#okay. I promise I'm done now. what the fuck. I went to bed immediately after watching and woke up ANGRY

[smokestarrules]

guess what I finished watching

#genuinely I am bamboozled #I heard it was bad and I knew it was bad but I didnt realize the scene ITSELF was as horrible as that #its just. genuinely how fucking dare you for doing that #I understand the concept okay #the entire season and show has been foreshadowing eve's own death and I Get the concept of twisting that around #in the sense that her death comes from another's undoing and that her death comes from villanelle's protection #but the execution ????? even putting aside that the ending itself is shit and disingenuous for the characters. the EXECUTION OF IT #thats the part that has Genuinely stumped me #even the reveal at the very end with carolyn- at this point that means nothing #there's no leadup to it happening like I thought there would be it just Happens while theyre being happy and it's all over within 30 second #and then the show Ends #what the fuck #knowing it was coming didnt even help it just makes me more angry than sad #in the last two minutes??????????? #goddamn #I am so fucking sorry to u all who watched this season as it aired #that is sick #after all the character development???? #okay. I promise I'm done now. what the fuck. I went to bed immediately after watching and woke up ANGRY #sorry for the abundance of tags mygod #killing eve #killing eve spoilers #smokey speaks

[l3viat8an]

OMG FINALLY!!

I've been trying to send an ask for the past 3 days and it wouldn't let me 😭

The levi brainrot is bad‼️

Okay so imagine this

After living in the hol for a while you notice things begin to go missing, specifically your panties. You decide your just being forgetful of where you placed your things and move on. One day, Levi asks you to meet him in his room, but when you arrive he isn't there. You wait for awhile but he shows no sign of arriving, so you, being the little nosey thing you are, begin to look around. It starts off innocent, your admiring his figurine collection when you see a hint of red fabric out of the corner of your eye. You walk over to his bed and grab the clothing item to find its your..panties? You look down and see a box peaking out from under his bed, you grab and open it. It's all of your panties that went missing! But, why does levi have it? You hear the door open and then leviathan screams. You turn around, box in hand, and see how red levi is. I mean, he's redder then the fabric you were previously holding. He begins to stutter out an explanation and it finally hits you. "Your a pathetic little panty stealer, huh levi? He practically moans at your words as you notice his growing buldge. You look at him, a devilish look in your eyes. "Y'know, if you wanted me this bad all you had to do was ask." Hes panting at this point so desperate for your harsh words "But now that you've gone and been a little thief, you'll have to beg for it." You slowly walk towards him, "Well? Are you gonna be a good little slut and beg?"

That got a lot longer then I planned it to be 🧍‍♀️

-🕸

Nsfw content MDNI

Istg I still don’t know what’s wrong with my ask box 😭 it hates me I swear!- and uhhhh idk what happened Levi just eats at my brain 🧍🏼‍♀️CW: probably typos, sorry!! dom (?) gn!reader. Hand job / blowjob, ruined orgasm, degrading, lil bit of marking (my biting kink tbh) (Levi receiving all of it!!) 

Levi felt heat rush to his face at your words, his breath hitching as he tried to wrap his head around the situation. He had never wanted you to find out……but at the same time, the way you immediately talked down to him….well, he’s a pervert….it turned him on.

"I-I'm sorry, I just couldn't help myself…” Levi whispered, his eyes locked onto the floor. "Please...please…..please let me make it up to you. I'll do anything. P-please…”

You smirked at his words, just taking a moment and basking in the power you held over him. You slowly walked towards him, your hand reaching down to grab his stiffening cock, clicking your tongue in mock disappointment, "Anything, huh? Well then, let's see just how far you're willing to go.”

Levi let out a small whimper as you began stroking his cock through his pants. He was completely under your control….and he loved it~

"Please, please, please f-fuck…please M-MC, I'll- I meant it!! I’ll do anything, just t-tell me….” he begged, his hips thrusting into your hand.

You pull his cock out and rub your thumb over the tip, giving him a few slow strokes, “Then you’ll be good for me, right Levi?”

Levi nodded, immediately, “Y-yes!! I'll be good for you, MC, I- I- oh fuck- I promise…please” Levi replied, his voice shaking as you continue to tease his cock.

Levi whines as the feeling of pleasure building as you worked him harder. Soon he was gasping for breath. Fuck it felt good to have such a powerful demon weak from your touch~

You leaned in close, your hot breath tickling his ear. "Dirty pervert…..you really are gross Levi…” you murmured, as you brought your lips to his neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin. “Yes!! I am, s-so gross…p-p-please don’t stop!!!”

Levi moaned, his hand reaching up trying to grab onto your hair as he tried to keep himself from giving into the pleasure, just yet.

Obviously you weren't done with him~ You pulled away from his neck, eyes locking with his as you slowly sink to your knees.

"At least you know…..but now…let's see just how good you can be.” you said, as you wrap your lips around his cock.

Your lips and tongue working in tandem to push Levi closer to the edge. You could feel his body tensing up with every passing second, his hips  subconsciously thrusting forward as he gave in to the warmth of your mouth.

With each flick of your tongue, each gentle suck of your lips, he was pushed closer and closer to his orgasm. Levi is panting heavily now, one hand covering his face as the other tangled desperately in your hair as he begged for release. Endlessly self-degrading words fell from his lips as you sucked him off……

Before Levi knew it, you were pulling away….his orgasm ruin and you standing up, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand.

A satisfied smirk across your face when Levi sobbed out “W-why w-what are you doing?!?” But you still pulled away, "I'd say you made it up to me, Levi.” you said, a sly twinkle in your eye, as you made your way to his bedroom door.

Opening the door and stepping out into the hall, “Oh and Levi~” you waited until he looked at you, “-no cumming until I say you can.” and you’re gone.

Leaving a very red, very horny and very upset Levi in his room. Alone again.

#🕸 anon! #told you I got it lol #this ended up uhhh yea- idk- heh- my brain got an idea ‘n ran with it 🏃🏼‍♀️💨 #obey me! #obey me smut #om! levi #om! leviathan #om! smut #om! gn!reader #obey me gn!reader #obey me #om! #obmswd #obey me levi x reader smut #obey me levi x reader #obey me levi x you #obey me leviathan smut #obey me leviathan #obey me levi smut #obey me leviathan x reader #om! x reader #obmswd smut #obmswd leviathan #obmswd levi #obmswd levi x reader #roro writes #pervs <3

[rachello344]

OKAY, so as a former lit major (with, to be clear, a master's in literature), I have some really fun information to share with the class for this last installment of Daily Dracula.

Now, first thing's first, I'm going to post the section I'm talking about specifically so we can refer back to it more easily. Namely:

In a voice which, though low and almost in a whisper seemed to cut through the air and then ring round the room he said:— "How dare you touch him, any of you? How dare you cast eyes on him when I had forbidden it? Back, I tell you all! This man belongs to me! Beware how you meddle with him, or you'll have to deal with me." The fair girl, with a laugh of ribald coquetry, turned to answer him:— "You yourself never loved; you never love!" On this the other women joined, and such a mirthless, hard, soulless laughter rang through the room that it almost made me faint to hear; it seemed like the pleasure of fiends. Then the Count turned, after looking at my face attentively, and said in a soft whisper:— "Yes, I too can love; you yourselves can tell it from the past. Is it not so? Well, now I promise you that when I am done with him you shall kiss him at your will. Now go! go! I must awaken him, for there is work to be done." ... They simply seemed to fade into the rays of the moonlight and pass out through the window, for I could see outside the dim, shadowy forms for a moment before they entirely faded away. Then the horror overcame me, and I sank down unconscious.

Now there is a Lot to unpack here, and a lot of people have already pointed out the surface layer homoeroticism (I mean, he says "love" outright and clearly means it), but there's some stuff I haven't seen anyone mention yet.

First of all, if you haven't seen it yet, please take a look at this post which shows Bram Stoker's notes on the novel. The important takeaway is that Bram Stoker had one line of dialogue from pretty much the very beginning: "This man belongs to me." It repeats thrice, and well before the characters are more than "Old Count."

What this says to me is that Stoker was, like any of us, writing his novel to write that One Scene that just fucks so hard. This scene was written to be horny. It is meant to be. Stoker wrote this scene with his whole dick in the way of all the horror greats. He's my hero. By this time, Stoker had already at least acknowledged his own leanings (see Stoker's love letters to Walt Whitman, the first of which was written well before he wrote Dracula), so we can guess that he had this image and wanted to see it on paper for himself. (Good for him, and Same.)

Straight audiences would have seen Jonathan's feminization by the narrative and the Count's clearly sexual interest in him as horrifying (cowards), but queers are and have always been queer. And I suspect they all read this scene in the same way we're reading it now. BUT they had an extra bit of info that we've since lost track of.

In the peak of epistolary writing, there was a bit of well-known shorthand. (If you've seen Mamma Mia, this is the equivalent to the "dot dot dot" in the mom's diary from her slut phase.) In epistolary novels, when your heroine is alone with a man, and she says she swoons... She got laid. Now, how far it went, I couldn't say, but this was At Least heavy making out, if not full on sex (I suspect it may have been up for interpretation, but I don't know). My professor pointed this out with a young woman swooning while alone in a carriage with a guy she was kind of seeing. "She says she swooned because this letter is to her father figure, but the audience would have known exactly what she meant."

So Jonathan swoons, and when he wakes up, he is undressed and in his own bed. The readers at the time would have immediately read this as a sexual assault.

For a long time, I was confused by how passive Jonathan is throughout this part of the novel, but he is playing the role of the maiden fair, trapped by the diabolical (and much older) seducer. And then, he is in survival mode as he is assaulted more than once, his virtue stolen before he can marry his beloved.

I mean, God, you have this whole romantic build, the count saves the maiden Jonathan and plans to "awaken him, for there is work to be done." And then Jonathan swoons, and the Count carries him to bed? Not to put too fine a point on it, but... well, it really only makes sense if Dracula DID wake Jonathan up and... made his claim abundantly clear. Clear enough, too, for Jonathan to feel like his "gloomy" rooms are in fact his only sanctuary. And like... Jonathan was undressed by the Count. That really does mean exactly what it sounds like.

So uh. Yeah, after that supremely possessive display and declaration of love, the Count fucks Jonathan (as with all maidens of the time, his consent is... dubious. Would he consent if he were able? We'll never know tbh) and carries him (undressed) to bed. Bram Stoker knew EXACTLY what he was doing, and I hope you all enjoy that fact. I know I will. ;D

ETA: Sources for my information about swooning are in my reblog, but you can also find them here, here, here (this blog post is referred to in more than one article), and here, and this one references this exact scene directly.

#daily dracula #my meta #dracula #I may or may not be planning out how I would write the sex scene that I think is implied here #you know #for fun #haha

[90skiyoomi]

bulls in the bronx pt 2

kenma x reader

angst

tw: mentions of suicide

a/n: part 2 is in kenma's pov

part one

"fuck kuroo, i love them so much but it's getting harder everyday. it seemed like i'm getting so irritated by every little thing and it's so frustrating sometimes."

i just left home because i didn't want to quarrel with y/n anymore.

i know that i was wrong for picking a fight when i'm at fault but it's so frustrating because everything just felt wrong.

we started dating when we were in school and now, it seemed like they're always at work and coming home looking so down and it frustrates me because i don't know how to express my feelings besides being angry.

i love them so much that it hurts because i know they deserve someone that can express their love for them.

"i just don't know what to do kuroo. i don't know how to let them know that i'm not angry because of all those stupid things. i know i went too far today because it was my fault that i lost track of time. i just want everything to be the way it was, when they looked happy coming home. they don't even talk to me about how they feel anymore or how their day was."

"i think you need to look inwards and really think about why they were so happy. remember those days, you were opening up to them about your feelings and what was bothering you and playing games together with them. now y/n don't even have the time because they are so busy with the workload that their boss is giving them. have they not told you about it? that's why they have been coming home tired all the time because they were rushing to get work done so that they can come home to you on time after work"

they never mentioned anything to me. how could i possibly have known. it wasn't a surprise that kuroo know all of these because the both of you worked in the same company.

"i think i need to go home right now"

i felt so guilty. how could i possibly not have seen all of these? how i just ignored those growing eyebags you had and how tired you looked everyday after work?

fuck i'm an idiot.

i started sprinting home as quickly as my stamina could take me.

i quickly opened the doors to our home.

and there you were

as if in slow motion

you fell to the ground.

i ran towards you, almost missing the pill bottles and empty alcohol bottles on the ground.

fuck

"y/n, please wake up"

i fumbled around my pocket and dialed for an ambulance before calling kuroo.

"kuroo, please get here quickly"

tears were falling down uncontrollably

"i'm so sorry"

"i'm so fucking sorry"

"please don't leave me please"

"i love you so much and i'm so fucking sorry for being stupid"

your chest seemed to stop rising as the paramedics pushed me aside.

everything was slowing down.

the last thing i heard was "time of death: 2149" and kuroo trying to pry me away from you before passing out.

i woke up, expecting to be in the hospital.

but there you were, sleeping soundly right beside me.

it was a nightmare.

it felt so real that it was suffocating.

"kenma, why are you up?"

i heard you groaning with half opened eyes.

"i had a terrible nightmare and i thought i've lost you forever"

you sat up immediately and pulled me into a hug. i didn't know i was crying till then.

"i love you so much y/n. i'm sorry if i have been a terrible boyfriend but i promise that i'll do whatever it takes to make you feel loved and wanted. i never ever want to lose you ever. so please tell me if you're not okay too"

"i love you too kenma. i promise i'll tell you if anything is bothering me so please come back to sleep okay"

as we lay back in bed, i counted your heartbeat before drifting back to sleep, knowing that i'll wake up to you, safe and sound and alive.

[theiris-storyvault]

realize — part 1

Y/N

The streets were empty now. At 2AM, everything had closed down leaving the sidewalks dark, illuminated solely by the soft streetlight. You stand in front of the kitchen countertop as you pipe icing onto every last cupcake. A massive order for a wedding had been placed about 2 days ago and it would have been alright if only your pastry assistant did not call in sick last night, saying she had the flu. Now, you were left alone to bake, ice, and pack all 250 cupcakes.

With the last ounce of your energy, you squeeze the bag, slowly letting your wrist do the job, icing the last one. You release a heavy sigh, placing the bag onto the counter before slumping down aggressively on the floor. You were finally done with everything. Taking your phone out of your pocket, you immediately dial one of your best friends, hoping he was still at bay for you. "Koo," You say immediately as he answers. "What's up? Everything okay?" He asks, "Yeah I'm fine, I was just hoping you'd be able to pick me up. I'm assuming you're still in the studio." You say, finally picking yourself up from the floor. "Yeah sure, give me 15 minutes to pack up". You smile in relief, nodding to yourself. "Thanks, I'll bring you a cupcake." You say. "You bet you will, I was supposed to head to the bar but I care enough for your stupid ass to leave you walking out in the dark. They might mistake you for a creep with those looks." Your smile immediately drops as you hear his insults, making you roll your eyes. "Fuck You", You manage to say in irritation. You wish" He responds before dropping the call"

Namjoon

"Can I just watch one more episode please daddy, Please!" Nami exclaims, holding onto her father's leg trying to stop him from pausing the video. "It's late love, we need to sleep. Daddy needs to be up early." Namjoon calmly says, dragging his daughter by his leg as he walked over to turn off the tv. Nami pouts, getting off of him and immediately crossing her arms against her chest. Namjoon notices how his daughter silently sulked after not being able to watch another Sesame Street episode. And wow does he find it extremely adorable, but he knew he needed a facade.

