Come on, I can see Wisteria Lake from here."

As they approached the lake, Cereza grabbed onto Kieran's hand. Before he could register what was happening, Cereza tugged him down into a crouch with her. He opened his mouth to speak but Cereza placed her free hand over it to muffle him. She made sure the wisteria trees concealed their position next to the lake. "Look." She whispered, pointing to the section of the lake bathed in moonlight. There, a pod of Dragonair and Dratini swam in the water, no doubt roosting. Their scales glistened, bathed by the rays of the moon and sparkling with the freshwater of the lake. Their movements were graceful and mesmerizing, unlike anything the two had ever seen in real life. It was captivating. Kieran's eyes widened and Cereza dropped her hand from his mouth. His eyes practically sparkled as his jaw dropped, his mouth forming an ovoid 'o'. He could see why Cereza was so excited. Cereza pulled herself up into the branches of the wisteria tree next to them, helping Kieran up into the spot next to her. This wisteria tree was old and sturdy, barely creaking under their combined weight. "I've never... I thought... Dratini don't live in this lake." Kieran managed to finally find the words to reply quietly. He hoisted himself up to be fully next to Cereza. She watched the dragons intently, unable to tear her eyes away. "They're migrating and roosting in this lake before the next rain, which is due tomorrow." Cereza explained in a hushed tone. "Because Dragonair control the weather." Kieran finished her thought for her. "Bingo." Cereza grinned. She gazed at the creatures, taking in every minute flick of their tails, every sound to escape their voice boxes. "Aren't they beautiful?" Kieran turned to look at Cereza. He had never heard her voice sound like that, enchanted by awe. Enamored, even. Her expression was captivated by a similar awe, her burgundy eyes focused on the dragons with a glimmer of wonder. While Cereza took in the sight of the Dratini and Dragonair, Kieran similarly gazed at her. The wisteria blooms framed her, bathing her in an almost lavender glow from the moonlight filtering through the petals. The light illuminated the upturned corners of her lips, highlighting every feature of her face. "Yeah. They are." He smiled; his eyes locked on her in the same way she couldn't tear her eyes away from the Dragonair. The moment was interrupted by Deadeye emerging from under Cereza's bag once again, his ghostlike tail wagging as he watched the Dratini play in the water. He nipped Cereza's cheek playfully to get her attention. She winced and held her cheek, narrowing her eyes at Deadeye with a lighthearted smile. "Little squirt." She teased. Deadeye made the Dreepy equivalent of a giggle before starting to float towards the Dratini. Cereza tugged on his tail gently, concern flitting in her chest for a moment. "Slow, don't spook them." She advised gently. She tentatively let go of his tail. She held her breath as she watched Deadeye approach the nearest Dratini. Her grip on the branches tightened. Kieran noticed Cereza tense and shakily put a hand over hers. She meets his eyes, and they share a look. Cereza turns her attention back to Deadeye, exhaling slowly.

Deadeye chirps at the Dratini, catching its attention. The Dratini tilts its head and Deadeye tilts his in turn. They circle one another, assessing each other carefully. The Dratini sniffs Deadeye and Deadeye wiggles as if it tickles him, trilling in amusement. The Dratini seems satisfied, diving into the water. Deadeye tilts his head in confusion. The Dratini surfaces with similar confusion, making a noise that seems like the equivalent to 'are you coming?'. Deadeye realizes what it meant and makes a happy cry, diving into the water after the Dratini and letting it give way to underwater chase. Cereza sighs in relief, chuckling at Deadeye's mannerisms. Kieran laughs with her. The Dratini gets caught by Deadeye and Deadeye does a little victory lap. The Dratini chitters and gestures for Deadeye to come meet the Dragonair presumably watching over the flock. Deadeye approaches the Dragonair and catches its attention, but Deadeye gets an idea and rushes off before they can properly meet each other. Deadeye darts over to Cereza who picks up on this and descends from the tree, her feet landing on the grass with a thump. She makes sure to crouch as a sign of respect and submission in case the Dragonair is watching. "What are you doing?" Kieran hisses, alarm filling his senses as he looks between the group of (undoubtedly powerful) dragon pokemon and his friend that just entered its line of sight. "Just watch." She replies quietly. Deadeye bites her sleeve and tries to tug her along but struggles because of his small size. Cereza stands a little taller, gazing up at the Dragonair that was now swimming over. The Dragonair lowers itself to Cereza's level, narrowing its eyes at her. The Dratini that were playing moments ago have gathered behind the Dragonair, curious about the newcomer. A sound forms in the back of its throat, sounding melodious like birdsong yet clicks like the call of a Lapras. Deadeye makes a similar clicking trill in response, shimmying with its little body. He smiled as if introducing Cereza. The Dragonair stared down Cereza, as if it dared for her to break eye contact. Kieran's worry compounded and he dropped down from the tree soundlessly, frozen as he witnessed Cereza interact with the dragon. Cereza stood her ground, approaching closer to the Dragonair and leaning down more. She made a similar noise to the trill she soothed Deadeye with, again like a mix between the purr of a Purrloin and the coo of a Pidove making something that sounded like the reptilian clicks of the dragon types she was familiar with. She held out a flat hand with her palm facing up, so the Dragonair knew it was okay to approach and assess her. She kept herself loose and relaxed as not to spook it. Cereza remained still as the Dragonair sniffed her hand, only turning her hand over so the creature could smell both sides thoroughly. The Dragonair snorted and turned away, diving in the water without haste or concern.

