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etherealflickering · 9 months
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RARGHH my last post about ???% and teru was too vague it was aggravating me. nobody look anymore. it's gone. I wanna elaborate more, it's what I do best!! first I gotta establish that shigeo and mob are the same person. which, y'know. is obvious given the manga events and the conclusion of the confession arc. shigeo is mob's powers and repressed emotions given form. yet they have been two distinct egos for years due to mob's trauma-induced mental and emotional block. so I doubt the final arc would necessarily repair that divide in its entirety. all of this plus I fully lean into the ESP being an allegory for neurodivergency, specifically autism.
what the result of the arc does is that now they speak and are conscious as one. the part of shigeo that emerges as ???% is preserved but more as a physical manifestation of meltdown, unmasking, or strong feelings than it is of a complete, uncontrolled self-defense mode. ???% is a part of mob's powers if not just the condensed, full-force version of them. I'd imagine mob might practice going ???% as a form of meditation and keeping in friendly touch with that part of himself.
bringing it back to teru: this is why I think teru interacting with ???% in a calm, nonviolent environment is so important because even though he's fundamentally accepted that part of mob, he still hasn't really known it past horrible, traumatic situations. if mob were to ever shut down or fully unmask or anything of the sort, teru would learn not to be scared but to be caring and understanding. this would strengthen their bond even further. it'd be good for both of them!
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twilightarcade · 5 months
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anyway timeline that I um. Should have waited to make. But was impatient and organizing files. Reads left 2 right like a book
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cdragons · 2 months
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Fuck Everything, But Mostly Fuck You - Part 3
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Summary: You have never, EVER, in a million years hated anyone the way you hated Felix fucking Catton. But goddamn, Oliver Quick was a fucking close runner-up.
Warnings- MDNI 18+, slight mention of blood, sexual harassment, Felix is delulu and kind of a pig, Reader just wants some fucking peace, Michael is Michael and the best, Oliver is Oliver (the worst)
Author's Note: Thank you so much to everyone who commented and reblogged! I didn't expect this story to gain so many readers, and this was a challenging chapter to write - but only because there were some scenes I couldn't add because it would have gotten too long otherwise.
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If there was a God out there, you prayed for the coming term to be as wonderful as this holiday had been for you.
You really wanted to kick yourself in the pants for making such a fucking cheesy wish at night watching the stars with Michael.
Right now, you were leaning to rest your head against a bookshelf in a slant position. You had a splitting migraine that began from the moment you woke up and worsened with nausea from your tutorial. And you couldn’t even go back to your dorm for the rest of the day because your lab course for your gen-ed didn’t allow for absences.
“What’d she do now?” came a voice on your right.
You looked to the right and were blinded by a white and blue-striped button-down shirt with short sleeves tucked into a pair of tan khaki pants.
Your knight-in-silver-framed glasses, Michael Gavey, everyone.
All the guy was missing was a pocket protector with pens and tape wrapped around the bridge, and he would have matched every bullied kid in every high school movie set in the 80s.
You turned around to lean your back against the bookshelves and slowly lowered yourself until your butt was parallel to your feet. Blowing the stray hairs out of your face, you remembered to take deep breaths to prevent you from blowing up at your only friend.
“No,” you sighed, “well – yes, but nothing I can’t handle.”
Do you love your classes? Yes. Was Daria Martin still your art teacher, and did she still like you? Yes. Are the rest of your teachers mostly assholes that think all Americans are Appalachian hill-billies? Also, yes. But were you still not excelling and scoring in the top ten after every exam? Naturally, no doubt about it.
But were you as invisible and unnoticed as you were before the break came? No. Did anyone with a pulse give you side-eyed glances after your stunt with the 24/7 shit-faced He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named? Pretty much, yes. Did most of your problems come from one mythic bitch in a 5’3” flesh suit that had the ‘Juicy’ logo plastered on her ass? Namely, one in particular, Annabel – who was your assigned student partner in your tutorial.
Was your new name among the student body now “Psycho Bitch”? …Unfortunately, yes.
…Okay, so this term has not been going as well as you had hoped during the break.
Annabel hated you – like hated-HATED you. And you had no idea why.
You were pretty sure you were less than blank air to her last term, but now she was determined to make your life a living hell. Last term, she skipped every other session to do whatever Annabel did. But now, it felt like she came to every tutorial for the opportunity to tear apart your work.
You’re pretty confident she was the one who started your new “name” about a few weeks ago when the weather began to warm up.
It’s not as if you were a stranger to being picked and prodded by the people born with silver spoons on their tongues and blessed with golden-tipped wings. You were a public-school kid from grades K-12 who went to Townsend Harris for those last four years. Townsend Harris High School was a public school, but make no mistake – it was just as full of the same bullshit hierarchy that made up every private school in Manhattan.
"Open the doors to all. Let the children of the rich and the poor take their seats together and know of no distinction save that of industry, good conduct, and intellect."
What crock. You only survived those years because every kid knew that your dad was an NYU professor who knew the Dean of Admissions of Columbia. You couldn’t recall how often you wished you had joined your friends at Flushing High or even Bayside.
However, regardless of the snide snarks and bullshit snickers pointed at you, you were left alone for the most part.
Sure – it sucked; that goes without saying. It was naïve of you to assume that people would grow out of the need for drama once they walked through the ivory doors and marble floors of higher education. It was stupid of you to think that everyone would forget about your outburst at Bodleian while they were getting drunk on the New Year.
And while Annabel was one migraine-inducing problem, she wasn’t the worst part of returning. No, that title belonged to her boyfriend, a whole other can of monkeys.
The worst part – the worst part of EVERYTHING – was how Felix fucking Catton was incapable of just leaving you the hell alone. It was like he had a little antenna sticking out of his head specifically for you whenever the two of you were within a ten-foot radius of him. Everywhere you went, it was as if you had a giant blinking arrow above you screaming, “Felix Catton’s New Toy”!
No, you were less than a toy – you were a joke, a gimmick.
God, you should have just stuck to your original plan and applied to any SUNY school that would have accepted you without even looking at your application.
But no, your good-Samaritan-obsessed college counselor called your parents and complained that you weren’t “putting yourself out there” enough. And now you were over thirty-four hundred miles away from home, stuck with the worst people ever. It was like a thousand tiny prickles were running on your skin as your mind filled with static.
Whenever Felix called out to you, it was to invite you to a party or get wasted. One time, he walked up to you insanely plastered and invited you for a quickie in the men’s bathroom. You were in an empty lecture hall since your usual spot in the library was taken, and Michael was still in class, so you didn’t see the point in trying to find an open spot.
Somehow – without you noticing – the guy plopped himself next to you and asked if there were any rooms in the building where he could smoke a joint in.
“Pretty sure you could open the window in the bathroom to smoke in there,” you replied absentmindedly.
And then he put his hand ON YOUR THIGH, leaned to your ear to whisper, “Wanna get out of here to join me? We don’t have only to get high.”
You grabbed all your shit and booked it – out of the building and all the way to your dorm to take a shower that lasted for around twenty minutes. You wanted to get rid of the smell of nicotine and overpriced aftershave. The scent of him on your skin made you wish you could tear it off.
And in your panic, you left your bike at the building’s entrance.
When you returned to retrieve it, it was after dark, and you recruited Michael as your tall and bony human shield.
“Do not ever walk home alone at night,” your mom told you every morning you left for school.
You tried not to think about the haunted look in her eyes each time she told you.
“Wanna skip the dining hall tonight? We can walk to Crowley Street and order take-out at that Pakistani place you like so much.”
Oh, that perked you right up. Jannahs Express was a broke college student’s paradise. The food was cheap, and the owners took pity on the international students. It was slightly more expensive in the UK, but it was the closest you could find with food on par to Kababish on Broadway in Queens. You stifled a laugh remembering the sight of Michael drinking the entire pitcher of water after you dared him to try a dish at ‘regular.’
“Seriously? Do you think you could take more than ‘English-mild’?” you asked as you stood up. “How did you survive your mom’s cooking for so long? She made us Indian food on our last night.”
“Mum grew up in London, and she had neighbors teach her how to make it the traditional way. You’re the only person who could take that level. Lilypad and I got Dad’s taste buds.”
Choking on your spit from laughing at the image of Gregory Gavey’s face turning firetruck red, you felt the migraine slowly disappear.
“Yeah, I’ll bet. God, I can’t imagine the look on his face when –”
A familiar voice that left a bitter taste in your mouth after hearing interrupted your conversation.
“Hey, (Y/N). Can we talk?”
You and Michael turned your heads to find Oliver Quick – Michael’s former friend, your former acquaintance – and the sight of him soured the mood instantaneously. You narrowed your eyes to dangerous slits to show your displeasure seeing him as one corner of your lip curled to show a sneer. You never liked the guy. There was just something about how he acted and presented himself. He had a profound desperation to impress everyone around him.
So much so that he immediately dropped Michael after becoming Felix Catton’s new pet. As evidenced by the oversized gray zip-up hoodie blanketing him. Felix’s, no doubt.
Fuck, you hated him.
“Ugh, what do you want?” you snapped, taking a bit of pleasure in seeing how your voice made him flinch.
“Look, can we –” his eyes hastily darted to Michael, then you, then behind him to make sure no one was watching him “– can we talk in private?”
Seriously? That’s how he wants to play this?
In the corner of your eye, you saw how tightly Michael clenched his fists. He was obviously still hurt from the time his ex-friend treated him like shit.
Oh, this will not do.
“Oliver,” you snarled as you crossed your arms over your chest, “whatever the hell you have to say to me, you can say in front of Michael.”
“Can you please not do this now?” he begged with pathetic eyes. How very in-character of him.
“Tick tock, Quick. Are you going to talk, or do I have to throw a drink in your face again? But this time, I’ll smash the glass on your face, too.”
Seeing the look on his face gave you almost a perverse sense of joy. Maybe this is why bullies exist.
“Do you think you’ll be at the pub sometime this week?”
What the fuck? Was he serious? His question caught you completely off-guard. You expected him to ask for notes or even help with homework, as his grades have slipped since becoming an official Felix Catton fanboy.
“At the pub – Oliver, when have I drunk alcohol in the entire time we’ve known each other?”
“You’ll turn nineteen this year, right? It’s only illegal if you’re under 18,” he tried to put out convincingly.
“Yeah, no shit, Sherlock. But you’re forgetting the part where I’m still an American citizen. Just because it’s legal for me to vote doesn’t mean it’s okay for me to drink yet.”
“No one cares about that here!” he almost shouted. “Just come with me to the pub at King’s Arms for the next few nights.”
“No fucking way,” you scoffed. “My parents would kill me if they found out I drank on a school night. Also, in case you forgot, we still have our test tomorrow in History. And I, for one, don’t need to get sloshed every night to feel important.”
Michael tugged on your sleeve and nodded at the small crowd forming around you three. You sighed in silence, agreeing that it wasn’t worth it. You both tried to walk away, but you were grabbed and stumbled back, which caused you to drop your books.
“Ow! Are you kidding–” but a wince broke your complaint as Oliver’s hold on your arm tightened to a painful grip. Your eyes traveled to his face, and you were shocked to see the anger shining in his eyes.
“Why do you have to make everything so fucking difficult?” he grit out. “Are you trying to ruin my life?”
The way his nails dug into your skin made you curse under your breath. Seeing you in pain broke Michael out of his shock at how someone as meek as Oliver Quick could show so much aggression. He rushed to get him off you.
“Are you fucking mental?” he hissed at Oliver once he managed to separate to two of you.
But Oliver’s nail left red scratch marks down to your wrist, even breaking the skin enough to cause little beads of blood to escape. This enraged Michael like you have never seen. Staring at the evidence of his former friend’s clawing, he walked forward and pushed him to the bookshelf before grabbing his shirt with both hands.
“What’s wrong with you?” Michael yelled. “She already said no!”
You wiped the blood off your arm with an old travel tissue pack you stole from the plane you took from JFK to London last summer. God, everyone was staring at you guys now. You needed to find a way to contain the situation. If any staff catches you, all three of you may risk trouble. Trouble that would jeopardize your scholarships. You grabbed Michael’s hands to get him to loosen his grip.
“Look, I’ll hear you out–” you looked around and cringed at everyone’s stares, “–just not here.”
This calmed Oliver’s rage enough to get Michael to let go.
“Okay,” he whispered, “okay – yeah. Let’s go outside.”
The three of you grabbed your shit and quickly exited the library. You went to the same area behind the building with no windows – ergo, no bystanders to gawk at you.
“Okay, we’re outside. Look, I’m sorry about your arm. But can you please just –”
You lifted your hand to stop him.
“Okay, look. I only said I would hear you out to make you and Michael stop fighting,” you stated matter-of-factly. “None of us could afford to get in trouble with the faculty and staff, and it was getting too out-of-hand. Oliver, I am not going to King Arm’s tonight or any night you ask me. I have my own life, so don’t drag me into yours.”