"Go on, little miss. Please go upstairs so you can shower and head to bed." He firmly states, placing his hands on his hips hoping it would be more convincing. Nami takes one more look at her father, hoping for a miracle, but Namjoon only looked back at her expressionless. Finally, Nami gives in, running up the stairs and into the bath. Namjoon sighs, dropping his hands to his sides before he starts to pick up the stuffies left astray on the floor one by one. After, he proceeds to follow his daughter up the stairs, closing all the lights in the process of it. He finds Nami sitting quietly in the tub, playing with her little crab toy that Joon had bought on a beach trip they once went on together. He kneels down beside the tub, softly stroking her hair to comfort her. "Come on now, love. Daddy knows you're frustrated because you wanted to watch more, and your feelings are valid, but we really have to rest. I promise we'll watch more as soon as you wake up." He tries to talk her into understanding the situation better. He notices how she loosened up upon hearing his compromise. He smiles. "We could also get McDonald's for breakfast. Pancakes for two?" He asks. As soon as Nami hears this, her face light's up, "With hot choco?" She asks excitedly, finally smiling widely, parading her adorable baby teeth. "You bet."

Realize Masterlist

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[strawberrydykke]

man i was in a CRAZY situation this weekend. really long story i just think writing it down will help me process.

my dad and his fiance went to vegas. my dad's fiance's son comes home around 8 with his girlfriend. they immediately get HAMMERED.

they're being kind of loud and i'm tired but whatever. eventually they start arguing. i'm getting more and more concerned, it's really loud and they've been arguing for like an hour. my housemate is yelling at her that she's ruining his birthday (it's not his fucking birthday). at some point he starts wailing, throwing a full on toddler tantrum. i hear things being slammed and thrown. I start hearing the girlfriend say "give me my phone and keys, let me out of the room." at this point i'm like FUCK. Its getting to the point where i have to intervene and I'm trying to think of a smart way to go about it without making things worse for this girl.

my dad calls me to check in. apparently my housemate called HIS mom to tell her that his girlfriend is being insane or whatever. so now both of our parents are involved when they're just trying to enjoy the last day of their vacation. my dad tells me not to get involved but i'm like. yeah, no promises. right after this i hear her say "you threw me to the ground!" and he's just like, "you were acting up".

finally they both come out of the guys room. gf goes to the bathroom, my housemate comes to the living room to tell me that his girlfriend is acting crazy. i stay super neutral and just try to get information out of him. how much have you guys been drinking? 4-5 shots. have you guys had any water? do you want some water to sober up? no. how about your girlfriend comes and sits with me in the living room so you can both calm down? no. he goes back to his room.

i wait outside the bathroom. the girl comes out, she's obviously crying. i ask her if she's okay, if she wants water, if she wants to hang out with me for a bit. she says she's fine, goes back to his room and they argue more. after like 20 more minutes she comes back out and asks me for some water. i convince her to come sit down with me. tell the guy to take a break.

my cat comes up and crawls into her lap and she just breaks. i try to keep it light so she feels comfortable with me. she's super drunk and can't drive home, i offer to let her sleep in my bed or stay in my dad's room with the door locked. offer her some pj pants. offer her some food. we talk about her cat. I ask how old she is. she's only 18 and at that moment i just know that i need to protect this poor girl. i start asking about the situation, let her know that i'm on her side and i want to help. she really wants her phone and her keys, which my housemate has taken from her.

i go talk to him. he says he won't give him her phone because she's going to call the cops. i go talk to her and ask if she wants to call the cops (and i would have let her use my phone) but she says no. i tell the guy that. he still refuses. she wants to call a cousin to come pick her up but she doesn't know their phone number. i go back and forth a few times trying to get her stuff.

she starts asking me if i've ever been in a relationship like this. i can tell that she needs connection. i tell her about how my mom was abusive to me, but that i got away and things are better now. she tells me that she never knew her dad and has no idea what a healthy relationship is supposed to be like. we talk about relationships a bit more. she really wants to go home and i really want to get her out of this situation.

i go to my housemate one last time. this time i'm done being nice and trying to play along. i tell him that he needs to give me her stuff or i'm going to call the cops. he tries to leave the house WITH HER THINGS and i have to physically block him. he finally gives her her stuff.

i try to convince her to wait and call someone to pick her up, but understandably she wants to get the fuck out of here. i convince her to wait a second so i can grab my housekeys and walk her to her car. i tell her to drive safe and give her my phone number, call or text me for any reason.

the housemate comes out and starts RIPPING at the passenger door. i thought he was going to break the handle. he keeps yelling, demanding she lets him in and drives him to her house. she pulls out, ignoring him, and he walks in front of her car trying to block her. she pulls around him and he jumps on her fucking hood. i start dialing the police but this girl is fucking awesome. she keeps driving and he falls off. he starts trying to open the door again and she just takes off, and he chases her car down the street.

the fucking housemate calls an uber to take him to her house. i text her to warn her. then i go to sleep because it's 1am at this point.

yesterday my dad and his fiance come home. my dad and the housemate get INTO IT. he threatens to fight my dad which is kind of funny. this guy is a few inches taller than i am (5'6). my dad is 6 foot, 240 pounds, and RIPPED. also he lives rent free in my dad's house. honestly i really want him to get his ass beat.

my dad shoves the guy and then the fiance gets pissed at my dad. they've been arguing on and off since then. the atmosphere in the house is super tense right now.

i feel really stressed. i came here to get away from domestic violence and yet i end up right in the middle of it. i'm really glad i was there to help that girl but i'm also super shook up. yesterday i was super agitated and dissociated. today i'm just stressed out. the girlfriend called me and i missed it. i feel super guilty about it. i called her back and left a voicemail so hopefully she calls again.

i also feel super uncomfortable around this dude that i live with. he's pissed at me for getting involved. i'm pissed at him for being abusive. it's bringing up a lot of past trauma for me. stuff with my mom. stuff with one of my dad's old girlfriends. her son abused me and she blamed me for it and for ruining their lives. i'm stressed out that something similar is going to happen with the fiance. the mommy issues are issuing.

i want to go to the middle of nowhere and scream to be honest

#personal #screaming in the notes: #AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

[yoongi-d]

champagne problems

you had a speech, you're speechless

love slipped beyond your reaches

and I couldn't give a reason

...

characters: reader, jeon junkook, kim namjoon, min yoongi

content: fluff, angst, hints of betrayal

part I

you're pretty sure you've never seen such confusion on his face as he leans over to, quite obviously, initiate a kiss and you sits up abruptly, as if electrocuted.

"y/n, what's-"

you look down and meet his gaze immediately, shaking your head and soundlessly repeating 'no, no way, no'. this time, jungkook has already sat up, with a put-together look on his face. something serious is going on and he hates situations like these, but does it out of love and understanding for his...

for his y/n.

for his best friend.

for you.

for whatever reason, he still puts up with you.

"what's wrong?" he urges you to answer again.

"jungkook, i can't do that to you again. if i let you kiss me or attempt any sort of intimacy, i'm going to lose my shit-"

"y/n, what the fuck are you-"

"i can't, jungkook! i need you to finally treat me as a friend, from now onward. literally, i-" you shift into a more comfortable position, this time facing him directly, "i have done things i shouldn't even have thought of doing. and my bad decisions included you. you're my best friend, i can't let you suffer because of me anymore. so please," you take a deep breath, "try to let this go. however strong your feelings for me are, please allow them to...i don't know, disappear. because both of us will get hurt if we don't get our shit together."

he stares at you blankly (at least he doesn't look as confused anymore) and you can notice his heart has stopped beating as fast anymore. it's okay. everything's okay. you didn't upset him. he's not upset-

"did i upset you? was i too harsh? i swear i didn't mean to, it's just..." you blurt out, eager to get at least some kind of response from him.

"no, it's fine. i mean, i totally get where you're coming from. and i'll treat you as a friend only, if that's what will make you feel safe around me."

you nod, giving him a small smile, before lifting up your arm for a fist bump. he returns it.

and you're happy. you don't feel empty, you feel relieved. you're breathing more easily than before. and god bless virgo males, you love this guy to death. even if you can't have each other in the way that would make you even happier.

you're happy to have him by your side.

part II

mornings with namjoon have become anything but what they used to be. you remember preparing breakfast, him hugging you from behind, humming soft melodies as you're still in that sleepy haze after just waking up.

it's not like that anymore.

now you sit in silence, him on his laptop, doing whatever he can to distract himself from the silence that makes so many things all too obvious.

it's obvious you're drifting away from each other. it's obvious you're holding onto whatever once was. it's not there anymore. whatever it is that the two of you share now...it's anything but love and affection. more like a habit. and you've never felt more uncomfortable in his presence.

it used to be nice. lovely. fun. it used to be promising. you used to be able to imagine a future with him - where did all of it go?

as you grip your mug, coffee gone cold, he closes his laptop and looks up at you.

"y/n, what are you thinking about?"

not 'babe', not 'honey', but 'y/n'.

he normally doesn't call you by your name, although it still spills from his mouth so beautifully, only this time it sounds like a sad melody.

"nothing. i'm still sleepy. it's nothing."

he hums, leaning back, not taking his eyes off you. "you came home last night and went straight to bed, y/n. you normally work until you can't see strraight anymore, and you're never this quiet or...absent, i guess. i feel like you're not telling me something."

"no, namjoon, i-," you begin to say, but he interrupts, waving his hand as if to dismiss the topic.

"whatever it is, you can always talk to me. you don't have to handle stuff on your own."

it breaks your heart, being unable to tell him the truth. the truth is, you don't feel at home with him anymore. you have a past together, yes, and you don't see a future with him anymore, but the present is what pains you the most.

it's unfair, you think, how you let yourself slip out of love with him and into loving another person. it's safe to say you don't love him like you used to. and you pray to god that he feels the same, because how else are you supposed to say goodbye? are you even ready for that?

"can i hug you?" you blurt out, not knowing what else to say. you need some kind of comfort, anything to make you feel like nothing has changed, that all of this is only a bump in the road.

but you know it's not. it's much bigger than that.

as he walks over to you, embracing you from behind, you feel like the most disgusting piece of shit you've ever known. he doesn't deserve this. any of this.

he doesn't deserve you ignoring him, he doesn't deserve you pretending you love him like you used to, he doesn't deserve you lying to him about where you'd been all night, and saying you were out with friends.

if only he knew you've been spending all that time falling in love with someone else. you nearly cry remembering that you're not only actively cheating on him, but you're cheating on him with your best friend, your mutual friend, one of the people he trusts the most.

it doesn't matter that you ended...whatever it is you had going on with jungkook, last night. it won't erase what you've done. you can't even call it a mistake anymore, when you're all to aware that you don't love namjoon anymore, not like you used to.

if only you had the guts to let him know how you feel.

but you keep quiet. you know the time to say goodbye is approaching with every single second, but you don't have it in you to verbalize what has to be said.

you wonder if he knows - something, anything. you wonder if he can sense that something is off, off to the point of no return to the way things once were.

and you feel like an even bigger piece of shit for wasting his time when he deserves to be loved by someone better than you.

yet, you still say nothing. how do you even brace yourself for the inevitable goodbye? what happens after that? you don't dare imagine the aftermath.

so you keep quiet, convincing yourself it's only for a little longer. you know you will eventually have to let him go, it's just a matter of time. and it's ticking away, so loudly you can't pay attention to anything else.

just a little longer, you say to yourself.

part III

you're not sure when exactly you began dreading waking up next to namjoon, seeing his face and hearing his voice first thing in the morning. it used to bring you so much joy, something you used to look forward to each time you went to bed.

when did it stop exciting you, and when did you begin to dread his loving smile? it can't be fair, being loved by someone you used to love back, and not having the guts or...decency, to let them know you don't feel the same anymore.

perhaps you keep delaying that conversation because you have no idea what comes after. you'd break up, that's for sure, but the damage both of you would suffer is something you'd like to avoid at all costs.

the worst thing, you realize, is that you're - by all means - able to love, and are in love, just not with the right person. you can't pinpoint the moment where you fell out of love with namjoon and in love with jungkook. the transition was very slow, and perhaps it's possible that, at some point, you loved both of them equally.

but now?

you're stuck in a relationship with a man who adores you, while you spend your free time adoring another man. you feel nothing but disappointment towards yourself, and one could even say you feel a bit disgusted by the fact that you have the guts to cheat, but not set him free. you can't even admit to him that you don't love him the way you used to. how come you're not afraid of him finding out about jungkook, but afraid how he'll react to your confession? it's almost like you'd rather have someone else do the talking for you, while you go crawl in a hole and hide away from the rest of the world.

and what do you even do about jungkook? he's been your best friend since forever, and unfortunately, you happened to prove the notion that there's no such thing as friendship between a girl and a guy. perhaps it's possible, just not in your case. or maybe you were never supposed to be friends in the first place, but lovers instead. perhaps you weren't meant to be with namjoon, ever, and have jungkook as your partner of three years.

you can't stop the thoughts running through your head, questioning everything and ending up disgusted by your actions, thoughs and feelings with each passing moment. if only you could ditch being yourself for a moment, escape the situation you've found yourself in, but there's no such thing and you realize you're being way too selfish, feeling sorry for yourself when you're the one who deserves pity the least.

you don't deserve it at all.

you knew what you were doing when you first realized you had feelings for jungkook that you, as a friend, shouldn't be having. you knew what you were doing when you first accepted the fact that he felt the same. you knew what you were doing when you acted upon those feelings. you both knew what you were doing. but there's no use shifting the blame onto him, when he's got less mess to deal with than you do. he's not the one in a - now one-sided - relationship of three years that's nearing its end. he's not the one who's about to break the heart of the person who loves them so dearly, without any doubt that the love is reciprocated. he's not the one who's going to have to pick up the pieces of a broken heart that did nothing to deserve what you're about to put namjoon through.

and you wish, more than ever, that you were better with words, as you try and think of a way to let him know that what you've had has come to an end. it doesn't feel fair that he gets to be the last one to find out, and the one to receive the most damage. you feel like a piece of shit for what you've already done, and for the fact that he has yet to find out.

if only you could skip the bit about being in love with someone else. if only he were stupid enough to believe that there was no third party involved, when he's been noticing, with each day, how much time you spend away from him, as compared to before. he's not stupid, he's smarter than you, and he will catch on sooner or later. sooner or later - you don't know which is worse. you pray to god that he ends up hating you more than he ends up hating jungkook - he's betrayed him as well, after all. you're not alone in this.

if only you could pick up a pen and a piece of paper and write down everything you're feeling, but you can't, because you're too ashamed to admit what you feel and do at every given moment. you hate yourself for the audacity to feel anything at all. you don't deserve to feel sad, you made your own bed you now get to lay in. you made it for yourself, not namjoon. he doesn't deserve to be the victim of your inability to stay faithful and not be a piece of shit to someone who loves you to pieces.

but there is no other option than letting him know, sooner or later.

and the sooner, the better. because you can't be so cruel as to waste another day of his life letting him believe everything's okay, when it's not.

so you pick up your phone, and dial his number. you're about to let him know that it's over. you have no idea how you're going to do it, but you don't deserve any more time than you've already wasted.

