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thinkingaboutjaedyn · 4 months

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Hi! Love your writing!

Would you be able to write an aitana bonmati fic? Where the reader and aitana have been together for a while, but the reader is always jokingly flirting with her? Thank you!

lovely jokester ( aitana bonmati x reader )

prompt: your favorite pastime is to make flirty jokes towards your girlfriend

author notes: thank you! i hope you like this and it's what you wanted. tbh this fic is shorter than i wanted it to be but i wanted to post it anyways. enjoy!

you and aitana have been together for almost three years now. being with her has been one of the best relationships you ever had and very fun considering you two both play for barcelona. however you love to keep aitana on her toes. playing harmless pranks on her, saying obviously untrue things to try to trick her, and much more.

your favorite thing is do is definitely make corny flirty jokes towards the spainard. she always acts like she hates it, especially infront of other people, but you and her both know that she loves that part of you.

everyone was changing in the locker room, conversing with each other when you decide to strike once again. smirking as you look at aitana from across the room. she could feel your eyes on her (she knew by heart how you looked at her) but didn't think much of it. you had just pranked her yesterday so it wouldn't make sense to prank her again. you're a prankster, not evil.

good thing you weren't about to prank her. just show your girlfriend some love. you (try to) quietly sneak up behind aitana. she obviously can hear your footsteps even over the conversation between y'all's teammates. still the spainish player continues to slip her jersey on. laughing softly once you hug her from behind. planting a kiss on her cheek. "hola hermosa" you smile mischievously at her. aitana turns her a bit to look at you, with you two's foreheads touching. "hola bebe, what are you doing?" she says quietly.

you smile at her with that little mischievous smile you always do before pulling a prank on her. before she can even react you say (loud enough for the whole locker room to hear), "did it hurt when you fell from heaven?"

aitana bursts out laughing, pushing you away gently. half of your teammates laugh as well and the other half just groan. you see alexia roll her eyes as she walks out. aitana had pushed you right into lucy's arms. "you're so.." your girlfriend roll her eyes in mock displeasure. you would respond with something snarky, but lucy had you in a headlock.

"i'm tired of you and those cringey pick-up lines" lucy says as she messes up your hair. "i am too" claudia says as she pasts by you and lucy to leave the locker room. you gasp out as the rest of your teammates agree. including your girlfriend.

"why is everyone ganging up on me?" you say as lucy lets you go. she also heads out of the locker room. leaving just aitana and you in the room. your girlfriend comes over to you, giving you a short kiss on the lips. smiling once she pulls away, "yes, it did hurt, amor."

you give her a cocky smirk as she lets go of you and leave out of the room. one win for you and those horrible jokes.

you and aitana were enjoying a lazy saturday, cuddling in y'all's bed. aitana has her face nuzzled in your neck with your arms around her waist but of course you had to break up the simple domesticity by making another flirty joke.

"you know, amor..." you say in that tone aitana knows way too well. she groans as she tries to place her hand over your mouth. as an effort to silence you, but to no use as you hold her wrist and stop her. "i'm so glad your father came in your mother. without them i wouldn't have my beautiful girlfriend" you say before bursting out laughing.

your girlfriend gets her wrist out of your grip as you laugh even louder. she punches you in the shoulder, groaning. "just shut up.." the spainish players rolls up off of you and grabs her phone. starting to scroll to find her mother's contact. "and i am totally telling her you said that," she says.

"wait! don't! i'm sorry, please don't tell" you playfully beg as you try to reach for aitana's phone. she slaps your hands away. "c'mon, if you tell than i won't be the favorite girlfriend in law anymore" you whine as you stop trying to be a phone thief.

"should had thought about that before you decided to make that stupid joke" aitana says as she puts her phone up to her ear. very ready to tell her mother exactly what you said.

sometimes your jokes backfire and this is one of those times. one loss for you and one win for aitana.

#aitana bonmati x reader #aitana bonmati #woso x reader #woso fanfics #barca femeni

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cripplecharacters · 6 days

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Do you have any tips (or previous posts) about how to write a young person who’s first-time cane user? This one is for a character who escapes a lifetime of being experimented on, and learns in the aftermath of being rescued that this rather compromised her ability to walk well again. I’ve written characters with other mobility devices for getting around. But never canes. I myself am physically disabled but have never needed anything like these before. I’m always eager to learn.

Hi!

If your character is a first time cane user, here's some things that could happen:

She will need to learn how to walk with the cane first. When you're starting, it's easy to mess up (though it could be my dyspraxia speaking) and overfocus on how you should walk because you're just getting used to it. She could randomly stop and correct her gait, or look down a lot to check if she's still doing the motion (left arm and right leg forward, or the other way around).

She's probably gonna drop that thing a lot. Especially if she has a weaker grip in the cane hand - now, I don't have this problem (the opposite, rather) - but the overall thing is a really common occurrence for most of us. Walking and hit the smallest pebble imaginable? Cane on the ground, somehow. Tried putting it against the wall or table? It's on the ground. And then you need to reach for it... it's a struggle sometimes.

If she's not helped in picking the cane, she will spend some time figuring out what grip and height are comfortable for her. (Grip depends on personal preference, no one's preference has ever been the doorknob handle, height is generally to the person's wrist from the ground up.) I think that this could be an interesting opportunity to talk about disabled communities - maybe she's frustrated with the process and goes to an older (more experienced) cane user to help her?

If it's during the winter, her hand is gonna be freezing - and the opposite in the summer - and she might not be prepared for it. The handle can get HOT and it can be an issue. Depending on what her actual disability is, she might try switching which hand to hold it in. If she's able to do that, another character could warm up her cold hand :)

The first couple of times walking with a cane are an Experience. You feel way better, but also everyone is suddenly staring. Some people care about that, some don't. But it can be somewhat overwhelming either way.

Spatial awareness is gonna suck at first. She will bump into what feels like everything with the cane. Especially doorframes. It's always doorframes for some reason. Or mess up and have her cane slip down because she hasn't realized how close to the curb she was.

She will hit her shin. It will hurt.

She's probably going to be speedy with that thing! Getting a cane is like getting a speed boost. Without it, I have episodes where I'm extremely slow (my highest, extreme-pain speed would be slower than a person walking very casually) and with it, I'm faster than a lot of able-bodied people! It's fun and she would have fun with it.

She will not know what to do with the cane when she doesn't need it. For me, using backpacks always cause issues because I don't know how to hold it without dropping it, but I also need to swap hands, something gets stuck on the handle... it's a whole process that takes a comical amount of time at first. Same when going to the public bathroom, where are you putting it when you aren't using it...? It's a lot of trial and error and a lot of "eww, my cane just touched the dirtiest surface humanly imaginable".

In the real world, people are (overly) interested in young cane user's business and tend to stare a lot. Now, it doesn't have to be like this in your story, but it's often just an annoying part of life. Your character might feel awkward and feel like she needs to explain herself, but this goes away after some time. You just get desensitized after a while.

In the real world, people are sometimes interested and nice about it! For example, a lot of older people can be insecure about using a cane, exactly like younger people. I've heard stories about older people asking younger users where they got their cane from, how are they so confident with it, etc. Another opportunity for a disabled community moment!

I hope that my suggestions were helpful, it's been a while since I was a first-time cane user so I wrote down what I still remember, haha.

Mod Sasza

Hi!

I agree with Sasza on pretty much every point and wanted to add some things from my own experience.

It's really, really hard to hold both a cane and an umbrella at the same time. Sometimes I'll give up and get wet. Sometimes I'll give up and store the cane. She might do either of those, depending on what she hates more: being wet or walking without the cane. Or she could get a raincoat if that works for her.

Speaking of umbrellas, sometimes you need your umbrella and you need your cane and you also need a free hand. This Sucks. What I do for this sometimes (and maybe she or other people have better, smarter, more useful solutions than this) is shove my umbrella into my shirt or backpack strap or something, so the umbrella is Held Up by it. This is not very effective, and will not last long. But if I need to look up a map on my phone or adjust something on my clothes or get my keys, it can work. Sort of.

Just like mod Sasza said, people will take interest in your cane, younger and older alike. I've had people of all ages compliment my cane (it has flowers) as well as people of all ages tell me I'm too young to need a cane or ask what's wrong with me. An older woman once asked me where I got my cane as she had been wanting a 'pretty' one, and that was a nice moment.

She might develop a new awareness of mobility aid users. When you're new at using one and trying to figure it out, you're probably going to be frustrated, because it's a new skill like any other. But it might make her (like it made me) notice more people using canes. It's not that I never saw them before, but that they were more common than I ever thought, and I never would have noticed how common it was if I hadn't had to slow down and practice my skill.

Cane tips get dirty, and cane tips wear out. These both depend on where your character is using her cane (outdoors vs indoors, scratchy asphalt vs smooth wood) as well as how often. A cane with a worn-out rubber tip really sucks and is more unstable and if the cane is made of aluminum and the tip is worn out and you hit the cane the wrong way, you can damage the cane. Ask me how I know.

That's all I can think of right now that I had to learn to deal with when I started! As you can see I still don't have a solution to the rain thing and it's been like two and a half years...

- mod Sparrow

#mod sasza #maybe-its-beyond-words #canes #mod Sparrow #mobility aids

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thursdaystarchild · 4 months

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𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒊𝒄 𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒆.

anton is a loved musician.

his works are everywhere. be it a music store, a clothing store, heck even a restaurant will play his songs.

his fans love his songs, especially his lyrics. it's so full of love and content, like he's actually inlove. which he is, it's just nobody else knows yet.

the inspiration behind his music is his lovely bestfriend of 10 years, and girlfriend of 2 years. behind every song that he writes, you are always beside him—helping him create a melody, a beat, a sound. it was your own bonding moment, always a harmonious one because the two of you are able to have fun and enjoy without being bombarded with cameras.

the world knew you were a close friend of anton, his treasured childhood friend but they didn't know he confessed to you with the same song that went insanely popular because of its melancholy melody and daring lyrics.

you are so precious to him.

even right now, seated comfortably on the space between anton's crossed legs, you were humming a random tune you came up with, his studio microphone already in your hands as he busy himself with clicking some files on his large computer.

it was comforting how this is almost your daily routine after coming back from university everyday. visiting your boyfriend in his wide studio and bringing him food he personally requested—of course he pays you back with money more than you payed with plus a lot of kisses and quality time.

"that's a pretty tone, sweets." he calmly tells you, kissing your temple lightly. you hum, unaware of the smitten eyes he has on you. "and you're really pretty too."

that, your ears catch. your face reddening in a span of seconds as he watches you quietly with a cute chuckle escaping his pretty lips.

anton can just get used to this, he already has. it's been 2 years since you started dating and he made his intentions clear that he'll always fluster you whenever he has the chance. "focus on your work, love." you pulled your hands away from the recording button to gently move his face away from staring at you to the computer infront of him—he turns back anyway and you huff defeated.

"but you are a part of my work. my lovely, little music muse." he grins at you mischievously, lithe fingers tickling your sides softly to emite a small laughter out of you. you're beautiful, he thinks. whatever he did in his past life to meet you now and have you by himself, he was just thankful.

"gosh, anton. you're killing me here!" you laugh aloud, squirming in his hold as he peppers you with kisses that leaves you in a haze, because wow, his lips are soft.

"yeah, yeah. but hey, one day i'll introduce you to the whole world."

your laughter slowly lowered as you look at him in the eye, he only holds sincerity and love for you, screw him and his head over heels emotions, but he was honest and genuine.

"i know, you always keep your words." a smile graced your lips, your hands delicately fixing his bangs from the earlier fun you both had, his protective eye glasses falling from his nose too, and you fix that for him.

"i love you." he tells you, so tender that you think he'll break if he even says it one more time. anton leaned closer to you, his hands finding your wrist to stop the movement it's doing to his hair.

a kiss to your forehead, to your nose, and a passionate one to your lips.

ah yes, his music muse. in his arms tonight and to more nights in the future. only his, for him to love and adore. for him to write songs to and about. you're just that person, his harmony.

I'm gonna marry your daughter

And make her my wife

I want her to be the only girl that I'll love for the rest of my life

And give her the best of me 'til the day that I die, yeah

I'm gonna marry your princess

And make her my queen

She'll be the most beautiful bride that I've ever seen

I can't wait to smile

As she walks down the aisle

On the arm of her father

On the day that I marry your daughter

#anton x reader #riize anton x reader #riize anton lee x reader #riize lee anton x reader #riize x reader #anton fluff #anton lee fluff #lee anton fluff

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whatitshouldvebeen · 7 months

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Hii! I feel like I’ve been loving angst and smut all being put in one fanfic as of recently, so I thought about heartbreaker Johnny because we all know he’s not the most loyal man 🌚 so I was wondering if like it could be the sort of where the reader was basically taken by the slaughter family and instead of killing her they kept her as bate for more victims like she’s very attractive and they use her whenever they go out to hunt, (I hope that makes sense but I figured that would prob be the only reason they kept someone alive 😭) but ok so one day basically she and sissy are sitting on the couch watching Tv in their free time , and Johnny walks into the house with yet another girl, like the 3rd girl of the week, and like the reader rolls her eyes and sighs a little too loud out of jealousy and I guess Johnny notices, so later on he like teases her about it and she pretends to hate him when in reality he was one of the things she looked forward to when they first kept her alive, so they kind of like hate fuck? Or jealousy fuck idk, but she ends up riding him at some point,

(also I’m sorry this is so long, I had this whole long elaborate idea in my head 😭)

I finished 😈

Johnny Slaughter x reader

MINORS DNI this is fairly fucked up please spare yourselves

Contains: abuse, angst, blood, degradation, humiliation, knifeplay, mentions of self-harm, implied cannibalism, jealousy, fingering, hate-fucking, and breeding

(Sorry for double spacing, I still don't know how to format on mobile)

Eight months ago, Johnny Slaughter brought you home for dinner.