Oliver gaped like a fish for a few seconds before speaking.
“But you have to! Please! If you do, then maybe he’ll –”
“WHO?” you interrupted, shouting. “Who will be there? Who is so important that you act so fucking psycho for five minutes ago?”
This was too much for you to deal with everything on your plate already.
“Cut the vague bullshit already! Why are you desperate for me to be there? It’s so –” You froze as an epiphany struck down you.
Oh, hell fucking no…
“Are you hoping that Felix will be there?” you asked through clenched teeth.
You felt like a volcano ready to blow with his slight nod. And like a volcano – you blew.
“You mean to tell me that you risked all our asses, attacked, and humiliated me for fucking FELIX CATTON?!”
You couldn’t believe it – you couldn’t fucking believe it. Felix Catton took up so much of your life already; once again, he felt it necessary to take more of it for himself.
How much more could one man take? How much more did he want until it was enough?
He had taken so much – more than any person other than yourself had any right to own. Your education, your peace, and what was next? Your body? Your life? Did he intend to bleed you dry of everything like a parasitic vampire he and his kind pretended not to be?
You were going crazy, insane, and running yourself tired all at once. The absurdity of it all made you laugh. You laughed and laughed and laughed until you were gasping for air. You laughed so hard that tears spilled from your eyes as you doubled over.
“Oh my god,” you gasped, “oh my god! That’s it. Of course, it is. What else could it be?”
Standing straight, you kept laughing, but you were staring at Oliver with an answer clear in your eyes.
“He got bored of you,” you accused him, “didn’t he? So quickly?”
God, how you relished how red his face turned. If you were smart, you would have stopped taunting there – but you were too tired of everything to care.
“It’s been what? A month? Maybe two?” you further pressed. “He really just loves to go through all his toys, huh?”
“(Y/N),” Michael whispered in your ear, “let’s just go.”
He looked at Oliver with disdainful eyes before softening them to look back at you.
“He isn’t worth it. Come on, let’s get your cut cleaned up before we leave.”
You let Michael gently drag you away from the hurricane mess that was Oliver Quick, leaving him to stew in anger and wallow in self-pity on the chilly spring night.
A few days later, you and Michael were walking back to his dorm after watching one of the most notable movie franchises starring one of Hollywood’s best actors.
“How could you not love Pirates of the Caribbean?” you cried. “Johnny Depp is beyond brilliant!”
“Oh, so acting drunk in front of an expensive camera is now considered brilliant?” he quipped back. “Shit, I should have just gone into acting instead.”
“I’m sorry, do you not remember his jar of dirt? That scene was completely improvised, by the way – including his fall.”
“Oh – not the stupid jar of dirt! Lil’ kept buggering me all summer doing that scene after I took her to see it!”
“Oh, I meant to ask. What did Lily think of the books I got for her birthday? Were they weird?”
“Are you kidding? She loved them. She keeps going on about how she wants to be Annabeth for Halloween. Oh, by the way, she’s making me dress up as Luke and wants you to go as Thalia.”
Your jaw dropped in shock. “Seriously?! Yes, let’s do it. I am so in.”
“She is aware that Luke’s the villain, right?”
“Don’t worry about it so much. She wants to share these memories with you. And you are such a good brother, Mikey.”
“I am never going to escape that name with you,” he groaned, “am I?”
“Nope!” you happily confirmed. “Never! When I write my speech at your wedding, I will mention it at least fifteen times.”
“I’ll allow six.”
“Twelve.”
“Ten, take it or leave it.”
“Ten it is. Pinky-swear.”
You held out your pinky to show sincerity. And like someone raised correctly, Michael respected the sanctity of the swear by reciprocating.
“Perfect! Now that that’s settled, is it okay if I crash at your place for the night? It’s so late, and we don’t have classes tomorrow morning.”
“Yeah, sure,” he replied. “Just make sure you – Annabel.”
Wait, what? You stopped walking and turned to look at your friend in confusion.
“Annabel?”
He pointed it out in front of him with a slight nod.
“Annabel,” he confirmed.
Indeed, it was Annabel. But she was sitting slumped against the hallway’s walls with vomit all over her blue dress.
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Felix had been going mad for the past few months since his and Farleigh’s return to Oxford. It was already almost May, and he hadn’t come any closer to getting (Y/N)’s attention.
What could he possibly be doing that was so wrong?
He invites you to parties or a drink with you every time he sees you. He had hoped that being friends with Ollie would have given him an “in” with you, but there was no such luck. Did you really have no idea how he felt about you? How much more obvious could he be?
He remembered how happy he was when he realized that Oliver knew you. It was that night at the pub at Kings’ Arms. He recalled it so vividly.
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Felix was silent throughout the entire transaction. The sight of you coming over entirely transfixed him. Your hair had two small braids on the side that were attached with small yellow butterfly clips. You were wearing black denim overalls with vintage-looking patches sewn onto the fabric. Your shirt was a light blue-dyed shirt-sleeved t-shirt with splotches of navy blue. It must have been something you made when you were little. The fabric looked soft and worn down. But the size was small enough to hug the curves of your upper torso perfectly. The way the fabric stretched across your tits made him salivate.
After he introduced himself to you, you only responded with a grimace and a slight nod of acknowledgment. He invited you to join him and his friends for a drink, but you only ignored him. His words were meaningless breezes to you – white noise in the background that added to the clang and chatter in the room. He wasn’t even paying attention to Oliver until you threw that drink at him.
“Fucking cunt-rag!” you called Ollie after throwing Farleigh’s drink in his face. You shoved a middle finger for added effect. “Don’t ever show your face in front of me again.”
Grabbing your coat, you stomped away from the table.
Absentmindedly handing his friend some tissues, Felix had to know what your deal was with Oliver. Were you two dating or just friends? He didn’t know how he felt about his new friend being romantically involved with his angel.
“Wait, do you two know each other?” he asked.
“What?” asked Oliver – not understanding his idol’s question before his mind finally registered it. “Oh, yeah. Yeah, she’s a friend of a friend.”
“Were you two ever, like ‘together’?” Felix had to know.
Oliver’s eyes widened a bit before shaking his head and panickedly answering.
“No, no, no. We have a few classes together – that’s it.”
Felix couldn’t believe his luck. Ollie must really be his hero.
“Do you think you could introduce us?” he asked excitedly – his molten chocolate eyes were shining ablaze with hope.
“Uh, yeah, sure.” Oliver quickly agreed – anything to keep his attention on him.
Felix felt like leaping to the sky. He could run a marathon with how much energy was flooding throughout him. He clapped his hands before grabbing Ollie’s face with both hands and smacking a wet kiss on both cheeks.
“Oh, thank you! Thank you!” Felix went up to get him another pint. “You’re my hero, Ollie. You really are.”
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As he lay on his bed, he tried to remember every interaction with you. His last one with you was something he could admit went horribly wrong.
He wandered on the grounds when he stumbled on a building with your bike on the rack. Figuring that you were just in a lecture, Felix figured he could try to catch up with you when it was done. It wasn’t like he had anything important later. He would stay near the entrance and try to catch your attention when you walked out.
Simple.
And because he was God’s favorite, he found you sitting in the middle of an empty classroom. You were taking notes while reading a massive textbook while lightly bobbing your head to whatever was blasting through your earbuds.
Sliding to the seat next to you, he smoothly asked you if there was any room where he could smoke. You didn’t even bother to look at him while answering him – too fixated with your studies to pay attention to him.
Knowing that he had to get you to look at him through more direct actions, Felix impulsively put his hand on your thigh before asking you if you wanted to join him. He even joked, saying that you didn’t only have to get high.
But seeing the terror in your eyes threw him off. He quickly wanted to tell you that he was only joking. If you knew that he wasn’t being serious, maybe you would ease up around him. But before he could apologize, you frantically stood from your seat to gather your books in your bag before running out of the room.
Felix groaned into his hands as he recalled how fast you ran out of the room and away from him.
“Felix, you’re a fucking idiot,” he softly insulted himself.
God, what the hell was wrong with him? Why did he think that someone as studious as you would ever consider getting high with some bloke in the bathroom of an academic building?
Every step he tried to take forward with you felt like he was going ten steps back. He needed to find a way to get on your good side.
Maybe Ollie could – no, that was a dead end. Fuck, he needed a drink.
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Lying on his bed, Oliver stared at the ceiling of his room. Annabel had just left with the bottle of vodka they had been drinking out of for the past half hour. He wanted to cry.
Why was everything going wrong?
But he knew the reason. It was you.
He was so naïve to think you wouldn’t be an obstacle. You had practically ruined everything from the beginning. It wasn’t just when you refused to help him the other day but also that night at the pub at Kings’ Arms.
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While Felix was ordering him a drink, Oliver sat bewildered at the sequence of events that had transpired in the past five minutes. First, Felix invited him over to sit with him and his friends. And when things had been so well, you interrupted his excellent time by asking where Michael was. When you realize he has left your friend alone, you ask for Farleigh Start’s drink before throwing it in his face. You then called him a “cunt-rag” before storming off like a goddamn child.
Luckily, Felix hadn’t listened to you speak. But that was only because he stared at you – stared at you like he was born to worship you. Even worse, Felix asked him if he could introduce the two of you at some point. The way Felix’s eyes widened in glee when Oliver agreed enraged him – even more than when you insulted and almost humiliated him in front of Felix.
Staring at his back, Oliver figured Felix’s attention on you wasn’t something to worry about. He was only interested in you because you were pretty. As much as you infuriated him, Oliver admitted that you had a rare and genuine beauty to you. He didn’t know whether it was your indifference for Oxford’s gods and kings or your dedication to keeping in touch with your American roots – but it was enough to enrapture Felix Catton temporarily.
No, Oliver Quick had no reason to worry. He would be enough for Felix. And then you would be an afterthought, and he’d be Felix Catton’s everything.
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Oliver had to find a way to ensure you wouldn't be a problem anymore. You'd comply - there would come a time when you won't have a choice.
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harunayuuka2060 · 4 months
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*This one happened after Malleus, Idia, and Azul succeeded in ringing the bell of Solace*
MC: *giggles* *while holding Rollo by his collar and threatens to drop him from the tower*
Rollo: *is feeling nervous but tries to hide it*
Rollo: You will be in deep trouble if anything happens to me.
MC: Hmm~ Are you trying your chances~?
Rollo: !!!
MC: Actually~ I wasn't planning to get involved~. Since I enjoyed your crimson flowers~.
MC: But my dear friend Malleus chose to take pity on you instead of punishing you as intended~.
MC: That wouldn't work for me.
Malleus: MC—
MC: Nuh-uh~.
Malleus: *frowns* What are you planning to do with Flamm?
MC: Well~ He's done all of this because of his brother~. So~ *drops Rollo*
Malleus: FLAMM!!!
Azul and Idia: !!!
Rollo: ...
Floyd: Ah! There you are, Fringehead-chan~.
Rollo: What... What happened?
Floyd: You fell from the tower~. How was it? Did it feel good?
Rollo: I WAS ALMOST KILLED!
"Rollo."
Rollo: Huh?
Rollo's brother: *MC has summoned him from death* *with burns still on his body*
Rollo: You... How—
Rollo's brother: Is it true that... You've hurt the mages?
Rollo: No— I—
Rollo's brother: Brother, I'm sorry... *tears up* Because of me... *cries*
Rollo: ...
Floyd: Are you two not going to hug each other? Sharky can only give you 30 minutes to talk, y'know?
Rollo: ...
Rollo: No. You've done nothing wrong. It's the mages—
Rollo: ...
Rollo: *goes to hug his brother*
Rollo's brother: Rollo...
Riddle: I knew it. MC-senpai would pull that stunt.
Idia: Though I don't understand why we're still here and not have gone home yet.
Azul: Remind me not to be on MC-senpai's bad side.
Ruggie: Huh? Look. Is that...
Epel: Rollo and senpai dancing?!
MC: *smiling*
Rollo: ...
Rollo: You didn't tell me that you are a skilled necromancer.
MC: You didn't ask~.
Rollo: ...
Rollo: Thank you for summoning my brother. However, I'm asking you not to call him again like that.
MC: Hehe~ Are you embarrassed~?
Rollo: *frowns* What you're doing is a work of the devil.
MC: Eh~ Anyway~ I'm surprised you didn't call the cops on me~.
MC: I tried to murder you, you know~.
Rollo: ...
Rollo: Yes. You did. No doubt about that.
Rollo: However, I will forgive you once.
MC: *giggles*
Malleus: *is the one dancing with MC this time*
Malleus: Should I keep my eyes open at night?
MC: Can you~?
Malleus: ...
Malleus: You are a psycho.