#bts fanfic #jungkook #namjoon #yoongi #my writing #bts #champagne problems

[jaesvelvet]

i'll tell you what it says... it says i love you

warnings : this is so bad + cliche🥲 (pls let me know if there’s one!)

pairing : park jay + fem!reader

genres : slight angst and fluff at the end

words : 1.1k words

notes : this supposed to release as my birthday fic but i forgot😵‍💫

The problem you had with Jay is, he is an overwork type of person, no matter how tired he is. Sometimes you found him sleeping in his office room instead of your shared bedroom.

Being a considerate girlfriend you are— you can’t even count how many you guys fight about his bad habits. You are worried about the male’s health but he seems to care more about the paperwork.

Tonight is the same as other nights, Jay is still in his office. His soft lips pouted as he focus on the dim screen in front of him, you did text him so many times but his answer remains the same

“Go to sleep. Don’t wait for me, I'm okay”

You knew he will be okay since his body already blend with the unhealthy lifestyle he choose. As much as frustrated you are, you can’t do anything about it. The main reason is you are trapped in your shared apartment and you have no driving license to drive to Jay’s office to drag him home.

The clock keeps ticking, the seconds keep moving forwards, the night gets dark and there’s no sign of Jay’s coming home. The worried is now replaced by annoyance. Does his work more important than you? Work time already over hours ago and he choose to spend his precious time with some white papers?

You called him for the third time tonight, after the second ring he picks up. With a tired voice, he greets you softly but you’re too mad to realize it. You yelled at him, letting him knows that you had enough of his overwork habit and you threats him to leave him if he keep his ass in the office.

As usual, he argued with you back saying he needs the work to be done thus there’s no pile of files for him on the next day. The cycle keeps repeating itself, you yelled at him and he argued back and the next morning he make a promise to be home early which both of you knew, it was an empty promise. It’s just a word for the disagreement between the two of you to be over like how the wind flies the fallen leaves.

However, for tonight. The argument seems to heat up since you and Jay now arguing on the texting app. Never throughout your relationship, both of you fought so intensely. Normally Jay will give up and apologize first and you immediately forgot the reason why those useless fights started on the first place.

His texts keep making your blood boil and your text making his patient thinner. Neither two of you want to stop the argument soon. But soon you reached your limits, you hold on to the right icon beside the typing bar and record yourself saying something that you will regret immediately.

I should leave you since those fucking papers keeping you alive right now

Now you sitting beside the Queen-sized bed, hugging your knees tightly while burying your head between your knee caps.

Why did you ever say that? You should never let your emotions have control over you and now you said the words you didn't mean. A heavy sigh escapes from your lips— the sound of the notification that you set up only for Jay could be heard across the room. You sat far away from the dangerous electronic device, feeling anxious if you will lose control over your emotion again.

It’s been 50 minutes and you didn’t even dare to reach for your phone. The sound of keys jingling made your body freeze and your heart stop beating for a couple of seconds. Before you could hide under the blanket, your shared bedroom door was widely opened by Jay. You could see how tense he is with his pale face and dried lips.

“Jay...”

He quickly went for a hug, a tight one. You slightly feel suffocated in his embrace yet you didn’t think much about it. Your hands wrap around his torso, resting your head on his chest— murmuring sorry since you felt you went too far with your words earlier.

But the thing you are unaware of is after Jay heard your voice note, he was raged mad. He’s on the same page with you, emotion taking over his whole body furiously he holds the microphone icon, saying something that he gonna regret as soon after he releases the voice note.

Five minutes passed, the vexation in him starting to cool down, and now the guilt filled him. How can he say something awful to you? He checked on his phone, you still haven’t heard his voice note yet which is good, the probability to fix this is still high. Without wasting any more seconds, Jay grabbed his brown blazer and ran to the parking lot, he still have time to fix this and he doesn’t want to waste it.

Now here he is, hugging you tightly as if you’re about to run away from him.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn't have said that” you murmur, feeling your face turns warm and seconds later your tears fall.

“It’s okay baby. I’m sorry too” he kisses your temple. The last thing he want to be in his life was losing you. Jay couldn't even imagine how his life would be if you leave him, it may sound cliche but it’s the truth. Both of you already spent so much time together and just having a thought of separation is so weird.

“I shouldn't have been so overworked...”

“I'm worried sick about you!” you said, frowning as you look at his handsome face, God you can't even be mad so long to him with that good-looking face.

“I know, that’s why I’m sorry. I’ll try to change this bad habit of mine”

A wide smile could be seen on your face, finally, Jay tries to understand why you hate it when he overworks a lot. Jay’s hands that wrap around your torso loosen as he wipes your tears off from your face.

“You know, I'm too afraid to read your text after I said those words... Let me read—”

“Nope!” Jay quickly grabs your waist and place you on his lap

“Why? I will read it eventually” you pout.

“I’ll tell you what it says, it says I love you”

You scoffed at his words, you are not dumb you know the text could be his angry text and you didn’t wanna ruin the moment, so you give him a chaste kiss on his lips.

How you can get so lucky to have him in your life?

#enhypen imagines #enhypen jay #jay imagines #park jongseong #park jay imagines #enhypen fluff #enhypen jay imagines #enhypen angst #enhypen

[glassartpeasants]

That ending was a stab on the heart from beginning to end I'm gonna steal bob 🏃🏾‍♀️

The One That Got Away

Shigaraki x GN!Reader

Warnings: Angst, cheating, death

A/N: Don’t threaten Bob

~~~

The bed felt different after that night.

2 months ago you had caught Shigaraki cheating on you with someone random woman. You stood in the doorway just watching, trying to find the words to say but nothing came out. It’s only when you dropped your groceries and your present to him is when he noticed your presence.

*flashback*

“Shit! (Y/N) it’s not what it looks like-” He tripped over his words. You said nothing as you just looked at him, knowing that no matter how much you loved him that there was nothing that could ever make you forget this.

“Fuck just say something!” You were still silent as you dropped the groceries you were holding. It just wasn’t clicking for you. How could he do this to you? what had you done wrong?

“What did I do wrong?” Your voice seemed to echo throughout the room. Nobody said anything. Until she spoke up.

“Oh my god, Im so sorry! I didn’t know he was taken! Please forgive me.” The girl spoke as she jumped outta bed and started putting her clothes on.

“It’s okay. I forgive you.” Those words spilled from your mouth before you could actually say anything you meant. The girl had hugged you before saying she was so sorry a final time. Flipping off Shiggy on the way out.

“(Y/N)...i promise we can talk about this.” You just kept looking at him. Those eyes seemed to burn into his soul. He doesn’t think you noticed the tears spilling from your eyes. He was about to say something to you but you started to walk towards him. Thinking he was gonna get hit he just stood still before feeling your part of the bed dip.

He turns around to see you laying there, eyes still open with tears rushing down your face, your clothes of the day still on your body.

Shigaraki tried to put his arms around you but you had hit his hands back. and used your feet to push him to the edge of the bed while you laid clung to the wall.

*flashback over*

Thinking back on it you don’t know why you didn’t just walk away. Maybe you were to tired from being busy and running errands for him all day? Did you want it to be a bad dream and hope to walk up to realize nothing ever happened? Whatever the reason was, you weren’t sure but a part of you wishes that you left that night.

Now you sit at the bar, sitting far away from what use to be your boyfriend, not even taking a glimpse of him and he knew it. You just sat in the corner drinking and looking on your phone until a familiar smell approached you. 

“Oh hey Dabi.”

“Hey there (Y/N), why aren’t you hanging out with crusty over there? He keeps staring at you and the tension in here could be cut with a knife. It’s been two months and apparently everyone said i should ask what's going on.”

“Im not going near him at the moment. We’re on a break per say.” this seemed to peak Dabi’s interest as he leaned closer.

“Oh? Did crusty do something?  Your secret's safe with me, i swear on my soul.” What did it matter if you told Dabi? He already doesn’t respect Shigaraki so why not, plus, so what if that fuck didn’t want anyone knowing, he shouldn’t have cheated when everyone else was sleeping in the base.

“Don’t tell anyone I told you but, 2 months ago I caught Shigaraki cheating on me...” You felt small tears prickle the corner of your eyes. Bringing your hand up to your face you rub it away, hoping to ignore the pain that was banging against your chest.

“What a dick, wanna make him pay?” You look up at Dabi who had a huge grin on his face. You thought about it for a good few seconds before shaking each others hand.

“Once Shigaraki goes out on that mission today, we’ll talk more.” Dabi said before getting up from his seat and grabbing a drink from the bar.

You didn’t know what Dabi had planned but you hoped it would bring Shigaraki the same pain you felt that fateful night 2 months ago.

~~~

You sat on the ground in Dabi’s room as he paced back in forth, coming up with revenge plans. All of them sucked or ended up with you guys might going to Jail.

“New plan, everytime Shigaraki wants to hang out tell him you had plans with me and leave the room. You can go somewhere and i’ll go somewhere with you. Effectively ditching him.” Thinking, you try to come up with all the pros and cons this proposal Dabi shared with you. But soon your hurt over ruled the logical side of you and you agreed to it not a moment later.

“Great! Now all we need is for Shigaraki to ask to hang out with you. Don’t know how long that’ll take though...”

“I usually ignore him after what happened but sometimes he asks to hang out with me whenever its a slow day at the base or if he’s bored.”

“ Well guess we have to wait tell then huh?” Nodding your head, you get up before putting a thumbs up in his direction. You walked out of his room and see Shigaraki sitting at the bar. He must have finished his mission early. You rolled your eyes before sitting on the other side of the bar counter. You could feel shigaraki look at you through father.

“Hey....”

“.....”

“Look im sorry, a-and i know that doesn’t excuse what I did but please-” You got up before he could finishing his sentence as you walked towards your shared bedroom. Going in there use to give you comfort but now everytime you step into that room you see that fateful night over and over again.

You sat on the bed before hearing Shigaraki’s footsteps coming towards the room. Furrowing your brows, you ignore him as you put your shoes on. You needed a little bit of fresh air so you were planning on going to the local park to relax a bit. You weren’t a villain like the rest of them, you were just a simple civilian. Not that you minded really. It was peaceful not fearing for your life everyday and having the fear of failure not on your shoulders.

You didn’t really have a quirk so you just ignored the questions when people asked you if you had one. 

“Can I talk to you?” You were dragged back to reality when Shigaraki’s voice rang through your ears. Annoyed you just answered hoping that the conversation would be short. 

“What do you want?” You voice was snappy and you could feel the venom dripping from it.

“I understand that your mad. And you have every right to be but your not even giving me a chance to redeem myself and-”

“Redeem yourself? Why the hell would I do that? YOU cheated on ME. LIke hell im gonna forgive you so easily.”

“It’s been two months! What happened was in the past!”

“It was in the past my ass. How would you like it to see your lover in bed with another?!”

“I-”

“I felt like my soul died that day. I thought I was your only one! Only to find out that you slept with her! Was she a one time thing or were there more hookups?!” You stood up from the bed as your fists turned white and your anger slowly erupting.

“.....”

“TELL ME DAMNIT!”

“Three...there were three different occasions...” Now the tears were kicking in. You were hoping that it wasn’t true. What if there was more and he was only saying three just to ease your heart?

“Why? Why would you do this to me? What did I do to deserve this?” Your questions were like knives stabbing into Shigaraki’s heart. He wanted to tell you the truth, but he didn’t want your heart to hurt more than it already was.

“Im not going to ask again Shigaraki. You either tell me the truth or I will walk out of this base and never come back.”

“The...the first time it was a drunk accident, the second time Dabi had brought her to the base and one thing led to another. The last one was the same as the second one.”

“Did...did Dabi know about the affair?” You were begging, no pleading for him not to have known. You didn’t know if your heart could take it.

“Yes...” That was it. That was the thing that broke you. Walking up to Shigaraki you pushed past him before flipping him off and saying one final line.

“I would rather die that ever be with you again.” And with that, you left the hideout. You speed walked through the alleys to get to you parked your car. Your friends house was pretty far and you didn’t feel like walking in the dead of night were criminal activity was more active. 

Getting in your car, you turn on the radio and start breaking down. Your tears were blurring your eyesight as you put the car in drive. 

The streets weren’t busy except for the occasion car with some college students. Or drunk people walking along the sidewalk. The sound of the radio blasting songs that were supposed to be happy barley brightened up your mood as you drove down the dark highways.