Well, he brought you after a full night of fucking you out of your senses in a seedy hotel room. And it was thanks to your chemistry with him that—when he made clear that you were to be the family's next meal—you were able to talk your way out of it.

"Johnny, you don't have to kill me," you pleaded.

"Well I can't let you go, doll," he said, looking down at you with a predatory gaze. You were in the gruesome basement with the scent of death flooding your nostrils, but nothing felt so visceral as the blade of his Bowie knife at your neck, one wrist flick from ending your life.

"You don't have to. I can help you."

He barked a laugh. "Yeah? How so?"

You'd swallowed hard, then placed your hands on his firm chest. He'd raised an eyebrow but didn't pull away. "I'll do what you did to me: lure people back to the house. I'll bring in five times my weight in the first month, I swear."

"You do have a certain," Johnny's eyes flicked down to your breasts, "charm. But how can I trust you?"

"Come with me. If you see me doing anything against you, you can claim to be my caretaker. Say I'm mentally unwell."

"How exactly are people gonna believe me if I say that?" He asked, his head cocked.

You held out your arm somberly, self-harm scars littering your wrists. "It won't take much convincing, Johnny."

Rather than the usual looks you received when people noticed your scars, Johnny's face lit up.

"You like the pain, huh?" He'd said in a low tone.

"Proves I'm still alive, doesn't it?" You responded, a strange sort of calm flooding you at his reaction. You tried to lower your wrist, but Johnny caught it with his free hand.

He removed the blade from your neck, then brought it to your wrist, making a quick, shallow cut. He then brought the blade to his wrist and made an identical cut. Finally, he brought his wrist to yours and pressed the cuts together, mingling your blood with his.

"Blood oath. If you break my trust, I'll know."

You nodded, adrenaline lighting up every inch of your body, especially the cut.

"Oh, and," his eyes narrowed, and he reached a gloved hand down, cupping you through your shorts, "this pussy is mine. If I hear you slept with another man, I'll kill you both myself."

Once again, you nodded, and watched entranced as he brought your wrist to his lips and licked it, humming contentedly at the back of his throat.

"Let's see how long you can last, sugar."

—

Now, you and Sissy sat on the couch, watching the only TV channel available when Johnny kicked the front door open. He had a screaming young woman thrown over his shoulder, pounding his back with her fists.

Johnny locked eyes with you, wearing that same predatory smile he often had. Ever since you'd shown an aptitude for luring people back home for slaughter, you and Johnny had become quite competitive. It didn't take long for him to recognize that you had fully assimilated into the family, and he'd allowed you to hunt on your own.

This month, Johnny had been far more successful than you – three kills to your zero. His cockiness was becoming unbearable, and that smug look on his face stirred up a now-familiar ache in your gut.

You let out a sigh, rolling your eyes and crossing your arms as you turned away from Johnny, sinking deeper into the couch. Sissy looked at you and shook her head as Johnny slammed the door to the basement behind him.

"How you feelin', girly?" Sissy asked, patting your forearm.

You shrugged. "I don't like it when he does better than I do at bringing people home."

Sissy stroked your arm as she leaned closer. "Hon, I don't think that's your problem." She smiled, revealing her tooth gap as she caught your eye. "You wishin' Johnny was the type to settle down, hm?"

Your eyes widened, and you shook your head. "No!" You responded a little too quickly. "I just... I wish he wouldn't sleep with them," you added in a low whisper.

"Well, don't you sleep with those guys you bring home sometimes?" Sissy asked with genuine curiosity.

"No, I..." The oath you made to Johnny flashed in your mind. "I don't."

Sissy giggled. "I'll get grandpa to bed and take Bubba out tonight. Sounds like you and Johnny need to talk."

–

You remained on the couch until the door to the basement clanged open. Johnny had been down there for a while, and by this point, your jealousy had you seeing red. You stood up from the couch and turned to face Johnny in the narrow hallway by the stairs. He wiped his blade off on his bloody shirt and locked eyes with you.

"We need to talk."

"Yeah, you haven't been pullin' nearly as many people as I have. Losin' your touch, sugar?" He taunted, leaning against the staircase and toying with his knife.

You put your hands on your hips. "Some months I got more than you did!"

"Yeah, like that month you brought in those slimy truckers. I couldn't even stomach their rancid, fatty meat." He spat in the corner by the door. "But it figures. You have lower standards than I do."

"'Cause I'm not sleeping with them!" You yelled, your fists trembling at your side.

Johnny's smile grew so wide it reminded you of a great white shark.

"Jealous?" He purred.

Your face heated, and you sputtered. "No, I fucking hate your guts, you piece of shit! Why would I be jealous?"

He pushed off the staircase and approached you slowly, a dangerous sway to his step.

"Needin' some attention? Has mean ole Johnny been denying you?" His tone was sickeningly sweet as he stopped in front of you, making your rage feel small and insignificant in his overwhelming presence.

It was true. When you were first brought home, Johnny had fucked you and only you daily for two straight months. He was the only thing you ever looked forward to in this hellhole, but in the last few months, Johnny had been using you less and less.

And you couldn't deny the anger that swirled in your gut whenever he brought a girl home. You knew how he was; you remembered how he'd hooked you that first night, and some of those girls he brought home had that same cock-drunk look in their eyes, some even willingly descending into the basement before realizing their fate.

It ate you up inside. Johnny had sworn you to him, but he took whoever he pleased, and the jealousy was making you more irritable than usual. You probably would have brought at least two men home this past month if it weren't for your overly-aggressive demeanor scaring them off.

But you couldn't help yourself. When you got horny, you were straightforward about it. Johnny had gotten you used to being with him, and without him to satisfy your urges, you were becoming more unhinged.

So now that Johnny was inches from you, admitting he was neglecting your needs with that cocky grin on his face, you couldn't believe the surge of desire that coursed through you. You hated how your body reacted, despised the urge to close the gap between your bodies, and grab him by his slicked-back hair, mashing your lips onto his. Damn it.

Johnny leaned even closer, whispering against your ear. "I can smell your cunt, you little slut."

Your face flushed deep red, and you pushed Johnny away as hard as you could. He took two staggered steps back, which gave you an odd sense of satisfaction.

That was until his predatory eyes narrowed, sending a shiver down your spine. He closed the distance between you two in one stride and crashed his lips against yours. You stumbled against the wall, cracking the drywall under the force of his kiss. Johnny couldn't care less.

His hands found your shorts, practically tearing them off your body to plunge his thick fingers into your needy core. You gasped and blushed harder as you heard the sound of your wetness squelching around his digits.

"You fucking brat," he growled low in his throat, biting your lip. You whimpered in response as he withdrew from you, bringing his fingers to your lips. You parted them, sucking yourself off him greedily, your eyelids fluttering shut.

When he removed his fingers, he harshly grabbed your chin, forcing you to meet his eyes. "You've been a real bitch lately. Are you in heat or something?" He asked mockingly.

"Shut up, Johnny," you panted.

He ignored you entirely, turning your chin from side to side. "You need fucked, don't cha?" A slow grin formed on his handsome face. "Beg me for it."

Blood flooded to your core at his words, but you tore your chin from his grip. The words 'I'd rather die' welled up in your throat, but you realized Johnny might take you up on that offer, so instead, you glared at him.

"I'm waiting, darlin'," he drawled.

Your eyes unwillingly traversed his body, and you thought about how good that muscular form under his bloodied clothes felt against you. The thirst was truly getting to you, and he looked like a tall glass of red-tinted water.

Shame flooded you, and you squeezed your eyes shut. "Please, Johnny," you mumbled.

"What's that, doll? Please, what?" He asked, looking entirely too satisfied with himself.

You gave him a spiteful look, hoping that your hate might set him on fire. "Please, fuck me," you said through gritted teeth.

"Ahh, there's my little kitten. You'll need to do something for me first, though," he said.

"Oh, come on!" You spat. "What could you need from me that you don't already get from your sluts? I'm the one who isn't getting any!"

Johnny couldn't have looked more pleased. "Jealous AND possessive. How pathetic."

Your anger grew white-hot, and you slapped him. Hard.

The instant your hand made contact with his chiseled jaw, you knew you'd made a grave mistake. His eyes narrowed to slits, and he slammed you against the wall by the throat. You felt his blade against your collarbone, digging in, rivulets of blood rapidly staining your shirt.

"I'm sorry!" You squeaked out from between already-bruised lips, memories of the first time you'd begged for your life flooding your senses. He tightened his grip.

"Remember who you owe your life to, dollface," he snarled, pressing the knife deeper. "I like that bitchy mouth of yours, but if you ever try to hit me again, I'll end you. Understand?"

You nodded as tears ran down your cheeks, unable to muster more than the tiniest of breaths. Yet, even as your life balanced on a knife's edge, your desire dripped down your thighs.

Johnny loved a fight, but when he fought, he always had to win. In Johnny's mind, the only true victory was taking his opponent's life. His demand meant he didn't want to kill you, you realized. He was holding himself back because... some part of him wanted you around.

Johnny's eyes moved from yours to your cheeks where tears formed salty streams that raced down to your chin, slipping down your neck and pooling against his grip.

You always knew Johnny loved tears; be they from fear or ecstasy. As light began to prick at the corners of your vision, you wondered if you'd pushed him too far.

All at once, he released you, and you fell to your knees, choking on air.

"Suck my fucking cock," he commanded. He gave you next to no time to recover before his thick length was in your face, stiff and upward-curved.

Your throat was already aching, and you could barely breathe, but you complied, taking his flushed tip into your warm mouth.

His cock was salty and musky, and your envy flared. Johnny was never yours, was never going to be yours, but you had grown to crave him, and the fact you were likely tasting another woman on his cock made you livid.

There was no woman in the world who wanted to please him more than you did, and you were going to show him that he needed you at least half as badly as you needed him.

You poured all your hate, anger, and devotion to him into sucking his cock. Johnny was a narcissist through and through, and for some fucking reason, you reveled in it. The higher you put him, the higher he brought you with him, and the harder you fell when he spurned you.

Tears continued to pour down your cheeks as you forced yourself to deep-throat all of him. He let out a delicious groan. "Fuck yeah baby, take it!"

You gagged and sputtered, saliva gushing from your lips when he grabbed the sides of your head and pulled you as far as you possibly could go. He held you there, choking on spit and pre-cum, until you couldn't take it anymore and pushed off his muscular thighs, stumbling backward onto your ass.

Johnny took this as an open invitation. He knelt down in front of you and grabbed your knees, pushing them apart and slotting himself between them.

"You need this cock, don't you?" He said, using one hand to tease your clit with the slick head.

"I need it," you respond, your voice raspy.

Johnny grinned wickedly before he plunged into you, making your back arch off the floor and your legs tremble.

"Knew you were too proud to ask me on your own," he said as he gripped your hair and thrust so deeply into you that you saw stars, "so I wanted to see how long you could hold out. After all, it ain't like I wasn't getting any."

Jealousy bubbled up yet again from your core, and turned those stars in your eyes green. You needed him to know those sluts had nothing on you. They weren't form-fitted to his cock, they weren't so rabidly in…

Your mind drew a blank. In love?

No! You hate Johnny. He's your captor. Your judge, jury, and executioner.

You love him?

You really were pathetic. Tears bloomed in your eyes again, and as Johnny sunk his teeth into your already-bleeding collarbone, you sobbed out loud.

He ground his hips against yours, his cock completely filling you. "There's my girl," he rumbled against your bloody skin. You practically melted. His girl. His. But he wasn't yours. Even though the two of you were clearly sexually compatible, and you couldn't do much more in his personal life for him than you already were, he still remained out of reach.

Then, it hit you.

"Cum inside me, Johnny," you begged.

His harsh thrusts slowed. "What?" He pulled back and looked down at your tear-swollen eyes gazing back up at him so desperately. "You're joking."

You shook your head.

"Then you're a fucking idiot," he muttered, returning his attention to your neck and rocking his hips so that you felt him at every angle.

"No, I'm not!" You protested, and you felt his smirk against your neck before he gripped your hips and pulled you closer.

"You are, but I'll humor you. Why?"

He wasn't moving, he was just holding you impossibly close, planting small, bruising bites up and down your neck. You felt every inch of him viscerally, and lust clouded your mind as you struggled to articulate your thoughts.

"I- I want-" you moaned, writhing in his grasp.

"Speak up, sugar," he chided, digging his fingernails into your hips.

Fuck. Your vision was spinning, and you let your head fall back and hit the hardwood floor. Johnny didn't allow you to rest long; he took one powerful hand and gripped the back of your hair, pulling you to face him.

"I already know, so why don't ya just admit it?" He whispered, his lips inches from yours.

Your eyelids fluttered shut, and you squeezed your thighs around his hips. "I want your baby, alright?" You admitted, humiliation mixing ice with the fire in your core.

"Honey, there've been more women than you who've wanted that. What makes you think you're so special?"

Shame and desire in equal measure painted your cheeks, but you finally knew what to say.

"I'm the only one you kept."

He hummed against your pulse point. "You already kinda act like a mama; cleaning the house and makin' my favorites for dinner." Johnny's lips, which had traced a path along your neck, paused for a moment. He lifted his head slightly, his dark eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that made your heart race. "But I thought you hated me."

"Hate you so much it reached the end and flipped to the other side, I guess," you conceded.

Johnny rewarded you by slowly resuming his thrusts, giving you the cock you craved so primally. "I hate you too, baby. I hate how every damn thing you do drives me crazy, how you make me lose control then force me to keep you safe from me."

He leaned close, fire burning in his gaze. "I hate that I can't kill you 'cause I can't imagine my life without you in it."

In that moment, as your lips met again, it was a collision of contradictions—the fierce passion that had grown in the midst of hate and chaos.

Johnny was on a mission now, and you felt it in every fiber of your being. He sat up on his knees and pulled you into his lap without breaking the kiss, pistoning his cock so deeply you felt the head bruising your cervix.

But you didn't care, you reveled in the pain. Johnny was claiming you, finally. All those women, and none had him like this—breeding them like the bitch in heat that you were. You moaned so loud Johnny broke the kiss with a cruel laugh.