*One week has passed after the social.*
Rollo: *receives a letter from his brother*
"There's an annual celebration where they pick a fortunate soul to spend a whole year in the world of the living. I hope to see you and our parents there. Wish me luck, Rollo."
Rollo: ... I'm not sure if our parents won't be creeped out. However, I wish you luck.
Rollo: *suddenly thinks of MC*
Rollo: That devil...
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halucynator · 6 months
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YOU COULD'VE DIED!
So I had this request and I totally forgot about it and I'm so so so so so so so sorry lol
Pairing: Theodore Nott x fem!reader
Warnings: mentions of weight, anxiety attacks, eating disorder, reader has adhd, not proof read and my writing lol
Request: So the reader a long time ago like when she was eighth/9ish used to be on the bigger side before her adhd meds and then got really skinny and stuff and timeskip to sixth year her meds don’t really work aswelll so she starts getting an appetite that was usually suppressed and she quit quidditch last year because of stress and her biggest fear is secretly getting fat again and she starts to have so much anxiety about it
WARNING: I am in no way shaming any one in this text. You are beautiful the way you are. I'm just adhering to the request. I do not agree with anything horrible about weight or anything else you can think of that is in this text.
I'm also really really sorry if you go through eating disorders or something similar to what's mentioned in this text x stay strong xx you're not alone 💕
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Most people have nightmares about psycho killers in white masks with a knife who are really crazily into fictional movies they try to make it reality. Most people have nightmares about falling from really high cliffs with jagged edges that could rip you in half quicker than the speed of the platform 9¾'s train. Most people have nightmares about burning in fires that could kill you probably faster than the Dursleys burnt Harry's hogwarts letters.
But not you. You had nightmares about gaining weight. About being the girl that you were when you were nine. You hated your ADHD but oh those adhd meds really helped you to stop being the obese person you were. You were disgusted by your younger self even though you shouldn't have been.
You sat in the Great Hall processing your nightmare. You knew you had a normal weight, probably even lower than healthy. And yet you looked around at all those pretty girls with effortless hourglass bodies and wished you could look like them. You knew you had a normal weight and yet your dreams, or perhaps nightmares, kept on taunting you about it.
Those thoughts clouded your mind. Filled your head. Over and over. And over. Until you felt like starving yourself. And you'd do that until you fainted and realised it's really unhealthy. But then it'd be too late and this vicious cycle continued until you felt like you couldn't do it anymore. Until you were sick of being yourself. Until you wished you were anyone but yourself. Until y-
"Hey y/n!" Theo greeted you as he entered the Great Hall. He was the first one there. After you of course. He grabbed a vanilla cupcake with strawberry icing and sprinkles for himself and a chocolate cupcake with chocolate icing for you.
"here I got you a chocolate cupcake with chocolate icing. Your favourite." Theo smiled as he passed it on to you.
Even though your heart wanted to accept it, your brain knew better.
"no I'm fine, really! Thanks so much though! I'm full" you replied. as if to reprimand you, your stomach rumbled.
"your stomach disagrees" he chuckled. "go on have it it's fine it's just a cupcake"
You knew he was trying to be a good friend. You knew he was looking out for you at yet it was so hard for you to suppress the urge to scream "just a cupcake? JUST A CUPCAKE?! well, I'll have you know that cupcake contains sugar and butter which stores in your body as fat so you wouldn't even suggest it unless you hated me" you obviously didn't say it out loud. You knew you were overreacting in your head.
"erm no thanks." You politely turned the offer of the cupcake down.
"Ya sure?" He asked one last time.
"yup." You replied.
"alright suit yourself" Blaise said as he leaned across the table to get the cupcake from your side.
You didn't have dinner that night and the couple of nights after either. You knew you should've. But you were so insecure about your weight you just couldn't. So you didn't. And you should've. You really should've.
Unfortunately for you, you realised that too late.
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You woke up on a white bed. Where were you? You glanced around. There was no way. You were in a hospital bed. After Theo explained it to you, you realised what had happened. On your way to the dorm you had fainted due to the lack of food. You had no energy left in your body and it finally gave out. Theo had realised you had fainted and had carried you to the Madam Pomfrey's. He looked strangely cross at you.
"T-thanks" you replied to him.
"for what?" He said. "I couldn't save you."
"you kinda did" you said smiling at him.
He pulled something out of his pocket and handed it to you. It was a cookie.
Before you could say no, he cut you off.
"you are eating this cookie right now or I will never forgive myself for letting you starve yourself."
You reluctantly grabbed the cookie.
"you didn't make me starve myself. I did it to myself. It's not your fault." You replied as you broke a piece off the cookie.
"but why?" He asked.
"sorry?"
"why did you starve yourself"
"erm i well i had a nightmare I was gaining weight and I thought I was I had gained half a kilogram since last year and I just thought I'd look ugly and I just didn't want to not be liked by anyone!" there it was. The word vomit. The bundle of feelings inside of you all out to the one person you thought would be disgusted by you if you ever gained weight. The one person you loved.
"Woah! Slow down. No matter how many kilograms you put in you'll never be fat or ugly! I can't believe you let a nightmare lead you on! You can't have an unhealthy relationship with food!" He exclaimed.
"you're just saying that."
"I'm not just saying that. I mean it y/n. From the moment I laid eyes on you, I fell in love with you and a couple kilograms isn't gonna change that." He replied.
"Aw- wait you what?!" You asked realising what he just said.
"I thought it was obvious? I love you y/n. I always have" Theo said. "but I'm still cross at you for not eating food."
"ok ok I'm sorry." You replied.
"YOU COULD'VE DIED!" Pansy exclaimed bursting into the room.
"Jesus Christ Pansy! You almost gave me a heart attack!" You said shocked at her entrance.
But you knew her words were right. And so were Theo's. From that moment you tried to prevent yourself from starving yourself and with the support of Theo and all your friends it was that much more easy.
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A/n: the ending kinda sucks lol sorry for the lateness of this x hope you liked it!!
Taglist: @m3ntallyunstable34 lmk if you want to be added to my taglist (through asks or you can message me x I'll always respond ❤️)
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ddejavvu · 1 year
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eddie x reader
wayne & her r gonna meet but they already know each other so they prank eddie that he doesn’t like her
You've got your game face on, Eddie just misunderstands why. He thinks you've squared your shoulders and furrowed your brow to remind yourself that you're tough, that you're awesome, and that it doesn't matter what his uncle thinks of you (even though he knows he'll love you). Really, it's because you're about to rage against the man currently opening the door.
"Wayne," Eddie grins, holding up your joined hands, "This is-"
"You," Wayne seethes, glare sharp enough to fool his nephew, "What the hell are you doing bringin' 'round a criminal, son?"
"A- A what?"
"Oh, not you," You scoff, dropping Eddie's hand to cross your arms over your chest, "Eddie, you didn't tell me your uncle was a psychopath."
"Psycho- What? You're the one that keyed my car!"
"You hit me with it," You seethe, spitting mad, "And then you just drove away! You laughed, you're fucking insane!"
"You- you what? Wayne!" Eddie looks aghast at his uncle, "The first time I get a girlfriend you run her over?"
"She was in my way," The old man gripes, "Tell her to stop jaywalking."
"Jaywalking? And- and baby," He turns to you, eyes wide and afraid, "You slashed his tires? I- I mean, that's fucked up that he did that but- but did you really do that?"
"She called me a coot, too," Wayne insists, but after punctuating his sentence, his frown falters, and his jaw nearly snaps from how hard he's clenching it, trying to keep his laughter in."
"You are a coot," You huff, but his concealed laughter only makes your own bubble up, "And- and another thing, old man..."
"Yeah? Gimme a reason," Wayne raises a fist, all bark and no bite, "Just- just gimme a reason to, and I'll- I'm sorry, I can't."
His chest puffs with laughter, and the way Eddie's standing fear-stricken makes you dissolve as well. He's perhaps more afraid of the two of you when you break down laughing together, leaning on the doorframe or folded over at the waist. He almost wishes you'd start shouting again.
"Okay, guys," He calls warily, "What's going on?"
"She works at the gas station I stop by for cigarettes." Wayne waves a hand at Eddie, "I knew you two were together when I saw that ring on her hand." He points to a particularly gaudy one of Eddie's that he'd given you as a token of his admiration."
"Sorry, Eddie," Your sentence begins with a giggle and ends with a sigh as you butt your head against his chest, "We just wanted to freak you out."
"You did," He shakes his head, eyes closed, "i thought you were gonna knock her lights out, Wayne. And- wait! You said you quit smoking!"
This time it's Eddie with fire in his eyes, and you give Wayne a teasingly panicked look from over Eddie's shoulder.
"Yeah, I told you that 'cause I wanted you to think it," Wayne drawls, "I buy a pack after work every week."
"You're not allowed to sell him any more," Eddie whirls on you, and you drop the face, "Understand?"
"Yes, sir." You fake-salute, "Now can we get inside? I want to hang out with your uncle."
"I've been meanin' t'ask you," Wayne welcomes you into the trailer with an arm out that wraps around your shoulders as you cross the threshold, leaving Eddie alone on the front steps, "Did you ever get that car radio of yours workin' again? 'Cause a buddy of mine just totaled his car, the stereo's workin' fine. I figured I could swap it out for you."
As you get into a discussion of car radios and junkyard ethics, Eddie stands with furrowed brows in the doorway. He's watching his girlfriend and his uncle chat like college friends, and he can barely shake off the bewilderment enough to step inside his own home.
"You two are crazy," He cuts you off, frowning at the both of you, "I- God, I need a beer."
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luveline · 7 months
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hi!!! i really love your writing, i was thinking maybe i could request something for the steve zombie! au? maybe the reader and steve get separated (maybe the reader and eddie go outside of camp and don’t come back for a couple of days, so steve thinks something went wrong and maybe someone got to them) but after days they reunite and it all protective steve fluff? idk if you don’t like it it’s fine just ignore me hehe 🫶🏼
sorry this wasn't very angsty but there is fluff! ty for requesting ♡ steve zombie au. fem!reader, 1.4k
You and Eddie lie with an amicable space between you, though you've agreed to share a huge sleeping bag to conserve a modicum of heat. His hair touches your shoulder whenever he moves. 
"Why are you looking at me?" you ask. 
"Are you okay?" he asks quietly. 
"No. I… yeah, I'm okay." 
Eddie never tries anything, doesn't touch you beyond friendly pats on the shoulder or knuckle touches after a job well done. He's never given you any reason to worry, but Steve said he's a guy. He didn't think Eddie was gonna hurt you, but there was a possibility he'd flirt. All I'm saying is that it didn't take long for me to fall in love with you, Steve'd said, his hands in your waistband, tucking in your shirt. 
You laughed. Steve, you didn't like me. 
Well, not out loud. And I was dumb enough to miss how lucky I was for a while. Eddie's not that stupid. He's not gonna try nothing, but… You know, don't fall in love with him. Please.
You'd wrapped your arms around his neck and shoulders and had him take your weight, impressed and in love at the subtle strength he used to keep you both standing. Don't worry. I won't. I never would. 
Not with Steve in this world. Even then, if Steve somehow met his demise, you're pretty sure you'd be done with love. 
"Worrying about loverboy?" Eddie asks. 
You're definitely worrying about loverboy. "I told him I'd be back in the morning. It's been a whole extra day. He gets– gets so worried. Honestly, it won't surprise me if he turns up looking for us."
"You've been apart?" 
"Two or three times." You wince, thinking about Steve the last time you'd been separated. How he'd put his hands under your arms and hugged you, even though you couldn't open your eyes. The time before, how he'd cried into your stomach, hands grasping blindly at your back. "I think he worries about me 'cos I'm kind of useless." 
"That's not true. Robin told me all about your psycho takeover." 
"She did?" you ask, covering your face with your hand.
"I wanted to know why she calls you killer." 
"That's pretty much the only time I've defended myself. He always does the hard work."
"If you're really that useless, why'd you come?" He turns on his side away from you. "You're fine. You've learned to fight just like the rest of us. Steve knows you can take care of yourself. He's probably sleeping like a baby waiting for you to bring him back his new jacket." 
You dig for the necklace Steve gave you so long ago under your shirt. You'd thought you lost it, having taken it off before bed the night you escaped the College, but he had it. He gave it back. The little diamond is hard between your fingers. You press it to your lips, wondering if he's really as okay as Eddie claims.
Steve lies on his back in the clearing, wishing he was dead. The anxiety is genuinely so bad he's agonised and prone. 
Robin laughed at him for worrying when you didn't show up in the morning as you planned to, but by nightfall she was equally worried. A day later, she sits cross legged by his head, her hand on his arm. She's feigning reading, her bottom lip nibbled raw. 
"You want some chapstick?" he asks. 
"Nah. Stings." 