The Dratini came closer and took their turn to sniff and assess her, though the little ones were much more invasive than their elder. Little mouths nipped at skin and clothing, eliciting giggles from Cereza. She turns back to Kieran, eyes brightened and rushes over to him. A few Dratini trail behind her as she takes his hands, a wide grin on her face. "Come on, come meet them!" Kieran's eyes widened. "Woah, wait-" He started as Cereza dragged him toward the edge of the water where Deadeye and the rest of the Dratini were playing, even some of the Dragonair were humoring the little ones. She let go of his hand and took off her socks and shoes, setting them safely by the water before stepping in. She smiled, turning to Kieran. "It's not cold!" She took something out of her pocket, they were what looked to be Leppa berries she had picked with Kieran the day before in the orchard. She knelt into the water, holding her cupped hands out for the Dratini to eat from. The Dratini were delighted and flocked to Cereza, making her laugh even more with delight. Kieran took his shoes off, rushing after her without really thinking. He tapped on her shoulder to get her attention. "Uh, Cereza?" Before she could turn around and address his question, a curious Dratini noticed Kieran and got close to his face, looking him over. "Oh! Hello!" His eyebrows rose as the Dratini chirped at him, the other Dratini starting to become curious about him as well. Cereza took notice and stood up to be next to him. She took his hands and handed him a few Leppa berries to feed them. "What just happened between you an' that Dragonair?" Kieran asked while Cereza filled his hands with berries. "That Dragonair is the head of the pack, it was just checking to make sure I was safe to interact with." Cereza hummed. She stepped back so the Dratini had room to approach him. The curious little serpents were delighted to find berries in his hands too and pecked and nibbled at the berries. Kieran giggled, the giggles bubbling up into laughter. "Haha, stop! That tickles!" A few Dratini nipped at his clothes like they did to Cereza and Cereza laughed with Kieran as they feed the dragonlings.

Cereza tossed a berry to Deadeye and he caught it without trouble, swallowing it whole. The Dratini witnessed this and immediately darted over to Cereza, wanting in on the game. "Woah, woah, one at a time!" She laughed. She faked throwing a berry to the far side of the lake and all the Dratini fell for it, diving under the water to reach the other side faster. Kieran and Cereza chuckled as they watched Deadeye catch up to his new friends, racing after them and starting another, larger game of chase. One of the younger Dragonair approached Kieran and Cereza and Kieran stiffened at the presence of the serpent. Cereza made the dragon call she did before as a greeting, waving with a smile. "Hello, feeling left out on the berry train?" Cereza giggled as the Dragonair sniffed all of her clothes in search of the berries, nudging at her pocket in pursuit of them. The Dragonair sung a short, high note as if in affirmation. Cereza made her dragon call back, adding a whistle arpeggio at the end (one that sounds like she learned it from Charon). Kieran actually approached this time, walking through the water to stand close to Cereza, amazed as she holds up the berry for the Dragonair to eat from her hands. The Dragonair gently picked up the berry with its jaws, taking care not to make contact with Cereza. The Dragonair sung another note of thanks and Cereza cooed a note of her own back.