"You hopeless little slut," he chided as he moved one hand to your back and bent toward your chest. He licked at the still fresh blood before reaching your nipple, rolling it between his teeth and sending shockwaves through you.

You gripped his shoulders and rode him harder. A low groan escaped his lips, and you felt his length somehow become even more hard before a warmth spread through your core as his cum shot deep inside you. The sensation was too much to bear and you came as well, holding onto him for dear life as you rode out your orgasms together.

When he was done, he laid you back down on the floor and stood, leaning against the wall and gazing down at you, the girl he'd chosen to claim entirely.

You laid spread-eagle on the floor, your chest caked in blood, wanting to meet his eyes but unable to move as his precious cum seeped from your abused pussy.

"Get used to this," Johnny said, as he grabbed a cigarette from his pants pocket and lit up, "you want my baby, you're gonna get it."

#johnny slaughter #tcm smut #johnny slaughter x reader #johnny sawyer x reader #texas chainsaw game #tcm

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callsigns-haze · 6 months

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Pairing: Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x Y/n 'Haze' Mitchell

Word count: 2.1k

Summary: Y/N and Jake don't hate each other as much anymore…maybe it's time for a date......

Based of the song: Lavender Haze by Taylor Swift

Warnings: Fluff, idk maybe cursing, sexual theme

Part 1 / Part 2/ Part 3

THIS IS NOT PROOF READ SO A LOT OF SPELLING MISTAKES!

I used the script for the Rookie phone call for the call!

Work.

You hated it. Especially if you've been here since 4 in the morning and it's only getting started.

The days till you have to put in the reports on the daggers were coming closer each minute.

It was torture. You didn't mind the whole flying part of your job; you loved it over the moon but the paperwork. Not just any ordinary paperwork. Jake's.

What were you supposed to write. That he's an arrogant, cocky, handsome devil that you'd let him fuck you into next month's Sunday. Yeah, that's definitely off the table.

You haven't seen him since the teasing game of pool and the watch. His watch. It lies on your nightstand. Every single morning you wake up and check the time on his watch.

You have a phone right beside you. Two centimeters away from your hand but because it's his… That's why you use it.

Days like this are slow. Probably the slowest in existence. You're buried in piles of paperwork and files.

Right now you're working on Paybacks. His abilities are top notch and his biggest priority besides the mission's aim is to get his WSO home, to him that's more important than himself.

You're about to fall asleep while there's a loud but sudden knock on the office door.

"It's open," you say waked, straightening your uniform quickly and elegantly sitting back into the chair.

"Well hello, angel," that Texan accent you could recognize from miles away. In his voice there's still some of that morning rasp. It's only quarter to 9 but for you it's like 6 in the evening.

"Hangman," you say closing over the opened file book and leaning further back into the black leather chair as Jake takes a seat in one of two empty chairs at the other side of the table.

"You say that with such disappointment and disgrace, I seen the way your eyes lit up when my presence entered," he smirks, his tone is more smooth now, more awake, happy, illuminated.

"I'd be happy if a rodent came in here at this point, but I see that one just entered," you smirk.

"Oh you little bitch, daddy thought you no manners?" He says cocking his head to the side, that smirk of his own coming onto his face.

"I'm working on your file right now, Bagman. Wanna call me a bitch again?" You say getting up, placing the file book onto a shelf and bring a stack of papers with it.

"You know I mean a bitch as a good thing, right? Like a compliment!" Ridiculous that's what he is and you can't help but smile at this. He never changed and never will. He's a Seresin after all.

"Nice try. Now what do you need?"

"You."

"What?" You squeak out, turning around from the shelf to see the crossed legged devil himself looking up at you.

He gets up which causes you to take a step back, your back hitting off the shelf making yourself cornered as he moves forward and holds out his arm onto the side of the shelf and leans into you.

"Since you're about to end our little check-in and might move to another station, I wanna take you on a date," he says, those green eyes in line with yours, height difference non existing to him.

He caught you wayyyyyyyyyyy of guard. Jakob Thomas " Hangman " Seresin the second just asked you out and you're too stunned to answer.

Wow. You weren't expecting this, today or even ever.

"Shit, sorry if I came on too strong there. I had a while entire plan and everything but I just haven't been able to spend time with you for so long and in always wanted to take you out bu-" you cut him off with placing your finger on his lip making him look down at you but all you do is smile.

He gently grabs your wrist and removes your finger if those delicate, rosy lips of his and he continues.

"It's just ever since I saw your dad at the Hard Deck, for some reason I thought you'd be with him. I know that's ridiculous, your not a child anymore but I just wanted to see you again, talk maybe, I don't know," he says which makes you beam even more.

He just told you that you were on his mind after all this time. Even before you came back to top gun. You were on his mind. Now that's just pure wow.

"If you really wanted to talk with me so bad, you could've asked my dad for my new number," you place your hand on his cheek, the heat of your palm against those calmed features feels right.

"I know but I wanted to see you in person," he admits, leaning in forward, distance barely exists anymore. You can feel his breath against you and those lips were so close. With just a lean they could be against yours.

"Well cowboy, take me out on your date then."

"Free tonight?"

"Tonight"

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"So..." Javy wiggled his eyebrows. "Tonight's the big date night, right? Are you hyped?"

"Yeah." He tried to say it confidently but the crack in his voice sold him out. He sighed and slouched his shoulders. "I'm nervous."

"Why? It's not like you guys haven't gone out before."

"It's not the date I'm nervous about..." he admitted. "It's what could happen when we get back."

"Oh?" Javy responded with a suggestive tone and an eyebrow raised. "Since when is that something you worry about? I know it's been a while but we were roommates at one point. I'm well aware that you have plenty of experience. And it's not like you've never done it with her before."

"Jesus Javy"

"Well then my advice would just be to go for it and whatever happens, happens. I'm sure it's been a while for her too. She's probably just as nervous. Just enjoy each other; you guys have been waiting too long for this just to let some dumb nerves get in the way."

"I guess you're right," Jake sighed.

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You dug up half your wardrobe not finding anything to wear. Every outfit just doesn't seem right. With another sigh you keep digging through more clothes as your phone rings.

"Hi. I'm almost there."

"No. No... No, you're not."

"No, I'm not. Sorry. Um, are you?"

"No! Uh... Does this restaurant have a dress code?"

"Uh... no. I mean, you could wear cargo shorts if you wanted."

"Really?"

"Yeah. I mean, what does it matter, as long as you're comfortable?"

"Nice try. That was clearly a test. ( Laughs ) And you should know better than to test the master."

( Scoffs ) "What are you wearing?"

"Yeah, um, I don't know yet, but I do have a lot of outfits that I am not going to wear, so... Well, we are running low on time."

"Traffic's getting ugly."

"Yeah, totally. I... It's silly. I just need to make a decision..... Uh, yes. The green dress. It is decided."

"Great. Well, I-I'll see you soon."

"Okay. Bye."

'No. Oh, my God.' definitely not the green dress.

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"You look beautiful," he says as you both are enjoying your meals. He looks handsome, with the hair slipped back and white t-shirt.

"And you look equally as handsome," you say taking a sip of the red wine you were served. The professional man is gone and instead it is the eyes of one who loves deeply. If it were anyone else you would drop your gaze, but with him you're drawn in closer, always wanting more. Then he says the words you need to hear, "We're ok, you and me. Okay?" You just nod, taking in every moment for your memory, knowing it is the medication you need to survive the next few days. In all the world there isn't another like him, or you for that matter; you are two souls who feel like once upon another reality we were soul mates, eternal flames. "Why did it take you so long to ask me out?" you ask, catching him way off guard.

"What?" He did not expect you to ask that, not now not ever. He's shocked that you did ask about it.

"Oh Jakob, from the moment I walked into the hard deck I knew that you wanted to fuck me."

"I did not." He held his hands up to his chest like a sign of fake offence.

"You sure did!"

"Haze, I did not." He says moving closer to you in the booth you sit in and the distance between the two of nearly doesn't exist. "Well I think you definitely did," you say as you feel his breath on you and still continue to annoy him.

You're trying to be indifferent. It doesn't do to let someone with an ego like his know how much power he has. You don't lean in, don't make it easy or seem too keen. Then he brushes your hair back from your shoulder and moves in so close you can feel his lean body pressed up against you. You feel his warmth and already your mind has placed your lips together.

But instead he leans in to caress your neck, slow and gentle. He's making you wait and you can hardly bare it. You want his lips now, you want his kisses. Then he cups your face in his hands and gives you what he knows you want.

His kiss is not at all the same as those movie stars, but one steeped in a passion that ignites. It is the promise of realness, of the primal desire that lives in us all. And with it he tells me that he is awake, connected within, that he embraces himself rather than hide as a copy of those romantic idols.

"That was wow," you say subconsciously as he smirks, putting a loose strand of hair behind your ear. He's such a gentleman and he's doing everything to make you fall for him more.

"It sure was," he says smirking leaning in for another kiss but your phone ringing interrupts.

"It's nothing." You say looking down at your phone as he takes his hand off your cheek.

"You sure?" he ask with a look that tells you he doesn't mind if you answer or not. He always didn't mind things like this, he always approved.

"I'm sure," you say leaning in kissing him again. You both forget the people around you, each consumed in the other. A small smile spreads over his lips and his face comes closer to yours slowly. His nose nudges yours gently making you giggle and his smile widens before he finally presses his lips to yours tenderly. His hands hold you close, your chests pressing together and keeping you warm as he kisses you slowly and tenderly, wanting to savor the moment.

"I'll get the bill and we'll leave," he says, feeling like the two of you are done in the restaurant for the night.

"Nah-ah, I'm paying," you say reaching into your wallet but he gently grabs your wrist.

"I wouldn't be a gentlemen if I let you pay," he says lifting your gaze and smirks.

"Jake, you're forgetting I know you. You're far from a gentlemen. And I never let people pay for me on the first date," you say getting up and getting out of the booth the two of you sat in.

"What about on the second date?" He asks cheekily.

"Who said anything about a second date?" You answer sheepishly.

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"You know I loved tonight," you say as the two of you stand in front of your apartment.

"I loved tonight to," He says smiling down on you.

"Jake..."

"Mhhmmmm?"

"I'm so sorry for all the pain I've caused you. You probably don't want to talk about it, but...After that night with everything going on, I felt so dead in the inside because I knew already how bad I hurt you. I didn't expect for you to forgive me and I guess I felt even worse when you did. I blamed everyone and everything, but myself and for that I'm truly sorry. I wont ever in life do it again. I also know that my promises haven't been very credible, but if I ever hurt you like this again-I want you to never come back to me, okay?" you asks, he bending down to kiss your forehead. He nod his head. He couldn't help, but feel touched by this. You finally opened up to that night. He finally got a look into your head.

"Angel, whatever happens in between us, I'm never letting you go again okay."

"Okay..."

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anonymergremlin · 6 months

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Jealous for the first time

Really smol one shot for this series. I… don't like it too much, but hey. it was approved by a fellow LoP, so here you go.

WARNING: Certain profanity & slight mention of sexual acts

"Our part of the deal is done," they said, tapping the ground with the heels of their boots. "We have cleared the southern area of the puppets, as we agreed. The north area is yours and yours alone". There was a serious, almost impolite tone in their voices. [Name] has never been fond of working with other Stalkers, and especially not with his group. A guy with a gryphon mask on his head and a huge zweihander on his back, the leader of a group of stalkers who thought very highly of themselves. "Oh, are you already leaving us, [stalker name]? But it was so nice to see you again. I was just wondering... didn't you once say you don't like working with others?", he asked in a taunting voice before he turned his head towards P, who was standing slightly away. "But here you are with a little puppet boy following you." "He's NOT a little boy." [Name] furrowed his brows and snarled at the stalker. P had been keeping an eye on them the whole time. At first, he couldn't understand why his beloved [Name] didn't want to join the others in cleansing the area of the puppets to make it easier for them to move on. But now he was beginning to understand what [Name] was feeling. P really didn't like the way the man acted. "Oh, isn't he? I guess you just like... the pretty type of man? Listen, you could do better. My group and I have all the resources we need to continue our work and still have a decent life. Not to mention the respect and honour we receive," he added with a slight grin hidden by his mask, "I could also demonstrate to you what a true man is. One who could probably do a much better job than that little... boy toy of yours." The man reached out his hand and grabbed [Name]'s wrist tightly, pulling them closer to his body, too close.

His words were loud enough to reach P's ears, to cause the springs in his body to work faster. He couldn't understand all of his words, nor the meanings behind them, but the entire situation made him feel uneasy. In fact it made him angry, or so he thought. Or is there a different name for it? Without any hesitation, he stepped forward, a hand touching the stalker's shoulder before shoving him away from [Name]. [Name] glanced over in surprise before quickly grabbing P's Legion arm. "Hey hey, love. I'm fine." "Shit, I guess your toy isn't just for show," the man muttered in response to the puppet man's actions. "I suppose he's easy to handle like this. You can tell him what to do... sounds pretty good to me, doesn't it? You get to have your own little fu-...", before he could continue to insult him, a fist crashed into his face. The force of the blow sent him falling backwards. Much to his surprise, it wasn't the puppet that had punched him, it was them. [Name].

"Don't you dare say that. I swear, one more word and I will make it clear what I think about you and your group'," they yelled at him, grabbing P's hand and walking away.

As they walked away, [Name] started to talk with P. "You know, love... you looked pretty handsome protecting me like this," [Name] mentioned with a cheeky smile before it turned gentle. "Please... don't worry. No one could ever be your replacement. No one will ever be able to be what you are to me."

#lies of p #lies of p x reader #p x reader #inventor!stalker!reader #slightly inspired by the ingame lore dude who married his puppet #you are my idol #also damn I want to kick that gryphon stalker in the face

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rikisakai · 6 months

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THE SINGER'S BASSIST.

content bassist ! riki x vocalist ! oc, featuring guitarist ! jungwon and drummer ! sunghoon, he fell first and harder, it has always been you warnings profanity, assumed dirty implication sypnosis when the annoying bandmate that has always hated her suddenly starts to act strange around the vocalist of the band. wc 3.4k words

part one.