He sits up feeling like someone's kicked him all over. "The brain is a stupid organ. I'm worried about Y/N, so sure, I get to feel like a jet engine fell on me."
"She's fine." He and Robin have been playing a game where one of them mentions you and the other immediately reassures that you're alive. He quite likes it. It makes it easier to breathe. "You need to chill out, that's all. Eddie had that fucking shotgun. They're not in any danger." 
"What if she fell and broke her leg or something? He's carrying her across the country like a backpack. That should be me." 
"What if he fell and broke his leg? You wanna go give Eddie a lift?" Robin asks, grinning. 
Steve thinks the worst part is that he misses you. He's so worried about you he could throw up (he almost did at breakfast, every mouthful cement thick), but he just hates turning to talk to you and finding empty space. He misses the way you smile, your tentative hand holding, even the way you look at him. He remembers the first time he realised you liked him, how your gaze had slowly gone from annoyed to admiring, how your eyes would catch on his arms or the corner of his mouth. 
He remembers wiping sleep from your eyes, how hot your cheek felt under hand, and the pit it opened in his stomach. It's a strange thing to notice someone's fallen in love with you by themselves. He had catching up to do. It's probably why he feels like he's on death's door whenever you're not around.
"I don't wanna give Munson anything. S'already stealing my girl, smarmy bastard. They ran away to be together."
Robin gasps. He thinks, Well, I was kidding, then, Holy shit they've actually run away together.
"Stevie!" your voice echoes. "Hey! I've been looking all over for you, why are you guys out here?" 
Steve's neck clicks like a Jacob ladder as his head whips up. The fear and anxiety drains from his body, a rapid exsanguination. You look tired but blissfully alive as you jog across the grass clearing, your backpack weighed down and your empty canteens rattling against your thigh. 
Steve trips over grass whorls to get to you. Your little laugh before he grabs you drives him crazy. 
"Where the fuck have you been?" he asks. 
"Got lost. Sorry. Love you," you say, rubbing your cheek against his, your hands bunching up his shirt. You smell like dirt, grass, and tent plastic. It's frankly the best smell in the whole world. He sniffs at you greedily.
"I thought you died," he says. 
"Yeah, I did. Eddie gave me sloppy CPR–" You screech as Steve sweeps your leg from under you and giggle as he holds you up, begging for forgiveness as he threatens to drop you. "Sorry, it was just so easy! You set it up for me!" 
You laugh as he drags a kiss along your jaw, his stubble scramming your softer skin. 
"I love you," he says, "even if you're seeing other boys."
"Never." You close your eyes and wait for a kiss. Steve's more happy that you expect one than he is to give one, which is saying a lot —he wants to kiss you bad enough to feel the phantom of it before he's closed the gap between you. 
He gives you way too many kisses. 
You push your head down into the crook of his neck and hold him tight. "Sorry I didn't come back when I said I would. Didn't scare you too much, did I? 
He was scared shitless. "No, it's alright. It's okay."
He takes your face into his hands and checks you're all in one piece. Same smile. Same dazzled squint when he kisses you. 
You leave his arms too soon for his liking. Robin waits patiently for her own hug, less so when you shed your backpack. She hugs you as it falls to the floor. 
"Miss me?" you ask into her hair. 
"Thought I'd be stuck with mopey Steve forever." Her insult doesn't land, her voice heavy with relief. "You know coming back in the morning doesn't mean any morning, right? Just checking." 
"Sorry, Robin. I missed you." 
"Eddie bad company?" 
"He's nice, he's just not you guys." 
Steve puts a hand on your back, fingers hooked in your belt loop. "Where is he?"
"Playing Peter Pan in the mess tent. I got you guys the best winter jackets ever. Though me and you are sort of matching, Steve." You look at him over your shoulder sheepishly. "Sorry." 
"The horror," he murmurs. 
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luvyeni · 1 year
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Could you do hyunjin x thick curvy reader 🥴❤️
( hyunjin is straight up an ass man in this one and I’m here for it all 🤌🏽 ) love ya! ❤️❤️
DISTRACTED; HWANG HYUNJIN
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pairings. artist!hyunjin x thick!reader
wc. 1.2k (this was supposed to be 300, 400 maybe)
warnings. praise kink, oral (f receiving), doggystyle, dirty talk
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Hyunjin wanted to paint you, but when you walk out in his button up... he gets a bit distracted.
i do in fact believe hyunjin is 100% a ass typa man 👌🏼!
When felix introduced you to him, he was obsessed, all he wanted to was paint you.
Your soft features so sweet and kind and your body— boobs that he could tell just by looking at were soft to the touch, little belly that would poke out so cutely and plush thighs and ass, you were a mix of cute and sexy.
God he was loosing his mind, he needed to paint you...
He needed you...
He begged felix to ask you to be a model for his newest art work, and much to his excitement you said yes.
He couldn't wait.
You walked up to hyunjin's apartment door, nervous to knock on the door.
"Just knock the door." your bestfriends voice spoke through the phone.
"Felix, i'm scared." you weren't scared of hyunjin himself, you were scared of how you acted around him, like a high school girl nervously talking to her crush.
"You know he finds you attractive right? he's been waiting for this day for the past week, just knock on the damn door, before i call him and tell him your standing outside his door like a psycho." and with that he hung up.
"So rude." you sighed, slowly putting your hand up to the door, about to knock, but the door opened.
"oh." you jumped back, startled and he grabbed your arm stopping you from falling. "You okay?" His smile like honey.
"Y-yes."
"Felix told me you were out here, and you were nervous about coming in." you swore felix hated you sometimes.
"I-i'm not nervous." he smiled, moving back so you could come in. "I won't bite, you can come in." You slowly walked into the apartment, taking your shoes off.
"Do you want something to drink, before we get started?" His eyes grazed over your body, as he made his way into room, sitting in the seat across from you.
"No, im fine thank you." He smiled , he could tell you were nervous, you could barely keep eye contact with him.
He thought you were so cute.
"__, why are you so nervous?" He stood up, sitting closer to you. "No." You quickly said, and he smiled again. "Did felix tell you what the project was?" His eyes traveled down your body.
It was a nude painting, yes you were aware what it was. You weren't necessarily insecure about your body, but being nude in front hyunjin made your heart fall to your ass.
"Y-yeah."
"Before we continue, I need you to verbally say you want this, i want this to be a safe space for you." You could tell he was serious. "I-i want this, i swear im fine."
"Good girl." and just like that, he was back to making you feel like a giddy school girl. "You can go get ready in my room while I set up everything."
He was so excited, he was finally getting to paint the girl that captivated his mind for the past few months, he had the entire thing planned out in his head.
"I didn't want to come out fully naked, and i didn't bring a towel, i hope you don't mind that i took a shirt from you."
"That's fin-" he was speechless...
You were wearing his button up from the other night—and you weren't wearing anything underneath it.
His cock began to hardened in his pants, two buttons, buttoned right under your boobs so it covered everything... god he wished it didn't.
He couldn't wait, he needed you now.
"__." His voice deepening, sending shivers down your spine. "You look so fucking good." He eyed your entire body up an down.
The way he was looking at you, like he wanted to pounce on you right then and there.
"H-hyunjin." He couldn't help it, it's like his body was moving on his own, and before you could react, his lips we're on yours.
"Princess what are you doing to me? why am i so addicted to you." He kissed your neck, wrapping his arms around your waist.
"W-what d-do you mean?" He groaned at your cluelessness, it was so cute.
"I can't get you off my mind, your pretty face, how cute you are when you get nervous around me- fuck your beautiful body, and i thought i'd be able to control myself around you like this, but seeing you in my shirt, i can't stand it, i need to fuck you."
you moaned as he grabbed your tit through the shirt, running his finger over your nipple. "Such pretty tits, i knew they'd be soft, i want to fuck these next time." hyunjin knew this wasn't gonna be the last time.
"Hyunjin, p-please do s-something." He backed you up, until you could feel the couch hit the back of your knees.
"Lay down, ass up." He took his clothes off, throwing them somewhere, tugging at his cock at the sight of your body as you got into position.
"such a nice ass." He spread your cheeks, mouth watering at the slick that coated your plush thighs. "Fuck, so wet princess, i got you really worked up huh?"
"Hyunjin!" You let out a pornographic moan as he licked a stripe up your slit. "I knew it." He began to eat you like a starved man.
The lewd noises he was making, turned you both on.
"oh my god!" you squealed as he rubbed your clit as tongue prodding at your hole. "fuck! hyunjin, im gonna cum, please i'm gonna cum." tears wielding in your eyes.
"go ahead, cum on my tongue for me."
His words alone sent you straight over the edge, your thighs shaking as you came.
"Good girl, so sweet." he lifted your half spent body up, kissing you, his plump lips wet from spit and your essence.
You turned back around, and he grabbed your hip, pushing his hardening cock against your ass. "you feel that love? that's how hard you make me." he grabbed his cock, rubbing it against you.
"P-please f-fuck me." you wiggled your hip. "so eager" he positioned his tip at your entrance, groaning as he stretched you out, both of you moaning in pleasure.
"So fucking tight, you're barely letting me in." you whined, fucking yourself down on him. "Your ass if fucking perfect." He slapped your ass, watching it juggle.
"hyunjin, shit!" you screamed as he began to pound in and out of you. "such a cute face, who knew you were such a freak, but you're fucking yourself on me."
"fuck, if you keep clenching around me like this, im gonna cum inside your pussy, do you want me to do that? hmm, fill this pretty pussy up?" You could barely form any words as he fucked into you as rough fast pace.
"H-hyune, i'm-i'm gonna cum." He reach over kissing your neck as his hand reached in between your legs, rubbing your clit.
"Me too- fuck!- cum." You let out a scream as you came, body falling limp on the couch.
"fuck!" He pulled out jerking off releasing on your back. "Shit."
"You okay princess?" you nodded breathless. "I'm fine."
"Don't move let me get something so we can get you cleaned up." He put his clothes back on, letting you rest while he cleaned you up.
While he cleaned you up, he couldn't help but take in your fucked out state, eyes still glossed over, laying on your stomach, ass poking out a little under his shirt...
absolutely beautiful, he had to paint this, this was his new project. "Wait princess don't move."
"Huh?" you questioned. "Why not." You watched him get up. "I want this to be my painting."
"I want to paint you just like this."
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lovelybrooke · 3 months
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Darling, Let Us Love you (Yandere Ouran High School Host Club) Chapter 3.
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Series Masterlist--Regular Masterlist
(Y/n) (L/n): Hey Kaoru, I just wanted to let you know that Haruhi's taking me to the party--
You deleted the message before you could press send, to embarrassed to even read it over in your head. You couldn't handle any of this. You didn't want to lead Kaoru on, but you also didn't want to disappoint him with the message. The rational part of your mind reminded you that Kaoru is a nice person, he wouldn't get upset over something as small as this, but another part of you couldn't handle the thought of rejecting him and having to see him at school the next day.
"(Y/N)! Come on, your break ended ten minutes ago!" Your coworker Mae yelled at you from the other room. Grumbling, you shove your phone into your back pocket, before walking back into the front room.
You didn't mind working, since your jobs were pretty normal. On weekdays you'd work after school as a tutor while on weekends you worked at a cafe near your home. Your grandparents were old, and you didn't want them to have to keep working at their age, even if they insisted. Sometimes though, you do wonder if you're missing out on the regular teenager experience, which is why you're so excited to go the Host Club Party with Haruhi, even if you do have to go to work the day after, it's worth it.
"What were you doing back there?" Mae asked, elbowing your side to grab your attention. Mae's always treated you like a younger sibling, which you don't really know how to feel about. She's nice and all, but a little too nosey for your liking.
"Nothing, just texting a friend." You respond while pouring some coffee. She scoffs, side-eying you.
"Really? Last I checked you didn't really have friends at that fancy school of yours." She laughs when you groan and smack her lightly on the arm. She wasn't wrong, but it still hurt.
"Well now I do." You say matter-a-factly. "And he even asked me to go to a dance with him." You don't know why you're telling Mae this, maybe a part of you wanted brag a bit. Either way, the surprised face Mae gives you makes you feel accomplished, like you achieved some great feet of something.
"Really?! Oh my god, did you except?" You face feel at the question, and suddenly all the butterflies and excitement you felt was washed away in an instant.
"No...I was asked by someone else and I said yes." You whisper, embarrassed. "And now I don't know how to tell him."
Mae shoots you a sympathetic look "man, I feel ya." She groans a bit. "You should probably let him down easy. You never know, he could be a psycho or something." You shake your head again.
"No, he's not like that. He's really nice, that's the problem."
Mae shrugs. "I don't see one if that's the case. Just be honest." You nod, dejected. You wish you were like Mae, confident and charming, watching as she turned and smiled at the customers. She was so sure of herself, and you wonder if that's what life is like when you get older. You'd grow up and have this awakening where you understand who you are and how to live your life. You laugh to yourself as you realize how stupid that sounds, but you desperately want it to be true.