"How do you do that?" Kieran looked at Cereza in amazement. Cereza shrugged. "Lots of trial and error with Deadeye. I can try and teach you if you want. Can you roll your Rs and whistle?" Cereza started. Kieran nodded. "It's just a combo of those two, like a happy medium between them." Cereza demonstrated how to do it and Kieran listened and watched intently. After a moment, he nods. "I think I've got it." Kieran took a deep breath and gave it his best shot... and the sound that came out is somewhat strangled and definitely incorrect. Cereza snorted and there's a moment of suspense before the two burst into fits of laughter. It's the kind of laughter that they try to stifle but starts up again the moment they make eye contact. Kieran attempted the noise again, worse this time because of how hard he was laughing. The Dragonair gave the two weird looks as Cereza clutched her stomach doubled over in a fit of giggles. She mimicked the sound Kieran made and Kieran splashed some water on her in playful mock offense. "Shut up!" He managed to get out between laughs. Cereza stuck her tongue out at him. "Come over here and make me, Kiki." She challenged. She's immediately met with another splash to the face, soaking her clothes. There was a moment of pause while Kieran waited for a reaction, Cereza pushing her wet bangs from her face. She grins deviously before splashing him back, revenge-soaking his clothes and forcing him to push his own bangs back from his face. It didn't take long for it to turn into a full-scale water fight, Deadeye and one of the initial Dratini even join in, the two dragonlings giggling at the silliness. Kieran waded into deeper water to escape, the point where he couldn't touch the bottom. He treaded water as he looked back at Cereza, only to find her gone. His head whipped around, looking for her. Out of nowhere, he suddenly felt arms wrap around his waist, dragging him down underwater. His yelp was cut off by the mouthful of water he soon ingested, dragged under by his assailant. Kieran struggled free with a push to where he assumed the mischievous attacker's face was. The two surfaced with a gasp and Cereza barely caught her breath before laughing as Kieran coughed out the water he swallowed. "Point, Cereza!" She announced triumphantly, shivering slightly from being soaked to the bone. "Nuh uh, that's gotta be cheating!" Kieran protested, but he couldn't fight the smile on his face as he snorted at the whole situation. "You're just a sore loser, Kieran!" Cereza splashed water at him. She started to tread back to the shallower end but didn't expect Kieran to chase after her and drag her back. She yelped in alarm as held her in a vice grip. "Hey, what gives?" "Well since the move is fair..." He dropped Cereza then dunked her under, already laughing when she came up for air with a gasp, coughing up the water she swallowed. "Are you okay?" He asked with a smile as his laughter died down. Cereza huffed in mock offense. "Wouldn't you like to know?" She mocked Carmine's sharp tone with a partial falsetto, earning another snort from Kieran. "Seriously, we should go dry off though." "Aw man, you're right, how are we gonna dry off?" Kieran realized, going back to the shallow end with Cereza. Cereza grinned. "I've got an idea." When the two got back to shore, they wrung out their clothes to the best of their ability before trying out Cereza's 'idea'.