THE SINGER'S BASSIST.

"Sorry, I sang the wrong note. Let's try that part again," I say, biting my lip while I think about how dry my throat feels. Not only did I sing off pitch, but my voice nearly cracked.

"We've been having trouble crossing this part without problems, Zee. If we can't do it during the concert, how do you think we're going to manage?" The guitarist, Jungwon, says to me. He isn't trying to be mean, but it gets to me.

I take a deeper breath than intended. "Yes, I need to focus. I have no idea what's going on with me." Normally, there are no problems with my voice when I am singing this high.

"You need to practice and consider that the fans paid to watch us. Live up to their standards." Sunghoon, our drummer, is always the one who is able to make me improve.

The bassist to my side is awfully quiet. Perhaps he is bathing in the contentment he feels knowing I struggle. All I know is that he has been staring at me. The whole day—every day, actually. He always stares, likely waiting for me to mess up so he can laugh in secret.

Because he always laughs in secret, I know he does. Never to my face, like the coward he is, but always when I am not looking.

I do my best to not look at him at all, to give him none of my attention, none at all, but then I peek just one glance at him.

He's looking me right in my eyes, grinning evilly once I meet his, raising his eyebrows in challenge. What an asshole. How I despise him and his pretty face.

Ni-ki. The boy that hates me and, unfortunately, has a very, very pretty face. It makes it even harder to not look at him.

"Yeah, Zeve. Practice," he whispers wickedly, and those beautiful features of his turn into the devil's son's right in front of my eyes. Fucking bitch. He grabs for my wrist, but I swat it away, stepping away from him.

I remember times when I have barely known him, when I desired him and his touch, perhaps even loved it. Back when he didn't hate me for a reason I can't figure out to this day.

My nails dig into my fists, and I say nothing, knowing what he hates the most is when his words don't get to me—when I ignore them.

Once again, I take a deep breath. Then I start right over.

A DAY LATER, THURSDAY.

Being a university student and in a band at the same time turned out to be more stressful than I would have ever imagined. That is only due to the popularity we gained, though. We wouldn't push ourselves to this extent if there was no one who wanted to listen and cheer for us anyway.

Over the last year, ENHYPHEN has become huge. It all started with a song that I uploaded and that was only supposed to be out there for the fans, with no promotion, but went viral. People continued to listen until they found out we were an actual band.

And that's how it all started.

Now, we are having a concert that is happening in a few weeks, and I feel as though I am going to put on a disappointing performance.

If only I—

"My god, this girl is still asleep. Wake the hell up!"

I jolt in surprise, a frown on my face. I don't even need to guess who just interrupted my slumber. "I'm awake, asshole." Sending him my worst glare, I stretch my arms out, not helping my claim in any way.

"Thank fuck, I guess. You need to help me. Now." He way he says it makes it sound like an emergency. As if I would ever even help him. Especially if he just woke me up.

He stands and walks over to my side of the table, heavy with books borrowed from this library, grabbing my chin firmly and sitting down next to me. Lifting it up, he watches my eyes, appearing to forget what he was about to say, then remembering again. "You need to ... assist me with the work, yes?"

When I don't answer him, attempting to fully waken, his eyes go to my mouth, just for that one moment, then gone.

"Well, you certainly have a way to get people to do your stuff. Unfortunately for you, I can't help you with that." And then, I put my head down on the table again—or try, because my cheek meets his hand. How come I didn't realize how close he got? Either way, his hand is warm. My sleepy mind will not let me move, forgetting all about the guy I am trying to take a nap on.

"Zeve, I will force you if I have to. Don't make me. You hate it when I do."

I move my head, lips meeting his soft skin, sliding them across the back of his hand. Ni-ki moves as though a shudder has just gone through him. "Zeve."

Feeling his hand on my cheek, I give in and sit back in my chair. His ears are red, and I cannot tell if they were when he last made me look into his eyes. "What's with your ears?" I blurt out.

"What?" he nearly yells, getting up from his seat and bringing a hand to his left ear. Then, he grabs his beanie and pulls it over his head, covering the entirety of his ears.

I blink. "Okay," I whisper, confused.

"Anyway," he clears his throat, "let's get started now, shall we?" Ni-ki gains his composure and is looking at me exactly as he always does. Like he's challenging me. Messing with me. But just a moment ago, he seemed so flustered. And not just by anyone. By ... me.

A WEEK LATER, FRIDAY.

"We did well today, you guys. Sleep over, and tomorrow we'll practice harder than we did the past four hours. Let's give ourselves a break." Sunghoon is right, we should probably stop working without end. We deserve some time for just our band. To bond like people usually do, not through tirelessly practicing songs.

But Hoon's soundproof room in his house has been my favorite place ever since we started playing here. Before that, it had been my garage, and before that, Ni-ki's backyard, in which we could never be too loud because the neighbors would be complaining about the kids playing their music too loud.

When I turn, I notice half of my water bottle empty. I cannot remember drinking it all. How weird, I think. But then I steal a glance at the smirking boy beside me and feel like stabbing him.

"Don't drink my water, you disgusting shit! I don't want to have all your bacteria in my mouth!"

He raises his brow, looking at me funnily. "You're saying that, but secretly, you wish I put all of my bacteria down your—"

"Shut the hell up! Don't say that. Ever. Again. You little shit. Gross," I reply dramatically, a deep frown on my face. Ni-ki grins at me, his fingers going to my jaw, pouting as though he might actually be sad.

"Aww. Don't want me to kiss you? Scared you'll like it?" When he whispers that, one part of me wants to hit him, tell him that never, ever, would I let him. The other wants to surprise him, putting my lips on his, just so he'll have to live knowing he actually craves kissing me. Because I will make him crave it. And I will be in peace, knowing I do not feel the same.

"You wish," I only answer bitterly, knowing my ego is too big to kiss him first to begin with.

"Alright, you two, now that it's all solved, can we order food?" Jungwon asks, and for a second, I forgot me and Ni-ki were not alone.

He seems to have, too, turning his head in a surprised manner, showing me a perfect view of his side profile. Or, more so, of his ears—a glowing red.

"Please, I'm so fucking hungry," I hear Sunghoon say, grabbing his phone and mumbling about whether he wants pizza or sushi, but I drown it out.

Instead, I go to my room—which is not actually mine, officially, but is the one I always sleep in—and decide to change out of my tight clothes.

Roaming through the closet, I have a big, comfortable shirt in front of my eyes that I have never seen nor worn, with my black shorts that barely cover my thighs, but I often wear. I have never felt uncomfortable about revealing stuff to any of them, not even Ni-ki. They're like my family, like my brothers.

Well, except Ni-ki. Not him, the damn—

There! Shrieking with triumph, I grab out a white shirt, rather a jersey, and put it over my head in an instant. It's so soft, perfect to sleep in. I take a note to thank Sunghoon for having bought this (even if it was for him, not me) once I'm ready for Ni-ki to interrupt me when I do start talking.

With a smile, I trot into the living room, walking to the boys who are split on the couch and at the table. Ni-ki looks at me first. His eyes widen at the sight of me. What's wrong with him? I thought he didn't mind when my legs showed?

But his gaze is not on my legs. It is locked on my shirt. On the jersey.

Am I wearing the number of his least favorite soccer player or something? I turn to the mirror in the hall, perfectly visible from where I am standing, and realize.

Riki

Not his least favorite. Mine, rather.

Fuck.

"That's my jersey you're wearing, Zee." His voice surprises me. He isn't seeming to be messing with me. Right now, he seems rather shocked.

I ignore the fact that he just called me by my nickname, Zee, which he has almost never done before. Perhaps that is because we've always lacked the friendship aspect in our relationship, one way or another, but then I don't see why he is calling me that now.

"No shit." My hands to go my hips, thinking about what to do next. Neither Jungwon nor Sunghoon say anything, but I don't miss how they laugh when they catch each other looking at Ni-ki's face.

It's not hard to miss, considering how loud they are in unison.

"Uh, well, I'm gonna—"

"Keep it on. Don't stress over it. You can keep the shirt. I don't need it anyways," he says, the way he's looking at me so different from usually. Ni-ki sends them his worst glare, and I think I might be dreaming.

Now that I think about it, I have never seen him angry or annoyed. Ever. He isn't even in this moment, but it is the closest thing I will get to it. Which I am grateful for.

If I didn't know better, I'd think he wanted me to keep the shirt. His shirt. That if he needed it, he'd still give it to me.

Then it's good that I know he's not romantic. At all. Not in the least. Most of all, not with me. Why would he be? He hates me. He can't stand me. He never could.

He hates you, my mind tells me when I sit on the couch next to him. Don't forget that.

He hates you, I look to him, just once, actually smiling at his red cheeks. And you hate him too.

He hates you, even when he puts a hand on your thigh, caressing it like he might just like you.

My face heats up, and I think about how much I despise anyone having an effect on me. When the bell rings shortly later though, it is what saves me.

In my bed, my eyes are wide open. If I was asked why I am awake now, my mouth would hang open, searching for an answer in my head.

For a lie.

Why are you awake? I can't sleep.

Why are you awake? I don't know.

Why are you awake? I have no idea why I am.

Why are you awake? I am thinking about a boy.

"What boy?"

Jumping in my seat, I turn the chair to face the door. Ni-ki. He's here. Sitting on my bed. Meaning he has been here for at least 20 seconds. Which is about the timespan of all the answers I just gave.

His beautiful face is neutral, curious, but also knowing. Awaiting my answer, so patiently.

I will not give him the satisfaction of telling him that he has managed to get through to me, with ... absolutely nothing. He has done basically nothing, and I am already here, thinking about him as though I'm some sixteen year old girl.

This is all his fault. His flustered face and the thought of kissing him made me like this. The thought he put in my head to begin with.

"I ... I can't tell you."

Face stoic, he stands and walks toward me, determination engraved on his features. "Can't tell me?" he repeats, and weakly, I shake my head.

He kneels in front of me, never looking away from my face, making my heart swell and ache from how pretty he is. It feels good to acknowledge without fighting it. I cannot move from my bed. It feels as though he froze all my movements.

"Hmm. And what can't you tell me?" he asks again, but this time, he drives his hand under my blanket but over my clothes, on my stomach, then my waist, my thigh, driving his fingers across my body, featherlight touches all over my skin, making me feel dizzy.

"The answer to your question," I clench my teeth together.

"And why is that?" He explores my shoulders, my throat, my neck now, the sensation unbearable—I want to have my hands on him, too. Want to feel his body just like this.

"Because I don't want to admit how much I do like you."

The words hang in the air. The touch freezing, and I see a cautious thought behind his eyes. When those beautiful eyes meet mine, I've never wanted to kiss him more.

"Riki," I whisper, putting my hands on his shoulder and neck.

His eyes widen, just slightly. Similarly to how I have barely heard him call me Zee, I have never used the name Riki for him. In his presence. To him. Ever. I can't, for the life of me, remember how I went without calling him by his real name.

His hand covers my own on his shoulder, and when he leads me to sit on my bed next to him, I follow.

Putting both of his hands on my face, he searches my eyes for something. Wheels turn in my head as I ask myself what he could be looking for. My mind can't give me a single reason as to why this could possibly be unusual.

A big smile finds his lips when he looks down, at the shirt that belongs to him, on my body. "It suits you. You should wear my name more often."

"Why ..." I start, and hate myself for the whiny tone of my voice, "why are you like this so suddenly? You've never liked me." My statement makes the corners of his mouth curl up.

"Oh, my poor Zee. You have no idea how wrong you are." He lets go of me, but leans in so close that his nose touches mine, that his red cheeks nearly come in contact with my own.

"Do you even want to know for how long I've liked you? Would that be something you would be interested in hearing—you know, since you don't care about me at all," he mocks, eyebrows raised.

"How can you lie to me like this? And you would think it is the most obvious thing in the entire world that you have always only wanted to bring me down and to make fun of me and my mistakes and never even think to—"

Quite odd how fast things can change when you don't know what's happening.

Just one moment ago, I was angry at him, mad that he would use me like that, that he would so blandly tell those lies right into my face, and the next, his mouth presses hard against mine.

The breath is knocked out of my lungs. For a quick moment, I don't do anything but feel his lips move against mine, firm but soft. In the next, I have my hand on his chest and kiss him back.

He sighs, and I smile against his lips, feeling more satisfied every second and so, so different from just a few moments ago, when I was angry at him. Dizziness slowly clouds my mind. I've known him for years, yet I have never seen him kiss a girl, nor known if he's ever had a girlfriend, therefore it comes as a surprise that he can kiss the way he can.

Even if he would want me to, perhaps if it would even give him reassurance and would surely make him happy, I will never admit how much I like kissing him. But when you find out new things about yourself that you do enjoy doing, sometimes you wonder how you went that long without having done it, that certain thing.

He comes closer, puts one of my legs between his and the other to his right one, brushes a strand out of my face that touches his own, and I have no idea how he makes it feel like we have always been doing this.

Pulling away, he grins at me, looking to my eyes and then down to my lips, smiling wider when he meets my gaze again.

"I have liked you ever since we first met," he interrupts my train of thought, confessing his secret. Shocked beyond thought, I don't respond, I only stare at him, his red, swollen lips.

"If you knew how long I've spent thinking about this, what it would be like. So long to imagine all the different ways I could feel, and still, it can't compare."

My cheeks burn, his are also flushed, and I note how they feel warmer the longer I stroke my thumbs along them. What shocks me is that he actually lets me, that he doesn't protest at all and simply lets himself be touched, even enjoying it. How long have I shied away from his touch? How long have I let myself not enjoy it?