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(Y/n) (L/n): Hey Haruhi, when is this dance supposed to be? I was never told?
Haruhi Fujioka: It's this Friday night after school. You're still able to come right? I know you had to work.
Haruhi must've overheard you when you were yelling at the twins. That or he just knows your work schedule somehow.
(Y/n) (L/n): I should get off in time.
You smile to yourself, excited. This is your first dance, and you're going with someone who seems to really like you. Laying back on the pillows of your bed you wonder what you're going to wear, if you should go out shopping for an outfit or make one yourself. What would Haruhi be wearing, you know he'd just look so handsome.
Everything was so great in your head that you barely felt the ding of your phone in your hand.
Kaoru: Hey (Y/n) :), have you decided if you're coming yet???
Your heart dropped, sinking all the way to your stomach, nearly stopping in surprise. You didn't know what to say or do, but your body took over before you could even realize it.
(Y/n) (L/n): I'm sorry Kaoru, I was asked by someone else, and I'd excepted. I hope to see you there though.
You pressed send as closed your eyes, taking deep harsh breaths. You didn't want Kaoru to hate you, he was so kind and probably the most normal person in the Host Club, other than Haruhi.
You didn't get a response for a while, minutes passing before you heard the dreaded ding.
Kaoru: That's no problem :). Who asked you though?
You wanted to say Haruhi, you really did, but you felt like it would be started unneeded drama. You didn't want to cause any tension, that is if you were even capable of making that much of an impact on anyone.
(Y/n) (L/n): Just some person in my art class, you wouldn't know them.
His response was nearly instantaneous.
Kaoru: That's alright. I'll see you tomorrow.
You sigh, turning off your phone. The dance was in two days, and your excitement was like a rollercoaster, up and down as you keep struggling with these confusing feelings. You're excited, you just don't want to hurt anyones feelings.
"(Y/n), you better be in bed!"
"I am Grandpa!" You turn your light off, and close your eyes with a feeling of dread for the next day.
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You hadn't seen Kaoru or Haruhi all day, making you wonder if they're avoiding you. You know that's stupid, they're probably just busy, but your anxious mind just doesn't buy it. You try and focus on your classes and your assignments, but it gets harder and harder as the hours in the day tick away slowly.
Now you're just sitting outside as you sketch. You had a free period and nothing to do, so this was the next best thing. Maybe you should text Kaoru, apologize again. That could cause more problems though. You didn't was to seem overbearing, so you decide not to pull your phone out in desperation.
Its sad, how in just the span of a few days you've become as anxious mess over two boys who probably won't remember you after you graduate.
You try and focus on your drawing, but your mind won't let you.
"There you are!"
You nearly jump out of our seat at the loud yelling. You turn, locking eyes with a very angry looking blond. It was Tamaki, his brows furrowed and his arms crossed at he stomped right in front of you. His tall frame blocked out the sun and as you craned your head to look at him, you could tell he was not happy.
"Uh--hello?" You murmur, raising a brow in confusion.
He scowls, huffing at you like you've committed a crime. "Why did Haruhi ask you to the dance?"
"Cuz he asked me?" You said, even more confused somehow. Tamaki doesn't respond this time, pinching the bridge of his nose before taking a seat right down next to you. You back away slightly.
"I thought Kaoru asked you--he said he asked you."
You look away, embarrassed. "He did it's just--Haruhi asked me right after and...I don't know I just said yes." You looked at him. "Are you and him--y'know...together?"
Tamaki blushes, shaking his head before covering his mouth with his hands. His words were muffled slightly but you could hear the embarrassment in him. "No--we're not. But if you hurt him I'll--"
You wave him away, spearing him from saying any more. "It's fine--I get it." He nods, his face much less red than before. In this moment, he looks calm, and you can't help but notice how beautiful he is.
"What are you drawing?" He asks, breaking you out of your admiring. You look down at your sketchbook, different sketches of birds littering the page. You turn it a bit so he can see better, watching as his eye widens at the drawings.
"You're very talented." Now you feel yourself grow shy, closing the book after you've had enough. You shake your head, putting the sketchbook in bag, before standing up slowly. You wave at him awkwardly, attempting to leave before quickly being stopped by the blond.
"Do you know how to dance?" He asks suddenly, you shake your head.
He smiles, making you feel warm, before quickly making you feel shy. "You should come later today, I can teach you." He offers. You didn't know why, or how, but you muster up the courage to nod.
"Okay." You swear you see a small blush. "I'll see you soon."
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A/n: sorry for taking so long. Hope you enjoy.
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Phone Calls || Ethan Landry
warnings// overused gf phonecall smut plot, you all mad at me for cutting it short probably, she touches herself and he watches lol, ethan being a menace, degradation <3
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She was alone when the phone rang, watching her favorite show. She was biting into a piece of the watermelon she'd grabbed in the kitchen when it startled her into dropping it.
"Hello?" she huffed, picking up the piece from her comforter.
"Hello y/n," the rasp was unmistakable to her ears.
Reagrdless, her eyes rolled, "Turn that stupid thing off. You made me drop my watermelon you jerk."
He sighed on the other end of the line, cutting the voice changer, "You know I thought it'd be funny-"
"To call me using your serial killer persona voice? Ha. I find it hilarious."
"You said it was hot when I showed up covered in blood ," she could hear his pout.
Switching to speaker phone, she sat the phone on the pillow beside her, "It was. Hell even the voice effect is... something. But your voice is my favorite."
She continued to eat her fruit, smiling at the sound of his silence at the end of the line.
He never knew how to take compliments. His flustered behavior gave her an idea. Why not push his limits?
"You sound pretty all the time but I love when you whisper in my ear. Or when you get all grumpy and assertive and sound all... aggressive."
He can tell what she's up to, and it has the opposite effect she'd imagined. Rather than turn bashful, he cuts straight to the very tone she'd talked about.
"Is that so, baby?"
"Mhm," she smiles, though he can't see her.
"Now that I think about it... you do fall apart so easily with just a few words," he's tempting with his words, "dont you pretty?"
The fruit is moved to her bed side table as she readjusts in her sheets, "The words you choose to say play a part too you know."
"Yeah? Like what?"
Heat floods her body as she thinks of all the different things he says. When she's on top of him. When she's pinned beneath him. How he begs when he's in her mouth.
"When you call me yours."
"And don't forget it. What else?"
She can feel her panties as they catch the heat pouring out of her.
"How you say my name when you.." she trails off, eyes shut.
"When I what baby?"
A sigh rushes out of her, "when you're inside of me."
"You just love when I fuck you, don't you?"
Her fingers trail to the line of her shorts, inching them down, "You know I do."
He could hear the slight whine in her voice, "Are you touching yourself?"
She gave no answer as her fingers run through her slit.
"Answer me slut."
She rolled her eyes.
"Yes mr. psycho killer," she snorted.
"Don't roll your eyes at me baby," his voice was less angry and more teasing, "now you're gonna do what I say, yeah?"
She'd come to the conclusion that he was watching her. Which also led her to believe that if she did as she was told, he'd fuck her the way she really wanted. Deal.
"Yes sir," she smiled, eyes wandering to the window at the far side of the room. She imagined he'd be sitting there, up in the tree beside it, watching her.
"Good. Now, play with that pretty pussy just like I would hm?"
She didn't need to be told twice. Slow circles across her clit made bumps break on her skin. She could feel her temperature rising as she grew needier with the teasing touches she granted herself.
"Look at you, teasing yourself just like I would. I bet you wish it was me though," she could hear the pride in his voice and while it annoyed her, orgasms trumped annoyance any day.
She took a breath, "Ethan please."
"Please what baby?"
"Just come in and touch me," she tried to keep her composure, "I'll do anything."
"Make yourself come and we'll talk about me touching you."
She groaned in frustration, "feels so much better when its you though!"
He laughed in a breath, "I know it does. But i want to watch you."
She knew he'd get what he wanted. He always did with that smile and those stupid fucking brown eyes of his. Disagreements were nonexistent the moment he made her look at him and shes pissed at the fact just picturing him is enough to make her more agreeable.
Regardless, her fingers slip into her cunt as she mumbles his name, dragging through her in a quick speed.
"Faster, angel," he demands.
"Please," she moans, "keep talking baby, please"
"God you're a whore. Touching yourself to my voice?"
Fucking hell.
Her eyes squeeze shut as he continues, "Such a pretty whore though hm? My pretty whore."
She nodded, curling her fingers in just the right way to make her whine.
"Sound so needy too, can't fucking wait to touch you honey."
She curses as she falls apart, crying his name and within seconds her closet door is thrown open.
A scream fills her room as he steps into the light.
"Fuck you!" she huffs, shooting daggers into the man ten feet away.
"You knew I was watching," he grins, making his eay towards her before crawling ontop of her.
"You know you say my name so pretty when you come?" he teases.
She finds her eyes rolling again as she glares up at him, "You said you'd fuck me if I listened."
He laughs, fingers stroking the column of her neck as he takes her lips on his own. She was perfect for him. So needy and so fucking mean. He loved it. He loved her.
Her fingers find home in his hair as she wraps her legs around his waist, dragging him closer into her.
The hand beside her head is supporting him as his free hand locks on her waist, holding her to the mattress beneath them.
As she gives a particularly sharp tug to his hair, he gasps into the kiss, hand rushing to her throat. As he sinks his fingertips into the flesh of her neck, she grins into the kiss hes pressing to her lips, "Harder."
He fights the laugh in his throat as she stares up at him, "You're in no place to make demands."
Before she can utter another word, he's squeezing tighter and letting his mouth cover the space across her chest, enjoying the way her body reacts to every move he makes. The way her back arched and her hips would roll against nothing gave him a pride he'd never had before her. She gave him a lot of things he'd never had before.
"I think," he began to drag his hand over her still dripping pussy, "I want a taste."
Her body shivered at the contact as he got between her legs. She could feel that she was insanely wet, but his commentary on it made her body burn with embarassment.
"You get so wet for me," he grinned, pressing his lips along the insides of her thighs.
Her hands attach to his shoulders as his mouth connects with her clit, tongue immediately rolling over it in slow motions. As her hips rose from the bed, his hands locked around her waist, forcing them down.
Her head fell back as his fingers slipped inside of her. She knew she was in for a long fucking night.
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stubborn | spencer reid
warnings: being held hostage by an unsub, torture in the form of slapping, tasers and hair pulling, reader is very stubborn and sassy, spencer is a bit mean i apologize, spencer calls you not smart, being called names like stupid and brat, idk what else
I really wanna write a part 2 about the aftermath so let me know if you wanna see that
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"Guys! Guys! I got something!" Garcia rushed into the conference room, setting her laptop on the table and turning on the tv. There you were, completely out of it, obviously with the way your head lolled back. You were heated up, bruised badly and your head was bleeding but you were obviously so out of it that you didn't even notice. "Where is this coming from?" Hotch asked as Garcia shook her head, "I-I don't know, it's pinging off to many towers, whoever is doing this is- is using so many different encryptions and firewalls." (genuinely don't know tech terminology im so sorry if this took y'all out of it I apologize) She was shaking, so worried about you she wasn't sure she could think straight.
Spencer was the same way, but he knew he couldn't think straight. The way you looked, where you were, reminded him so much of how Tobias Hankle had treated him. Every single aspect that he had tried so hard to forget was coming back to him now. The abuse, the drugs, the cravings. He held onto the chair with an iron grip, knuckles turning white. He didn't want to see you like this, he didn't like the thoughts running through his head right now. He didn't wanna see the abuse you were going to endure, he didn't want to hear your tortured screams. This was his own form of torture.
You really couldn't feel anything but you figured that was for the better. Your head rolled to the side, your eyes were open but everything was so blurry you couldn't even see. You could make up an outline of someone, someone tall. For a moment you felt joy, you felt safety. "Spence?" You said. But it wasn't spencer, he was on the other side of a screen and when he heard his name, his heart broke. He wanted to be able to yell at you, tell you that it wasn't him, tell you to run even if you weren't sure if your legs could move. But he couldn't, he just had to sit there and watch.
"Not quite," The man said, walking closer to you so you could see him. Your eyes narrowed as you realized the man in front of you truly wasn't Spencer and was in fact some psycho. You jerked in your restraints, trying to punch whoever was in front of you but yet you couldn't move. "Good try," he chuckled coldly. "Jesus christ," you murmured, looking down to see your hands tied to the chair. "You're begging for someone who doesn't exist honey," the man said. You rolled your eyes at that, "seriously? Why do you care if I beg for someone you don't believe in? Besides i wasn't begging I was-" You were cut off with a sharp slap to your face.
