#sorry for the quality I have been in a bad mood for the past few days...

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Hello, I'd like to request a comfort / fluff fanfic mainly with xiao but you can add other characters, but hopefully xiao

Gn!reader is insecure with their ability to fall in love with people because they feel as though their emotional qualities are lacking (feeling like they'd never be able to?) and because they're fearful, they end up avoiding xiao for some time but he manages to pick up on the avoidance but still is confused, so he tries to understand what's going on despite the inexperience

Gn!reader gets comforted but afraid, but xiao does his best to reassure them in his very xiao-like ways (confused at first on what to do, reluctantly patting gn!reader's head, ending up saying words that still sound quite in character but still comforting)

I think that would be nice, I hope that makes sense, thank you! Not forced

⊰ i could never choose to love another. 🎐「 xiao. hurt/comfort 」 dreamscape. emotionally insecure? that’s okay; that doesn’t mean your boyfriend will love you any less.

memory zone. self-esteem issues, emotional insecurity, implications of past ‘i love you’s being a lie?, reader is scared, avoiding communication (at first), doubting feelings, angst, eventual comfort, xiao is trying his best as per usual. memokeeper musings. (nonnie do you have cameras set up in my room /j) this has been sitting in my inbox for almost two week im so sorry nonnie JAJFJGJKDH also how we likin the new format??? 🥹 @soleillunne!!

            It’s always been hard for you to identify feelings, much less express them outright. Well, the more complex ones that can’t be explained through one sentence alone. Perhaps after so long, the lines between ‘genuine’ and ‘fake’ started to blur, leaving but only a hollow trace of confusion. You weren’t sure when it started, for most of your past memories are hazy, at best.

            ‘I love you’s were always few and far between in your relationship with Xiao. That didn’t immediately signify that this was a loveless relationship— quite the contrary actually, but the man saves those three sacred words for moments of pure serenity, tranquility, and intimacy. 

            But as for you, well, it was a rather… perplexing situation, to say the least. In short, you were terrified. Terrified of the words ‘I love you’ ending up being yet another fabrication of your emotions, as it had once been in the past long before you met him. And if it was… you’d never be able to forgive yourself; Xiao loves you honestly and earnestly, and to realize that you hadn’t been genuine with how you feel would be devastating for him and for you.

            …You couldn’t take that risk; in your eyes, Xiao deserved so much better. So, in order to protect him from yourself, you had to push him away, before you could get the chance to hurt him more than he already is. Was it truly the right decision, though…?

            Now you’d been visiting Wangshu Inn less and less, and interaction between the two of you was scarce— normally, Xiao would’ve understood; you had your own matters to attend to just as he does, after all. But this time felt different. Off. It felt like… like it was done deliberately. Had he done something to upset you? He didn’t think that was it, Xiao was always making an effort to be mindful and considerate around you.

            Were you in a bad mood? He recalled that there are times where you’d avoid interaction when angered or when the people around you pushed you too far; but in the end, you still confided in him about the source of your irritation and frustration after awhile. Xiao was not a particular expert in comforting others, but he knew how to listen.

            More questions led to more logical conclusions that didn’t quite explain your recent apparent avoidance. You were completely fine around your circle of friends, so why was it only him that you avoided like the plague? Is he doing something wrong or was there something wrong with him? Were you… getting tired of him, distancing yourself from him until it grows far too wide? Did you realize that he wasn’t the most optimal choice of partner…? Was this really it?

            ‘…No. Cease making your worries grow by the second. Pull yourself together. Confront them.’ Xiao internally berated himself and attempted to shake off that invasive way of thinking, but the thoughts still lingered in the back of his mind. If… If there was truly a chance you no longer wanted this relationship… at least you’d be able to communicate.

            “X—Xiao!?”

            Sharp amber eyes looked into yours, hands on both sides of your head resting on the wall behind you, leaving little room to escape. Xiao had affectively trapped you between him and the wall. Now, he would thought of other methods to confront you, but you slithered away from his grasp each time with nothing but a shallow excuse, so you really left him no other choice.

            “You have been avoiding me. Not anyone else, not your friends, but I, your partner. Why?” His gaze softened, tilting his head slightly as his eyes peered into yours. He didn’t want to make you feel pressured or uncomfortable in this current situation; that’s the last thing Xiao wants for you.

            “I— I’ve just been—” “Do not lie to me. Do not hit me with the ‘busy’ excuse; it will work no longer,” He promptly cut you off. Xiao’s tone came off a tad sharper than he’d like when speaking to you, but he needed to get his point across. When he was met with no response from you, he sighed softly; “am I… doing something wrong? I told you to inform me beforehand if I am, no? So… tell me, please.”

            “No, no! It’s not you— there’s nothing wrong with you, Xiao,” That ‘please’ caught you off-guard, to say the very least; “it’s… me.”

            Xiao, at first, was relieved to know that he hadn’t hurt you enough in some form to warrant you avoiding his presence. He straightened his posture a little more as his hands slid down the wall, stopping just above your shoulders. At those last two words, he raised a confused brow; “You? Please elaborate.”

            You were hesitant, but it wasn’t fair to keep Xiao in the dark after he bore his heart open to you, and only you. No one else. So, with too much to lose, you did the same. From how you felt emotionally inadequate, to the fear you felt of your love being but a measly fabrication of your mind to trick your heart. In the safe confines of your bedroom, you poured your heart out to him.