"Zee," he whispers, eyes heavy, and I give him a kiss to his jaw, feeling silly and oddly affectionate toward a guy I would have claimed to hate a few hours ago, before grabbing his hand and bringing him up with me, leading him to his room.

"What are you doing? Where are you bringing me?" he raises an eyebrow, looking at me as though I am somewhat unreasonable. My head can't find a reason as to why that could be, so I continue walking him through the corridors.

Along the way, we hear Sunghoon snoring. "Bringing you to your bed? You're tired, Riki. Hence, you need to sleep." I open his bedroom door, getting ready to leave, but he holds me by the waist.

Bringing his face close to mine, he attempts to get my full attention, and it works. Suddenly, I feel nervous. Riki looks so serious, seems so stern when he's sleepy.

"Why do you think I went to your room in the first place? What if I want to sleep with you?"

My eyes go the most wide they have ever been. "Excuse me?"

"Oh my God, I meant in your room, you moron. Ew. Who do you think I am?" His face contorts in disgust, though a playful smirk is playing on his pretty lips. "What a dirty girl."

I sigh, wanting to go back to my room when I hear his footsteps behind me, blabbering some more in his state of half-sleep. "And perhaps in your bed. I'm not a very great nap-on-the-floor-guy. Forgive me. But you're still dirty."

And I invite him into my room, then watch as he lets himself fall onto the sheets, unmoving as soon as his head hits the pillow.

During the night, in his endless moving and shuffling to find a good position, in a moment that in slumber, feels like a dream, he mumbles a name. "Zee."

my first post on here. this sucks, but i'll still write a second part.

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blenderfullasarcasm · 9 months

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TimKon fanfic starter/prompt:

Kon woke up, immediately whacked his head on <i>something</i>- he wasn't at the farm, but it took him a few more seconds to remember where exactly he was.

Which was kind of excessive, because it really shouldn't have taken him three whole seconds to figure out he was in a cramped metal box, hands tied behind his back and a glowing green collar around his neck.

Was this what a concussion felt like?

Weird.

He was gonna have to be nicer about shooting down the questionable plans Tim came up with while concussed. Honestly, it was a miracle they were even a little bit coherent.

...What was he doing again?

Kon shifted slightly, and the ropes binding his hands behind his back dug into his wrists.

Oh, that's right. He was trying to escape --

...Wait, they'd actually used ropes? Like, actual ropes?

Kon was a little insulted. He didn't rate handcuffs or zip ties?

He might not have been able to use his superstrength, but he was still pretty strong compared to a baseline human. Ropes -- even ones with five braided strands -- couldn't hold him forever, especially now that he was awake and raring to escape.

...If only he could get his body to cooperate.

His brain felt sluggish and foggy, like it was slogging through a swamp. His limbs weren't responding right, his fingers clumsy and numb as he tried to finagle his way out of his bonds.

Precise movements weren't happening, so he had approximately a cupcake's chance in a communal kitchen of untying the knots.

Next option: brute force.

Yanking his wrists apart and straining the ropes until they broke worked way better than trying to make his fingers cooperate. It took more effort than he was expecting, though, and there was a sting in his biceps that meant he'd probably pulled a muscle, which was going to suck in the morning.

He also had rope burns, which was a new and exciting experience for him.

Some of the fog surrounding his brain started to fade as soon as the ropes snapped and dropped to the floor beneath him. He shook his hands out, aiming some jazz hands at exactly no one just for fun, and tried to figure out what do next.

The walls around him were made of metal and seem to be screwed together pretty tightly, as far as he could tell. He didn't have super strength - the Kryptonite in the collar around his neck was suppressing it - but he considered punching it anyway.

Luckily, someone started prying the box open before he had to resort to probably breaking his hand.

Light broke through the widening gap, blinding him for a split second as the lid opened. He squinted and tried to shield his eyes (looked like they'd taken his shades, ugh), and a shadowy figure kindly moved to block most of the light, a set of lock picks dangling from their fingers.

"Hey, SB," Tim said. "How's it going?"

Kon could have kissed him.

"Oh, y’know." He shrugged (faux) casually, folding his arms together so Tim wouldn't see the rope burns around his wrists. "Just waiting for my Prince Charming to show up. What took you so long?"

"Rounding up my knights and the white horse," Tim said dryly, giving him a Look that told Kon he hadn't hidden shit but that Tim wasn't going to comment on it right that second because there was something more important. "Hold still, I'm going to get that collar off you."

"What, you don't think I look good like this?" Kon tried to shoot him a winning smile, but it felt a little shaky around the edges.

Tim rolled his eyes behind his whiteout lenses -- Kon could sense it -- and set to work picking the collar's lock. "You always look good, Superboy."

Kon definitely did not blush. His cheeks heating up had to be an effect of the Kryptonite. Definitely.

"You'll look even better wrapped in a blanket on the couch," Tim muttered under his breath, then tsked in annoyance when something in the collar clicked. "Hold still."

Kon held still.

...Being wrapped in a blanket on the couch sounded pretty good right now, actually. He could probably even wheedle Tim into making him some of his famous hot cocoa.

Tim was careful only to touch the collar, not allowing his gloves to brush against Kon's skin, and Kon was (pathetically) grateful for it. His skin was starting to feel too tight, like he was about ready to burst out of it, and it itched like there were ants crawling all over him.

Something else clicked in the collar, except this time Tim made a little triumphant noise and yanked it apart with extreme prejudice. "Ha! Got it."

Suddenly, Kon felt like he could breathe easy again. He hadn't realized he'd been having trouble -- and he didn't really know why, because the collar hadn't been restrictive or anything and Kryptonite usually didn't affect him that way -- until Tim was tucking it away into a lead-lined bag he kept in his utility belt for this exact purpose.

Kon swallowed.

"Thanks for coming for me, Rob," he said quietly.

Tim smiled, small and private. "I'll always come for you, clone boy."

He got to his feet and pulled Kon up with him, and Kon barely had time to blink with surprise before Tim was dragging him towards a hole that had been blown in the wall. "Come on, we need to find the others before they destroy the entire building."

Send me an ask with the first sentence of a fanfic and I’ll write the next five.

#tim drake #conner kent #kon el #timkon #robin #90s superboy #superboy #red robin #yj98 #dcu #batman #wow this got long #adding a read more #tumblr ask game #anon

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maehara-san · 1 year

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𝘾𝙤𝙢𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙩 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙪𝙣𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬𝙣―

Pairing: Izuku Midoriya x Gn!Reader

Backstory: You were expecting to enjoy a summer trip with your s/o. Going out together and exploring, having a nice time. Unfortunately your dream ended quickly when reality decided to hit you.

A/N: This is based on a request by a lovely follower (@internphantom) , hope you like it! If you enjoyed this writing piece please consider donating, thank you! <3

𝑳𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒔 ━ | 𝒎.𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 | 𝒅𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓 | 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒌𝒔 |

"Hey can we check out this store before we leave?" You asked smiling as you looked up at your significant other.

"Um..." they looked at their wrist watch, "We have a few minutes to spare sure."

"I won't be in too long."

They nodded, "That's fine. I'll wait for you here."

"Oh..." you pulled away. "You don't want to come in with me?"

"I'm kinda tired," they slightly smiled and held the side of your face. "But you should go... like I said I will be waiting here for you outside."

Pouting you nodded, "Okay."

Noticing your sad eyes they pulled you into their arms, hugging you tightly.

"We still have our next stop, remember?" They said kissing the top of your head. "I want to save my energy until then."

With their reassuring words, your smile returned as you hugged them back. "Alright, I can't wait then."

"Me too."

Pulling away you bid your significant other goodbye and walked into the store. There weren't many things you still needed to get, but seeing the (favorite color) outfit on the mannequin intrigued you.

Thinking about your next stop made you felt all giddy on the inside. It had been such a long time since you two went on a trip together, you were excited to spend some quality time and enjoy your marriage.

For once you thought that things were turning around in your favor. And of course you weren't going to let this opportunity slide by to spoil them and let them know how much you missed them.

"(name)?"

Looking over your shoulder you saw your long time friend, a smile forming on your lips.

"Izuku, hey!" You exclaimed walking over to him. "I did not expect to see you here."

"I came here looking for a present since Ayane's birthday is coming up." He explained pulling you into a hug, smiling as he felt your warm embrace. "I didn't quite know where to go so I decided to come to the mall."

Slightly pulling away you said, "I forgot that her birthday is next week... I'm sure whatever you decide to give her she'll love it."

"You think so?..." Izuku chuckled lightly, "I've been trying my best to make her happy. I really want to make this work between us."

"Has she been distant?..."

He sadly nodded, "When I get home from work she's already asleep and when I have time off she gets busy or makes plans before I'm even able to."

It made your heart ache for him. Izuku was always such a sweetheart and cared about those around him, especially his family and friends. He never failed to be there for them or even when strangers asked for his help. Seeing him suffer like this was so unfair.

"I'm sorry to hear about that... I know you really care about her." You said holding both his hands in each one of your own. "I'm sure she will come around when she sees how hard you are trying to fix your marriage. Ayane would be insane to let go of someone like you so easily."

Izuku slightly blushed hearing your words. "I don't know sometimes I feel like she's better off without me―"

You shook your head, "Don't say that. Ayane is lucky to have someone like you. You're a kind hearted, respectable, funny, selfless, person. I know she's your life but she really knocked it out of the park with you."

He smiled looking at you, feeling thankful that he has someone like you around to bring him out of his fearful thoughts. Sometimes he wishes things would have turned out differently.

"Thank you, (name). You always know just what to say."

"I try my best because you're the type of person who deserves the whole world."

Izuku smiled with his eyes closed as he gently squeezed your hands. "I miss having you around like old times, (name)."

Your eyes become glossy knowing you feel the same way, "Me too."

Maybe if you hadn't moved in junior high, things wouldn't have played out this way. If you had convinced your parents to let you stay and finish your third year― but you couldn't keep going on with what if's not anymore. Life turned out the way it did and all you can do now is support him.

"I can help you find a gift if you'd like?' yo suggested.

"Really? I'd appreciate it!" He widely smiled, "You're not busy?"

"Well I came in here to look at something while (s/o name) is resting outside on the bench." You pointed at the entrance door. "I'm sure he won't mind me being here a while longer."

"Let me know when you need to leave I don't want to keep you from going somewhere you need to."

"No worries, did you have any idea on what you'd might want to get her?"

"Actually..."

Turns out shopping with him was a lot of fun, it felt weird not doing it with your partner. But it was different with him. Izuku paid attention to detail and was vocal about what he thought. He was a gentleman even when you had picked things off the rack, he offered to carry them for you.

It was kinda eye opening how different he was compared to (s/o name). Jealousy started to build in your chest, Ayane was lucky to have a boyfriend like Izuku. If this was how he was with you, as a friend, you can't imagine how lovely he mustbe with her.

Approaching the checkout counter, he placed all items down.

"Did you find everything you needed?" A women asked.

"Yes, thank you." You responded and turned to look at Izuku, "You can pay for Ayane's present first. I can pay for my things second."

"No, I'll pay for your things too." He said taking out his wallet and reaching for his credit card.

Shaking your head you held his hands, stopping him from giving his card.

"No way!" You said, "I have enough money to pay for my things Izuku―"

"I insist." he softly smiled looking at you in the eyes. "It's the least I can do for you helping me to find her a gift."

"Izuku." You whined, "You can't pay for my things it'll be too expensive in total!"

Chuckling he placed his hand on top of yours. "I don't mind."

Knowing he wasn't going to give up, you sighed letting him do it while he gave you a sheepish smile in return. The women behind the counter couldn't help and chuckle at your interaction.

"My, you two are such an adorable couple." She took his card and waited for him to put in his details. "Young love."

He smiled looking down at the machine in front of him. "Thanks I try my best to make them happy, that's all I ever want to do."

Your eyes slightly widened at his response making you turn red.

"I can tell you make her happy. I saw the way you held their stuff while they looked around. Not many couples do that for each other nowadays."

The women handed you the bags and mumbled a thank you to her.

"Thank you for coming!" She waved at you both goodbye, Izuku and you waved back as you headed to the entrance door.

You were too flushed to even say anything. His comment was something you never expected, you'd think he would have denied it by saying you were only friends.

"L―Let me pay you back―"

Izuku stopped you this time from taking out your wallet.

"Can you please let me have this one?" he begged. "I wanted to do it for you. I don't want you to return or pay me back with anything."

"I swear sometimes you are too kind for this world Izuku."

"I mean I don't think so." He chuckled rubbing the back of his head, "But that's thoughtful of you."

"See you just proved it again." You said opening the door and letting him go out first.

Izuku shook his head finding it funny how stubborn you were as well. He was about to ask you something when he bumped into your back, he stepped aside and looked at you.

"(name)? Is everything alright?..."

He followed your gaze and saw your partner standing there kissing, someone else.

Your hand gripped the newly shopping bag tightly, not blinking once. Tears started to brim in your eyes as you tried to understand what was happening in front of you.

Izuku immediately covered your eyes with his hand but it was already too late. The damage had been done nothing he could do to shield away the pain in your chest.

You looked down at the ground, tears falling to the floor. The shiny tile mirrored your ache, you tried your best to control them but the sobs were becoming harder to keep down.

He lowered his head and softly spoke "(name) do you want me to take you somewhere else?..."

"N―No..." your voice broke, "I can't... walk away and pretend like nothing is wrong."

It was sickening how they both stood there kissing each other not caring about them being caught.

Firmly you walked towards them removing his hand from your eyes. Izuku stood behind you, making sure he stayed close to you.

You parted your lips to speak, but no sound was coming from them. It was difficult to even gather a word, like your voice had been taken away.

Izuku of course noticed and slid his hand into yours trying to comfort you to let you know he was there if you needed anything.

"(s/o name)." You spoke trying to speak firmly without your voice breaking.

(s/o name) and the women turned around, it was much of a bigger surprise than you had anticipated.

"I―Izuku..." the women spoke.