Spencer really wished you weren't so catty sometimes. Sure, he liked it sometimes, especially when you were able to stick up for yourself or him when someone said something rude. But right now he was begging you to keep your mouth shut. "Was that really necessary? You could've just told me to shut up-" once again you were slapped again. "Shut the fuck up!" He yelled at you. "Okay!" You yelled back. Spencer cringed, "why won't she just be quiet," he groaned. "Spence, she's trying-" JJ started but Spence stopped her, "I don't care what she was trying! She knows better than to fight back when she's unable to physically fight! All this will do is get her in more trouble!" He said, slamming his fist on the table as he watched you. "Kid, she's a smart girl." Derek tried to say but spencer shook his head, "She's not being smart right now." He said.
Spencer was right, you weren't being smart and deep down you knew that but god, you were so fucking angry. Angry at yourself, angry at the man in front of you. You don't even remember how you were taken, you don't remember what you did for this to happen, all you knew is it had to somehow be your fault. "Finally, she shuts up," the man said, grabbing your face and making you look up at him. "You're much prettier when you're quiet. Does your boyfriend ever tell you that? I bet he does because you can never seem to just shut the fuck up," he spat. You clenched your jaw at the mention of Spencer. "How the Fuck do you know about my boyfriend?" You asked, looking up at him angrily. "Why? Does that bother you when I mention him? Does it make you angry that i know about him?" He asked, squeezing your face to the point that it hurt. "Don't fucking touch him," you spat at him making the man pull back and wipe his space of your spit. "God, you're really fucking dumb aren't you?" He said. "Still smarter than you," you said.
Spencer couldn't watch this, he couldn't watch you dig yourself into a hole that he wasn't sure you'd come out alive. His jaw clenched as he watched you be tased, your head falling back as you cried out in pain. "Oh my god," Garcia said, shielding her eyes. Spencer forced himself to watch, he had to know, he had to see what happened so he would know how to help you when you got back. He needed to know, despite the fact that these images would be engrained in his brain forever.
"This isn't helping, we need to figure out where she is and I don't know how watching this will help." JJ spoke, half tired of watching you be tortured and half wanting to actually find you. "I don't see anything identifying in the background, no windows, no pictures." Emily pointed out. "She might say something if she knew he was filming. She may know where she is." Derek pointed out. "She can barely even see straight and with how much she's talking she might not even make it through the night," Spencer muttered. "Spence!" JJ said. "What?! I'm right! I love her but she never shuts the fuck up and right now it may cause her death but yet she's still too fucking stubborn to just shut the fuck up and pay attention," He spat. He was angry, he had every right to be. but his anger was misdirected at you. He was mad at the unsub, mad that a man took you and was holding you hostage and torturing you. He wasn't mad at you, a bit annoyed but never mad.
"Spencer, you are not helping us right now. We understand you're mad but you have no right to talk about her like that." JJ said. Spencer just shook his head, jaw clenching. "As much as you may hate this Reid, we need you. And what we need is for you to watch, to listen, see if her or she says something that may give us a hint. Can you do that? Or do I need to kick you out?" Emily asked, giving him a pointed look. "I understand, i Can do that." He said through gritted teeth. He finally sat down and just stared at the tv. He was thankful you couldn't hear him, he genuinely felt bad about what he said but he couldn't even apologize to you because you weren't here.
Your head fell forward after being tased multiple times finally stopped. "Will you be quiet now?" The man asked. You nodded, reluctantly. You wanted to speak but you were in so much pain you couldn't. You were shaking, you couldn't even move your head with how tired your body was. "Good, finally." He said, "now you can get a good look at this." The man said as he walked behind you. He grabbed your head roughly by your hair, pulling your head back to look up. You tried to focus your eyes but you couldn't, everything was so blurry and your head had started to hurt. "Do you see that? They can see you. They're watching. God, that's what makes this fun, knowing they're watching you but they can't do anything to help. Isn't that fun?" He asked. You didn't respond and obviously that made him angry. He yanked your head back by your hair making you let out a pathetic cry. "Answer me," he demanded. "Thought you didn't want me to talk?" You said tiredly. "You're a fucking brat you know that? I don't know how anyone puts up with you." He let go of your hair and your head fell forward once again.
Spencer closed his eyes tightly, breathing heavily. This was torture for him and now he knew the unsub was enjoying it. The unsub knew this wasn't only torture for you but for them too and he loved it. He hated every second of this, he hated every time you opened your mouth. It pained him, he knew you were angry, it didn't take a profiler to see that, but he just couldn't understand why you wouldn't stop talking back.
"I have to go out, you stay put okay?" He said, pushing your hair out of your face. It was oddly tender coming from a man who had just slapped you, tased you and pulled your hair and not in the enjoyable way. "Gotta make sure you look pretty for your boyfriend," he said. He then grabbed his keys and left. You couldn't think straight, everything was setting in so slowly. They were watching, you kept having to repeat that to yourself till you would believe it was true. You tried to lift your head but it just fell back down. You groaned, angry at yourself that you couldn't even look at the camera. You had something to tell them, you had seen the unsubs face and they hadn't. He wore a black ski mask around you and know you knew why, he had been filming this.
"B-bl-blue eyes," you spoke slowly, tiredly. You needed to get this out before you passed out again. Spencer raised his head to watch you. "H-he has blue eyes and brown hair." You had to stop to breathe. "S-scar on his face, left side on his cheek. P-please understand I am okay, i am strong," you croaked out. Your voice was betraying you and you hated it. It made you angry, making you clench your fists. "I can take It.. i-i don't know where I am.. it's the woods- i-I don't remember how I got here. Please- just find me," you closed your eyes tightly trying to hold back your tears. You dug your nails into the wood of the chair trying to calm yourself and ground yourself. Spencer had to stop himself from crying too, "Garcia, did you get that?" He asked. "Yes- yes I did. I'm looking. I'm searching. Uh blue eyes, dark hair, scar- uh- Jeffery Golden," She said looking at Spencer. "Name and address?" JJ asked. "Sending now," Garcia said. The team stood up and were quick to leave, Spencer included.
Garcia kept watch on you, once the team left she broke down and started crying. She had to constantly remind herself that you were okay but it was hard, especially when she was watching you fall apart in front of her eyes. They found the man, Jeffery Golden. But the problem was, you weren't there, you weren't in his house nor his job. You weren't there and that scared the shit out of Spencer. They had the man but no clue where you were and if they didn't find you soon, you may not survive due to your injuries. Sure, he could see the ones on the outside but he wasn't sure about any internal bleeding.
"Where is she?" Rossi asked the unsub who was sitting across the table from him. "Now where's the fun in telling you?" He asked, smirk playing in his face. "If you tell us where she is, we will tell them you cooperated. Now tell us where she is." Hotch said in his demanding tone. "Where's the boyfriend? I wanna talk to him," he said, leaning back in his chair. "Absolutely not, you tell us where she is and maybe we will talk about a deal." Rossi said. "Here's my deal, you let me talk to the doctor and then I'll tell you where she is." He said, still smirking.
With that Hotch and Rossi walked out. "Let me in there," Spencer immediately said. "No, we don't know if he's being honest," Hotch said. "That doesn't matter, if he's willing to talk then I should go in there." Spencer said. "He just wants to mess with you Reid, he has said it himself that he enjoys this." Rossi said. "I don't care, this is our only chance. Please just let me talk to him. Please," Spencer begged. Hotch shook his head, "Fine, but the second it goes wrong I will pull you out of there." He said. Spencer nodded before walking into the room.
"There he is, the stunning Dr. Spencer Reid." The unsub said, relaxing in his seat as Spencer and Hotch walked in. "How are you? How have you been?" He asked but no one spoke. Hotch sat down, "Reid," he said. Spencer stared at the guy as he sat down. "Oof, someone is angry, how can you truly be angry over someone like her? If anything I think she needs this. Someone needs to teach her to keep her mouth shut, arent I right, Dr. Reid?" He asked. Spencer was unwavering, showing no emotion. "Where is she?" Was all he asked. "Oh come on, give me something Spence! I know you think of her the same way I do. An annoying brat who has never learned to shut the fuck up and look where it got her. She needed to learn her lesson." He stated. Still he remained emotionless. "You said if we brought him in here, you would tell us where she is." Spencer said. "I said that and I may have lied. But come on, admit it. You hate her just like I do." He said. Spencer slammed his fists on the table, "I love her! Tell me where she is!" He yelled. Hotch stood up, "Reid, out," he said sternly. "No, Hotch he fucking knows where-" Hotch cut him off, "Out!" He said louder this time. Finally, Spencer listened and left the room. "I got something! Y/n said something about the woods so I looked into him-" Garcia was speaking fast but still Hotch stopped her, "Garcia," he said. "I think I have an address." Garcia said. She then immediately sent the address to the team and they were quick to be on their way.
Spencer was the first to find you, of course he was. He was on a mission and the mission was finding you. "Y/n, y/n, im here," he said, grabbing your face gently and pulling you up to look at him. You groaned in response as JJ undid your cuffs. "Look at me, tell me you hear me, please," Spencer begged. "You're so loud," you muttered, giving him a weak smile as your eyes slowly opened. God, it was good to see his face. "I know, im loud, i talk a lot, I worry, but god, im so happy you're okay," Spencer said, stroking your face. "I wouldn't say I was okay," you spoke so softly spencer could barely even hear you. But for once, he was so happy to hear your sass. "I know, the ambulance is coming. We'll get you checked out and you'll be okay." He said. He was the only thing keeping you from freaking out, from worry about the extensive list of injuries you'd have. It just felt so good to be in his hands again that you didn't care about your pain or injuries.
The ambulance showed up but god you were grateful. You felt so close to passing out and you didn't want to. You wanted to see Spencer, you wanted to remember his face just like he could remember yours. You wanted to memorize him, you wanted to love him. "Hey, it's okay, I'm still here." Spencer said as he held your hand in the ambulance. "Spence?" Your voice was soft and hard to hear through the oxygen mask. You pulled it down with your shaking hand. "Hey, no, no, you need that," Spencer said, trying to put it back but you shook your head. "N-no, im so sorry. Im sorry i talk too much. I'm sorry I did this-" Spencer shook his head, "No, you didn't do this, this wasn't your fault." He said, trying to comfort you. "Yes it was Spence, I talk to much, I made him hurt me because I can't shut up. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I'll learn, i promise," you began to cry. You tried to be strong but you knew you couldn't. No amount of sass would mask just how hurt you were.
Spencer hated this, no matter how many times he would say it, you would never believe it wasn't your fault. No matter what he would say, you would never be yourself again. You wouldn't be able to be sassy again, you wouldn't be as stubborn as you was. And he'd miss it, he'd miss every second of it. Every second of you talking back to him, every second of you being too stubborn to stay back with Garcia, he'd miss every single second of it and it broke him.
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This Will Be The Day That I Die
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Part 2 |
Pairings: Wednesday X Reader (Any gender)
Warnings: Suicide attempt, Mental health issues, depression, Wednesday being a psycho, crying, reader having bad parents.
Words: 900+
It was time for the results. You already knew you would fail again, but you couldn't this time, your parents think you are a disgrace. You wanted to slap the good results into their face but only if you got them. You had failed, again and again. Principal Weems was concerned. Maybe putting across this to your parents might help, but she doesn't know how they behave. Only if she knew.
You were waiting for your parents by the door to the Principal's office. Trying to control the tears, you looked above, to see them coming. It had felt like your death was near.
"What did you do this time?" Your father grabbed you by the chin and moved it to look straight into his eyes. "Do have anything else to do rather than just shaming us in front of the whole school?" He tried to clench his nails against your chin and neck but released it forcefully and scoffed. He opened the door to peacefully greet Weems, if anything your family was good at was being fake. "Good Morning Mr. and Mrs. Y/L/N. Please grab a seat" Weems smiled and looked at you, her smile disappeared when she saw you, not because of your horrible results but because of how you looked. You had dark circles underneath your eyes. You just happened to look very weak for an outcast who is a vampire.
As you stood beside your mother, Weems had given your father a report of your results. "I'm concerned about Y/N, their results have been dropping since last semester. Is everything okay with her?" Weems with care in her eyes looked at you, but you were trying to hide your face by looking down to the floor. Oh good it will be, the cold harsh floor mixed with hot red blood. The fact that it sounds like an irony, but it's not.
Your father had laughed it off, he had already hated the fact that your mental health was awful, and now people suspecting it will make him just angrier. He didn't want it getting out. "There is nothing wrong with them, okay? They just don't study."
"I might agree but I have seen Y/N trying hard enough, I was just concerned that it might be some environmental factors or even the condition of her in your house." Weems had put across a valid point but your father was a rigid piece.
"YOU THINK Y/N IS NOT BEING TREATED GOOD??!" He shouted your mother trying to stop him, it all depends on their reputation after all.