            Xiao listened intently, feelings of guilt creeping up his own heart — he should’ve noticed this sooner — but never did he once interrupt. No matter how much his heart ached. Because despite how it was hard for him to hear this, he understood that it was even harder for you to say. By the end of it, you two were seated on your bed, and once you were finished explaining, his hand slowly moved to intertwine itself with yours.

            His other hand gently pulled you in closed in a half-hug, your head resting on his shoulder. “…Is this okay?” You nodded. Even after all this time, he still asks for your consent whenever he is the initiating physical contact instead of the other way around.

            “I… sincerely apologize for not realizing how you feel. I am unsure if you have noticed, but I have. I have always felt your love each and every moment that we spend with one another. It is raw, unconditional, real, genuine. That is just a fact that has been made known to me for so long. Therefore, even though you may think that I deserve better, I truly do not share that sentiment; you are the one for me. I could never choose to love another.”

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Slashers & their love languages

Regarding the love languages, these are what appear primary [and more desired by them] for the slashers. If I list the rest, most of them would have 4/5 of the main languages, haha!

I am really sorry for any poor quality that you may catch in the writing, but I hope you enjoy them all together!

Slashers; Billy Lenz, Bubba Sawyer, Ghostface (Billy Loomis + Stu Macher), Jason Voorhees, Michael Myers (OG + RZ), Thomas Hewitt

It is only partially detailed, so the writing will be placed under the cut. Thanks for reading either way and happy holidays! (:

• Billy Lenz

Having been living in sorority homes from attic-to-attic, this man has quite a few areas of himself that are in dire need of tender loving that he’d prefer to be only from you! This dusty little attic man has his own ticks and habits that change every so often that you will have to deal with head-on.

- Words of affirmation

Billy hates people who degrade and insult him, even more so when he is in a moment of vulnerability. Doing so would negatively influence his already complicated feelings and would boil over into the acts of violence that he’d act upon. This is not done so maliciously, rather one that forces his mind into auto-pilot as he acts upon his impulses. 

“Naughty, naughty piggy—making Billy mad…!”

Finding ways to placate him takes a lot of trial and error. One thing that you should put to good use is your voice. He finds it soothing, and that’s without you needing to say anything. You could be rambling or talking, Billy would find them all the same but all the more endearing. That being a given, your voice assures him. It is a positive contrast from having his moments spent in silence, especially left with his own thoughts. Your voice alone is a form of comfort for him whenever he’s not in the mood to talk as well.

“Pretty, pretty voice… Billy likes it a lot.”

Treat him well with sweetened words, assure him that all will be well for him. You will have him whispering more compliments than snide remarks, with what little words from the selective vocabulary he has.

- Physical touch

Billy adores holding his significant other close to him. He prefers you to stay still as he runs his fingers all over your figure, imprinting the memory of you—his precious little piggy and searing it into his mind. There is never a moment where he isn’t riddled with doubt that someone as gorgeous as you was willing to stay with him. 

Physical touch plays an important role during those days where he is overwhelmed and frustrated. It could perhaps be a bad memory playing at the wrong moment, perhaps some of the sorority girls’ past words rang a bell in him, shoving his shambled mind into a state of acceptance. You won’t get much past a few garbled grumbles, nor should you expect him to sound cohesive. One thing you can get across is to let him hold onto you the first time you experience it. Billy would eventually calm down, his vision clearing away to see you right before him. 

He’ll associate you with comfort and as a means of grounding by then. This action may lead to him being much more—or even fully—comfortable with you, staying much longer with you each time he leaves from hiding.

•  Bubba Sawyer

As the golden goose of strength for the Sawyers, there is a lot that Bubba has to handle in his day-to-day routine, it is most likely he won’t be tending to himself—that sweet love is saved for you, after all. It’s up to you to spare some care and affection for him in return just as much as he’d drop practically everything for you…

- Words of affirmation

Given the education background he has—or a lack thereof—Bubba can only form basic English words at best. This would not stop him, though, as he listens to the tone carefully in the voice of whoever’s speaking. Though, Bubba does enjoy the little nicknames you give him, especially “Honey” and “Sweetheart”. Oh, they make him sound so homely!

Speaking of which, Bubba finds your voice pleasant. He registers you as a source of assurance that he’s done something good, seeing how he has you, even if he himself doesn’t know how he did so! He’d return all tuckered out from a hard day of butchering and preparing the meat for Drayton to use for chilli, his body moving on autopilot as he returns to his room that he shares with you. There is no doubt that even with the work he puts out, Drayton would most likely overlook the effort and push him a little further before the youngest Sawyer leaves to rest. You can take this bit of free time to usher him into bed and rest with you. Praise and compliment him for doing so good and that you are so, so proud of him. He’d feel over the moon hearing it from you, babbling and making noises to emphasise his point.

Praise Bubba, it’ll act as positive reinforcement for him in working harder to get even more from you. One thing you’ll realise is that he’d absorb everything you say to heart, hence why he appears equally more bashful with each compliment you shoot at him.

- Physical touch

Bubba cherishes any physical contact he’d get from you. It could range from hand-holding to outright cuddling on the spot. He is always excited to hold you close, seeing how volatile the rest of the Sawyers are. Bubba wouldn’t have to worry much with the amount of PDA that you two unknowingly present that has both Nubbins and Chop-Top gagging.