"It all makes sense now..." he said furrowing his eyebrows as he looked looking straight into her eyes. "You always made sure to make plans and arrive late when I was already asleep so I wouldn't notice the time you came back home."

Your eyes flashed with anger, feeling upset at yourself for not noticing is sudden change in character and the trips he had to take. It was plainly obvious for anyone to see except you.

"To think that I tried hard to match my schedule with yours to fix things." Your lip was quivering, "Damn it... I was so set on doing anything for you."

"I'm sorry you found out this way, (name)." They said looking away from your gaze.

"But you're not sorry for cheating are you?" You questioned then looked at Ayane, "And neither are you huh? You did not care about having an affair or thought about how this would affect your spouses! All you cared about was your damn selfish desires."

Ayane scoffed. "Don't pretend you are innocent when I have seen the way you looked at him each time you two were together. You are the same as us, so don't point fingers and turn into hypocrites because it doesn't suit you."

"You're wrong." You roughly wiped away the tears. "I never once thought about cheating I knew if things went south I would be upfront and tell the truth. I could never in a million years think about breaking a person's trust."

"Can you please... drop it?" Your partner said, "I know it wasn't ideal but you are making a scene here."

"You're right."

The sound of your hand connecting with their cheek echoed in the busy mall. (s/o name) held his cheek in shock not believing what you had done.

Ayane's eyes widened, her hand went up to hit you but Izuku caught it in time.

"Don't you dare hit them." Izuku's grip tightened on her wrist.

"Why are you defending them when they were the one who started it?" She accused you, "How can you choose them over me!"

"Because they weren't the one who hurt me." He let go of her wrist standing beside you.

(s/o name) clenched his jaw. "Why do you always have to be so damn dramatic? I started to go out with out you should be happy I even considered doing that for you (name)."

"Yeah because that was the bear minimum you jerk!" You exclaimed raising your voice not caring if strangers stopped by and stared. "We got married and swore an oath to be there for one another... I shouldn't have been getting the crumbs that you couldn't give to her."

"At least they were having more fun with me than you." Ayane accused. "The only reason they stayed with you is out of pity."

"And you seems so proud saying it out loud." Izuku chimed in, "It's like neither of you actually cared about us to begin with."

She looked away feeling slightly regretful for not being honest with him.

"What's done is done, (name)." (s/o name) said standing taller as they proudly held Ayan's hand out in the open in front of you two as if you both never existed in their lives. "I screwed up alright? I cheated on you with her. Let's just start the divorce and finish this boring relationship."

Stepping back you tried so hard to make sense as to what you did wrong. Were you not enough for them? Were you too caring? Too bothersome when all they wanted was their space? Did you ask for too much in return―?

"You're right." Izuku spoke wrapping his arm around your back, holding you close to his chest. "This marriage was doomed from the start and for once I am glad that it's over. Because (name) never deserved all the stuff she has done for you. It always looked like such a one sided relationship, at least finally they're getting rid of the garbage that held them back all these years."

Their eyes widened getting ready to counter attack with their fist. Ayane held them back from putting their hands on Izuku.

They pressed their tongue on the inside of their lip, seething in anger. "You son of a bitch."

"You can get mad all you want, but you better, listen to me." Izuku ordered, looking straight into their soul with no hesitation. "I don't want you to come back and look for them understand? I want you out of their lives for good. (name) doesn't need to keep suffering because of you."

"You're just going to stand there and let him talk to me that way?"

"You have until tomorrow to get your stuff out, (s/o name)." You replied and turned, walking away from them blocking out their rage against you two.

Izuku was trying so hard to keep himself cool and collected but his tightened fist and clenched jaw proved otherwise. Yes he was hurt and bitter for how things turned out but deep down there was a feeling of relief, glad that he wasn't going to be in a lonely home, tied for the rest of his life.

Sniffling you leaned closer into his side trying to hold yourself up. Tears kept rolling down your tear stained cheeks.

Looking around the mall, he managed to find a secluded spot away from prying eyes. Gently he sat you down on the bench. Izuku crouched down in front of you holding both your hands in his own.

"It's okay, let it out." He softly spoke.

But it was difficult to keep crying. The heaviness within inside you remained and yet no more tears came out. You had cried yourself to the fullest.

In the same way, you felt like an idiot about crying for someone who did not deserve your tears to begin with.

"You're not a fool for letting yourself feel, (name)." He knew you so well. "You are pain, it is natural to feel like you have to free yourself in some way."

"Y―yeah but I―I wasn't the... only one who got h―hurt." You stuttered, breathing heavily. "I―I should be helping.. you t―too."

"I was already anticipating for this to happen." He lowered his head, looking down at the floor with a disappointed smile. "I did have some small hope that I would be wrong, I won't lie that it does hurt."

He exhaled out as his lip began to quiver. All the emotions he was trying to block out were suddenly hitting him all at once. Sniffling he closed his eyes in hopes of stopping the tears from falling, but failed.

"I―I'm sorry..." He croaked out, resting his forehead on your lap and letting go of your hands.

"Don't apologize..." you whispered, "You also found out that you were cheated on. It's okay to cry it out, remember?..."

Izuku did not respond, you took the moment to gently caress the back of his head, running your fingers through his soft green locks. His body slowly relaxed as he felt your touch.

"I know this is something we both... did not expect to happen. And I won't lie it hurts like hell..." Tears began to cover your eyes. "but we will... no matter h―how much time it takes us, we will get through this... together."

Sniffling he wiped away his tears with his forearm, lifting his head to look at you. "Can I... can I hug you, (name)?..."

You weakly chuckled not believing he was asking you for a hug.

"You don't need to ask, Izuku." Opening up your arms you invited him in. "My hugs are always here when you need them."

He leaped into your arms, hugging your body tightly. Sobs began to escape from inside of him. You did your best to calm him down by rubbing his back gently. "There there... it's okay."

"I should be the one comforting you..." He said breathing hard.

"Sometimes it's okay if the roles are reversed, you know?" Resting your chin on his shoulder. "You've been there for me countless times when we were little, it's my turn to comfort you."

"I―I know... it's just that," he pulled away sitting down next to you. "I wanted to ease your pain a bit, help you in any way s―so you could feel better."

"I feel better knowing you are the one here with me." You said trying to assure him in some way that his presence alone was enough. "It's going to be awhile until either of us are okay again... that is the truth. Maybe―" you sighed looking down at your lap, "With time things will turn out differently."

"I'll be here, just like I always have been, (name)." He reassured you, "If you need anything, anything you can tell me."

"W―well..." you turned away from him.

"What is it?..." He asked leaning forward and tilting his head to the side.

"I―uh..." you clasped your hands together, moving your thumbs one over the other. "I was wondering... if it would be okay if I could stay with you?... j―just for a couple of days of course..."

Izuku smiled for the first time, "Of course. I was going to ask you as well but I didn't want to pressure you to make a decision."

"I felt kinda embarrassed asking you..."

"Why? You shouldn't feel like that at all. You'll always have a place to go to I told you that if something happens you can stay with me."

It was funny how he was acting more like a loving partner than (s/o name) ever was. With him you felt save and appreciated.

"Thank you..." you wrapped your arms around his mid section.

He cupped the back of your head, pulling you tighter against his chest. Using his other arm to wrap it securely around your lower back.

You both did not know if it was the ache or the exhaustion that was already creeping up your bodies, but the hug this embrace felt nothing like any of the hugs you had given each other before. This closeness, the feel of arms enveloped around each of your figures, held so much love.

It went far beyond it being just a hug between friends.

"Do you want to pass by to pick up some of your clothes?"

You shook your head.

Looking down at you, chuckling tightly. "I can just lend you some of my clothes then."

There was no clear answer as to what you were both feeling, all you did know was that you did not want to be with any body else.

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xerith-42 · 4 months

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pls talk more about doll shadowknight headcanons i love hearing about them

Hey council, I uhh, I may have cooked something up @gonedreaminggg @cinnamontoastcroonch @laurencezvahlslefteyebrow I'm gonna mash my two favorite headcanons together watch this--

Shadow Knight Musician Struggle Time!!

Laurance trying to play the lyre after the doll effects start kicking in and his hand just goes limp mid song. He can't do anything about it and just feels so ill about the whole situation. Garroth tells him that it's okay, that his playing before was great, but it's still kinda a cowabummer.

Vylad practicing his ocarina along and suddenly their lips get stuck around it as Vylad's body just freezes. He's on his own at this point, but it still sucks. He had a real jam going.

Hatsune help me, what if Sasha was a musician before her death? I could totally see Sasha playing the violin when she was younger, giving up on it so she could become a guard or whatever, but when she comes across an abandoned violin, she decides to take it and practice it again. And while she's playing one day, her hand stops moving, as does her arm. Just frozen in place. Her grip on the bow was loose in the first place, and in the silence left by the sudden stop of her music, the bow clatters to the ground.

If she's unlucky, it could even fall from the roof of the fortress she's playing on and land in the lava pools below. Then again if that happened, the instant Sasha got control of her body again she would go beat the fuck out of the Shadow King with her bare hands. It's hard to get musical instruments when you're literally stuck in hell and it's one of the few things that brings her solace.

Just had a wicked and evil thought, we characterized Gene with his porcelain scar, but what if we applied that same idea to someone else? Zenix is like a puppet on his strings, right? What if one day he glanced down at his wrists and found red lines wrapped around them? As if the strings are digging into his skin. And this is after he's already "cut himself free" from the Shadow King's control and is killing Shadow Knights. A chilling reminder that he still isn't in control.

After a bad fight his healing powers come into play, but it leaves a permanent stitch mark where his flesh came back together. Not the way a scar from stitching normally looks, but like a rushed stitch you did on a piece of fabric to get it functional but not pretty. It never goes away, nobody can see it from under his armor, but Zenix knows. He knows it's there.

I know before I said Vylad has compeltely limp states like Laurance, and that's still a thing, but I want to tweak the flavor. I'm imagining Vylad as like a

This fucking thing. That's Vylad. Sometimes only one of his joints stops working instead of the entire limb. Bro will be climbing trees and then their left elbow just goes backwards. Whoops it's not supposed to do that! Vylad is honestly not too bothered by this after the third time it happens, bro just gets used to it.

Everyone else (especially Garroth) is understandably very thrown off by this suddenly happening. Like it's one thing for Laurance's arm to go numb and act like it's out of socket, it's another thing for Vylad's arm to be able to bend backwards with seemingly no physical pain caused to him. He keeps trying to assure everyone that this is just ab symptom of being a shadow knight, and it's only Laurance who really gets it. The phrase "all dolled up" might as well be a universal trigger of Shadow Knights. Cadenza says it in reference to Laurance while she's helping him get ready for Kenmur's wedding, and while she instantly knows she fucked up and Laurance can see that, it still makes him stiff. His hands twitch as if to make sure it didn't start just from her saying the phrase. References to dolls start to fade out of the vocabulary of the alliance and its members over time. Largely because everyone has respect for either Vylad, Laurance, or Vincent and doesn't want to potentially upset them. The whole doll thing is a pretty sensitive subject.

Speaking of Vincent, as we've established, the doll stuff happens regardless of whether they're premature or not. I think that it happens less if you've answered the calling, but it still happens. Vincent gives me the vibes of like a voodoo doll almost. So he definitely gets the randomly limp limbs sometimes, but sometimes he just can't open his mouth, as if it were sewn shut. Oh that's awful oh my Irene this headcanon has caused so much pain.

I have other stuff to say on the Vincent as a voodoo doll thing but... Wow what the fuck that's horrifying. Like the first time that happens is maybe after he's answered the calling but still doesn't fully understand what he is. He's trying to explain it, nearly screaming to try and fight against it, clawing at his face to try and tear it off-- Wowie Minecraft Diaries really lends itself to body horror. I didn't even plan to write that sentence but as I was writing it I remembered the very popular headcanon about Shadow Knights having claws or at least sharper nails that could easily tear skin and yeah wow what the actual fuck.

Uhm, on a better (??) note, I think this means Vincent sometimes just gets random stabbing pains in his body with seemingly no cause. I feel like this might be connected to the Shadow King, but then also could somehow connect to the other divine? Idk about that part I just think the idea of Aph growing her angel wings causing Vincent to feel some form of pain in his back as a response would be weird and net. Vincent is weird and neat, sorry for low key mutilating him.

Have fun incorporating those scars into your next redesign!

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gaybananabread · 11 months

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Its been a rough few weeks, but I'm alive. I'm slowly going back through all my old fandoms, and right now it's MHA's turn. I love the KiriBaku pairing, platonic or not, so take this either way! I'm gonna split it into two parts, or else this is gonna be long as hell.

(Part 2)

Lee: Bakugo

Lers: Midoriya, Ojiro, Todoroki

Summary: 1A is competing to see who gets dish duty for the month. When it comes down to Bakugo and Kiri, they choose an interesting final challenge.

Warnings: swearing (it's Bakugo). This is a tickle fic, so if you don't like that, scroll away!

The 1A dorms were always chaotic, especially when it came to competition. Every month, the class competes to see which half of the students are on dish duty for the month. It had been intense, with betrayals, twists, and a sprained wrist. By evening, everyone had finished competing.

Everyone except Bakugo and Kirishima.

The two had been at it all day, neck and neck in every contest, trivia, workout and test. Even after twenty separate events, the two were still tied. Most of the class had gone already, homework and comfy beds calling their names. Only Midoriya, Todoroki and Ojiro were still watching.

They were currently in a handstand contest, three minutes in. They were both shaky and tired, the other events draining their stamina. The others thought it would finally be the end of this silly conflict.

At three minutes and thirty-two seconds, Kirishima's arm gave out, and Bakugo toppled backwards. They landed at the same time. Their classmates were less than thrilled.

"ANOTHER TIE?!"

Todo put his head in his hands, groaning. Modoriya started mumbling about the near impossible odds of another tie. Ojiro screamed into his tail.

The pair on the ground just glared at eachother. There wasn't much heat behind them, but it was more than annoying to keep tieing eachother.