"I didn't mea-"
"YOU CERTAINLY DID, WE'RE DONE HERE" He got up and your mother grabbed your wrist and followed your father out of her room.
She released it forcefully and turned to look at you, "You can't do anything right, can you?"
"I wish you would have died the day you were born" Your father clenched his fist. "whatever, lets just leave, she's a shame on our family."
"I'm sorry please" you cried as they left. Your body had felt so heavy, that you fell on your knees and whined. Your chest was stinging. You saw them leave, again.
You wish they stayed, but they never did. You wish they could have understood you, they never did.
You felt a cold hand on your shoulder, you wiped your tears and looked above. Finding Addams.
"What?" your hoarse voice had said in very not polite way.
"Comforting people is not really my forte but, I suppose being a killer is better than being a cry baby" For first time, her voice didn't sound so rude as it did before.
"What do you mean?" You stood and looked straight into her eyes with a confused expression.
"I think you should not let them have the peace of you struggling. I can help you with that if you want." She smirked.
"God, Wednesday are you kidding me?" You rolled your eyes and left for your dorm.
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How good it will be, to see the hot blood spilled on the cold concrete floor. It was over for you. You handled it for so long now you have to burst out. Silently.
It's said that truth hits you hard but reality waits for you until you're ready to accept it. Then it hits like an irony of emotions. Peace yet a piece of confusion in your heart that wants to rest. Supplying blood for a long time isn't really easy, you know.
As you enjoyed 'American Pie' for one last time, reciting the lyrics "This will be the day that I die." A smile appeared on your face. Just imagine how your rested body will feel, free of the world.
As the song was in its last verse, you picked up a blade near your wrist, ready. You relived the memories you made, with Enid, Yoko, and Bianca. Sometimes even Weems, then the new goth girl. Wednesday.
You think about Wednesday, remembering what she said to you. She might have been right. Dying is boring, but taking revenge on the people is adventurous. You throw away the blade and run away. Never to be found again.
She should be right.
They were singin', Bye bye, Miss American Pie
Drove my chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
Them good ol' boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
Singing, "this will be the day that I die"
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Part 2?
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My Thoughts Echoing Your Name | Part 4
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|Pairing|: Wednesday Addams x gender neutral reader.
|Warnings|: Afraid of commitment! Wednesday Addams, reader cried ugly, lame banters, author gave up-ish on writing from paragraph 3, Jealous! Wednesday Addams, lame-ass guy still exists.
|Summary|: Even after Wednesday Addams broke your heart, the ache for her is unbearably still there.
|A/n|: I struggled with this one, there's 5 different drafts until I decided to just type whatever comes in mind, and here you have it, a not-last-part of Burning Red. Next and final part is out!
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Music.
It's coming from outside your window.
You strain your ears, and they manage to catch the all-too-familiar tune. It's frickin' Aerosmith blasting in the middle of the night.
Great. Now you look like an idiot from some cliche romantic comedy movie—tears streaming down your cheeks with snotty tissue papers scattered about your bedsheets, a pathetic teenager bawling their eyes out with a love song playing in the background.
Wednesday, the girl of your dreams, was never yours.
It feels funny. How you thought that after leaving Wednesday yet again for the second time that evening, you would finally find peace in the four walls of your dorm space. But instead, here you are, throat hoarse, eyes stinging, chest ragged, nose sniffling, and some psycho has decided to interrupt your much-needed de-stressing session.
The universe must hate you.
You plop down your bed while your eyelids close, drowning in the all-consuming black void while the faint chord of music continues to play. A sound escaped your lips. A defeated chortle. It sounded so weak that you were almost sure it hadn't come out of you, the voice so uncharacteristic of your usual relaxed, carefree laughter.
Memories of your latest cafe commotion flash through your mind, and you feel your heart sinks and touch your diaphragm.
Is this it? Have you been reduced to a heartbroken pathetic fool? The obnoxious images assault your brain, and you scream into your pillow as you give in to the torture, mind re-living the appalling incident at Weathervane.
"Whoa, who are you?" the man across from you and Wednesday asked, his trunk no longer attached to the sofa booth, legs standing up hurriedly at Wednesday's intimidating display.
Wednesday pulls the side of your body closer, both your hips bruisingly pressed to each other as she speaks, "I believe I should ask you the same question."
You squirm under Wednesday's tight grip, unable to decide if you should break free or admit defeat and stay at your place. You chose the latter, partly to assess the situation but also because you've stupidly missed her touch, despite how much you wish to smack the face of the girl standing beside you.
The man's face contorts into confusion before his brows shoot up and his mouth gapes, finally coming to an irksome realization.
"You- you're that outcast from the freak school, right?"
Wednesday, a freak, though she wasn't the only one.
"Your obviously puny brain might want to try coming up with something a little more descriptive than that."
The man ignored Wednesday's insult, finger now raised to point at the raven-haired girl. "No, yeah, I remember you. You're that crazy girl who played cello while the ceremony caught fire."
He takes a small step back from the two of you, the tissue paper in his hand now crumpled. "They said you were the one who staged it all."
"I have to say, the town's people here might not be too dense after all," came Wednesday's haughty reply, and you're starting to get sick of the pointless banter displayed.
The man turns his face to you, "We should go, like now."
You didn't move from your spot—or rather you can't. Wednesday's arm wraps around you more firmly, and you don't know if you hate the feeling of it; the hint of possessiveness in the gesture offers sweet promises and false hope.
Wednesday, the black dahlia that will be the death of you.
It doesn't take a genius to find out, so the next words that come out of the man's mouth are no surprise.
"Wait, you know this girl?" the person you've yet to learn their name asked, and when you didn't answer, he took another step back, his hands now coming up to pull on the base of his hair in horror.
"I can't believe you're friends with this psychopath," and you feel your stomach churn at the man's words. Not at his obviously condescending tone or the sudden behavior change but at the word he chose to use.
Wednesday, a friend. Is that how he sees the two of you?
Even a stranger seems to think this, so could it be true? Oh, how you want to say no because friends don't act this way. They don't get upset about dates; they don't go on those. The romantic kinds, at least.
Their hearts don't hammer against their chests, not when they hold each other's hands so tight they can feel the blood rush under their skin.
They don't swap spit and shove their tounges down each other's throats, and they won't get upset if one of them says that it's all that is. A kiss. After all, friends can kiss each other, right?
But most importantly, they don't get upset when strangers think they're indeed friends.
Wednesday now feels like a foe, and you know you've lost.
"But we're not friends, are we?" You finally turn your head to look at Wednesday's face, and when you see whatever cryptic expression she's got on her front, you lose all hope.
"We're nothing," your voice shakes in defeat, and your free hand tries to pry Wednesday's arm off you, "so I shouldn't have been upset."
"We're nothing," you lift the fingers gripping your hips tightly one by one, "you were right, and I was wrong."
"We're nothing," you look at her previously cold hand that now desperately holds yours, and you wonder if this may be the last time you'll ever get the chance to touch her, "so you should let me go."
You pull your hand to your side forcefully. The cold and the warmth were no more; it was just you.
"So I should go."
The cafe's doorbell chimes, and you leave Wednesday and the stranger behind you, not daring to look back at them, at her.
Because maybe if you do, you'll see that tears have stained her face just like yours have, and you don't know if you'll survive with the sight burned to your brain.
Wednesday, now a ripped page of the book you wish you could burn.
You open your eyes, and the light frays them, making your brows furrow as you groan into the room. The music was no longer there. Gone. Only deafening silence kills your heart and robs your soul. You feel so painfully alone.
Breathing in the air, you look up and see spiders making webs on your ceiling. They dance, weaving more web out, painting beautifully intricate patterns bit by bit.
Your mind calms down, the bitter thoughts now replaced with a name, and your mind holds to it and repeats it like a mantra.
Wednesday
Wednesday
Wednesday
Wednesday
Wednesday
You want to see her.
Wednesday
Wednesday
Wednesday
Wednesday
Wednesday
You want to feel her.
Wednesday
Wednesday
Wednesday
Wednesday
Wednesday
Your heart calls out her name.
Wednesday
Wednesday
Wednesday
Wednesday
Wednesday
Oh, you miss her.
"Wednesday." Your voice calls out her name; a knock answers.
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𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦.
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kurt cobain x fem!reader
summary: after breaking up with courtney, kurt can breath beside his beloved y/n. his soul is free, but y/n's dreams aren't. trigger warning: knives, bad dreams, baddy written fluff (?), courtney is evil in that one word count: 1.169k
it could be a peaceful night, after days of fight –divorcing from courtney, y/n wanted to be beside kurt, supporting him by taking care of frances at home, or taking a confession on court, admitting to them that courtney in fact, were not okay. hanging out with them, it was y/n, who got a call from him when he locked up himself behind doors, when courtney called the police that he was trying to murder himself with a gun. getting there at the same time as the cops, she was the first witness the law called. after the sentence that kurt and courtney was no longer a couple, kurt and y/n went home. their romance started under his marriage, but it wasn't real cheating, y/n was too freaked out to do anything before their divorce. she didn't want to be a homewrecker, and plus, courtney frightened her until the end.
as courtney collected her leftover clothes, y/n turned to make some tea. she wished that the other woman could get away quickly, and the kettle boiled for too long.
"you know, i always wondered why kurt wanted you. i mean, you are truly beautiful, i can't take that away from you, it's just... you are so fucking dumb."
"...sorry, what?" y/n turned around. courtney leaned on the doorframe, smiling.
"you re so fucking dumb, really, really dumb if you think he's not gonna leave you. you are boring for him, yes, your... secrecy can be hot for awhile, but it's not enough to keep him."
"i'm sorry, but... why can't you accept the situation?" y/n barely whispered.
"why are you saying always sorry?" courtney's face was suddenly closer, her mouth grew bigger, and claws crawled on her fingers as she began to get closer to her. suddenly, grabbing y/n's shoulders, she grabbed her, tossing on the bed where usually she and kurt slept. something gleamed in the low light; a knife –courtney was holding a knife, pointing it to her. "sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry! you should apologize for being a whore and taking away my life!"
"i can't to anything, it was your fault!" y/n cried, trying to free herself, but courtney was too strong. way too strong, she draw blood from y/n's wrist.
"OF COURSE YOU CAN!" it wasn't her sound, it was like an animalistic scream, from the deep of her throat, her soul. "YOU CAN'T GET AWAY AFTER ALL OF THAT! YOU STOLE MY LIFE!"
"no!" y/n tried to scream. no, no, no, no!
"y/n, y/n..." courtney pointed the knife at her skin, slowly pulling it. she didn't felt pain, but it was terrifying.
"no, please, please no!" shaking, it was no help. no way out, she's gonna die here–
–in this stupid dream.
"y/n, please, wake up." it was kurt, but for a moment, and as he turned over her, she thought it was still her dream... or worse, that it was in fact, reality and that crazy psycho-bitch came to murder her. screaming, she looked at her wrists, almost hitting her lover in the head.
"courtney, kurt, what... what?" a single thought couldn't form in her mind as she fought her tears, catching her head from side to side to check that she wasn't in danger. "she's... where... she was, i don't, i'm sorry, just..."
"y/n, please, listen to me!" kurt pleaded, holding her face between his palms. "it was just a dream, just a dream, love."
"a dream? my wrists..." she murmured, looking at her hands. kurt held them, kissing it as they explored them together.
"see? nothing happened to you. your wrists are alright, just as your lovely body."
"yeah..." y/n nodded, inhaling and exhaling, kurt did it with her. tilting her forehead to his, seeking comfort from him. she still couldn't believe what she dreamt, it was so... real. but she didn't want to tell it to him, because it would just rile him up, and he deserved a good sleep after tiring days.
"or should i make some tea? it may help you to calm down." he asked, ready to stand up from the bed, making y/n whine like a baby cat and claw after him.
"please don't, just... stay here with me."
if you go away, maybe you never come back. she knew it wasn't true, but still, it was better to be safe than sorry.
"okay, then i'll just hug you until you're alright." he said, touching her chin, making her nod.
"yes, please." y/n ducked herself under his arms, not daring to close her eyes. the warmth of his body calmed her down, grabbing the back of his t-shirt, she didn't want to see him cry. stroking her back with his fingers, kurt kissed the crown of her hair.
"do you want to talk about it?" y/n shook her head. "no problem, babylove. you'll talk about it when you're ready."
"just some nasty things happened to my wrists." she murmured, making him look down to her.
"only in your dreams, darling. i'd never let anything happen to your precious wrists."
he helped her peeling off her sweated t-shirt, giving her a new one. offering her to bath, she declined. she was too scared to stay away from him even for a moment, so he just opened the window, the noises of the city always calmed her down since childhood.
"sorry for waking you up, baby." she whispered, facing him as he kept her lose by keeping his hand on her back and her hair, twirling her locks around his fingers. "i wanted you to sleep, to get rest."