On those days where Bubba has free time, and he does not have to worry about trespassers for a while, he resigns to his bedroom and gets to focus on his hobbies and spend time with you. His bedroom during those days would be undisturbed, leaving you and Bubba alone together. You can take advantage of this with you two on the shared bed, him laying his head on your lap. Take your time with touching and holding him, caressing his head gently always has him wheezing in delight. Did I mention that he would absolutely melt if you happened to drag your fingers through his locks of hair? Use your fingers just right and you’ll find yourself with a satisfied customer napping away, soaking up some well needed rest. 

Gentle and genuine touches from his beloved to Bubba sends him on a version of cloud nine as he relaxes with you. With you around and by his side, he feels he can hold his own at times.

• Ghostface

Despite donning the same character, these two could not have been anymore different from one another in both personality and characteristics. Handling these two brings about its own sort of change that you have to accommodate for.

  • Billy Loomis

  - Acts of service

Billy’s got a twisted understanding of boundaries, and even then those that were pre-existing overlapped with one another before blurring into something that appeared hard for him to make out himself. With this mindset in place, Billy is quick to act upon his impulses if it was for his sake—and now yours too. 

“You’ve gotta let me help you, baby...”

It was summer break in Woodsboro, California. For those attending Woodsboro High were met with hefty restrictions following the ‘unsolved murders’ (caused by your dearly beloved and his partner in crime…), though, you were not as surprised seeing that majority of the school’s population rejected and rebelled against it by doing the complete opposite of what was ordered. Yet another mistake made, seeing how the crowds made it much easier to hide screams despite the risk of multiple eyewitnesses. You were quick to turn a blind eye whenever the murders took place during these sabotaged parties. Even if you remained at home, you found yourself as an alibi for Billy whenever he chose to climb through your bedroom window. Billy would more often than not stick around until the early cracks of dawn to watch the morning news, a sly grin on his face as he  points out a victim that he’s killed. It was one of the students at Woodsboro, one who had made you uncomfortable. That fact alone somehow got under Billy’s skin quite an awful lot, before he allowed that rage to boil over into the impulsive act of murder.

“Baby—wasn’t that the bastard who was harassing you? That guy deserved it, you know… ’was doing everyone a favour anyway.”

It’s jarring to accept, yes, though Billy tries to form something normal with you in his life. He’d ensure you were safe, and that you were away from the evil he commits freely.

 - Quality time

Other than his comprehensive knowledge on horror movies and showing almost suffocating levels of physical affection, Billy does not have a clue on fulfilling the other parts of a functional relationship. This is moreso due to him only focusing on what he needs, never the other person… he is trying, now that you’re around, though.

“Come on, what’s so wrong about me coming over? It’s like you don’t want me here…”

At times where it is just you and Billy, you found out the extent of how warped his sense of boundaries laid before you. Perhaps with his unfulfilled family—a divorced one, to boot—Billy seemed to shut down emotionally for a while as his rage drove him forward to construct a(n almost) perfectly orchestrated revenge against Sidney. Billy’s grown to accept the worst and recreate the damage tenfold once he’s gotten the upper hand on the other person. When the matter with Sidney was out of the picture, that rage subsided as well, resulting in Billy’s new feeling of hollowness. He’s gentle as he holds you close, though the contrast from using his hands for harm to love is jarring, despite his attempts to get used to it. During those moments where he does try, you’d smile at him in a way as if you were proud of such development. Soon enough, he’d find himself easing himself against you, his mind calming as he watches Halloween once more. He isn’t talking as much during the movie, and you can’t help but smile a little longer.

“Just a little longer, babe. It’s… nice.”

Billy struggles to show it well, but you can tell with his body language he is remarkably different whenever you two are alone relaxing. Whatever you did he wants more of—and yes, he knows it’s greedy of him to do so, but is it really so bad to want more of what made him feel alive?

  • Stu Macher

  - Gift-giving

How in the world did he land in a relationship with you—without having to do things (or act in ways) to gain your favour? Well, colour him perplexed! Stu is bursting at the seams, and with that, he’s quick in pulling out all the stops to impress you.

“Oh, how’d I get so lucky? I gotta be dead, since you’re my angel—you get it?”

Stu does not have a clue on what he should do, even though he’s been listening in and learning about your interests. Despite your assurance that he’s already enough for you, Stu would still have doubts. What if this was a hidden test to see if he still cared enough to try? People were always so difficult to Stu, despite always having his heart on his sleeve. You could have a couple of hobbies that you focus on often—and in those very same moments, you’d be greeted with the sight of multiple gifts surrounding each and every one of your hobbies. He’ll take advantage of his wealthy status and indulge you with plenty of the finer aspects of living. Stu’s demeanour changes later on in the relationship, a genuine smile appearing more often as he accepts and warms up to the idea of a fulfilling relationship. You’d find his smile precious in comparison to his usual, insensitive grins (often seen especially whenever he has it on with a ‘grand-reveal’ to present his victims). Stu still buys you gifts every now and then, often chatting the cashier’s ear off as he buys an entire stock of items that he found to further support you in your hobbies.

“Awe, babe! Look at what I’ve got for you~”

Stu has his own case of his personal, people-pleasing habits, Stu struggles to keep it low whenever it happens to involve or to you. He is trying his best, though it’s now focused on assisting you with your hobbies.