All of a sudden a bright light hit your eyes from the right side. Some fuck must have had their brights on. But you had the right away so you went. All of a sudden a huge crash rang through your ears and the world became dark.

~~~

A ring came from Shigaraki’s phone. Looking at the clock he noticed it to be 2am. Annoyed he just decided to answer it.

“Hello, this is (hospital name). You were listed under a emergency contact for (Y/N) (L/N).” Shigaraki jolted awake as his hands reached his neck, standing up and already begun to pace the floor of his room.

“Yes did something happen?!”

“At 12am tonight miss (Y/N) was in a car crash. A hit and run to be exact. Their car was totalled after it rolled about 3 times from the speed that the driver hit them. A bystander of the accident called 119. They were in need of surgery immediately once paramedics noticed that they were crushed and bleeding out quickly due to a shard of glass that was stabbed in their chest.”

“Are they okay?!” The doctor on the other end went silent.

“Im deeply sorry for your lost sir. They died during surgery trying to remove the glass that was lodged in their skin. The police are on the look for the suspect. if you wish to see them were on (blank street). Once again, im sorry for your loss. Goodnight sir.” The phone went silent as the doctor hung up. 

Everything seemed to stop as the feared villain feel to his knees. Tears fell from his eyes as his body shook. He realized that now it was impossible to even try. And the last words you had ever said were ‘ you’d rather die than ever be with him again.’ Crying into his hands as his tears made a puddle on the floor.

I guess you took your words seriously.

#shigaraki tomura #tomura shigaraki #Shigaraki #tomura shigaraki x reader #shigaraki x reader #tomura shiragaki #mha #bnha #mha angst #bnha angst #tomura shigaraki angst #:)

[tendousthoughts]

HQ Boys Thinking Their S/O Left Them Pt. 3

Character(s) included: Oikawa & Kyoutani

Requested by: @chibiiichann

Warning(s): Cursing, Mention of bullying [Oikawa], Mention of flinching [Kyoutani], Hints towards readers tough past [Kyoutani]

Song of the day: Trees II by McCfferty

A/N: First off thanks for 200- I know I said it a lot but I’m just so glad! Next, many of you haven’t seen but I have updated a few things. One of the biggest being my name I go by. At the moment I’m trying out Xic. I also noted my pronouns and stuff. Which you can all find on my announcements post. Now back to some more ‘important’ things [though this is important, this is not why you came here!]. Sorry about the long wait for part three! Please read through the warnings again to make sure everything is okay. Thank you for everything. Bye!

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Tag(s): @chibiiichann & @corporeal-terrestrial

Oikawa

He was at it again. Working late nights and shit. You were happy for him. You were. Of course you were. He was back doing what he loved. He was back playing volleyball. With that happiness also came fear and worry. You knew how he was. Everyone who ever met him, knew how he was. He over worked himself. He always did and scared you. No matter how hard he tried not to. He pushed himself past his limits. Even after the doctor already told him, if he didn’t ease up on the practice, his knee would get even worse. But he was Oikawa Tōru. Determined and intelligent.

It was ten thirty and he already missed your date. Which you expected to happen, but it still kind of hurt. You tried calling for the fifth time that night, but you were met with the same thing. After a few rings it went to voicemail.

“Hey! You’ve reached the voicemail of Oikawa Tōru, thank you for calling! At the moment I’m busy but I promise after I’m done I’ll call you back. If you want, leave me a message and I’ll get back to you. Byeee!”

You waited all night for him to come home around twelve thirty. He looked tired. Extremely tired and to be honest that pissed you off more. Not only did he not respond but he over worked himself again, and when he woke up the next night sore, you were the one who would have to take care of him.

Instead of bringing it up you waited for the morning. Not wanting to have this conversation while he was tired. It would feel like you were talking to yourself, and he wouldn’t understand. So you went to bed with him and by the morning he was already up before you.

You went to the kitchen to find him shuffling through your medication bin. “Are you sore?” You ask, looking at him.

“I’ll be fine, I just need breakfast and some medicine,” he muttered. He couldn’t have cared less. At least that’s what it looked like. He didn’t even spare you a glance.

“Maybe you should listen. You know, lay off volleyball practice for a day or something. Try to lesson the hours and stuff..” You looked back at him for his reaction.

“Can’t. If I ease up I’ll never be able to catch up.” He finally looked to you now, finding the medicine.

“I mean I think you will be fine. It is taking over your whole life and stuff so I just don’t want it to be a bigger issue. Like you know.. with your knees and stuff.” Your eyes are pinned on him.

“I told you not to worry about my knee, and it’s not taking up my life okay? It has and will always be my life. It’s the only thing I’m good at. So no, I'm not going to take a break.” He snapped at you. Which caught you off guard.

“It is… It is taking up your life,” you replied which made his face change.

“You don’t understand how it is like me. You don’t! I understand you don’t have anything you're good at and shit. But you have to understand that I actually have goals in life okay? You have to understand that my fucking life won’t revolve around you and how you feel when I do something. It won’t and never will. You and I are together because I feel like having you around. Because you know what, volleyball is the only thing that distracts me from leaving. Volleyball is the only thing I can do to escape you!” He screamed.

It takes a few seconds for the weight of his words to sink into your skin. But here’s the thing. You knew what you were up against when you started dating him. He just lit a fuse in you. A spark that made an explosion of feelings hit you. When it did you couldn’t control your words. “After all that practice I wondered why you never made it to nationals. I mean seriously. You need a distraction from me, right? Your always doing it, and get you can’t even fucking get to nationals. Not only that but I can see why your last girlfriend left you. You're a dick. You can’t remember a fucking date. A fucking date we have been planning for weeks. Oh wait, let me correct that, a date I’ve been planning for weeks. Not only that but I took my fucking time to work around your schedule. For you not to even send a message.” You spat out. You looked down at him, “I wonder sometimes if everyone was right. You and me. Never belonged. I’m just a distraction from such a ‘handsome’ and ‘kind’ person.”

He looked hurt at first, but then again he started it and intended to finish it. “I can see why your whole family doesn’t talk to you. You always think you're the best or something. Maybe I remembered the date. Have you ever thought of that? Maybe I didn’t wanna hangout with you. Maybe I didn’t want to hear you nagging me every fucking second. You know what? I can see why people fucking hate you. Bully you and shit. Your such a fucking selfish freak.”

“What..?” You looked at him. You told him you were bullied, because you thought of him as your safe space. You thought of him as the only person who understood you. You felt safe when he was around you. You felt understood. To use that against you. To say you deserved it. To say you deserved to get hurt. To get shamed. To get everything that happened to you… it was your fault?

“What are you too dumb to understand?” He laughed at you. Hatred and venom spilling from his lips. “Awe.. look at the baby. You should be grateful I didn't break up with you. You should be thankful because I’m the only reason you're even someone.”

Tears filled your eyes. “God fucking damn it.” You muttered softly. You weren’t going to allow him to take you down. You were stronger then he would ever understand. “You really think anyone wants to hang out with you..? Do you fucking think anyone find you a good person..? Your just a fucking pretty face, okay? Your nothing compared to anyone else on your team. You might not realize it but to be honest sometimes I do want to be set free. Set free from this shitty relationship okay? That’s the truth. Sometimes I get sick of having to take care of you. When your fucking sore before you over works your self again. I am the only one trying to keep you okay. I’m the only one who actually thinks about the long run. No matter how hard you practice in the end you won’t even be able to walk. Let alone play volleyball and shit. You know what sometimes I get sick of being the only fucking one trying to keep us together.”

“Then maybe you should give up okay. Maybe we should finally go our separate ways. I mean after all, you're too easy.” He was hurt. He just blurted out whatever he thought would hurt you the most. Which fucking worked. Before you had said anything more he had left the room, leaving you stunned.

It took a moment but before you knew it you were out of the house, crying and walking the farthest away from your shared house as you could. “Fuck..” you whisper. Did he really not want to be with you..? You should have known. This relationship wasn’t a relationship. You barely talked. You felt alone. So fucking alone.

It took an hour for him to fully cool down. When he walked out of the room he was expecting you to be waiting for him. He was expecting everything to be okay. When he was met with the emptiness. The emptiness of you being actually gone. He was met with the realization that his words were taken just how he thought he wanted them to be.

You on the other hand we’re at the park blasting music in your ears. Forcing the thoughts to be pushed deep down. Forcing you to forget everything. Everything that hurts you. Maybe it would be best if you guys did go your separate ways..? You knew this wasn’t good for your mental health. But fuck that. This was the only thing that made you feel grounded. Made you feel okay. When he wasn’t with you or practicing he was out with friends, drinking and partying. You couldn’t continue to live like this. So maybe it would be best to let go. To give up on everything and everything you loved… your everything was him. You always argued and at this point you felt sick. Thinking about it just broke you. You had no more tears to cry, with your tear stained cheeks you decided to go back. To your home. It was over. Everything you had built up was coming crashing down.

On his side he was freaking out. He knew he was in the wrong. He knew there was no excuse for what he did to you, but what could he say? You were gone already. It took a bit for him to get to the nerve to call you. To his surprise he heard the sound of your ringing phone. So you left it. Maybe you were going to come back. Maybe you will and then everything will be okay again. Maybe everything would be perfect. It was a small chance but that's all he could hold on to.

When you walked in it was quiet, but there were soft whimpers and cries coming from your shared room. Gently you knocked on the door and waited for a response. You were surprised when you immediately heard a stumble and then were met with a hug. Your shoulder almost immediately feels wet to the touch. “Ba.. Oikawa..?” You muttered.

“Please don’t call me that.. please..” He muttered softly. His face buried deep into your clothes.

You kinda ignored his response. “I came back to get my stuff. I took into consideration what you said and I realized that you don’t deserve to be distracted by me all the time..” You whispered softly. “So like you said earlier.. I think it is best if we stop seeing each other.. entirely because I don’t know if I could let you go otherwise..”

His arms tightened around you, “C..can we please talk about it first.. please..” his nightmare was coming true, and maybe it was dumb but he didn’t realize how much he needed you.

“There’s nothing to talk about.. I don’t understand why you want to make it harder on me. I gave you what you wanted okay..? You can practice your heart out and hangout with your friends and stuff okay? You can finally find someone who will fit all your needs. You and I both know that I will never be what you want. So maybe it would be best if we just let go..”

“No… please no.. that’s not what I want.. I want to make it up to you and be there for you and I want to make you happy and I want everything to be perfect. I know I messed up okay? I don’t deserve you and I don’t know what came over me today because you're everything I’ve ever wanted. I know I don’t deserve it and there’s no excuse for what I said or did… I know I should let you find someone better but I love you. I love you so fucking much. I know I’ve been lacking and I want to make up for it. I want to be someone you want to be around again.. I love you so fucking much okay? I should have been there. I shouldn’t have said the things I did. I know I don’t deserve a second chance but please.. just one more.. I promise I’ll make it up to you.” He didn’t want to let go of everything.

“I’m sorry too.. you didn’t deserve it. I’m sorry for everything and that’s why I want to let you go. To find someone who will not hurt you like I hurt you.. You and I both know that I can't resist it. I don’t know why you do this to me.. pull me back.. you have one more chance… Please don’t make me regret it. I really love you but this.. this isn’t going to work if we do what we are doing now okay? We will just tear each other more and more apart..” you whispered gently, kissing his head. Your arms finally meet his back as you hold him. “I’m sorry.. but I’ve got you now baby. I love you so fucking much..”

Kyoutani

Kyoutani was the type of person most people would never understand. Not because they were “difficult” or anything.. they just never took the time too. Well other than you. You were different. You understood his outburst and such. But at the same time you were human. There was only so much you could take. There was only so much you would take.

When he came into the locker room you were already waiting for him. He had been thrown out of the game for fighting with a few people. You knew he was frustrated. You could hear the crowd from a mile away shouting to kick him off. It was harsh. Even for ‘mad dog’ which he hated to be called. He hated to be tied to an animal.. and always being an angry reck. Anybody would. But of course nobody understood other than you. When he sat on the bench you immediately rushed over.

“Baby.. I’m sorry.. You didn’t deserve that.. just ignore them, please. I know it’s hard but their not important okay..?” You we’re just trying to comfort him. But there were times when Kyoutani couldn’t control himself. Like any other person when they get looked down at every fucking moment of their lives. When they are ridiculed and laughed at all the time. When they are nothing more than an angry person.. Sometimes there is nothing more to do than be the person everyone so desperately makes you out to be.

“Not important? Not important! I just got fucking kicked from the game because of them chanting to kick me. They didn’t even fucking have the decency to call me by my name. So don’t tell me it’s okay and that their opinion on me doesn’t matter. Because quite frankly their opinion is the only one that matters it seems.” He lashed out.

“I didn’t mean to upset you. It’s just that.. it wasn’t entirely their fault. You were arguing with the other team members.” You muttered. It wasn’t meant to do any harm, just for him to keep in mind.

“Are you serious right now.? Nobody else got kicked. Nobody. If they can’t handle a little trash talking, maybe they shouldn’t play a sport. I mean seriously there’s no need for them to tell the referees to kick me.” He started raising his voice when he spoke.

“I know it’s just that.. maybe you should try and not trash talk you know?” You whispered softly, retreating a bit.

“What?” He looked annoyed. “God ducking damn it. How can you be so cute but so fucking annoying. I mean seriously how can someone with such a face be so fucking dumb and so annoying?” His hands were balled into fist

“I..I don’t understand, can you tell me why you act so sweet..? Then so cold the next moment..? You don’t mean it right..? Please say you don’t mean it.” You were worried you loved him but god it was hard. It was hard to respond when your friends asked about your relationship. It was hard when they flaunted their perfect relationship and then asked about yours. Its was so fucking hard.

“Do you think I would say it otherwise..?” He looked at you. He laughed at you as he saw your pitiful expression. God it was almost sickening how much he saw that expression. That expression that nobody else had ever shown him. The one of worry  but at the same time already knowing it was coming. He loved it. He loved everything about you. But most of the time you pissed him off. This relationship wasn’t healthy. But for god sake you already started counseling. But fuck this was a bad idea.

Silence. Nothing could come out. You wanted to scream. You wanted to forget this. You wanted it to stop. Everything to stop.

“Answer me.” He punched the wall next to you. Fear spreading all over your face. Fuck. Fuck. Not here. Please no. He gripped your warm face making it so cold in seconds. Forcing you to look at him he laughed at your crying face. But when you didn’t stop for a minute he immediately backed away. He fucked up. He knew he fucked up. “Wait I’m sorry baby..” he muttered.

“Please stop. Please. I won’t do it again.” Flashbacks we’re pulling you way too far out. You were drowning. No one was around to save you. He was laughing as you begged to be saved, pushing you deeper into your own pool of your own thoughts. You were so cold. The next second you were able to move back to the surface.

Realization hit as he stepped back. “I..I am sorry..” he muttered softly as he left the room without another word leaving his mouth. Words were banging on his lips but he knew if he spilled them out everything out it would just hurt you ten times more.