Cereza brought out Charon from his pokeball and Kieran immediately caught on. "This is a terrible idea." He stated. Cereza lightly punches his shoulder. "It'll be fine. Charon, kick up a gust for us, would ya?" She calls out to her avian friend. Charon caws in affirmation before blowing a strong wind at Kieran and Cereza, each powerful wingbeat aimed to dry away the water that clung to their clothes. After a minute, Cereza called over the rushing whistle of the wind. "Alright Charon, that's good!" The wind died down and Charon rested on a wisteria branch as Cereza and Kieran checked their clothes. Cereza looked at Kieran and snorted, holding back a snicker. He looked at her, eyes wide. "W-what's so funny?" His hair was thoroughly tousled and messy, Cereza's was no doubt the same. Wisteria petals were caught and tangled in his half-dried hair, matching the purple underlayer. "Hold on, you've got-" Cereza laughed lightly, leaning closer. "You've got something in your hair." She picked the petals out of the black and mauve locks, scattering them on the ground where they belonged when she was done. Kieran froze, not moving a muscle as Cereza meticulously raked her hands through his hair for a final check. "Yep, all good now." She leaned back then picked a petal from her own hair, going to where she set down her bag and shoes and bringing them to a spot under the wisteria tree to rest. Kieran followed close behind her after putting his own socks and shoes back on. She whistled for Deadeye's attention, and it was immediately caught. Deadeye chirped his goodbyes to his friends to which a chorus of little Dratini voices and richer Dragonair tones rang out in farewell. He darted back to shore where Cereza sat, trying to wrestle its way into her bag again. "Oh no you don't, you're sopping!" She grabbed the wriggling little Dreepy with one hand, holding him away from the bag as she pulled out a towel from her bag. Kieran's jaw dropped. "You had a towel this whole time?!" He asked in shock, his mouth forming another 'o' shape. Cereza realized her mistake. "Whoops." She shrugged, laughing as Kieran sighs, his shoulders slumped as he shook his head. She dried off Deadeye, wrapping the little dragon into a toweled burrito and setting him down. He was thoroughly bound so he couldn't move while he dried. She then pulled out two towels, one for her and one for Kieran. She tossed the towel at Kieran's head, laughing when it landed on his face in such a way that it covered it entirely, making him look like a ghost. "How many towels can you fit in that tiny bag?" He asked, baffled by the infinite inventory of the backpack. "Don't worry about it." Cereza waved it off. She leaned against the tree, relaxing as she watched the Dragonair once again. She took out a brush and untied her low twin tail braids, brushing out her hair with her fingers first before going in with the brush. Her hair was even paler blonde than the color of a Mimikyu's rag, the muted, pale color light enough to be mistaken for white in certain lighting and brown/gray in others. Her hair was normally twisted and a touch wild, probably the reason why she tied them back in low twin tails all the time. Now that it was down, Kieran could see that her hair was thick and wavy, like a hex maniac's. Deadeye managed to break free of his towel prison and he settled himself in Cereza's lap. Cereza focused on brushing her hair while it was still slightly wet, not wasting the chance.

Kieran heard a shift in the grass and his head snapped in the direction of the sound. He caught a glimpse of a blue tail fleeing behind a tree. Kieran tilted his head, trying to get a better look. A Dratini cowered by the tree, likely curious about Cereza and Kieran but too shy to get close. Kieran knelt down, thinking of how Cereza would approach the small dragonling. The small serpent hid its face behind its tail, trembling. He cleared his throat, taking another stab at the cooing dragon call. He was surprised to hear it half decent. Definitely not as polished as Cereza's, but recognizable. "I won't hurt you, we're friendly, I promise." He offered his hand gently to the Dratini, his voice gentle. The Dratini lifted its tail slightly to peek up at Kieran with one eye. Its stomach rumbled and it cowered again. Kieran took note of this and stood up, startling the Dratini. "Hold on, I'll be right back!" He rushed over to Cereza. "Cereza, do you have any more berries?" His voice was determined, earnest. Cereza raised her eyebrows. "Yeah, a few oran berries. Need some?" Kieran nodded and Cereza got out the berries, handing them to him. "What are they for-" "Thanks, bye!" He quickly went back to the Dratini and Cereza sat there slightly confused before going back to what she was doing. Kieran slowly held out an oran berry with a cupped hand. "C'mon little guy, I know you're hungry..." The Dratini tentatively approached, picking up the berry from his hand carefully and setting it down on the ground. As soon as the oran berry hit the grass, the Dratini started scarfing it down. Kieran raised his eyebrows then smiled. He got up to go sit by Cereza again, leaving the Dratini to eat its food in peace. The Dratini gulped down the last of its food then looked at Kieran walking away. It stayed where it was for a moment, as if considering. The Dratini cautiously slithered behind Kieran, trying its best to be sneaky. Kieran sat back down beside Cereza who at this point had moved on from brushing her hair to braiding it back to the twin tails they were used to. "What was that about?" She turned to greet him, scooting over a little so they sat a little closer together. Before Kieran could open his mouth, Cereza noticed a little white snout peeking out from behind the trunk of the wisteria tree they were sitting under. "I see you made a friend." "Huh?" Kieran blinked, confused. He turned to where Cereza was looking and spotted the Dratini that shied away at his gaze. "Oh! Come back for more berries?" He offered an empty hand like how Cereza did to the Dragonair. After a few seconds of suspense, the Dratini sniffed Kieran's hand flinching away a bit when Kieran turned it over so the Dratini could examine it fully. The Dratini licked his hand Kieran smiling at the gentle gesture. "Wow, he either really likes you or is licking the oran berry residue off your hand." Cereza stated. "Oh." Kieran replied awkwardly. He stifled a yawn, not wanting Cereza to think he was getting sleepy, or worse, bored. Cereza caught the way he started to yawn then conspicuously cleared his throat, however. "Alright then, I'll start packing up. We have a busy day tomorrow and I can imagine that Carmine is hell to deal with in the morning." Cereza had already folded all the towels, placing them in her weirdly infinite bag and zipping it up. Deadeye was nodding off, his head drooping then perking up, drooping then perking up. "I'm not tired-" Kieran started to protest only to be met with a hand over his mouth. "S h u t." Cereza said simply. She turned to her dozing dragonling, taking out his ball. "Alright Deadeye. Home time." Deadeye made a half-awake sound of protest. He attempted to nudge away the ball but in his sleepy daze he accidentally nudged the button in the process, returning him to his ball regardless. Cereza chuckled and shook her head.