  - Physical touch

Once again, tied in with you being the first real and honest relationship he’s ever had, Stu simply can’t stop himself from having his hands all over you. Genuine love and affection from you has him reeling and practically melting, his hands all over you in an uncharacteristically possessive manner.

Stu hugs you whenever it is physically possible. To him, you are his retreat. More often than not you will find him sticking close to you, an arm of his was lazily wrapped around your waist as he changes position to encase you in a bear hug from behind. On those days with Stu’s social battery at its lowest—especially if he is not so interested in talking much—he’s often playing with your hands, his lanky body curling up against you affectionately. It didn’t matter where you were, in public or in private, he still clung onto you. Stu kept his sight on you at all times, even if you didn’t notice it, growing a little more possessive with his touches whenever he realises there’s possible competition. He kept his eye on you especially whenever you interacted with Randy. It isn’t that he didn’t trust you—you two were well past that stage—it was Randy who he’s worried about, knowing how easily it was for the other guy to form a crush. He’d tolerate it, but don’t be surprised if Stu drops his aloof attitude and lashes out on Randy.

“Fuck off, Randy. You will never even land in their league, and that’s with me being nice about it.”

Stu’s particularly confused about people and their intention with him—that is understandable, given the situation and circumstances he was in. Cut him some slack on it whenever he grows frustrated; trust me, you’ll know when you see it for yourself.

• Jason Voorhees

Camp Crystal Lake had always been left alone for long periods of time with the homicides committed by Jason, leaving the undead fellow all by himself as he trudges along the wooded area. That was until you came along, your existence a change that he found himself warming up to and embracing wholeheartedly.

- Acts of service

Being a hulking force to be reckoned with, Jason has little to be concerned with—save for those pesky trespassers and you, his darling little jackpot. Another unexpected positive with him being undead is that enduring the woes of living as a human was no longer a worry that’s on his plate. 

You love him earnestly, that alone has his cold heart thrumming happily. With that comes an obligation of being at your every beck and call. It is one that Voorhees takes upon quite religiously, even if you happened to not realise it. Jason has a keen eye on you for the majority of the time. It unnerved you in the beginning, though, you got used to it after being with Jason for much longer. Every detail of you never goes unnoticed. You return to the cabin with your head lowered down more than usual? Was that a hitch in your voice when you greeted him? Jason’s quick to tend to your needs, gently carrying you in his arms as you both settle back in bed, freeing his hands to rub soothing circles into your back as you wander off into a well-deserved slumber. In the morning, you’d find yourself in bed alone with a tray of food on the bedside table.

To compensate for the lack of verbal communication, Jason makes up for it through his actions. While it may appear subtle, Jason is trying to make do with what he has left of himself. Appreciate him, and he’ll cherish you as gently as a flutter of a butterfly’s wings,

- Quality time

Jason has found plenty of recreational activities in the wilderness. There were plenty of locations at camp where he found many more beautiful spots for sightseeing. It could be during the weekend where you finally return to him from the life you had back in your hometown.

You’d find yourself strolling along the nature trail, hands intertwined with Jason’s as you chirped about your day. The masked man would find himself responding to you in his own way, nodding in agreement and at times shaking his head, almost as if he was in utter disbelief at the antics you had been accustomed to. By then, there would be a comfortable silence that settled as you continued on walking. Along the way, you’d find your hand being squeezed a little more tightly as you weaved into a trail that was deeper in the woods and seemed unsafe. Though, this carefully guided effort appeared lost on you. Once you reached the clearing, you were met with a picturesque view of the night sky. Jason took note of the fact that you were in absolute awe at the gorgeous sight, a large rush of pride swelling in his chest. He ingrained the sight of you into his very memory, his hand squeezing yours affectionately.

Just like the stars in the skyline, you’d find yourself a lot closer with Jason as you two enjoyed your time together.

• Michael Myers

Linking hearts with the Shape of Haddonfield has its own challenges, one being the many aspects of any ‘normal’ day-to-day living being restricted or limited, be it for your sake or for others. The Boogeyman is still possessive over you, even after the relationship has been long established between the two of you.

  • OG / ’78

  - Acts of service

OG seems to be (unknowingly) willing as he takes on the unspoken role as your protector. That in of itself appears to be a guarantee when you two became an ‘item’. His protective nature over you is a necessity he believes that he, as the Shape, can grant. He does so in his own particular way. As your relationship progresses, you would receive a little more, bit by bit.

You could be out and about, perhaps at your workplace or sitting through a class. Everything may have appeared as per usual. The only difference was the feeling of being watched that you appear to readily accept. The eyes that follow you belong to the Boogeyman, after all. You didn’t feel the need to attempt to ask him, you didn't expect that he’d even try to do so either way. The eyes would remain on you even as you made your way home. In some cases, they assure you of your safety. This recognition of assurance, in some sense, is what drew the Shape toward you. Not many take his stalking as positively as you seemed to take it.  Even as you settled in the comfort of your own home, the eyes remained. You’d suppose you felt protected, even if you were unable to see the masked killer himself. You’ll take it graciously, he knew, seeing how you had little expectations on how he should act. Making his presence known in the back of your mind was uncharacteristic of him, and he’s sure you knew as well.

Give or take some time, Michael will warm up to the idea of you staying in the long run. Eventually, playing the waiting game would be worth it once you experience Michael initiating affection first.