"don't you dare to say sorry, love. i'm here to help you, just as you helped me these days, didn't you?" kurt asked, not even waiting for an answer, because he knew she did it. "we're here to help each other, and as long as i see that you're alright, it's worth everything."
y/n tried to say something, but kurt hushed her as he kissed her eyelids, her eyelashes.
"and what does matter a couple of hours? i missed you in my sleep either way. these days were tiring for all of us, but it's over now. tomorrow we gonna see bean, she's so happy for you every time she sees you."
"i'm glad." she smiled, brushing his short, blonde and angelic hair.
"i'm glad that you take part in my life. i know it's not a triumph, but..."
"it's the best thing that ever happened to me to be in your life." she whispered, giving him a longing, slow sweet kiss. resting her head on her pillow, inhaling his scent, she fell in love with him again.
"i love you, kurt." i love that you heal unconsciously the things you've never caused.
"i love you too, y/n. i'm never gonna let those ugly bad dreams get to you anymore."
and it was true. they never came again.
a/n: sorry if it wasn't that good, i'm just tryna get used to kurt's soft personality. but anyway, i like domestic fluff so maybe there's gonna be more like this.
if you want to see more of these, send me a req by comment or here
bye bye babiez
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aemonds-princeregent · 6 months
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Psycho! Aegon x Psycho! Reader (Honey Blood)
Warnings: Modern AU, Toxic relationship, psycho behaviour of both aegon and reader, smut, blood kink, +18
Part 1: Honey Blood
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She watched as Aegon cross the threshold of the coffe shop. He looked like an angel, his silver locks cradling his face. She thought no painting or picture would ever be near to how beautiful he was.
As he got closer to the cashier, she got more nervous and played with her dark hair, pulling some locks behind her ear.
-You're late- She said, almost a whisper.
-Never knew you were keeping taps, stalker- He said in a friendly and playfull tone.
-Sorry, i didn't mean...- She stuttered.
-It's alright love- He flashed a smile. And she was about to past out so she held onto the counter.
-What would you like?- She smiled.
-You tell me love.
-Chocolate with 3 sugars.
-You know me well- He smiled
Aegon handed her a black card and his fingers grazed hers. She tried to keep herself calm and continue with his order.
Then she saw him cross the street and walk into the Targaryen Inc. building.
It's true, he was late today. He usually came around for a cup of chocolate around 9am, today it was 11am. She thought she would like to know why. She had promised herself not to do it again, but Aegon just got the best of her.
She waited everyday for 9am just to see him. At night, she dreamed about him and what could she say for him to notice her and she did wanted to try one morning, but he came in, arms linked with a stunning girl, she must be a model or something she thought. But most of the time, he came alone, most people would want coffe but he wanted chocolate, icy on the summers and warm in winter.
As the time passed, she learned a few things, he was Aegon II Targaryen, soon to be CEO of Targaryen Inc., known to be quite the party animal and ladies man and quite fond of sweets.
As I said, she had promised herself not to do it again, but Aegon was driving her mad. Her doe eyes and inocent demeanor always got her out of trouble when following those she fancied, she would never get close to them, just follow them around cause she wanted to see them. She knew her infatuation would soon be onto another so she was satisified with just following them around. If anyone caught her, she pretended to be lost and one look at her doe eyes had people believing any excuse she would say.
So after work, she fixed her white blouse, put her hair in a ponytail and walked to the reception of Targaryen Inc. She pretended to be an assistant of another Company and asked for Aegon's private adress, she said she had been told to deliver some papers and her boss would kill her and worse fire her if she didn't suceed, she managed to convince the recepcionist and got Aegon's adress. He lived in the most luxurious part of the city, in the Targaryen Towers, the most expensive apartments of the city and owned by his family most likely.
She waited near the towers and there he was. He climbed out of his sports car and of course, another girl, this one was strawberry blonde, stunning and she followed fim into the building.
She knew it was time to go back to her apartment, but no one was waiting for her, she lived alone, no one would notice if she didn't came back, just for one night, she would go back to her apartment in the a.m. and be ready for work. She had never gone this far but Aegon called to her as if he owned her, she tried to convince herself.
She saw Aegon was asking the manager to park his Lambo, so she went into the backdoor of the building, walked to the nearest elevator and pressed the number 57.
Aegon lived on the 57th floor, apartment 11th.
She hid once she saw Aegon and the girl walking out of another elevator, they were kissing so hungrily, part of her wished she was the other girl and part of her was just happy watching, as she didn't like to be touched.
Aegon opened his door and he walked into his apartment, the blonde girl kissing his neck. He was distracted, so she just saw a chance and took it. She put her foot before the door could lock and as she heard them go upstairs, she walked into Aegon's apartment, being careful not to make any noise.
Then she followed them upstairs, Aegon's bedroom door was open and so was the walking closet in front, she walked into the walking closet and kept the door slightly open. She could see Aegon kissing her, taking off her clothes and trailing his tongue over her perk nipples. She felt her core, she wanted him so badly she could barely breath. And then, the girl went down on him, taking him into her mouth, Aegon gasping softly, looking straight at the walking closet door, looking straight at her.
She wanted to scape, but a part of her was spellbound by the moment, spellbound by Aegon. While the other part of her thought there was no way he was seeing her and allowing her to be there, so as much as she wanted him to see her, he was just probably staring at the door.
The blonde girl kept taking him and he kept staring at her through his door, his grunts getting louder as he came into the blonde's mouth. After that, he told the blonde that he would call her and that he had gotten a sudden headache and needed to rest for tomorrow's board meeting.
She remained hidden, she would leave once Aegon was sleep.
But as soon as she heard the main door, hurried steps came up the stairs and Aegon opened the door of his walk-in-closet.
-Hi love- He smiled with something devious in his eyes.
He look even more handsome if it was possible.
-I... I...- She stuttered.
The words stuck at her tongue.
He suddenly came and hugger her, caressing her dark long hair.
She stood still but she wanted to hug him so badly, she just pressed herself to him as much as she could, if she was dreaming, she didn't want to wake up. And then she felt him, as he rapidly slid some sort of fabric over her nose. She couln't breathe and something smelled weird, she tried to move her arms to put distance between them, but her consciousness went away.
-Shh....I know love, I know...- Aegon said softly as he caressed her cheek and carried her body on his arms.
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She woke up in a dark basement, it was clean and minimalistic, but had no windows. She felt someone was tying her arms behind her back, tying her to a pole, so she tried to scape, but her limbs seemed to be coming back into consciousness quite slowly, so she headbutted the figure and tried to run. But, he catch up to her quite quickly.
She focussed her eyes and there he was... her angel... Aegon, looking as beautiful as ever, blood pouring out of his nose, grazing his lips.
He just stood in front of her and she stood still, he pressed his hands to her shoulders and then her clavicle, she felt her body on fire, just aching for him so badly. He seemed to notice, and almost as if he could read her mind, he pressed his thumb to his blood and then licked his finger.
-Want a taste, love? - Aegon whispered into her mouth.
-Yes- She whispered.
Aegon kissed her and she could feel his blood on her tongue, warm and sticky and sweet. He tasted like heaven and she wished to caress his face and his hair so bad, but her hands were still tied behind her back.
Aegon grew hungrier and bit her lower lip, tasting her blood too. Aegon then pressed one of his hands to her waist as the other caressed her chest and her breast. They were moaning into the kiss, their tongues and lips coated in their blood, as drops of their blood were spilling onto her white shirt.
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melanieph321 · 2 months
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Ruben Dias - Friends With Benefits Part 1/6
Reposting this cuz it seems to have disappeared from my page
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Summary - Reader and Ruben have been in a friends with benefits situation for over three years now, with Reader eventually looking for something more serious. But what does Ruben want?
Enjoy!
The bar was full with people tonight, one of those after work specials, you thought. It was one of those places with that American Psycho feel, where people drank wine and whisky rather than Redbull-vodka and cheap pints of Guinness. And the interior design of the place resembled more of a fancy art gallery than a place to get drunk.
"From the gentlemen " Said a waitress, dressed in forbidden red, handing you a glass of dark liquor, gesturing over to the gentlemen sitting across from you, who's gaze watched you attentively. "He says once you've finished, come over."
By the looks of it he must have been flirting with the poor girl prior to her delivering your drink. Her hands were seen clenching the tray, knuckles white. Perhaps she was feeling guilty to be setting you up with a man she'd suspect to be unfaitful to you if you ever gave in.
You put a hand on your thigh, rubbing your exposed skin. Your other hand held your phone, typing a cryptic message to the unknown number that had previously sent you a message, telling you to chug the drink being delivered to you by the young waitress dressed in red.
"Thank you." You smiled, accepting your drink. You raised your glass, giving the gentlemen across from you a slight nod. The young waitress bowed her head, leaving you to it. Little did she know that two could play the game of seduction.
You took a swing of your drink, almost emptying all it's content in one go. The glass was left half empty now, leaving you with a burning sensation in your throat. The gentlemen across from you held his glass to his mouth, hiding his obvious grin.
The game was on.
You: What now?
Him: Take off your panties, tell me what they smell like?
You smiled at your screen. It was the seductive hand on your thigh, he had noticed, falling right into your trap.
You: As you wish.
You began moving your hand upwards your thigh, slow enough to tease him, but fast enough for anybody else not to take notice.
You kept your eyes on him, watching them widened with interest as your hand slipped under, tugging at the damped fabric that kept your throbbing pussy in check. You wiggled in your chair for the panties to detach from your ass, eventually sliding down the curve of your thighs and to your ankles, where you let them trap your high heels together in a tempting knot.
You smiled, watching him empty his glass, pouring the dark liquor down his throat. He was on his feet now, making his way over to you, faster than you could've imagined. That had been the deal though, whoever finished their drink first had to be the first one to approach. A silent game of cat and mouse, as the two of you had tried to get the other to finish their drink first, practically the entire night. Turns out a man weakness is and always will be a wet pussy.
You: A little help?
"Good evening." He said, taking the chair next to you, scooting it an extra inch closer.
"Evening." You said, cocking your head.
"A lady in distress I see."
You chuckled, but allowed the tip of your heel to put pressure against his outlined calf.
"Care to help?"
He leaned forward, his large frame covering the sight of you, preventing other people at the bar to see the tugging of hands.
"Carful now." You hissed. As his hand which now rested on your thigh, traveled upwards rather downwards towards your fallen panties.
He chuckled, flashing his white teeth. "Your cunt is mine, didn't you know that?"
You jumped, feeling him enter you, his warm hand beneath your dress, a slight panic because of your lack of movement caused by your trapped ankles.
"Carful now." He teased.
The feel of his thumb stroking your bead made you clenched around nothing.
"Ruben, not here." You gasped.
"Then where?" He grinned
You left the bar with a draft between your legs, your apartment only being a ten minute walk away.
You fumbled with the keys to the door as Ruben's groping hands and latching mouth made it difficult for you to concentrate.
As soon as you stumbled over the threshold clothes were coming off. You barley made it to the bedroom before his shaft was locked up inside of you, with you climbing on his cock, clinging on to his neck.
You woke up the next morning with a scolding headache and a naked man sleeping beside you to mend the pain.
Ruben had an alarm of his own. It went off the same time it had always done for these past three years.
"What are we?" You asked, as Ruben pressed your body against his, planting soft kisses down your shoulder.
"What do you mean?" He groaned, clearly distracted by more important things.
"What are we in terms of a relationship."
He paused the motion of rubbing your back, lifting his head to look at you. "We're friends, no?"
"The best of friends." He grinned, resuming the serenading of kisses, this time traveling down the slope of your neck and onto the trace of your collarbone.
Your eyebrows furrowed. "Don't you mean friends who fuck on a daily bases?"
"Ruben, I'm serious."
"I'm serious too." He said, a slight irritation in his voice as you forced all motion of kissing to stop once more.
"Okay, if we're the best of friends, how come every time you're in town you somehow always wake up in my bed?"
"Because your bed is the best." He pressed a swift kiss to your lips, sitting up in bed.
You rolled your eyes and fell back against the your pillow.
"Look, Y/N, I thought we went over this? I'm not looking for anything serious right now, neither are you, or at least that's what you told me."
"Friends?" He said in that trustful way he always did.
"Yeah, three years ago." You muttered.
Since then you and Ruben had shared numerous of moments like the one in the bar last night. Moments that would make any sane person qualify you two as more than just friends.
"With benefits." You agreed, grabbing a hold of the hand he offered to you, letting him pull you out of bed.
Maybe you should let things be with Ruben. He was a simple guy with simple needs and you knew exactly where you had him in terms of a relationship. It was just not happening. So what if you kept him around for a bit longer? From now on you would see him as a dick on the side whilst you finally put yourself out there in search for a real man.
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