You got up five minutes later, finally pulled back to reality and decided to get up. Grabbing your stuff you walked back into the stadium. Waving a small wave to the rest of his team before exiting. Confusion was read all over as they saw your tear stained face. To be honest, all that was running through your mind was that you didn’t want Kyoutani to break up with you. You didn’t want to be alone, again. You didn’t want to be just another one of his ex’s. So for the better of both of you it would be best to leave him be. To let him cool off.. for him to feel better.

He was freaking out. He fucked up. You. You were his everything, not only that but you were more than just that. You were like a fucking rainbow at the end of a rainy day. You were his partner in crime. You made him feel normal, you made him feel safe, and loved. He couldn’t believe he just put that all in danger. He just put everything on the line because of some stupid game. He hit the wall hard, “fuck me. I’m sorry y/n..” he muttered as he sank to the floor and balled up. Tears burning through his eyes. He did the one thing he promised you that he would protect you from. You became the one thing he was always scared of becoming. He loved you so much, he love you so fucking much.

You left and got into your car. Sinking into your seat you locked the doors, and hit the steering wheel. Taking a deep breath salty tears rolled down your already stained face. Placing the key in and turning it the car started. Next thing you knew you had left wherever you could go. You loved him. So fucking much. But it was hard to be okay when he acted so fucking rough with you. It was hard to stay calm and not imagine your past relationship in this one. You tried. You really did but god it was hard to feel okay, feel okay about everything happening around you. It was too much. So fucking much. It made your head hurt.

When the game ended Kyoutani was still freaking out, now moved back into the lockers. He didn’t know what he was expecting but he knew he hoped you would still be there. God damn it. He fucked up. You had left. You were gone. Tears brimming his eyes as he teammates walked in. Now mentioning it to his teammates their faces seemed to change. More salty fucking tears left his eyes, as he heard about what type of pain you looked like you were in.

You headed back to your shared place. Unsure where else to go. You weren’t close with your family anymore. You had no friends. You had no work buddies. You had nobody but Kyoutani and in turn, now you were left alone with the thought of everything being gone. Ripped right out of your hands as you're forced to watch your whole world come crumbling down on you. You placed your stuff down on the side and laid on the bed. It smelled just like safety. Just like Kyoutani. You just wanted to be held. You just wanted everything to be perfect, again. To be okay at least. You needed him more than anything.

After a night out he finally made it back to your shared place. He didn’t want to be back without you, but you weren’t answering and he didn’t know what else to do. When he walked into the apartment he slowly walked into your shared room. There he saw you. Laying in bed cuddled up in the blankets. Slowly and carefully he walked up. Not wanting to cause you any more hurt. He missed you. Even for a few hours he had felt like he hadn’t seen you in years. But maybe that was because he thought that’s what might have happened. Maybe he thought you had left for good. Maybe he thought he would never have the chance to apologize. Never have the chance to hold you again. When he reached the bed he noticed that you were awake. “Hey y/n..” he muttered softly. The silence was killing him. “I’m so sorry. I know I fucked up. I promised to make you feel safe and protected around me. I made a promise to keep you safe and protected. I broke both of those. I fucked up. I know I did. I lashed out again. I did exactly what everyone says I do. I just get so fucking heated for no reason and I know I shouldn’t and I know I should just relax. But I feel like if I do the worlds would burn though my throat and then it would just explode.. and I know it’s stupid and I know I end up hurting you more. I know that there is no good reason to do that. But I just.. I don’t know. You're the only one that makes me feel normal okay..? I know it’s not fair. I know it’s not. You just make me feel like whenever I’m with you that I’m floating. I just want everything to be okay again. I want everything to be back to normal. I know I should give you space but I missed you so much. I don’t want you to leave, please don’t leave..” he was crying again. He barely had any tears left to cry. He wanted to hold you but he knew it was a stupid idea. “I’m sorry for being so selfish.. but please..”

You never really heard him or saw him crack. But fuck. It hurts you so much. To see him beg for you to stay with him. What were you supposed to do..? Leave him now? That was never even the plan. You didn’t have a plan to be honest. You sat up biting your lip before you gently held him. “Hey baby it will be okay.. calm down I’ve got you.. I’m not going anywhere now. I promise you I’m not going anywhere.” You muttered softly. He melted into your touch. He knew he didn’t deserve it but he felt like he couldn’t breathe. “Shush… I’ve got you.. take a deep breath..” you mumbled softly kissing his head as he took deep breaths. Soon enough he was relaxed in your arms again. “You know and I know that I love you so much. But there’s a line between where I can take it and I can’t. I understand you get frustrated but I don’t deserve to be treated like that. I don’t deserve to be scared of being hit.. and I know we both know that. I try to be understanding but you need to try to be too okay..? I love you so much.. more than you might believe but Kyoutani I can’t handle being in a relationship with you if you're constantly annoyed or angry with me. I think we deserve to be happy.. and if that means needing to take a break then we would have to okay? You need to work on communicating. I know it can be hard.. but please..” you whispered. Tears flowing down your soft skin again. It was getting a lot. So it would be best if you told him… you needed him to understand.

He gently shook his head. He understood. He knew he was in the wrong. He knew he was lucky for you to be holding him.. for him to even still be in a relationship with you let alone it be still a romantic one. He loved you and he knew you didn’t deserve anything that he put you through. In the end all that mattered was you in his eyes. He was going to change.. he was. “I promise.. thank you y/n..” he whispered softly. Gently he wrapped his arms around you. “I love you so much..” he muttered. Everything would be okay.. he knew it was going to be now. All that mattered was that you were safe. That you were happy.. that you were in his arms again.

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[salazarslytherin]

headcanon - the boys react to you being a snake animagus

requested: yes! [How do you think characters like cedric, tom and lupin would find out / or react to you shape shifting into a snake like nagini ? male reader pls... but only if you can] send in your own request here!

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cw / tw: nothing much? i think, mention of sexual content (?), does dry humping count as smut??, dirty talk

a/n: i think this should be alright... i don't really write headcanons but hopefully this is what you were looking for anon! also idk if being an animagus = parseltongue but we’ll pretend it does. if you like it please like/comment/reblog to boost x

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cedric diggory

so the way he finds out that you were a snake animagus was completely unintentional, and not very pleasurable

your animagus form being a snake meant that sometimes you just liked to go out and slither around in the sun

today you knew that cedric was going to be busy studying so you decided to go and do just that

however what you hadn't realised was that he was going to be studying for herbology and therefore was going to be down by the greenhouses to look for professor sprout

so you were slithering around the greenhouses, you knew sprout didn't care about snakes because she respected nature and all things natural, so sometimes you went inside to see whether you catch people sneaking around

especially because it was winter, and it was cold outside.

you didn't want to die as a snake in the winter

but today instead of spotting an underground couple, you had slithered on top of a table only to find cedric walking into the room

and he didn't notice you but you forgot you were a snake for a second and hissed out 'cedric?!' in parseltongue

he only heard a hiss and fell backwards as he saw a python darting towards him, letting out a very high-pitched scream

you tried to move closer towards him to make sure he was okay, but the boy just scrambled backwards, his legs paralyzed by fear

THAT was when you realised that you were still in your animagus form, and turned back into a human sheepishly, kneeling above him

he also let out a scream as you turned, but when he realised it was you he was so relieved that he just pulled you down by your tie, kissing you passionately because oh my god i thought i was gonna die thank helga it was just you baby

but then immediately after a quick make-out session on the floors of the green house he pushed you away and basically screamed "when the hell did you learn how to do that?!"

which meant that you had to, very shamefully, explain to your prefect boyfriend that you had done this very illegal thing because you were bored one summer and just decided to try it out

he then proceeded to chew you out for a good two minutes, still lying on the floor of the greenhouse, before making out with you again because "even though i thought i was going to die you're somehow equally as handsome as a snake darling my goodness"

remus lupin

so the reason you became an animagus was just so you could be with remus during the full moon

however the issue was that you were a snake, and so when remus found out that your animagus form was a snake he got really worried

"what if moony doesn't react well to you? i don't want to hurt you darling."

he then proceeded to spend about an hour listing all the reasons why you should not go with the marauders to the shrieking shack, which basically meant he repeated that he could murder you a hundred times

but of course, you, like the rest of the marauders, did not listen, and all of you went to spend the full moon with remus

after remus turned, which by the way was agonizing to watch and you made a mental reminder to pelt him with chocolate tomorrow, moony came towards you tentatively, sniffing out the strange reptile that he'd never seen before

but after discerning that you weren't a threat, all of your animalistic forms got along quite well

you'd found a lot of pleasure chasing wormtail around, in fact

when morning came, you had to go off to rest in your dormitory but not before sending remus off to the infirmary, promising to meet him after your classes that day

when you went, the boy immediately pulled you into a kiss, throwing the book that he'd been reading away

"you stupid brave boy. i could've killed you."

when you removed all the chocolate you’d brought for him from his pockets he finally shut up about his ‘would have been’ murder to stuff his face, before saying it to you again through chocolate stuffed cheeks

he only fully shut up when you kissed him roughly, shoving your tongue into his mouth, which he very much welcomed, and pulled away tasting distinctly of chocolate and remus

tom riddle

for tom, it was a very, very pleasant experience when he found out you were a snake animagus

it had happened while the two of you were in bed, only two days after you’d completed your first transformation

tom was on top of you, grinding his crotch against yours

and when he was in the mood, tom is a very vocal person – liking to voice what he wanted to do to you or how badly he needed you

however, he’d often get lost in the moment, slipping in and out of parseltongue

which is a massive turn on

so as he rutted against you, tom started hissing in parseltongue

🐍 fuck baby you're so hot, i can feel how hard you are against me 🐍

and because it was the first time you'd ever understood parseltongue, it didn't register in your mind, but you hissed back

🐍 you too tom, fuck i love the way you feel against me. so good to me baby. 🐍

tom stopped for a moment, and got off of you

"did–did you just respond to me in parseltongue?"

you looked up at him and your eyes were still glassy with lust, and you didn't know what he was talking about

"what are you talking about tom?"

he got off of you, kind of angry but also kind of turned on

"are you a parselmouth? why did you never tell me?"

you got up really confused, but then it suddenly dawned on you

"oh, uh, i–"

tom got off his bed, pacing around the room

"why the fuck didn't you tell me? do you not trust me?!"

you got up as well and tried to calm him down

"no! tom wait listen to me!"

he didn't, obviously, because he's tom riddle and he doesn't understand that he needs to listen to other people sometimes

"tom!"

you basically screamed his name and then turned into your animagus form on the spot

the boy just stood in front of you, staring down at you on the ground

"you–you're an animagus?!"

you turned back and look at him sheepishly, rubbing the back of your neck awkwardly

"i only managed it two days ago... i was going to surprise you but..."

🐍 i guess i'm a parselmouth now too... surprise? 🐍

the boy's pupils just blew wide, and he didn't answer

only pushing you onto the bed, his mouth devouring yours

you were in for a long night

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[marquez-junky8920]

Hey, I'd like to request Fabio Quartararo imagine. Could you put the arm pump thing into a story? Once he was undergoing surgery he was also got some anesthesia and when you are under anesthesia, you can say literally everything. And Fabio told that he might choose Tom over you bcz he's questioning himself(?). However you love him although it hurts.

If you can go on with the story, that would be nice. I'm also down for some smutty :))

Thank you! Have a wonderful day and night!

Pump It

(I love his tattoos so much. 😍 They're so cool.)

"Quartararo clearly in a lot of pain right now. A terrible series of events as he can no longer continue." the commentator spoke through the tv in the pits. You had no idea what was wrong with him, but he was holding his arm like it was in a sling. He couldn't move it when he drove back to the pits without writhing in pain.

"Baby are you okay?" you asked, slightly panicked as you had never seen him in this kind of pain before.

"Oh I'm just peachy." he joked, wincing as his arm began to throb while the medics were called.

"What happened?" you asked, trying to keep him talking so he could put his focus somewhere else.

"I don't know. I went into a turn and my arm went completely numb. Fucking arm pump again..." he sighed, letting his head drop back in his chair. You could tell he was putting on a tough face for you because he closed his eyes and clenched his jaw a few times. You knew that when he clenched his jaw, his pain was unbearable and that broke your heart.

"C'mon, let's get you to the hospital." you said, helping him up into the ambulance.

"How's your pain level?" the paramedic asked him. Fabio gave him a funny glare.

"There is no scale of 1-10 right now because my pain broke the damn scale." he laughed, holding your hand trying to distract himself from the pain.

Arriving at the hospital, he was able to walk in with you and they immediately checked him in and began prepping him for surgery.

"How you feeling?" you asked, sitting next to his hospital bed as you waited for the doctor to bring him to the operating room. He turned his head over to look at you and weakly smiled.

"I hurt, but I'm alright. Nothing I haven't been through before." he ran his thumb over the back of your hand. "And also, they have me on a morphine drip so I feel fucking fantastic right now." he laughed, showing you the needle in his arm that was supplying the morphine.

"You got the good drugs." you chuckled, standing up to kiss his forehead as he leaned into your touch.

"You gotta promise to make it through surgery." you said, resting your forehead on his.

"I promise. I'm not going to leave you, I promise." he kissed your lips right before the doctor walked in.

"Third time's a charm Fabio." the doctor joked, having done this procedure 2 different times on Fabio already.

"Hi, I'm Dr. Reyhardt." he smiled, reaching out his hand to shake yours.

"Hi Dr.. Nice to meet you."

"Alright, so here's what we're looking at today. We've just got to go in right here and divide the fascia to reduce the pressure and intense cramping you're feeling. Once we do that, we stitch you up and you're all done." he explained, more to you than to Fabio since you were nervous.

"What is the fascia?" you asked.

"The fascia is the tissue that encases each muscle compartment in the arm, but we'll only be operating on the one that is damaged."

"Okay. How long does this normally take?"

"Usually about an hour. He's going to be a bit groggy when you see him again because he'll be completely under anethesia, but other than that, he shouldn't be much different than right now."

"What's the recovery time?"

"If the recovery guide is followed step by step, he should be able to return to normal after about 2 or 3 weeks. Just make sure you have plenty of pain medication at home. He will need it. We will provide you with an ice pack to take home with you so that if the swelling gets too bad, you can wrap the area in the ice pack for about 10 minutes."

"Okay. Thank you so much doctor. Take good care of him for me." you said, holding back some tears as the nurses wheeled Fabio out of the room to the operating room.

And now the worst part - waiting.

An hour and a half had passed as you were in the waiting room. You were watching a video on your phone to distract yourself from overthinking when you heard footsteps. Looking up, Dr. Reyhardt walked up from the hallway and smiled at you as he walked to you.

"Surgery went well. Like I said before, he's a little groggy, but you can come back to see him if you'd like." the doctor said, leading you to his hospital room where Fabio was recovering. The nurses had just finished setting everything up in the room so they were on their way out as you came in, leaving you and Fabio alone.

"You're not Tom." he said, frowning his eyebrows when he looked at you. "Get Tom."

"Shh I'm here honey." you said, ignoring his ramblings from the anethesia.