 - Gift-giving

Tied in with the role as your protector, it’s a given (or so he believes) to provide for you. OG is a lot less subtle with his gifts, though it doesn’t surprise you any less when something you mentioned in passing a few days ago is atop your dining table.

You could be mumbling to yourself or even rambling to Michael about that one item that you had desired quite closely, only to be gravely disappointed that it was sold out before you had a chance to get your hands on it. As much as you rambled, Michael knew you were withholding information with the way you avoided talking about the crowd. Once you were finished talking, you were met with a displeased Michael. He stared back at you expectantly, as if he knew that there was more to the story. He remained still, his right hand firmly holding onto your wrist. By then, you found yourself venting out your frustrations to your lover, Michael would nod only once before he released his grip on you, almost appearing satisfied with this turn of compliance. As silent as ever, the killer would leave your home for a few weeks, much to your worry. You’ll be met with the item you mentioned all those days ago. It’s best to ignore the blood stains on it, and be sure to thank Michael whenever you do see him.

Whilst he is definitely standoffish around you, the only person who he seemingly tolerates and acknowledges, he’d make up for it with the inhuman capabilities he possesses, seeing Michael is practically nothing without them. Damn it all if he cannot even provide you with such simple things.

  • RZ

  - Words of affirmation

RZ has lived through almost two, arduous decades. Those developmental years whittled down the already low esteem he had when he was younger, hence justifying the need for your assistance in picking the pieces that had been set aside.

It was one of those days where Michael opted to live inside his mind as he waited for you, recollecting the memories as he sat dormant on the edge of your mattress. You most likely didn’t know how long he had been there, but you knew that it had been more than just an hour. Once you figured out where he was in the house, you made sure to make noise to drag him back from his thoughts. He is quick to glance at your direction with his now dead stare, his body still remaining as a statue. You’d find yourself nearing him as you warmly greeted him, his previously hardened gaze softening as his blue eyes seemingly calmed. You can take this chance to talk to him, perhaps even ask about how he’s doing. Though, you wouldn’t expect a clear response, save for a few slow nods and shaking his head. It doesn’t necessarily mean that all of your effort talking was all to waste! Without even knowing, your voice lulls Michael to relax, especially as you comfort him (or the other way around). It provides him a sliver of humanity as much as it, too, grounds him back into reality. The very same reality, that which he finds himself quietly embracing whenever he is with you.

Some cases, many would reduce his image to a beast or the ever present boogeyman plaguing their minds (rightfully so). With you, however, has himself appearing as plain old Michael, much to his own surprise.

  - Quality time

RZ has only grown impatient over the many years he remained imprisoned at Smith’s Groves, the ‘self-control’ being one that is merely practised patience. He was never known to have patience back then, only seen to do so out of necessity.

As he grabbed your attention away from the phone call, he was quick in patting the empty spot of the couch. Expectant eyes remained on you as he began to eat the popcorn you had prepared prior to watching the horror movies that he picked. You nodded, setting down the phone after hanging up. Now seated, you found yourself leaning against the towering figure of your lover. His long hair obstructed his expressions, but after feeling his body relaxing from its tense position as you moved, you need not interpret what that implied or meant. He turned to slightly face you, moving his hand that held onto the bowl of sweetened popcorn toward your direction. Thanking him quietly, you ate a couple of them as you huddled closer to him. He’d still be surprised every time you do so, with the strength difference between you two. It is not a bad thing, as with him being initially perplexed melting into something more of gratefulness—one that accepted him, and all of the evil he was capable of committing in the world.

While RZ is ruthless, yes, but focusing on that aspect alone forces him to appear as a force of nature, and anything but sentient. Having you remain allows him to recall the other, confusing emotions he has, hauling him back to remain in touch with his humanity, even if it were a little bit.

•  Thomas Hewitt

It’s never a quiet day within the Hewitt residence; Thomas is always tasked with a whole lot of chores, finding himself working away down in the basement under Hoyt’s command. With your presence, however, Thomas finds himself more relaxed than ever. 

- Quality time

Thomas finds delight in staying close to you. Having someone so dear to him being openly affectionate and willing to even stick around… He’s quick to feel his heart hammering against his chest whenever he thinks about it.

You were aware of the looming presence that stood behind you as you finished up on the household chores. Setting away the final plate onto the drying rack, you give your hands a good rinse before you turn around to face Thomas. A small smile crept on your face, taking note of the fact that he appeared to have taken time to clean himself up as well. His hands up to his elbows, face and hair had been cleaned of dirt, his softened gaze ever so present as he moved closer toward you. After a few ‘yes’ or ‘no’ questions, you turned off the faucet before making your way outside onto the front porch. Seating yourself, you hear the familiar footsteps that follow you closely from behind. Each step taken led to the floorboards wheezing and whining out of exhaustion, with how old it was. Thomas sat down next to you, grunting softly as you nudged him to take a look at the sky. He did so, his attention now focused on the orange sunset, finding himself captivated by the sight. Feeling the heat of Texas dying down with the day, Thomas shut his eyes softly. As you leaned against his side, a smile grew slowly behind his mask. Peace and quiet was all he ever wanted had he ever gotten into a relationship, which is a reason as to why he cherishes each and every moment that allowed him to do so.

Every time you and Thomas huddle close together, one watching from afar could see themselves how well you two were compatible with one another. It would have been foolish to make an attempt in separating either way.