Kiri smacked a hand on his face. "Dude. HOW did we fall together!"

Katsuki huffed. "You're a fuckin' copy cat."

Kiri poked his side, making him flinch away and swat his hand. A new contest idea clicked. Something he knew they wouldn't tie in. He stood up, grabbing Baku's hand. "What if we did a tickling endurance thing?"

The blonde's face lit up red, tugging at his hand. Kiri kept his grip. He poked Bakugo's side again, nodding as he flinched, seemly saying 'See? This could work!'.

His classmates agreed, much too tired and sick of the repetitive ties to care. Bakugo obviously protested the idea.

"Seriously? That's gotta be the dumbest idea tonight!" Lucky for everyone, Eijiro knows how the explosion user works.

He puffed his chest in mock pride, hoping to play to Bakugo's more competitive side. "I guess you're right. I mean, who would actually be able to do that? I'd probably loose in 5 seconds." And, as planned, he took it hook, line and sinker.

"Ha! I'll kick your ass! Game on, Shitty Hair!" He had his signature smirk on, eyes haughty and determined. Kirishima smiled, cracking his knuckles. Works every time.

Their friends huddled together. Once finished, Midoriya stepped out, laying the ground rules. "Okay then. You can't tickle eachother. One would be too tired when it's his turn to tickle the other. The three of us will test you at the same time. Safeword is 'Plus Ultra'. Whoever goes the longest without saying it wins."

Kiri was a little worried. He was kinda betting on the whole 'wear him out' thing. He can still win. Probably.

They flip a coin to see who goes first. Bakugo picked heads, Kirishima on tails. Kiri held his breath, his fate in the hands of a quarter. With a smack, Deku snatched the coin from the air. Opening his hands, the tails face greeted him. He let out a sigh of relief. Bakugo would go first.

They had the explosion boy sit in a chair, Ojiro offering to hold his arms up. Todoroki was on lower body, Midoriya on midsection, and Ojiro had free reign of what he could reach. Holding the timer, Deku gave a countdown.

"3, 2, 1..."

"Start!"

Initially, the blonde tried holding in his reaction. For about seven seconds, he kept it in. Then Ojiro remembered he had a really fuzzy tail to weaponize. He slid the fluffy tail end under his shirt, twitching it about on his torso.

Small titters escaped the explosion user. Ojiro went at it with his tail while the other boys tried their best to crack him.

Todoroki was surprisingly good at tickling. True, he was tentative, but he somehow knew exactly how to wreck the blonde's shit. He poked, pinched, squeezed, and skittered across his legs and thighs. He even took off his combat boots to get his feet.

Giggles began to spill out. It wasn't a huge reaction, but they were getting there. Bakugo cursed, trying to keep his laughter in.

The greenette was exploring Bakugo's midsection. He already knew where to go, but why finish it so quickly? He scribbled on his belly, pinched and poked his sides, squeezed hips, everything he could to wear him down. Finally, Deku pinched the spot right above his ribcage.

Bakugo broke.

"GAHA! DeheHEHEkuhu! FUHUHUCK OHhohoff!" Bakugo tugged at his arms, trying to stop the tickling without giving in. Ojiro held strong, keeping the boy's arms above his spiky head. Nearby, Kiri squirmed, knowing his turn was next.

Midoriya didn't let up. He stayed on the blonde's death spot, pinching and poking and prodding. The others followed his example, keeping up their torment. Todoroki was pinching his thighs. Ojiro had his tail brushing on his neck. His laughter was pitchy, all the spots combined driving him up the wall.

Bakugo tossed his head back and forth, trying to shake off the intense tickles. It didn't work, and really only made Ojiro's tail tickle more. He cursed and continued his pitchy laughter.

Damn, he wasn't expecting them to actually be good at this! Okay, maybe Deku, but the other two?! I mean, it's half-and-half! He was genuinely shocked, and starting to reach his limit...

Ojiro looked down at Bakugo's face. It was nice to see his grumpy, explosive classmate laugh like this. Plus, revenge bonus. He looked down at his neck, and got an idea. A cruel idea. A tickley, unfair, wonderful idea.

Ojiro moved his tail to the other side, leaned down, and blew an enormous raspberry on the blonde's neck.

Bakugo squealed.

That was so not fair! He jerked his head, unable to do anything. Both sides of his neck were being tickled, meaning if he blocked one side the other got worse, and vice versa.

The others looked at him, smirking. None of them were expecting that, but it was a pleasant surprise. They were relentless, giving everything they had to crack the explosion user.

It was too much. Reluctantly, the blonde called out the safe words. "PLUHUHUS UHULTRAHA!"

All three boys immediately stopped, backing off as Midoriya stopped the stopwatch. Bakugo curled in on himself, rubbing his neck. His face was flushed, and he looked... well, imagine a giant, ferocious tiger after catnip. It was adorable, but a bit unsettling.

Deku put a hand on his shoulder. "Nice job! You got 7 minutes and 26 seconds!" He shrugged off the hand, regaining his breath.

After a minute, he turned, and with an evil look in his eyes, he pointed to Kirishima.

"Your turn, Shitty Hair."

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The Night Shift.

Johnnie Guilbert x Fem!Reader.

Chapter 27.

Jake, Johnnie and i decided to walk around downtown for a vlog. before this, i had never really been in any of their videos. although, Jake had been begging me for ages to record with him, and today was finally the day we could make it work.

we walked around stores to pass the time and try to get some funny content. of course, that was easy for them to do. their lewd jokes and comments about everything made it hard for me to not giggle. as i got more comfortable, i was able to joke around with them, revealing a part of myself i had never really let shine that prominent before.

later on, we stumbled upon a tattoo parlor. Johnnie turned to me, his eyes sparking. "what if we got matching tattoos?"

i didn't even feel the need to consider it before i agreed. yolo, right? "uh, duh. are you sure you wanna do that, though?"

"absolutely," he smiled as we began walking towards the front door of the parlor.

"and it's content for the fans to make edits," Jake added in a teasing way.

the three of us ended up getting tattoos. Jake got more stars added on his neck while me and Johnnie got matching System of a Down tattoos. of course, it was a huge commitment, but neither of us cared. on the back of our forearms read 'and if you go, i wanna go with you,' and 'and if you die, i wanna die with you." i also got a smaller tattoo of fairies on my wrist that nearly wrapped around the whole way.

while Johnnie held my hand comfortingly during the tattoos, i began to ramble to distract myself from the pain. "my parents would kill me if they see these," i laughed, "they've always been really against tattoos, piercings, too. any altercation to my body would be like the world is caving in to them." Johnnie continued to listen as i spoke about my parents.

Jake was on the chair next to me, responding and making more conversation as a way to distract himself from the pain as well. we updated the video on how the tattoos were going, showing off all our new ink. we had spent at least 2 and a half hours in there before leaving.

i absolutely adored my new tattoos, not being able to keep my eyes off of my arm for more than 5 minutes. "the fairies were a really cute idea, i love them." Johnnie commented and he slowly ran his thumb over my wrist. of course, Jake was recording.

since Jake was the only editing, the video was for his channel, he added all of the "cute" moments between me and Johnnie. whenever i watched the finally edited video, i couldn't stop giggling and smiling. i knew recording this would be an unforgettable experience for me, especially since it was my first video with them. i really hoped i'd be able to record with them more in the future.

even though i had gotten no sleep that day, i still went to work, of course. the night ended up being very slow, so i decided to spend my time deep cleaning the kitchen. to be fair, it really needed it. the day shift people always left it a mess no matter how much i complained.

Johnnie came in and joined me only a few hours later right after i had finished the kitchen. i brought out a few croissants for us to share as we spoke.

"hey," he greeted, pulling me in for a hug as he usually did.

"hi, what's keeping you up tonight?"i pondered, placing a kiss on his cheek before sitting at the chair across from his.

"to be honest, you. i've been wanting to tell you something for a while."he grinned, "you know how i'm announcing a new song tomorrow?" i nodded slowly, growing slightly worried. "well, its about you. and i've been worried you'd be weirder out or something because i wrote a song about you."

my jaw dropped. "are you serious?!" i covered my mouth with my hand to hide my smile. "why would i be weirded out by that? that's the sweetest thing someone has ever done for me, Johnnie! what's it called?"

"it's called 'if looks could kill,' i know it's a cringy name." he blushed and avoided eye contact.

"hm, i think it's cute," i took his hands in mine. "i'm so excited to hear it!"

"i really hope you'll love it."

hours later, i finally closed and got to go home. i crawled in bed next to a sleeping Johnnie. i was so relieved he got that off his chest and was finally able to sleep. i had noticed recently he did seem more restless than usual, and know i knew why. i snuggled up close to him and fell asleep as well.

for the next week or so, Jake spammed my phone with links to edits of me and Johnnie and even reposted some. i constantly threatened to block him, but he didn't stop. whenever i got used to it, i thought it was funny and even cute sometimes. i even reposted a lot of them on my account, which made me gain a larger following because of the two of them.

jake: (link)

me: SHUT UP I KNOW

jake: y/n you are popping off right now queen

me: ikr

#fanfiction #fanfic #johnnie guilbert #jake and johnnie #johnnie guilbert x reader #johnnie guilbert x you #jake webber #johnnie guilbert smut #johnnie and jake #hearts4golbach #the night shift #cafe aesthetic #cafe #café #smut #tara yummy

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livelaughwhump · 11 months

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Hi! I just started to read your series and i was checking out the drabbles, and I just loved them sm. If you want an idea, I was thinking on one during Elliot's captivity? Like, one day Christopher was out doing smth, and Elliot had a peaceful day, idk, just cleaning the house? I also though in another thing, one while Elliot was 18~20 years old. The time Christopher was harrassing him. Idk, these are just some ideas I just had, and if you feel like writing it, you can save for doing later, maybe? I just love your series ❤

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Of course! Thanks so much for all the love you've given my series!! Sorry this took so long, I couldn't decide which suggestion I wanted to go with, but thanks to a poll, I decided to go with the first one. I hope you enjoy!😊

Content: muzzle, slavery, starvation, dehumanization, degradation, pet whump, it/its pronouns used for whumpee, self-hatred, self-deprecation

If I forgot any content warnings, please let me know

"I want this whole house spotless by the time I get back in three hours," Master ordered as he slipped his arms into the sleeves of his thick coat.

Pet's eyes widened. Master's house wasn't particularly big, but three hours wasn't nearly enough time, especially given Pet's emaciated state. "But, Master, that's-" A sharp smack cut off the rest of Pet's sentence. Then, a hand grasped its bony chin, and Pet yelped.

Pet strained its neck in order to look up at Master from its kneeling position on the ground. Tears welled in its eyes as Master ghosted his thumb over its quivering lip. "I'm sorry, I must have misheard you. Are you talking back to me, mutt?"

Pet choked back its sobs. "N-No, Master."

Master's grip tightened on its chin. "Then, what were you saying?"

Pet whimpered and squeezed its eyes shut. "I-I would be h-happy to clean the house for you, Master."

Master smiled and released his grip on Pet's chin, only to gently cup its face and scratch behind its ear. "That's my good boy. So obedient."

Pet lowered its head to hide the tears in its eyes. "Yes, Master," it mumbled.

Master began to card his fingers through his pet's hair just before he planted a soft kiss to its forehead. "Good boy. I'll be back very soon." Master used two fingers to tilt his pet's head up. "This house better be sparkling when I return. Otherwise, I'll have to punish you, and neither of us wants that, do we?"

Pet swallowed the lump in its throat. "N-No, Master."

Master smirked. "Good. I suppose I'll be going, then," he said as he stood to his feet and adjusted his coat.

Pet's stomach grumbled loudly. It hadn't eaten in days, and it knew it wouldn't be able to clean the house in time while it was starving. Pet looked up at its Master just as he was about to walk out the door. It knew this was a risk, but it had to try. "Master?"

Master paused with his hand on the doorknob and turned back to look his pet. "Yes, pet?"

Anxiety burned Pet's throat, but it swallowed it down. "Um...before you go, I-I was wondering if I could...ask you something?"

Master's expression darkened slightly, and Pet instantly regretted opening its mouth. "And what might that be, pet?"

Pet lowered its gaze to its lap again, shaking. "W-Well, I-I haven't eaten for a few days, and-and I'm afraid it'll affect my-my service to you." It swallowed the fear burning in its throat and kept its gaze trained on the chains clamped around its slim wrists. "S-So, I-I was wondering if-if I could possibly...have something to eat?" Pet risked a glance up at Master and immediately wished it hadn't.

Master's expression was terrifyingly calm, but Pet could see the anger seething behind his eyes. Pet yelped.

"Are you accusing me of not feeding you enough, mutt?"

Pet flinched. "N-No, Master. I-I would never-"

Smack

Pet was sent sprawling across the floor, its cheek burning where Master had slapped it. The tears it had been struggling to hide suddenly slipped free and a particularly loud sob escaped its throat.

Master grabbed a fistful of Pet's hair and dragged it back onto its knees. "Look at me, you ugly mutt." Pet did as it was told, staring at Master through watery eyes. "Listen to me very carefully. I feed you as much as you deserve. I am fully aware that you haven't eaten in a few days, but I expect this house to be spotless, regardless of that fact. Do you understand?"

Pet wished it could nod its head, but Master's iron grip on its hair prevented it from doing so. "Y-Yes, Master."

"Good. Now, remind me of what you are, bitch."

Pet sniffled. "Y-Your pet, Master."

Master jerked its head by its hair and Pet yelped. "Yes, but that's not the answer I'm looking for. What are you?"

"U-Um...y-your dog, Master?"

That answer earned it a slap across the face. "Also true, but once again, not the answer I'm looking for. I'll give you one more chance, mutt. What. Are. You?"

Pet could only think of one other possible answer.

Another loud sob escaped Pet's throat. "Your-Your slave, Master."

Master released his grip on Pet's long, greasy hair, and Pet collapsed onto its hands and knees, crying. "Very good, mutt. You're my slave, and do slaves have wants?"