"Are you gonna say goodbye to your little friend there?" Cereza put Deadeye's ball in the pokeball section of her bag. Kieran turned to the little Dratini. It had now become comfortable, resting its head on his wrist. He gently removed the small serpent from his arm, patting its head. "Travel safe 'lil guy." The Dratini chirped and bumped its head against Kieran's hand like a skitty. Kieran chuckled before standing and waving goodbye. Cereza turned, having already started on the way home. "You coming?" She called back. Kieran nodded, glancing one last time at the lake before running after Cereza.

Epilogue: (after the Ogerpon fight) Kieran finished tying up his hair. He looked in the mirror. It was strange to see his face in so much detail. Well, he was going to have to get used to it from now on. "Kiki? Our bus is leaving soon. I'm gonna head over, don't be a Slowpoke like last time, alright?" Carmine knocked on the door before calling through it. Pretty courteous by her standards. Her footsteps and the creaking of the floorboards suggested her exit. Kieran slung his bag over his shoulder. He had already packed. He had a lot of time since he was holed up in his room since the evening of the night before. He kept the goodbyes with his grandparents brief. His grandfather noticed Kieran's change in demeanor but decided to let him be. There was no use trying to convince a Rhyhorn to budge after all.

Kieran opened the door and took one step out the door before being interrupted by a Pokemon's call at his feet. The door slid shut behind him as he looked around for the source, eventually looked down. A blue tail, a rounded white snout, and a pair of fin-like ears that were perked up and alert. It was a Dratini- no, the Dratini from that night at Wisteria Lake. "If you came lookin' for more berries, you're barking up a Sudowoodo." Kieran dismissed, trying to step around the serpent. The Dratini became annoyed and blocked his path, making a noise of protest. "I don't have food for you, shoo!" Kieran stepped over the Pokemon, continuing on his way to the bus stop and trying to ignore the Dratini. The Dratini and the tightness in his chest. He shoved down the memories of wisteria petals and moonlit lakes. His train of thought was interrupted by a bump he felt on his ankle. He looked down to find the Dratini pushing a pokeball against his ankle with its snout. He had to give the creature points for its tenacity. Kieran's eyebrows raised. He leaned down on one knee, picking up the Pokeball. "How did you...?" His thoughts escaped his lips. The Dratini puffed up its chest, though a slight tremble gave away its nervousness. Kieran considered it. Dragonite are strong, he needed strength if he was going to surpass her. "Hm. Well, only cuz you're stubborn. I better see this enthusiasm in training, got it?" He held the pokeball down to the Dratini's level, allowing it to press the button with its snout. The ball shook once then made a nodding motion, a satisfying click signifying Kieran's successful catch. Kieran stood, pocketing the ball. "We're flying to the top, Dratini." He mused under his breath as he continued on to the bus stop, the sky gray and tense with the threat of a storm. ... THIS TOOK ME THREE DAYS TO WRITE HOLY BINGLE Me, clueless: I'll just write this cute little thing lol, it should take me like 20 minutes 5,663 words and three whole days later: Anyway, first formal blurb, I'm totally not nervous what are you talking about. Special thanks to my beta reader, I love you forever pookie :} I always want to hear your thoughts and questions, my askbox is but a humble Munchlax starved of berries!! (I'm in a Pokemon metaphor mood rn lmao)