- Physical touch

After a long day of working, all Thomas wants to do is to spend his free time unwinding with you in his arms. With you as his responsibility, he’s quick to tend to you once everything else had been done and over with.

You’d return to the bedroom you shared with Thomas, exhaustion ripping through you as you lay upon the mattress to rest your eyes. You hear the ever so familiar footsteps of your lover ascending the stairs as well as it nearing the door to your bedroom. With a quick twist of the doorknob, Thomas’ towering figure shuffled over to the bed before sitting atop the mattress. You’d crawl over to him, wrapping your arms around his side as you began to press kisses on his shoulder. By then, you feel his tense body relaxing and leaning into your touch. Abruptly, Thomas moves his right hand to grab at yours, staring at the size difference between the two of you. It was no different to before, as Thomas seemed to be enamoured with all that involved you—as if he were uncovering secrets the more that your relationship progresses—a learning point as he satisfies himself with his unsatiated curiosity, his thumb gently circling your palm.

Thomas adores you quite a lot, his love for you almost blinding as he holds you closer. During these times of privacy would it then allow the display of love to be shamelessly shown—with little worry as it is all behind closed doors—away from the prying eyes of the remaining Hewitts.

#billy lenz x reader #bubba sawyer x reader #billy loomis x reader #stu macher x reader #jason voorhees x reader #michael myers x reader #og michael myers x reader #rz michael myers x reader #thomas hewitt x reader #slasher x reader #slashers x reader #black christmas x reader #texas chainsaw massacre x reader #ghostface x reader

[bunny-rambles]

im actually obssessed with the 3.3 trailer oh my LORD

so excited for scara’s release!!! also im very dead and its the only thing keeping me alive and sane 💀💀

would love to hear scara brainrot and hcs any day <333

- king (somehow still alive)

me too king, me too OTL

i haven’t stopped thinking about scara ever since we fought him, he’s always in my mind rent free these days

and oh that cutscene,,, my heart was ripped out and stomped on

hm, scara brainrot?

just off the top of my head I’ll give you a few rambles

- he’s still not very good at showing affection even after gaining a new identity. he doesn’t show it with words or gentle touches, but the fact he’s always by your side really speaks volumes on how much you mean to him. aka, I think his love language (giving) is quality time and acts of service

- on the other hand, I think what he needs from someone is physical touch and words of affirmation. he’s never been loved in his life, he’s not used to soft spoken confessions or lingering touches, but boy does he melt when you stroke his hair and whisper that you love him in his ear. please please just pepper kisses all over his face. he might tell you you’re annoying but he never makes a move to push you away

- scara has nightmares, but instead of reliving his past, they now focus on losing you. he’s extra grouchy in the morning and refuses to tell you when he has a bad night of sleep if you don’t wake up from the way he trembles and stifles his heavy breathing. you don’t ask when he’s suddenly glued to you, not once letting go of your hand and glaring at you when you suggest for him to do so. just let him have this, if he doesn’t let you go, you won’t have a chance to leave

- scara is surprisingly a good cook, and he will (unprompted) make your favourite meals if he thinks you’re in a bad mood. he doesn’t say anything, just silently slides the plate/bowl towards you with an expectant look on his face. and when you take that first bite and your eyes light up, he can’t help the small, rare smile. he covers this up with teasing of course, but still - he’s genuinely happy you enjoy his food

- speaking of teasing, he’s playful most of the time but because;;;; it’s scara;;;; sometimes he takes things too far. he has no idea how to react when you suddenly shut yourself off if he’s struck a nerve, so he’ll leave you alone for a while, only to come back with a small, messy bundle of flowers. he shoves them in your hands wordlessly and mumbles a very, very quiet ‘I’m sorry.’ He’s trying his best.

#bun speaks #king anon #scaramouche headcanons #scaramouche x reader #scara my lil meow meow #i love u #mwah mwah #short n sweet

[peachymilkandcream]

Levi locks her in the basement for a few days or weeks with no human contact (not even him. He gives her food and water while she is asleep.) After sometime she gets so desperate that even Levi's company sounds nice. When he finally releases her she is very compliant and all over him, eager to please him.

Levi x Evelyn -> Meant to Be Yours

A/N: Keep the requests coming! I've been waiting for something like this for a bit and I'm so here for it ^^

WARNINGS: noncon, dubcon, manipulation, domestic abuse, yandere themes, forced marriage, forced pregnancy, stockholm syndrome, violence, mind breaking, misogyny, etc.

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Evelyn had lost count of how long she had been down in that basement. She'd always pushed and pushed to see how much exactly she could get away with, this time she just went too far. She knew she had been stupid too, all she had to do was suck it up and deal with his advances for one night. He was already in a bad mood and wanted her "comfort" as he put it. She should have known he was pissed off and would've snapped when she fought him and said she hated him. She didn't expect he'd lock her away and never see anyone again.

It's not that Evelyn missed him, it's that he'd kept her away from everyone, going so long without any contact..it was driving her crazy. He must've warned the servants too, he was the only one who came down, but even then it was at night when she was asleep and never heard him. Her love language had always been physical touch and quality time, so being deprived of it made her desperate for anyone's company, even Levi's. Part of her hesitated at that thought, she knew that all he'd expect from her when she begged for freedom was her legs spread wide and her mouth around his dick. Her pride would never allow that, she would just hold out, show him that she really didn't need him.