Pet shook its head. "No, Master."

Master grimaced at his pet's pathetic state, disgust washing across his face. "Good. Surely, even a stupid mutt like you can remember that much."

Pet sniffled and watched as it's tears dripped onto the wooden floor. "Yes, Master."

Master considered his pet for a moment before turning and bypassing the door. Pet watched as its Master stood before the table beside the door and fiddled with the lock on the drawer.

Pet's stomach dropped. "Master-"

"Quiet!" Master commanded. Pet flinched and snapped its mouth shut. It knew what was coming. When Master turned around, he was holding a familiar contraption that made Pet's throat close and stole the breath from its lungs.

It was a muzzle.

Pet's lower lip started wobbling as it eyed the torturous device. It wasn't one of the comfortable ones either, the padded ones that simply strapped to Pet's face. It was made of exposed metal with a leather bit, complete with a painful tongue clamp.

Pet's whole body was trembling as Master approached it with the muzzle. "M-Master, please-"

"Enough!" Master shouted. Pet flinched again. "I am so sick of hearing your whiny little voice, mutt. If I can't even trust you not to speak without permission, how am I supposed to trust you not to take food or something?"

Pet wanted to beg and assure Master that it would never take food without permission, but it had already dug itself a deep enough hole. The last thing it wanted to do was make it worse.

Heavy tears trickled down Pet's face as Master knelt down in front of it. "Now, hold still and open up, mutt."

Master was hardly gentle with his pet, but he was even less so when he was frustrated. He wrestled the metal contraption onto the lower half of his pet's face, tightening to leather straps so much that the sharp metal started to cut into Pet's wet cheeks. The bit that was shoved into Pet's mouth was nearly too big and the clamp around its tongue was painful. Drool pooled in Pet's mouth, but the muzzle prevented it from swallowing.

"There," Master said once he secured the muzzle's padlock. "Much better."

Pet stared at its Master with tear-filled, pleading eyes.

"Don't look at me like that, mutt." Master sharply tugged on one of the straps holding the muzzle in place. Pet yelped as its head was yanked backwards. "You brought this on yourself."

A pathetic, broken sob forced its way out of Pet's throat.

"Now, get to work, slave," Master said as he pulled open the front door. A burst of icy air surrounded Pet's nearly-naked body and Pet shivered. "If you made me late to my appointment, hunger will be the least of your worries." With that, Master slammed the door shut, leaving his silenced pet kneeling in the foyer.

Pet knew it didn't have time to waste, but that didn't stop it from taking a few minutes by itself to just cry. It knew it shouldn't feel sorry for itself, but it couldn't help it. It was so tired and lonely and hungry, but Pet knew better than to ask for things. Master was right. It brought this on itself.

Pet wiped away its remaining tears and pushed itself off of the floor. It tried to adjust the muzzle in order to make it slightly more comfortable, but to no avail, and then it plodded over to the supply closet to start cleaning.

. . .

Pet was exhausted. It had only been forty-five minutes since it had started cleaning and it already didn't know if it could go much longer. Its knees were quivering, its hands were shaking, and the uncomfortable muzzle strapped to its face was too distracting.

Knowing that it was moments away from collapsing, Pet rested itself on the dusty living room floor, giving itself a break. Pet sighed heavily through its nose, struggling to catch its breath. It was so tired and the muzzle was so uncomfortable. Pet dropped the washcloth it was holding and tried to readjust the muzzle again.

"Mmph," Pet groaned as it tried to loosen the straps ever-so-slightly. "Ngh mmf." The clamp around its tongue was far too tight, and it feared that it was losing circulation. The bit attached to the muzzle stuffed Pet's whole mouth full. The muzzle's jagged metal edges carved into Pet's soft cheeks.

Pet wanted to cry.

It couldn't do this. It wanted so badly to be good, but it just couldn't. It was so tired and so hungry. It just wanted to curl up in one of the warm patches of sunlight on the floor and sleep, like a real dog.

Sometimes it wondered how Master would treat it if it was a real dog. Would he let it go outside? Would he feed it regularly? Would he cuddle it and pet it? Would he trust it enough to leave it alone without a muzzle?

If Pet was a real dog, would Master love it?

Pondering these impossible questions, Pet sniffed and picked up the discarded washcloth off the floor. As burning tears trickled down its face, it crawled across the floor and continued to clean.

I know you asked for Elliot to have a peaceful day, but in my defense, peace was a luxury Elliot was never really privy to

I hope you enjoyed this! I had a lot of fun writing it, and I couldn't resist including some muzzle content😈

If anyone else has any drabble requests, suggestions, or questions for me or my characters, please send them to me!

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hermionegalathynius · 1 year

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Sweet Sixteen (2/11)

Second chapter, lets go!

Pairing: Sirius Black x Reader

Warnings: not any that I can think of.

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The library was even quieter on Saturdays.

Y/n suspected it was because no one ever felt like doing school work on the weekends, even though it was statistically the most efficient time to get stuff done. That was why she was getting stuff done. The past week had been... busy, to say the least. She had five essays due on Monday, two of which had to be a maximum of ten inches. Along with that she also had to draw up two charts for Astronomy and learn how to do Expelliarmus non-verbally by Tuesday. It was a lot, but she was used to it. In fact, she welcomed it. Academics had always been her strong point, and she intended to keep it that way.

"How would you describe Golpalotte's Third Law?" she mused to Remus, her usual study partner when he wasn't off galavanting with his friends.

He looked up from his own Potions paper, brown hair unusually messy from running his hands through it, "Well, Golpalotte said that the antidote to a blended poison isn't simply the antidotes to all the separate poisons in the blend mixed together. Instead you must find that one ingredient that will transform the poisons in to a combined whole, which will counteract the entire blended potion. As the textbook states, the true antidote to a blended poison is more than the sum of its parts."

Y/n smiled at him bemused, "I was trying to find a way to put it quote-unquote 'in my own words', but you've just recited the textbook."

Remus's cheeks went a little pink as he glared playfully at her, "Doesn't knowing that what I said is how it's written in the textbook also a sign that you know that paragraph as well as I do?"

Y/n narrowed her eyes at him, "Well done Sherlock. 10/10 detective work, I must say."

He chuckled softly and the two of you went back to work.

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Sirius yawned contently as he trudged up the stairs to the boys dormitory with James still chatting on excitedly behind him.

"... didn't even glare at me today, Pads! Not once! Maybe she's starting to fall for my Potter charm?" That last sentence he said with a cocky smirk on his face as he wiggled his eyebrows. Of course, Sirius wasn't looking at the time, but he knew his friend well enough to be able to guess.

He snorted, "Yeah right, Prongs. That's as likely as Dumbledore getting a girlfriend."

James punched him in the shoulder playfully, "Oi! Don't knock my hopes down! Especially when you might be in the same position as me very soon."

Sirius paused in front of the door into their dorm, "What's that supposed to mean?"

James strode past him, patting him on the shoulder, "I mean, your soulmate is the one girl in this school who doesn't swoon at your mere presence. She is also the one girl who you've never dared to try to charm because she makes you nervous."

Sirius glared at him, "Thanks for the reminder."

"Hey, I'm only stating it as I see it. You gotta admit it's a little ironic, mate. I mean, she's Y/n L/n, top of our year and the most Ravenclaw Ravenclaw I've ever seen. And you... well, do you get my point?"

Sirius sighed and flopped onto his bed, throwing an arm over his face, "Yes, I get your bloody point Prongs. Did it not occur to you that I've probably been thinking the same thing ever since I got her bloody name on my bloody wrist?"

James chuckled, "Alright, relax. I get it. You don't want to be reminded of the irony of your situation. I'll just sit here looking pretty then."

Sirius rolled his eyes even though James couldn't see them. His friend really was the most dramatic person he knew.

Then, as if to break Sirius out of his spiralling thoughts, an owl tapped on the window.

Sirius took his arm off of his eyes and sat up as James walked over to the window to let the bird in.

"That's odd," he said as he twisted the latch on the window, "We've never received post in our dorm before."

The owl flew straight to Sirius and perched on his bedside table, sticking out it's leg. Sirius quickly untied the letter from the bird's leg and gave it a little scratch behind the head as a thanks before it flew off again.

"Who's it from?" James asked.

"How am I supposed to know? I haven't opened it yet!"

"Then open it!"

"What do you think I'm doing?"

Sirius shook his head in exasperation as he broke the seal and pulled the piece of parchment out. The writing was small and neat, looking as if one of those muggle pinter things had made it.

Dear Mr Black

I would like to inform you that due to our conversation being cut short, I have taken your silence as agreement to go ahead with the tutoring sessions. Miss L/n has also been contacted and will be expecting you in the Library every Wednesday afternoon at 3 o'clock to dinner and every Sunday morning from 10 o'clock to 1pm. If you have any problem with the times of your sessions, please send me a letter explaining when you are free.

Sincerely, Professor Sikander

Sirius swallowed, his gut clenching. Not only was Y/n L/n his soulmate, but she was also supposed to be his tutor?

It was going to be a long year...

———

"Why do I have to tutor him, Sienna? The last time I spoke to him was in first year when I apologised for bumping into him on the train and he tried to flirt with me." Y/n complained as she got ready for bed that evening.

She had left the library at closing time after having spent the whole day there finishing all five essays and two charts, so she was knackered and in no mood for the letter she received upon arrival back in Ravenclaw Tower.

Sienna shrugged, "I don't know. But what I do know is he's cute and every single girl in this school would kill to trade places with you."

She wiggled her eyebrows at Y/n who grumbled, "They don’t need to kill anyone, I'd trade places with them in a heart beat if I could."

Her friend rolled her eyes, "Come on, Y/n. It can't be that bad? It's not like you have to socialise with him. You only have to teach him."

Y/n climbed into bed and gave her friend a small smile, "You're right, as usual. I'll survive. Goodnight."

"Goodnight."

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Hey! For the kiss prompts:

14. starting with a kiss meant to be gentle, ending up in passion

Hope you’ve been doing well! ✨

Thanks for the prompt/ask! Been a while since I worked on any of my stories. XD So I hope this comes out decent. Quick note this is one of the first times Green has kidnapped Peace, she did so as a paid job. A lot of the times she gets kidnapped by Green that's the case.

Green and Peace- Robots & Gardens

Peace leaned back against the wall, grumbling beneath her breath. Allowing it to support her as she slowly slid down to sit.

I mean situations like this were bound to happen. Especially when you ditch your only job and take on a new role as a protestor. And even more so when you can get other jobless and homeless people to side with you. Though that wasn't just Peace's doing. It was bound to happen eventually.

"I haven't done anything wrong." Peace called out, slamming her tied hands back against the wall.

"Obviously dumbass." A gruff voice carried out through a cracked door.

Peace leaned her head back against the wall and huffed, attempting to use her hair as a makeshift curtain. She had been panicking on the ride here but she learned quickly who had stolen her. Especially the way her captor had banged their head against the window as their helpers talked. It calmed the panic but fueled her with a mixture of emotions. And unlike the soda she was sipping on before this whole incident, this shit sucked.

The woman possessing the gruff voice stepped out. The door creaking loudly on it's hinges. The woman not bothering to squeeze through the space.

"Peace. When I hadn't heard from you I didn't think that would mean I'd have to kidnap you for a job." The woman leaned down, quickly removing the knife from her holster.

"Green. Since when do you kidnap people for money? I thought your whole thing was thieving and destroying property."

"Don't limit my abilities and don't limit what I'd do for cash," Green carefully slipped the knife beneath the rope restricting Peace's arms, "Now stay still. You get cut, it's your fault."

Peace rolled her eyes, of course it was about money. She begrudgingly remained still. The freckled protestor sighed relief as her arms were freed. Rolling her shoulders and wrists.

Green remained perched on one knee. She admired the woman, lips pressed into a firm line.

"You should've called. You know I would make space for you."

"Green you're a busy woman. You'd never get them anyway—"

Green slapped the woman's hands. Pointing the knife's blade at Peace's chest.

"I don't have a mobile phone yet. But I told everyone in my group to let me know who rings the group phone okay? I might not respond to them on time but I will answer."

Peace grabbed the hand Green was using to hold the knife and rose an eyebrow at the woman. It had obviously conflicted Peace more, it was all over her face. How was big and scary Green, well she was little compared to Peace, showing something that wasn't pride or anger.

"If it makes you feel better. My phone got wrecked a couple weeks ago. I wouldn't be able to contact anyway."

An aggressive sound managed to slip past tightly pressed lips.

Peace found herself chuckling at the worry that had formed creases on Green's forehead. This was a new look for sure.

"I'll play along this time. My protestors have this handled. You get that money and you've got me for the next couple days,"

Peace reached her fingers beneath the hair tie struggling to keep the opposing woman's hair up, snickering when the hair band popped.

"If you don't let me go after that. I'm beating your ass." Peace added, her fingers detangling a couple locks of Green's hair.

Green tried not to let the joy overcome her face. The light filtering into the room illuminating the two. Her eyes damn there brightened in excitement. Currently unbothered by her busted hair tie lying on the ground. She'd probably join it soon enough anyway.

"Tricking the man who paid me to kidnap you. Who would've known I'd taint your mind in such a way." Green gave a crooked smile

Peace tilted the woman's head up and placed a soft kiss on chapped lips. She broke it shortly and slipped the knife from Green's distracted hand cutting her legs free.

Green slipped into the woman's lap, holstering her knife.

Peace chuckled, "Am I forgiven for worrying you?"

Green rolled her eyes, "You fucking wish. What even makes you so sure I was even worried."

Peace tipped the woman's head up once more and allowed their lips to meet. Her own grin easing it's way into the kiss. Peace's skin flushing at Green's sneaking hand.

Green had managed to loosen a few buttons on her own shirt, laughing breathlessly when Peace separated for air. Green tugged the woman down by her collar almost immediately, humming at the contact. Both huffing breathless murmurs into the kiss.

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