✨Do whatever you want forever✨

~ Cytoplasm

#dipplinshipping #kieran x mc #kieran x oc #oc x canon #pokemon sv #rival kieran #the indigo disk #cereza pokemon #juliana x kieran #juliana x kieran pokemon #the teal mask #dratini #dragonair #dreepy #corvisquire #wisteria lake #canon x oc

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cleolinda · 12 days

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Weekend links, April 14, 2024

My posts

Honestly, I spent much of the week coping with storm migraines. You can tell, because I was reblogging a lot from under a cold compress rather than doing anything useful with life.

Reblogs of interest

The Hot Vintage Lady Polls are rough out there, y’all. Round three started closing yesterday (see what’s still open here), and as of this writing, we have lost Bette Davis, Alla Nazimova, Theda Bara, Myrna Loy, Barbra Streisand, Fay Wray, Lucille Ball, Ginger Rogers, and Olivia de Havilland--and it looks like Catherine Deneuve, Clara Bow, Lana Turner, and Mary Pickford are on their way out. Meanwhile, I learned about a ton of actresses I’d never heard of before, only to shriek when Sharmila Tagore, Nadira, and Waheeda Rehman lost this round. (Edwige, I will never forget you.)

Let me remind you (and me sometimes, too): Not everyone has the same taste or childhood attachments or cinema experiences as you. And everybody in this bracket loses. Everybody but one.

(I can tell I’m not cut out for brawling because I’m like, “I will be very sad to see Norma Shearer go, but Hazel Scott seems nice!”)

“Actually, Mr. Musk, I am an attorney. Do you know that?” Here’s the highlights of Mark Bankston, the man who brought down Alex Jones, coping with Elon Musk and Elon Musk’s Lawyer, who is not even licensed in Texas, for 100 pages of deposition.

Hozier Watch 2024: “Too Sweet” has now charted higher in the UK than “Take Me to Church,” and it’s getting real close on the US charts. This is a song that didn’t even make last year’s album. I am endlessly fascinated.

Happy Leland Melvin Day!

Happy Neil Banging Out the Tunes Day!

“Posting endless DNIs because we can’t (or don’t know we can) make spaces just for the people we do want to interact with” actually makes a lot of sense in this centralized social media hellscape.

There is a 20k mg weed gummy and nobody needs that. “Forget meeting the Hat Man this is what turns you into the Hat Man. This is worse than that torture drug that makes you experience 600 billion years in a second. This is the secret to honest to god shifting.”

One of the best uses of the Kate Beaton Poe comic I’ve ever seen

“Americanisms that tell you to check on your American” (they are all correct)

“Tuxedo Mask is the first example of being ‘Kenough’”

Just this once, I will allow this AI rendition of a “traditional Polish family” and their traditional Polish woodchuck.

I am absolutely not saying there is anything wrong with being into tentacles; I’m just saying that Pyramid Head doesn’t even have them and thus is a pretty tame choice to complain about.

Little Guy, a game

A cursèd chair called “Oops!”

Sparrow Tarot: Honestly, this is one of my favorite takes on the Hanged Man.

This dog is a biscuit and she is precious

Video

One of the things that’s so great about this Ilia Malinin free-skate program is, he makes it look so effortless that I would have never figured out on my own, without Tumblr’s commentary, that there’s a couple moves in here that no one in the world can do but him. Like, the very first jump and the announcers start screaming.

A journey from fearing moths to raising them

A dude puts on a dress For the Meme and then discovers that he loves it (and then he styles it as a full outfit and it looks SO GOOD)

Watching this cat ride around on a roomba on a sped-up surveillance camera is self-care.

So is this (although it’s a bit strobe-y)

Bat type: hi doggy

Was the jello for the tuna salad lamb supposed to be lime?

The sacred texts

Holy Shit, Two Cakes

The origin of “Me, an intellectual”

#AllMyLifeIHadToFight

Personal tag of the week

Designer Roberto Cavalli, who passed away this week at age 83. I reblogged several fashion posts--I hadn’t even realized myself that he had designed Beyoncé’s famous yellow dress in Lemonade.