"No, get Tom. I don't want you here to see me like this. Get out." he mumbled, a frown falling on your face as he pushed you away from his bed.

"Baby, Tom isn't here. He's on vacation." you said, holding back tears again as you talked.

"Am I going to race again? Do I deserve to?" he asked, eyes wide in shock as his brain tricked him.

"Of course you're going to race again. And of course you deserve to race. What makes you question that?" you asked, running your hand through his hair as he sniffled lightly. Looking down at his face, he was crying.

"I don't deserve to race anymore. And I don't deserve you. You're too good to me." he sniffled again. It pained you to see him cry because you loved him so much. You didn't put any merit in his words though since he was still under anesthesia.

"That's not something you need to worry about baby. Just relax. You are really out of it right now, aren't you?" you asked, pulling his blanket up to his stomach as he nodded his head like a little kid and pouted his bottom lip.

"It's gonna be okay, love." you sighed, kissing his hand as he offered you a loopy smile.

"You're really pretty." he giggled.

"Yeah, you're out of it." you snorted out a laugh and leaned back in your chair. About 45 minutes passed by and the doctor came back in to check on his state of mind. He couldn't leave the hospital until he was fully out of the anesthesia. After a quick exam, the doctor cleared him to leave and processed his discharge paperwork. You walked slowly with Fabio out of the hospital and to your car in the parking lot. Your parents had been very helpful and dropped off your car so that you could drive him home afterwards.

"There we go. You alright?" you asked after you buckled his seatbelt. He nodded, his face still scrunched slightly in a little bit of discomfort.

"Let's get you home."

Luckily, this race was in France, so you and Fabio lived only about a half hour from the hospital. The drive was easy, and when you got home, you helped him out of the car since he was a little bit dizzy from the drugs he was on.

Getting inside and sitting him down on the bed, you put the covers over his legs since it was a bit cold outside. Since you'd both been travelling for the race season, you turned off the heat in the house since no one was going to be here, and my god was it cold. You turned the heat on and it slowly began to warm up again.

"Do you need me to get you anything?" you asked, putting his pain medication next to the bed and getting him a bottle of water.

"Not right now, no. Thank you. For everything." he stopped you, holding your hand and giving you a warm smile. "I love you."

"I love you too." you kissed his lips and went to change your clothes before jumping into bed with him to watch tv. As the show played, you thought about what he had said in the hospital about him not deserving you. When a commercial came on, you muted the tv and asked him about it.

"Baby, do you remember anything after you got ouf of surgery?" you asked, looking up at him from your spot on his lap.

"Not really. Why?" he asked, a certain rasp to his voice that made your insides twitch a little bit.

"You said something that's making me wonder if you really feel this way. You were adamant that you wanted Tom because you didn't deserve me and you wanted me to get out." you said, playing with the drawstrings on his sweatpants.

"Holy crap I was out of it." he laughed.

"Yes you were. But did you mean that? Do you really feel like that?"

"If I'm being honest, sometimes yes. You take such good care of me and you're always so forgiving and kind to me. Sometimes I don't feel that I'm worthy of that because I can lose my temper." he said, running his hand through your hair as you stayed with your head on his lap.

"But you know I do all of that because I love you. And you know I'll stand up to you if you say something out of line or something to deliberately hurt me. I've done it before." you said. "I don't want you thinking that I deserve better. You're my world Fabio and even when it gets difficult, I don't want better. I want you. Forever and always." you said, leaning up to kiss him, his good hand coming up to hold the back of your neck so you couldn't pull away. He groaned lightly when you poked your tongue through his lips and lightly sucked on his tongue.

"You really wanna pull that? When I'm injured? That's dirty." he smirked at the devious glint in your eye.

"Yeah, well you love it." you chuckled, kissing his neck as his breathing visibly increased.

"I can't do much babe." he said, a slight hint of disappointment in his voice.

"I know. That's why you're not gonna do anything, and my mouth is going to do all the work." you whispered deviously in his ear, a low groan falling from his lips as you kissed down his bare chest. He couldn't wear a shirt with the sling he had on, so he'd been bare chested this entire time.

Right when you got to the hem of his sweatpants, you kissed across his stomach and to both of his hips before slowly pulling them down while glaring your eyes up at him and smirking. As the material revealed more of him, you made sure to kiss every bit that was now exposed.

"You're so good to me too." you said lowly, only loud enough for his ears to hear.

"Treat me so good. God I love you." you kissed where his v-line was and smirked up at him looking down at you.

"And of course it's a bonus that you always fuck me so good." you breathed, placing a kiss on the tip of his now exposed cock. He sighed and leaned his head back against the headboard at the feeling of your mouth. He couldn't get enough of your blowjobs. You were so in tune with him that whatever reaction you got out of him, you didn't stop until you got that very same reaction time and time again.

"God that mouth is dangerous... Oh fuck." he groaned, thrusting into your mouth as you deepthroated him all at once. His good hand came to rest at the back of your head to bring your hair into a makeshift ponytail. You slowly took his cock out of your mouth, leaning backwards enough so that he could see the string of drool still connecting him to you. You took him in your hand and slowly stroked him, swirling your tongue around his tip in the process. You reveled in his groans and the way his hips would jerk out of oversensitivity when you sucked at his tip harshly.

"So, so good to me." you whispered, holding his dick to his stomach as you looked up at him while you place open mouth kisses all the way up to his tip. You knew that was always a way to get him to run wild. After you got to his tip, you took him back into your mouth and went all the way down until your nose touched his pelvic bone.

"Ohhh my god. Stop doing that or I'm gonna cum right here." he groaned breathily, his hand pulling your hair to try and pull you off of him. When he was met with resistance from you, he growled lowly before cursing to himself.

"Fuck it."

He kept your hair in a ponytail and used it as a way to pull and push you down onto him all the while his hips thrusted into your mouth.

"Shit... I'm gonna cum." he groaned, his chest rising and falling at a faster rate now. His hand dropped your hair and gripped the sheets beneath him and he watched you regain control. You went back to sucking harshly at his tip and giggled when his muscles twitched lightly in response to you.

"Fuck, right there. Don't stop." he cried out, his hand reaching out for yours as he was so close to falling off the edge of that enticing cliff.

"Cum for me, love." you whispered, taking his dick back in your mouth and continuing to move your head up and down.

"Ahhhh shit." he sighed, his cum coating the inside of your mouth as he watched you continue to suck him off. You figured you'd give him a little show in the process, so you opened your mouth right when you got to his tip and let his cum drip back down his length. You winked at him before licking stripes up the length of his cock to swallow his cum.

"You are so sexy. Goddamn..." he groaned, pulling you up to him to kiss you and taste himself on your tongue. You made out with him for a few moments before pulling away and smiling at him.

"I bet your arm doesn't hurt anymore." you laughed.

"Oh it does, but that just made it a hell of a lot more tolerable." he used his good hand to run underneath your shorts and squeeze your bare ass.

"Don't start something you can't finish." you breathed out, gasping when he gave a light slap to the back of your thigh.

"Who said I wasn't going to finish what I started? Nothing on my face is broken." he said, smirking suggestively at you as you made the connection and blushed.

"Time to take your throne princess." he said, laying down on the bed and pulling you to hover over his face. His arm may have been unable to work, but his tongue was certainly capable of handling you with no problem at all.

END

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[xtinyaurora]

Mafia!Ateez Reaction: Their Y/N is a spy from another gang; part 2

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➼ requested?: yes, but I lost the request

➼ genre: mafia au

➼ pairing: mafia!ateez x neutral!reader

➼ Word-count: 2,1k+

➼ Warnings: nsfw content, strong language, cursing, hints of spanking, abuse, violence, degrading, humiliating, punching, punishments, pet names, death threads / mentions of death, dark themes,...

➼ Note: This is not based on their real behavior or meant to represent real life. This is simply a fan fiction and is only for the purposes of fun, it’s a hobby. Read at your own risk!

➼ A/N note: I don’t know how to feel about this but here you go. Oh and: there’s a tiny bit of fluff and angst included, enjoy!

➼ First part

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Park Seonghwa

Exactly one month has passed since Seonghwa caught you and brought you back. One month since you lost your family and friends. Seonghwa made sure that there were no survivors. Since the day he bought you back, you were locked in the basement, Seonghwa always making sure to give you your daily punishment. You slowly started to belive that he lost all his love for you and wanted you to die as slow and painful as possible. You tried everything to explain why you did what you did, even begging one of his men for help, but it was no use. When night time came around, Seonghwa entered the basement, same expression as usual. When he approached your chained figure, he pulled out a knife. You started to panic, hectically shaking your head. „Pshhh” He placed his left index finger on his lips. Tears started to split out of your eyes. This was it, he is going to kill you. When he went behind your back and grabbed your throat, you closed your eyes, not ready to die. He slowly traced the knife over your neck. The only thing that could be heard were your sobs but then Seonghwas chuckle broke the silence, your eyes opening again. „Dumb pet, did you really think I would kill you? I think I made you learn your lesson, no? Stop crying now, I don’t want your eyes to be puffy when we go out for dinner. Oh and Y/N, better appreciate my tolerance and start learning all the rules I’ve set for you once I bought you back up. Remember, it’s all up to me on how your live looks like. Now let’s go get ready, the car is already waiting.”

Kim Hongjoong

Your body felt sore, head spinning. You tried to reach out for your phone but your hands were tied on the bed. You closed your eyes. When you looked around, there was no sign of your lover. You thought about a way to free yourself but you knew it would be no use. You signed out loudly. You barely remembered the previous night, only knowing that you got beaten. Right at that moment, Hongjoong walked into your shared bedroom, with only a towel covering his lower body. „Good morning.” You didn’t respond, only staring at him. Hongjoong probably didn’t like your silence, that’s why he made his way towards you, angry mode on. „Was all the beating yesterday not enough, do you want me to beat you again?” You shook your head. „I’m sorry. Good morning.” A smile creeped on his face. „Good girl / boy.” He then please a soft kiss on your forehead, starting to talk again. „We will have a talk after the Meeting. Rest for a bit, I know I went a bit too hard on you yesterday but you deserved it. Sorry, doll. One of the maids will come and bring you some food. Be good until I return.”

Jeong Yunho

„Mr. Jeong Yunho, do you promise to be a lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death does you apart?” Yunho smiled. „I do.” Then it was your turn. „And do you Mr. / Mrs. Y/L/N Y/N, promise to be a lawfully wedded wife / husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death does you apart?” You breathed out loudly, nodding your head. „I do.” You felt how Yunhos nervousness wanised away. „You may kiss each other now.” Was the last thing the priest said. Yunho did what he was told, immediately reaching out for you and placing a soft kiss on your lips. After your wedding, both of you made your way straight to his private jet, going on your planned vocation. „Are you exited?” You didn’t hear what he said, lost on your thoughts. „Y/N, I am talking to you.” „Hm?” He shook his head. „This is supposed to be one of the best days in your life but you don’t seem happy. What is wrong?” „I'm fine Yunho, I was just dreaming around.” Silence. „Is it because I killed your family and that they couldn’t come today?“ You slowly turned your head in his direction. „No Yunho, it was me who wanted their death. I wanted to prove my love for you and I am happy now, so don’t worry, baby. It’s just a bit overwhelming, you know, the marriage and stuff.” Your husband smiled at you again, brushing a strand of your hair behind your ear. „Good. I love you too baby and I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you.”

Kang Yeosang

He took you down there and gave you a good long punishment. No, he didn’t use any tools, he punched you with his bare hands. Your face and body were bleeding, ass red and marked with his hand print. You cried. Not the fact that you got beaten hurts you more, but the fact that Yeosang himself did it. Never ever in your live did you think that he would pull something like this on you but then you realized, that he wanted to show you how he feels for what you’ve done to him. He wanted to make you feel the same way he feels. You will get over the pain of a punishment like this but you might never get over the pain that your heart is holding, I mean, how could he trust you ever again? There is a chance tho but you have to work hard for that and who knows how long it will take. No matter what it takes, you are ready to do it. At the end of the day, you two love each other, right? „You will never ever pull something like this again, is this clear?” You silently nodded your head. „Good, now get on all fours and follow me around, no matter where I go to. Don’t even think I care about humiliating you, dirty pet. Now let’s go, you don’t wanna disappoint me again, right?”

Choi San

After you two reached his mansion, he pulled you out by your hair and took you straight to his office. All you did was to cry. After watching you for a bit, he approached your kneeling figure and pointing his gun at you. „Was it worth it? To play with my feelings like that. Tell me! What did I do wrong, huh?! I’ve done nothing but love and protect you! You ungrateful whore!” Both of you were crying heavily, Sans head was red out of all the yelling. „Kill me, San. Please, kill me. I deserve it, now hurry.” Sans face went from angry-sad to desperat-sad. He started to cry even harder. „You know that I can’t. Trust me, I do want to kill you for what you’ve done, but fuck, I love you! I hate to love you but I do and I know that there was something between us! I had to be...” He sunk to he knees, both of you looked each other deep in the eyes. „Tell me you love me, Y/N. Tell me that what we had was real, that you do have feelings for me, too. Say that we will always stay together and that we will have a family in the future. Come on, say it!” You couldn’t even breath normally from all the crying but you wanted to tell him that he was right, you needed to. „I love you, San. You’re right, everything I felt for you was real. I do want to live with you until we take our last breath. I want to have a family with you and I just want us both to be more than happy together. I am sorry for all I’ve done, but I had a reason, San. I-“ You were interrupted by your fiancé. He gave you a tight hug, scared of letting you go. „Psh, stop. I will find out why you did but for now I just want to stay with you like this and forget about everything, okay? Just please, please don’t hurt me anymore, Y/N.”

Song Mingi

You knew that when your gang comes and tries to take you back, they will fail and that’s exactly what happened that day. Mingi was way too powerful and way too obsessed over you but you were happy how everything turned out. „You’re not ready yet?” Mingi walked into your shared room, making his way behind you. „Give me two minutes.” He smilingly nodded his head. „Okay. I will wait downstairs.” You nodded your head. He planned this date for a bit now, his behavior being a bit strange. Once you were done, you went down where Mingi was waiting for you. After finishing your dinner at the restaurant, Mingi took your hand in his. „Y/N, today is a really special day for me, well, for us. I want nothing more than to have a future with you, to call you my wife / husband. Baby, I wanna make it official to the whole world now. Therefore I got you this.” He then pulled out a tiny black box. Your heart started to race. When he opened the box, you faced a beautiful diamond ring. Tears started to form in your eyes, one of your hands covering your mouth in shook. So that’s why Mingi was so exited about this dinner. „I-I don’t know what to say.” A chuckle left his mouth. „Well, you have to tell me if you want to become my wife / husband. Not that you have a choice, but I want you to say it out loud, baby.” „Yes, Mingi, I do!” He started smiling as bright as the sun, immediately taking the ring out and putting the ring on your right ring finger. „I love you. Thank you so much for making me the happiest men alive, Y/N.”

Jung Wooyoung