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After another week or two had passed, Evelyn knew she had to beg for Levi's forgiveness, it didn't matter what he wanted of her, she'd do it. The few times she'd bent to his will he'd be tender, even loving, maybe if she just sucked it up he'd hold her again. Maybe the sex would be gentle, enjoyable, but even if it wasn't rough sex the idea of it sounded good, any contact would be welcome. Levi wasn't as bad as she thought, he always listened to what she had to say, and those nights when she couldn't sleep he would always comfort her. After all those nights of comfort and the amount of times he'd saved her, the least she could do was offer her body to him. Evelyn swallowed her pride, determined to wait up for him, all night if it took that to see him.

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Many times that night she had almost fell asleep, her eyelids were burning, and her limbs were heavy with sleep. Finally, she heard his soft footsteps on the stairs, and before she saw him she could smell his scent of mint and lavender. Usually the smell made her sick, but now it was soothing and made her eyes feel with happy tears when she realized how happy she was to see him. She missed him, as much as she hated to admit it she missed him.

As he turned the corner his one eyebrow rose with curiosity, he hadn't expected her to be up at this hour.

"Evelyn." His voice was calm, and he carried a small tray with food and fresh water.

"Levi-" She hadn't meant for her voice to come out so needy.

He didn't respond but simply brushed past her and picked up her used dishes and set the food and water down.

"Levi I want to talk-"

Still he ignored her, starting to walk upstairs.

"Levi please-!" She clung onto him, holding him from behind. "...I miss you..."

Only this made Levi pause, debating what he should do. "I thought you hated me."

"I was wrong, I'm sorry, please- don't leave- I don't hate you-"

He turns ever so slightly to look at her. "And why should I believe you? You're only saying this to get something."

Evelyn hesitates before standing in front of him and slowly sinking to her knees, working at his belt and pants button. Finally she freed his dick, just her touch alone had reduced him from completely soft to slightly hard.

Now he was intrigued, he hadn't expected her to do this voluntarily, he couldn't believe his luck. Maybe he'd have to do this more often to get even just one or two willing blowjobs.

When her tongue slid along the back of his dick, sending a shiver down his spine. He hadn't expected the way she licked each side and then the tip to feel so heavenly.

"So this is what I've been missing out on." He whispered softly, his hand coming to rest on the back of her head to push it down further. Once more of his dick slid down her throat he moaned low, pushing her down as far as he could until she sputtered and gagged. Only then did he yank her off for air, giving her only a minute before pushing her back down.

With a fistful of her hair in his hand, he moved her head up and down his dick, groaning as she caught on and flicked her tongue along him.

"Good girl, oh good girl..." He bit his lip, not caring about the gags and tears coming to her eyes.

He felt himself getting close, so he pulled her off, he couldn't afford to waste his precious cum by shooting it down her throat. She took deep breaths to try and calm herself, the look on her face was only making him more aroused.

"So is that it? That all you have to offer me?"

Evelyn blushes while slowly rising to her feet, turning so that Levi can reach her dress zipper.

Levi smirks and slowly slides down the zipper, his hands slipping in and rubbing her sides, sliding forward to lightly pinch her nipples and making her gasp. When the dress pools at her feet he simply pushes her down to the ground, climbing on top of her. She smelled a little from not bathing but he didn't want her to stop this willingness from her. He didn't want to waste any time.

Levi grabs her legs and spreads them, lining himself up and pushing in all at once with a deep groan. Warmth surrounds him as he tries to regain his composure and not shoot his load all at once.

"Still so tight, thought I would've loosened you up by now."

He slowly slides out and then snaps his hips back against hers, making her whine and cling onto him. So far she was giving him a positive reaction, so he pushed his hips towards hers again, harder this time.

He eventually finds his rhythm, pounding into her while she grips into his shoulders, pulling him closer instead of pushing him away. He almost pauses when he hears her squeak something out.

"What was that?"

"...Levi-"

His dick twitched at the sound. "Say it again."

"Levi-"

"Louder sweetheart.."

"Levi-"

"Scream my name-"

"Levi!"

"That's right, just like that," He pushes in deeper. "What a good girl."

"Levi- Levi-" His name was reduced to breathy and desperate moans.

"You're so greedy, making me cum so soon, you really do only care about my pleasure huh?"

"Please Levi-"

"Please what?"

"Cum inside me- please-"

He visibly shivers. "Of course I will princess."

He slams his hips in harder before pushing all the way in and shooting inside her, breathing deep as he descends from his climax.

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Levi lifted her gently, taking her upstairs into the light and warm house. She could see other faces and scenery, it was worth it, and this time he had even been gentle with her.

He brought her up to their room and gently laid her on the bed, kissing her forehead. "Rest now love, you've pleased me just like a good wife should."

#attack on titan #break me slowly #levi ackerman #levi aot #levi x oc #levi x reader #shingeki no kyojin #yandere levi #yandere levi ackerman #yandere levi x reader #oneshot requests

[showtoonzfan]

(Bust again) but you know me haha, I'm unpredectable! if Hazbin Hotel is abysmally bad, I might come back. but i predict it will have the same level of quality and issues as helluva boss so I have no interest on recreating to touch on it. Also, if I do ever come back it'll probably be quietly, I didnt realize how invested people were in my blog! I just made it to vent my feelings and frustrations, nothing more. I dont consider myself as part of the community, not out of any personal reasons but more like the critical community is very much about connections and this was just meant to be my hater blog to complain about a show i dont like. And I'd hate for people to slowly refollow only for me to deactivate a THIRD time. Again! hope everyone is well! so sorry to ken, erin and all the animators and staff members who suffered from viv's abuse, you all deserved so much better. I hope the critical bloggers are also okay, I know the mood has been very intense and dour these past few weeks. dont forget to take breaks and watch your mental health. these accounts should be for fun, not misery.