#weekend links #odds and ends #linkspam

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natashaismylove · 2 years

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G!p nat gets jealous and fucks reader on a mission?

A/N: yesss!

Possessive |N. Romanoff

Summary: Natasha can’t stand seeing the reader flirting with someone else, even if it’s for a mission.

Warnings: smut, g!p Natasha(she has a penis), unprotected sex, dirty talk, degrading, praise, fingering, bondage, knife, blood, exhibition kink, biting, orgasm control, begging kink, possessiveness kink, pet names(detka, bunny)

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I knew exactly what my role was on this mission and I planned to do it perfectly. I had read everything I needed to know about this guy and made up a personality that I knew would get me the information I was set out to find. Only problem was my overprotective girlfriend who refused to let me go on a mission by myself, even though I had been an agent for years.

Natasha was worried I would get hurt so she managed to convince Fury to let her come with me. I couldn't see her in the room but I had no doubt she could and was currently looking at me, watching my every move.

I gave a flirtatious smile towards the man in front of me and slightly bent forward to come closer to him. “So, what exactly is it you do?”

He let out a small chuckle, like it should be obvious. “Well let’s just say I’m a leader.”

“Of what?” I tilted my head a little.

“Nothing a gorgeous girl like you should have to worry about.”

I hummed with a smile. “Well I’m interested in getting to know you.”

He gave a small nod. “My organisation takes care of…problems that arise with the modern day government.”

“Problems like?”

“Certain types of people.”

I laid my hand on his thigh and smirked. “Am I a problem?”

He shook his head with a grin. “Ah sweetheart, you could never be a problem. Not in the slightest…” he finished off by looking me up and down, clearly eyeing my body that was wrapped in a tight fitting dress. He spent some extra time keeping his gaze on the slit in the dress that showed off my thigh, cut just low enough to hide the knife I had strapped to it.

“Should I take that as a compliment?”

“Absolutely. With looks like that I’m sure everything you've ever heard has been a compliment.”

I chuckled and dragged my hand higher up on his thigh. “You’re making me blush.”

He took hold of my jaw and leaned his face closer to mine. “I can make you even redder.”

A gunshot went through the room causing panic to arise in the crowd. People were screaming and running away and the guy I had been talking to looked around the room. A hand grabbed my arm and I was quickly dragged away, leaving the guy to turn back around confused as he scanned for me but with no luck.

I was pushed into a closet and the door closed with a bang before I heard the click of the lock. The light turned on and an angry Natasha stared at me. I glared back at her and threw my hands up in frustration. “What the hell?! It was going great, I was so close to getting him away alone!”

“And you’d let him what? Fuck you? Is that how far you’d go for some information?” she spat.

I scoffed in disbelief. “That’s what you think of me?”

“Well I don’t know what to think when you have your hand on his thigh and his face all up in yours.” she was seething.

“I was doing my job! I’ve read up on him, he’s an egotistical narcissist, I was simply playing with his ego by making him believe I was interested! It’s the oldest fucking trick in the book!”

She shook her head. “God, you infuriate me sometimes.”

“Says the person who just destroyed this whole mission by fucking shooting. Are you that insecure?”

She slowly brought her glare back to my face and tilted her head a little before breathing out. In a second my back was against a wall and my hands were pinned to the sides of my head and she was so close to my face our noses were touching. “Insecure? Not at all. Possessive.” I kept my posture and face stern and didn't let my angry expression fall. “No way in hell I’m letting someone else touch what's mine.”

She spun me around and pushed the front of my body against the wall and held my hands behind my back, the side of my face pressed into the cold wall. She unclasped her belt from her suit and tied it around my hands. Her hand slipped into the slit of my dress and grabbed the knife that was holstred to my thigh before bringing it to my panties. She leaned her forehead against the side of mine and made a cut over the side of my panties, then repeated the motion on the other side.

As my now ruined panties hit the ground her fingers found my clit quickly and pressed against it. She rubbed her hard cock against my ass through her pants and groaned a little. “Any other time and I would’ve taken my time to enjoy you in this dress, take you all in…too bad you acted like a fucking slut.”

I gasped a little as she circled my clit slowly, still keeping a lot of pressure on it. “I-...I was just doing what I was supposed to do-”

“Nuh uh uh.” she shushed me. “I’m giving you the chance to be a good girl so I suggest you close your mouth and take it.” I turned my head so my forehead was against the wall. “So, what will it be?”