After a few months, Wooyoung was convinced that he trained you into the perfect pet. Honestly, it was hell. He let you starve, he punched you, humiliated you and has done so much more just for you to beg him to kill you. At some point you stopped and thanked him instead. That was it, this was when Wooyoung stopped. „Y/N! Hurry up, we need to leave soon!” Both of you were getting ready for a mission. You needed to leave the country, that’s why you were currently packing your suitcase. You hated the fact that you had no privacy. Wooyoung positioned guards EVERYWHERE around the house. So as you packed your underwear you asked the guard to turn around but he refused. „Come on, I feel uncomfortable with strangers seeing my underwear.” The guard didn’t move nor looked away. You rolled your eyes. „Please?” „I'm sorry Mrs. / Mr. Y/L/N but I am obliged to watch your every step. Mr. Jung would kill me if I let anything happen, no one know what you’re up to. You might carry a dangerous object with you and if Mr. Jung finds out, he will not only kill me but you too. I ask for understanding. For now, you might hurry up a bit, you know how the boss gets when someone’s taking too long for his liking.”

Choi Jongho

You indeed told him everything to the tiniest detail. Jongho believed you but he showed you the cold shoulder. You did understood tho, it just made you sad. As your were taking a shower, strong arms wrapped around your body. You turned your head around, looking directly into Jonghos beautiful brown eyes. He smiled at you. „You were taking too long, I had to come in.” You let out a little chuckle, turning your body around. You both just stared at each other’s eyes. „What’s wrong?” Jongho frowned. „What do you mean, Y/N?” Now you were the one smiling. „Your eyes. They hold some discomfort in them.” Jonghos grip loosened a bit. He didn’t say anything, only staring into your eyes. „Your eyes hold some discomfort too, Y/N.” You then broke the eye contact, looking at his bare chest. „Well, I have a good reason. I mean, not long ago I broke the heart of the most precious and most beautiful men on earth.” Jongho lifted your head up, letting his thumb carry your face softly. „Yea, maybe, but at the same time I killed the family of the most perfect human being of the entire world. To add on, I didn’t took enough research and ended up confronting you with things that you didn’t even do and the worst out of all things; almost killed you, Y/N, so please stop feeling bad because of me. I don’t want those beautiful eyes to hold sadness in them, okay?” Another smiled creeped on your face. „Only if you do the same for me Mr. Choi.” Then, both of you stated to burst out into laugher.

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[mammonprotectionsquad]

can i just say i freaking love your writing 😩😩 you’re amazing oml. could i request either a mammon or a diavolo fic with a homesick reader? like they really miss the human world please? if not that’s okay, but thank you for reading anyway!

Asrzhhv thank you so much! >///<

And uh... I'm not yet brave enough to try and tackle writing something for Diavolo, so I went with Mammon for this (partially also because I'd love to get comforted by him 👉🏻👈🏻)

It's a bit shorter, but I still hope you like this, dear anon 💖

Homesick

Mammon x Reader

"Yo, MC!", the door to your room flew open, making you wince in surprise. At that point it was basically a routine, already. Mammon barely ever announced himself before he came over.

"We-", he cut himself off when he saw you hastily rubbing your sleeves over your eyes.

For a moment his brain shut down completely, before he began to panic inwardly. Hard.

Why the hell were you crying? Was it because of something he'd said or done? But there hadn't been the time for him to fuck things up. The last time he'd seen you was during breakfast...

He only got pulled out of his thoughts when you spoke up.

"Do you need anything?"

Your voice was so quiet, strained in an attempt to keep further tears in... And in a matter of seconds he felt the urge to hunt down whoever it was that could've been the cause for your tears.

"Did anyone hurt ya?", he asked, instead of answering your question.

At first you only blinked at him, then smiled. Though it looked way too forced for his liking.

"No one hurt me, Mammon. I'm fine, really."

"I call bullshit. Why're you cryin', huh?"

After finally closing the door behind him, making sure to give you two more privacy, he didn't hesitate to plant himself right next to you on your bed.

He watched you fumble with your sleeves, your eyes looking anywhere but into his direction. Still, he waited patiently for you to say something. Really anything he could work with to try and help make you feel better. After all, he was your first! Your protector and he'd be damned if he'd ever let anything bad happen to you again.

"It's stupid, really... Promise not to laugh?", you eventually muttered, to which he quickly nodded.

You remained quiet for another moment, until you let out a long sigh.

"I'm a little homesick, is all."

Weirdly enough, hearing that made him feel a shit ton lighter.

"Tsk, silly human...", was still the first thing he said, making you finally look at him, your eyes big and round in confusion.

Though he didn't give you any time to question him, before his arms already wrapped around you to pull you into a tight embrace.

"You should've said something immediately! Ya had me seriously worried!"

He felt you melt into him, sniffling quietly, and it would've been a lie to say that the way you buried your face on his neck didn't make him blush.

"I'm sorry..."

"Next time just tell me when ya feelin' down, aight? THE great Mammon will take care of it, then!"

"I'll be better in no time, so you really don't have to do anything. It's already enough that you're here now..."

Now that really did make him turn full on red. While he continued to hold you close, he shifted with you, until you were nearly sprawled out on top of him. Occasionally he even found the courage to press kisses to your hair or temple. His hands rubbing soothing circles into your back, until he felt you relax.

Still, he made the decision to stay with you for the rest of the night. Just to make sure you wouldn't feel lonely again, of course. Not at all because he liked having you in his arms, or anything like that...

And if a couple days later he told you that he arranged for you to be able to go back to the human realm over the weekend, you didn't need to know what he'd agreed on to get Lucifer to talk to Lord Diavolo about the matter.

Thankfully it was also pretty helpful that everyone had a soft spot for you and no one wanted to see you suffer in any way, shape or form.

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[bradtomlovesya]

Ⓦⓗⓔⓝ ⓣⓗⓔ ⓢⓗⓞⓦ ⓔⓝⓓⓢ (Part 1)

Summary: After seeing Brad using that red shirt on that concert you become oddly horny. (I suck at summary, sorry)

Clarifications: This is part 1, Part 2 will be posted tomorrow.

Thank you for the idea, baby @brad-is-my-dante Ily <3

Warnings: Smut +18, dom!Brad x sub!reader, Spit kink, Unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), English is not my first language.

Word counter: 2k +

We were in the car going to the hotel. The first concert of the tour had started and Brad was more than happy about it and so was I. I really wanted to hug him and hold his hand as normal but I had to keep my distance the rest of the way or I would end up sucking his dick right now without caring about the driver or anything else.

That perfect red button-down shirt only made the moisture in the middle of my legs grow more and more. I wanted it, I really needed to get to the hotel room and make him fuck me like only he knew how.

“Are you okay? You haven't said something all the way” he said, getting me out of my thoughts.

“I'm fine, I'm just a little distracted, sorry” I responded with my gaze on the car window. Couldn't we get there faster?

“Okay…” He answered not very convinced.

The rest of the way was complete torture, I could only feel my desire growing and growing every time he breathed or moved his legs and let me see his perfect cock marked in his pants. Got damn! I could swear that I had never been so wet in all my life as I was now.

The moment we entered the hotel room and he closed the door, he couldn't hold back and chose to speak.

“All right, tell me what's up? You've been distracted since the concert ended and I'm worried, did something happen and you don't want to tell me? Didn't you like the concert? Believe me I can handle the criticism but I really thought you liked it”. He said as he pried more buttons off his shirt and pulled them out from inside his pants.

I swallowed hard and took my gaze off from the bare part of his torso "I-It's not th-that" I stuttered.

“What is it then?” He crossed his arms and his muscles were perfectly marked on his shirt. Some veins on his arms stood out and his scowl only made him look sexier.

“I can't take it anymore, sorry.” I ran my hands through my hair. “But this is your fault for wearing those pants, that red shirt, and those fucking rings. Fuck! your fingers.” I complained. “I've been distracted because I was trying not to give in to my urges but my panties are already too wet so could you please fuck me at once?”

The brown boy was only silent for a moment and then he laughed out loud. "It was that?" He asked. "You made me worried, Y/n! I thought you wanted to break up with me or something and apparently you just wanted sex." He laughed in denial. "Tell me what you want" he approached me "Tell me what you want and I will do it." He murmured with his lips brushing my cheek.

“Sorry, but seriously it's your fault for being so fucking sexy”. I felt his hands on my waist and my legs shook, I had never been so desperate. “I want your dick in my mouth, please.” His lips kissed my neck. “Please.” I repeated pleadingly.

“It's okay sweetheart. If you want to do it so much…” He acted difficult. “Sure you can.” He brought his hands up to his belt and slowly took it off, lowered his pants and directed her gaze to mine. His eyes were full of desire. "Come here" He held his member over his boxer shorts. "On your knees.” He demanded.

“On my knees” I nod and he puts a sofa cushion on the floor so my knees wouldn't hurt and I kneel in front of him.

“Go ahead, all yours.” He brought his hands to my hair and pulled it up so I was looking into his eyes. “I know we're both going to enjoy this, Y/n.” He said my name slowly and that only made me warmer.

I wasted no more time. I pulled his boxer down and his hard erection hit his stomach. There was some pre-cum that made me lick my lips as I watched him. I took his member in my hand and went up and up and down slowly while running my tongue over the tip. It tasted salty but coming from him, I loved everything.

“Damn, princess! That pretty mouth really knows how to do its job.” His face contorted with pleasure and his mouth parted as he felt my tongue on the tip of his penis. “Open your mouth.” He said seriously. I obeyed and closed my eyes waiting for him to introduce his big member into my mouth but that never happened. A hoarse laugh in his throat made me open my eyes again. “Did you expect my member? No, darling. If you want to, you will have to do it yourself.” He lowered his head and spat into my mouth. “Swallow.”

“Thanks.” I mumbled as soon as I swallowed her saliva.

“What did you say?” He asked with a frown.

“Thank you, sir” I corrected immediately and bit my lip. “Can I go back to work?” My pussy lips felt completely wet and sticky, there was no way I could stop it and I didn't plan on doing it. I was finally going to have what I was waiting for all night.

“Yes, sweetie. You can continue.” He nodded with a beautiful smile. I took his member again in my hands and this time I put it in my mouth taking what I could more. At least what my gag reflection allowed me. “Fuck!” He moaned loudly. "That's it, that's my girl.” He spoke between gasps with his head thrown back in pleasure.

I went up and down my hand with a cautious speed and used my saliva as a lubricant to make it easier. I thrust his cock down my throat and moved up and down deeply until I felt the need to breathe. I pulled it out of my mouth with a pop sound and a trickle of saliva still connecting us.

“Oh... Babe”. He sighed. “You look so innocent all the time in front of my friends and family. Everyone could swear that you are a total and complete angel”. He held my face by my chin with his thumb and forefinger. “And the truth is that you are an angel with the wishes of a demon. You make me sin but you make me touch the sky, isn't it strange?” He bit his lip. “Now be a good girl and open your mouth so daddy can fuck that pretty throat of yours.”

I opened my mouth and his member slammed into my throat making me have a gag reflex but I controlled it. My lashes bathed wet from my tears as I watched the muscles in his abdomen contract due to the force He was doing. The buttons he had unhooked gave me a perfect view of his god-sculpted abdomen. His eyes were closed and tight as he continued saying obscenities and fucking my mouth like there was no tomorrow. His veins pulsed and his dick felt harder than before so I assumed he was going to come and he did. He hit the back of my throat and painted everything with his cum. I waited for him to finish and swallowed it all so as not to waste anything. Also, I wiped his cock with my tongue and when he pulled it out of my mouth with a loud growl, I put my hands on the ground to breathe and steady myself.

“Are you tired?” He asked me with his heavy breathing and now his eyes looking directly at me.

“A bit.” I muttered. “But I'm fine.” I smiled with my eyes on his.

“Good because I'm not done yet.” He smiled and reached down to gently take me by the arms and lay me down on the bed. “Do you think you can handle it?” he asked as he kissed my neck and took bites.

“Yes, I can.” I gasped when he positioned himself between my legs and squeezed my butt tightly pulling me towards him. His hands lifted my dress and yanked my underwear off. “Bradley!” I looked at him with wide eyes.

“I'll buy you new underwear, I promise.” He murmured her with his face tucked between my legs and kissing the inner part of my thighs. “Love, I've never seen you so wet.” He spread my legs and ran his tongue between my folds in a slow way to collect as much of my fluids as he could.

My hands instinctively went to his hair to tug at it and my back arched in pleasure. His fingers found my entrance but they did not enter. He patted the area with four of his fingers and two of these he moved around the entrance.

“Bradley, stop teasing…” I moaned loudly when his thumb pressed my clit and he began to draw circles on it, keeping enough pressure to make me see stars and wanting to close my legs but he pressed them with his free hand to avoid it. The cold from his rings was felt throughout my core and many moans escaped my lips.

“I love the sound of your moans, especially when I'm the one causing them.” He slipped two of his fingers into my vagina and bent them a little to touch my G-spot.

“Fucking hell! Bradley..”. I moaned his name and closed my eyes. One more finger slid easily into my femininity thanks to how wet it was. His fingers moved fast and hit every point that made me moan and feel like an orgasm was forming in the lower part of my stomach. My forehead was sweaty and my hands were tugging at his hair getting several grunts and moans from his part that sent vibrations right to my center. One of his hands went up to one of my breasts and squeezed it with a little force causing me another loud moan and that my nipples went hard under the fabric of my dress. “Don't stop, never stop!” I cried

“I won't, baby” he murmured, licking and sucking on my pussy. His fingers were soon replaced by his tongue moving in and out of me quickly and deliciously.

Once again two of his fingers entered and moved roughly inside me. Her tongue squeezed and sucked on my clit and her other hand squeezed my other breast. That was the last thing I needed to cum on her lips with a loud moan of his name.

My vision turned white, my eyes slammed shut and my legs shook like Jelly. I held my breath for a few seconds trying to normalize it but it wasn't long because I felt something slide into my vagina all of a sudden making me moan even louder due to the over stimulation.

“I'm sorry my love. But I had to go in now or I would end again but this time on the room floor thanks to your exquisite moans.” He held still as I got used to his length.

His hands were on my waist and lifted my body so that his cock could fully enter me and contort my walls as only he knew how to do it. "You can move." I fixed my eyes on his.

"Finally!" He groaned, digging his fingers into my hips and starting to move with slow but rough speed. He came out halfway and entered me completely again in one fell swoop. "This cunt belongs to me and absolutely no one can make you feel as..." A heavy thrust. "As good as I do!" He exclaimed as the speed of his thrusts increased. "Take off that dress, please" he begged me with parted lips.

I took my hands to the buttons of my dress and took them off and then pulled it over my head. I also unzipped my bra and his eyes immediately went to my breasts. His eyes were pure pupils, they were completely filled with lust.

He lifted my legs over his shoulders and managed to go even deeper with each thrust. He lowered his face to my height and kissed my lips with pure love and ferocity. "Fuck! You don't know how much I love you!" He hid his face in my neck and sucked on my skin leaving a hickey that would be visible later.

"I love you too!" I exclaimed. At that moment I was a sweaty, moaning mess. I changed our positions so that he was under me. I inserted his member into my wet cunt and jumped over and over again, inserting his member into me just the way I liked it.

"Shit shit shit! Y/n!" He dug his fingers into my ass hard and covered my walls with his cum. It didn't take me too long to reach my ecstasy and I ended up on his cock doing a mixture of our cumshots.

"This was a thousand times better than I expected" I mentioned with my face hidden in the crock of his neck and his collarbone. "I didn't remember you were that huge!" I giggled.

"You have a bad memory then" He teased and kissed my head. He came out of my vagina and went for wet towels to clean us up.

Once we were clean, we crawled under the covers completely naked.

"I'll have to wear that red shirt more often. I like the effect it has on you." He put a lock of my hair behind my ear and kissed my lips sweetly.

"I'm Y/n and I approve of this message" I teased and bit his lip. I closed my eyes and it didn't take long for me to fall asleep. I love that red shirt, I really do.

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DESPERADO - 4

Ready for the next part of Desperado? Here it is. You will learn about Helen's past and August's feelings but it's pretty emotional and angsty so I hope you still like it. Let me know and leave me a comment, reblog or like 💜