“I’ll be your good girl…” I mumbled.

She hummed. “That’s what I like to hear.”

Her fingers played with my clit before sliding further down and dipping into my hole. I let out a small moan and she started to slowly push her fingers in and out of me. I felt something sharp against my collarbone and looked down to see my knife in her hand, pressed against my chest.

“Oh detka, this’ll be a lot of fun.” she smiled against the back of my neck before slipping her fingers out of me. She bunched up my dress with one hand and held it up against my thigh before taking the hand with the knife away from me. I heard her pants unzip and felt her cock hit my ass before the knife was placed onto my neck. She slipped her cock against my centre a few times while groaning in my ear.

“Fuck…” I sighed.

“You're getting desperate, huh?” she said, almost a little proudly. “You want my cock?”

“Tasha, I swear to god if you don-”

I moaned loudly as she pushed herself fully into me. She pressed the knife a little harder against my throat and leaned in close to my face. “If I don’t what?”

“Oh my god…”

She chuckled darkly. “Feel how full of me you are? You feel how every inch of my cock is stuffed inside of you? Betcha can feel every single ridge and vein as your pussy pulses around me.” she breathed out.

“Fuck me, Tash~” I pushed a little back against her.

“Plan on it, bunny.” she pulled out only to thrust back in quickly, setting a fast pace immediately. “Let’s see how much you can talk back when you’re all cockdumb.”

I was a moaning mess already and we had barely started. My hands were still tied behind my back and she had a knife against my throat, I was truly all at her disposal. “Ah~ fuck me like that! Yes!”

She angled the knife a little upwards and made a small slit and watched a drop of blood trickle out. She leaned forwards and licked the blood before attaching her lips to my throat, sucking marks onto it. She kissed up my neck and bit my earlobe before dragging it slowly with her teeth. “So you can behave, but only when you get cock, huh? I’ll take note of that. Maybe next time you don’t listen in meetings I’ll just bend you over and fuck you on the table as everyone watches. Maybe then you’ll pay attention.”

I whimpered a little. “Oh god~”

She chuckled and bit my jawline before kissing it. “That turns you on? You’re that much of a whore?”

Her cock slipped in and out of me and my brain had turned all foggy. My mouth opened as desperate noises fell out from the feeling of the head dragging against my walls.

She pressed the knife against my cheek. “Who’s my good girl?”

I closed my eyes. “I am~”

“Mhm. How does my cock feel in you, bunny?”

“So good~ so so good!”

“How did I end up with such a needy and desperate whore? I must have done something really good to get to fuck you whenever I please.” she smirked against the side of my head. “Good karma I guess.”

“Oh god-” I groaned and let my head fall back a little.

“Oh, someone wants to cum.” she stated teasingly.

“Please, please, can I?”’

She clicked her tongue. “Begging now, are we?”

“I need it so bad, please~”

She hummed a little, like she was in deep thought. “I don’t know…” she dragged out her sentence.

“Tasha, I’ll do anything, I swear!” tears filled my eyes as I was so close.

“Admit that you’re all mine. Make me believe it.” she breathed out.

I whined a little. “I’m yours, I belong to you! I’m all fucking yours, no one else gets to touch me, only you! You own me~”

“I’ll count down. Cum on any other number than zero and you’ll regret it for weeks.”

I nodded quickly.

“Five.” She increased her pace.

“Four.” I could hear and feel her skin slapping against mine as she fucked me.

“Three…” I could tell she was close as well.

“God- two…” she was loosing her rythm, fucking into me relentlessly.

“One…”

“Zero. Cum for me.” she commanded and I finally let go. I moaned loudly as my orgasm hit and the pleasure only increased when I felt her cum spill into me. I was gasping and had been reduced to a blabbering mess as she rocked into me. Her moans in my ear helped prolong my orgasm until she stilled inside of me.

She pulled out and untied the belt around my hands before pulling up her pants and putting the belt on. She let go of my dress and turned me around, looking at my fucked out face. She fixed my hair a little before kissing my cheek. “You’re gonna walk out to the surveillance car the team is sitting in with my cum spilling out of you.” she gripped my jaw. “Don’t say a word until we get back to the tower. I have more things I want to do with you.”

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