Pairing: Augut Walker x OFC (Helen Nichols)

Summary: August has survived the fight with Ethan Hunt and the fall from the cliff. A few lucky coincidences saved his life and he ends up with a woman that saves him and gives him shelter in her little hermit hut. He is at a turning point in his life. What is he going to do?

Word count: ~ 3.3 k

Warnings: A lot of angst, mentioning of death and grief, mentioning of sex

UNBETA'ED! English is not my mother tongue, so expect bad grammar, wrong spelling, chaotic punctuation and clumsy language. All mistakes are mine…

Credits: I don’t own August Walker and anything related to MI:Fallout. Pics for the moodboard from pinterest, face claim Helen: Rooney Mara

You can find parts 1 to 3 and my other fics on my masterlist.

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Don't your feet get cold in the wintertime?

The sky won't snow and the sun won't shine

It's hard to tell the nighttime from the day

You're losin' all your highs and lows

Ain't it funny how the feeling goes away?

From Desperado by The Eagles, Lyrics: Don Henley, Glenn Frey

August soon lost count. They had sex often after he had been able to dispel Helen's worries regarding protection by revealing that he had a vasectomy years ago. So they fucked almost every day, but Helen wasn't up for more than foreplay and the sex itself. It was always the same, when they were done she got up to take a shower before going on with her daily tasks and it left him feeling strangely used and empty. 

After their first time he had mentioned that the folding bed seemed to be an unnecessary loan now and Helen's reaction had left him speechless. She had laughed out loud.

"I don't think so. I'm not planning on sharing the bed with you...August." His real name just wouldn't flow smoothly from her lips at this time.

"Why not? We've just fucked."

"That's sex, just physical. Sharing a bed is intimate. It requires trust and I'm sorry but I can't trust you as long as you don't tell me who you are and what you're involved in."

"I'm not going to rape or murder you in your sleep", he snorted, rolling his eyes.

"I know, but still…"

And so, since he still hadn't told her the truth about August "The Hammer" Walker and John Lark, they fucked but they didn't sleep together. August found it quite ridiculous but he couldn't do much but accept it.  He just wasn't willing to reveal the dirty truth, even after Helen had finally told him about the FBI guy that had nosed around in the village and about that file that proved that his enemies considered him to be dead. He was too scared she would kick him out of her house and out of her life. He wasn't ready to lose her. Not yet. 

Instead he got accustomed to the situation and in the next weeks they established a domestic routine that was new to both of them. Helen usually worked in the mornings. She was a journalist and writer and to his surprise August found out that in fact she was a bestselling author. She had published three books so far. One about her hermit life in Kashmir, one about the region as a destination for backpackers and an illustrated book that was dedicated to the beautiful nature in the Dachigam National Park and all three of them had been pretty successful in the US. So she worked on her new book till noon almost every day and August worked on his recovery, doing all kinds of exercises indoors and outdoors. 

After lunch they did anything that had to be done around the house and Helen often left for a walk to collect berries and mushrooms or to take photos in the afternoon. August usually read a book when she was gone but on this day he decided to join her. He had done some runs in a small radius around the hut but he had never really explored the surroundings and he felt like missing out on something. Plus, if he was honest with himself, he wanted to spend some time with Helen. Quality time. 

So they strolled through the woods on this beautiful, sunny day, enjoying the warmth of the sun and a light breeze that chilled their cheeks. Helen took a bunch of pictures, concentrating on moss and lichens that grew on giant rocks and gnarled, old trees. August was waiting for her to take a shot of an overgrown branch, leaning against a rock wall, his face turned towards the sun, his eyes closed. "Stay exactly like this." Helens soft voice made him smile but when he heard her camera click he opened his eyes with a frown. "What are you doing?" He turned his face away from her and started to walk on. "Taking pictures of you. You looked great in that light, all lost in thought." She jogged a few steps to keep up with him. "Oh yeah", he snorted, "I'm sure I looked like a supermodel." She stopped him by tugging at the sleeve of his jacket. "You looked like yourself. Confident and very handsome." Her smile touched him in a way that made his stomach flip and he really didn't know how to reply to her compliment. He just gave her a helpless smile and Helen placed a hand on his burnt temple, giving him a tender smile in return. August grinned the awkwardness away and when he turned around his eyes fell on a huge rock that was completely flat on the top , building a natural lookout point over the region. "Look", he said pointing upwards, "the view from up there must be fantastic." 

"Yeah. Maybe." Helen gave him a look he couldn't really read. "Let's just go back home, okay?"

"First I wanna go up there." August ran his hands over the rough surface of the stones, glancing up to figure out the best way to climb the cliff.

"No, that's a bad idea, August. It's too dangerous, and your ankle…"

"My ankle is fine, Helen. It's been more than 8 weeks now. It's completely cured."

"Still... you're not a climber, you could get hurt." She sounded strangely anxious and August had no idea why. The cliff was very rocky, so that natural steps could easily be found and it wasn't very high. It didn't seem to be dangerous at all.

"You don't have to join me. I'll climb up quickly and will be back in a few minutes. You can take pictures of me conquering the mountain." He winked at her before he put a foot on a ledge and started to climb.

"No! August, please…" Helen yelled at him, the despair in her voice making him stop immediately. He turned to Helen with a frown. "I'll be carful, I promise."

"No! Don't do this. Please don't." She sank down on her knees, sobbing, staring at him pleadingly, her voice weak and trembling. August hopped off the rock and kneeled down beside her, taking her in his arms. She was crying now, hiding her face in her hands.

"Helen, calm down. I'm here, I won't climb, okay?" She wasn't able to answer, she just clinged to his body, weeping uncontrollably. He hugged her in a tight embrace, cradling her, rocking her trembling body gently back and forth. To his own surprise it didn't feel awkward or forced, it felt natural, he wanted to comfort her, he wanted to hold her and to be the one to make her feel safe and sound and all this made him realize that he had slowly and somehow unnoticed fallen for her. 

He'd been in love before, of course, he hadn't always been a bitter, cold-hearted jerk, but that was years ago in what felt like a different life. So August Walker knew love but with time he had forgotten about the sensation, after far too many disappointments in his life, not only in love but mainly in his job, he had pushed all positive emotions aside and his heart had gone numb before turning into a stone. It seemed like Helen, with her tough, aloof but captivating and caring personality, was able to touch his heart, to make him feel again, to make him love again. The thought alone scared the fuck out of him but now was not the time to worry about himself, now it was time to take care of Helen.

"Shhh... it's okay. Everything is fine, Henny." He'd never called her that before, it was his secret nickname for her, he just used it in his thoughts, and when she heard it she lifted her head to look at him with a hint of a smile, her eyes still overflowing with tears. "I'm sorry," she sobbed.

"No need to be sorry. Just try to calm down." He smiled at her tenderly and gave her hair some soft strokes, still holding her in his arms. When Helen started to relax and her breath went back to normal, August pressed a kiss on her forehead. "Are you okay?"

"Yes." Helen gave him a sheepish grin. "I guess you think I'm totally nuts now." She blushed a little and August gave her a wink. "Don't worry. I've seen worse."

They didn't talk for several minutes, they just sat on the ground in the sun, snuggled up to each other.

"It's because of Allison", Helen broke the silence eventually, "she died like this." 

"She died climbing?" August asked softly and Helen nodded, a sad look on her face. "Yes, and it was my fault."

"You said she died in an accident."

"Yeah, but it was still my fault."

"Tell me about it", August asked and after a short moment of hesitation Helen took a deep breath and started to talk. She told him how she and Allison had been on a backpack trip 8 years ago, both of them working for a travel magazine, preparing  a report about Jammu and Kashmir, Helen as the writer, Allison as the photographer. They had stayed in the hut Helen lived in now, doing day trips to explore the region. Helen had heard of a special spot, a mountain that not only offered a spectacular view on a hidden lake but that also was kind of a biotope, a habitat for rare plants she wanted to write about. Allison had been hesitant about the idea of going there because they both were hikers, not climbers but Helen had persuaded her. When they had reached a plateau just below the top of the mountain Helen had backed out at the sight of the steep, exposed mountain ridge they would have to manage to get to the summit. She had refused to go any further but Allison wasn't willing to give up so close to their goal. Helen had begged her not to do it but Allison had insisted on trying. She had climbed only a few yards when she'd lost balance.

"I'll never forget the surprised sound she made when she fell. She hit a rock, hurting her head and she broke her back when she landed on the rocky ground of the plateau. It was terrifying." Helen was crying again, softly this time. August took her hand to soothe her and it seemed to work. She was able to talk again. "There was nothing I could do for her besides holding her hand. She had a fractured skull and internal bleeding. She died in my arms."

"I'm so sorry, Helen. That must have been dreadful", he squeezed her hand and he truly felt the sympathy that was showing in his eyes, "but this wasn't your fault. It was an accident."

"An accident that wouldn't have happened if I hadn't made her go on this stupid trip."

"You didn't know that it was dangerous. And it was her decision to climb on the ridge." August's voice was soft and tender and Helen was grateful for his sensitivity and his kind words. She rested her head against his chest with a sigh. "I know. The rational part of me knows that, but the irrational parts of my mind will never stop feeling that dreadful guilt. I just can't shake it off."

"Yeah, I know the feeling." August smiled at her and tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear. "Why did you stay?"

"I stayed because I needed a safe space to process what had happened and to mourn. I wanted to return to Maine when I felt ready to face the world again…"

"But you're still here."

"Yeah, I grew to like my hermit life and I fell in love with a man who helped me to deal with this tragedy. And so I decided to stay for good."

"Naseer?" August guessed.

"Yes. He was such a great support. He was always there for me, helped me to buy the hut, to renovate and furnish it according to my taste but our love didn't last. In the long run he wanted me to move to his farm, to become his wife and mother to his children, to live a traditional life as a married couple. But that wasn't my dream, not my vision of my future."

"But you're still friends."

"We are. Now. It took us a few years but after his wedding we found a way to leave the past behind and become friends. He's my only friend actually."

"No, he's not", August said softly and Helen gave him a grateful smile. "Thank you. For...all this. Listening and comforting me...and, well." She shrugged, blushing, gesturing vaguely at him and her and their surroundings.

"Of course. You took good care of me, today I take care of you, okay? Just tell me what you need."

Helen nodded. "I want to go home. Let's go back and watch a movie?"

"Sure. Haven't watched a movie in ages."

They got up and walked back to the house and Helen felt strangely happy when she linked arms with him and he let it happen. She knew it was foolish to become emotionally involved with a man she knew close to nothing about, who hid every personal information from her, who was bossy and cocky and way too stubborn for his own good, but she still couldn't help it. She was falling for August Walker and there was nothing she could do about it. It wasn't the sex, not only. He was a great lover, sure, experienced and skilled but what she really liked about him besides that physical component was his dry sense of humor, his cleverness, his confidence, his dignity and his passion. The way he had fought himself back to life, his willpower, the determination to work on his recovery as soon as he was able to leave the bed, ignoring all pain and exhaustion, had shown her that he was a fighter, a survivor. A strong, protective man she was so attracted to, it really scared her and it was also pretty embarrassing that she was so turned on by his alpha male vibes and the caveman attitude. But there was more to him. He had this broody, emotional side too and she was sure deep down inside he was pretty sensitive and maybe even warm hearted. And so over the weeks she had grown feelings for him, she'd tried to fight hard but unsuccessfully. Each time she went to the bathroom after having sex with August, it was a kind of helpless and futile attempt to wash away her emotions and pour the loving feelings down the drain. Unfortunately it never took more than one look into his eyes to resurrect them. 

An hour later August and Helen were sitting on her couch in front of the TV, sharing a blanket and a plate with fruits and berries, waiting for the movie to begin. She had chosen a film called "The Shape of Water" he had never heard of before. The cover of the DVD was pretty strange, showing a couple hugging under water, the woman looking ordinary but her partner seemed to be some kind of fishman. 

"It's a great movie," Helen said not for the first time, "very moving and romantic. The female protagonist is an outsider, a mute cleaner in a lab and she falls in love with an amphibian man."

It turned out she was right. The film was amazing and it left August extremely touched and with many questions running around in his head. They were eating the last berries, discussing the end of the movie, when he blurted out what he desperately needed to know. 

"Could you fall in love with a monster?"

"He's not a monster. Not to Elisa."

"But everyone considers him to be one."

"Yes, because they don't understand him and his nature, they don't even try. But she does and she knows what lies underneath his spiky appearance."

"So you could? Fall in love with a man who is considered to be a bad man, an enemy, an unscrupulous monster?"

Helen looked him in the eyes, taking her time to answer. "If he was honest with me...if he let me see who he really is...if he explained himself to me and let me draw my own conclusions. Yes, under these conditions, I could fall in love with a monster. I'd rather have an honest monster than a lying saint."

August closed his eyes with a sigh that was full of relief but also filled with fear.

"Well, then let this monster tell you its story."

"You're not a monster…", Helen turned to look at him with a deep frown.

"No, Helen, please. Just listen, okay? And then -as you said- you can draw your own conclusions."

She gave him a nod and August started to talk. He told Helen about his loveless childhood with physically and emotionally absent parents, his youth as the time he gained recognition for being an extraordinarily good athlete and how it turned him into a confident, popular jock. His career at the CIA, his life as an agent, doing all the dirty jobs efficiently, eliminating public enemies indiscriminately and without asking questions in the first years. He admitted that he was nothing less than an authorized assassin legitimized by the state and he described how he got more and more frustrated with time, questioning his job, the national authorities and politics. He pointed out to her that his disillusionment, the years of frustration and the feeling of being caught in an unjust and outdated machinery culminated in following the ideas of Solomon Lane and finally in writing a manifesto under the pseudonym of John Lark. The hardest part was to confess that he had planned on eliminating one third of mankind by letting off a nuclear bomb in the mountains of Kashmir to alter things for the better. After he had ended with telling Helen about Ethan Hunt and their fight he was anxiously waiting for her reaction, not daring to look at her. 

She didn't say anything for a very long time. When she finally started to speak, her voice sounded weak. "You would have killed me and all the wonderful people in this valley without the blink of an eye if Ethan Hunt hadn't stopped you?"

"Yes."

Helen nodded. 

"I see. And if you had another chance, would you try again? Do you still stand by what you wrote in that manifesto?"

"No. I don't. Absolutely not."

"Why not?"

"I've had a lot of time to think about it during the last weeks and I lost my conviction. You've shown me another side of life, of thinking. You have made me feel again. Feelings I haven't had for the longest time. Feelings of love, Helen." August almost whispered the last words, scared of her reaction but Helen just nodded again, her face blank, her expression unreadable.

"Say something, Helen. Please." He took her hand but she pulled away.

"I can't, August. Not yet. I need time to process all you've just told me. I need some time on my own." 

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means I'm going to return the folding bed to Naseer tonight and I'm going to ask him if I can stay with him and his family for a few days because I don't feel well and don't want to be alone. I'll return when I've made up my mind and when I have we won't need a second bed anymore. One way or another."

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