Of course! Very wise words, thank you!

#reply #ask #vivziepop critical #spindlehorse critical #helluva boss critical #hazbin hotel critical #agreed #helluva boss criticism #helluva critical

[holylulusworld]

Big grump

Summary: Sam and Dean reconsider their relationships.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Square 24 filled for Lulu’s X-Mas Bingo: Square 24: Love confessions  

Square 20 filled for Lulu’s Winter Bingo: Square 20: Love confessions

Square 2 filled for @spnfluffbingo​​: Old flame au

Square 2 filled for @spnchristmasbingo​: Photographs

Warnings: angst, language, mentions of former relationships/break-ups, fluff

Words: 1,1 k

Divider by @firefly-graphics​

“Dean, stop being a grump,” Sam grumbles. “I know you’re not a big fan of Christmas and parties, but this is getting ridiculous. You’re a grown-ass man acting like an angry child.”

“I just don’t know what to celebrate this year.”

“We had a very successful year. You’re healthy, got a loving family and you still can get your dick up,” the younger brother grins.

“What do you know about my dick?” Dean grumbles. “I never told you about my qualities in the bedroom.”

“Well, the stream of grinning ladies leaving your house tells me all I need to know.”

Dean huffs.

“So, why the bad mood? I thought you wanted to bring Lisa to mom’s infamous Christmas party. At least that’s what she told Amelia.”

“Lisa and I didn’t work out,” the elder brother shrugs.

“Dude, what happened? Not weeks ago, you wanted to move in with her,” Sam gasps at the news. “Did you mess things up? What did you do this time?”

“She wants to try with her ex again,” Dean looks around the large ballroom. “I tried to not mess things up with Lisa and then she goes and breaks up with me not four weeks before Christmas.”

“Fuck, that’s just awful. I’m sorry Dean,” patting his brother’s shoulder Sam sighs. “Do you want me to ask Amelia for her friend’s number? You know the cute redhead you liked so much.”

“No. I don’t want a date for mom’s party. If things didn’t work out between me and Lisa it would’ve been fine with me. But this is just…”

Dean sighs deeply.

“I feel ya man,” Sam nods in understanding. “Do you remember Ruby? The quirky brunette I brought home four or five years ago. She gave me the boot for her ex too. Never heard of her again.”

“Sex with the ex can be fun,” Dean grins. “Did it a few times before too. I just don’t get why they have to try again with their ex while being in a relationship with someone else.”

“I got no clue, Dean.”

The brothers watch the staff twirl around the ballroom to make sure the party will be even better than the last one.

Both men sigh as they think about their past relationships. In not three days they must attend the party but none of them seems to be in the mood.

“Maybe there are things left unsaid and done that won’t let you move on,” Dean wonders aloud.

“I get it... I guess. Don’t get me wrong. Amelia is great but…” Sam clears his throat, “there was something about Ruby making me go crazy. It was the wildest and most animalistic sex. We just clicked on a primal level.”

“Animalistic, huh?” Dean chuckles.

“It wasn’t just sex, Dean. We had a deep connection. I miss the mind-blowing and crazy sex, though. Ruby scratched and bit me. Sometimes she even threw things around the room and jumped at me. Ruby was…she slapped my face, and I held her down…”

Holding up his hand Dean makes a retching noise. “DUDE, too much information,” he mutters. “I really didn’t need to hear about your kinks.”

Sam laughs. “…says the man destroying a bedroom and christening mom’s kitchen counter with Y/N.”

Dean swallows thickly. He hasn’t heard your name for the better of three years.

 “It wasn’t my fault,” he says after a moment of silence. “She was a little drunk and one thing led to another.”

“Why did you break up with her again?” Sam dips his head to glance at his brother. “Everyone saw her walk down the aisle to marry you. I never understand you let her go.”

“She wanted one thing, and I was…”

“An idiot?”

“A big grump,” Dean mutters. “That’s what she called me the last time we talked. Y/N wanted me to open up and talk about my feelings. I just couldn’t and then I said something stupid. Y/N told me that she doesn’t want to waste her love and more time on a man ignoring her feelings and I said…”

Dean shakes his head.

“What did you say, Dean?” Sam presses on.

“I said she should stop waiting then…”

“I was right. You were an idiot. Dean, you should call Y/N and tell her you were in the wrong.”

“Who’s in a relationship with a woman he doesn’t want to fuck?” Dean sneers. “If you break up with Amelia and call Ruby, I’ll call Y/N and invite her to mom’s Christmas party.”

Sam stares at his brother. Dean holds his brother’s gaze, challenging him.

“Fine.”

“What?” Dean splutters. His eyes grow wide as his brother gets his phone out.

“I’ll break up with Amelia and call Ruby. Maybe she still has those handcuffs and the riding crop,” Sam bites his lower lip. “That was a night to remember…”

“Wait! What? I was just joking!” he calls after his brother.

“A deal is a deal, Dean. Go and call Y/N…”

“Dean Winchester in all his glory,” you cross your arms over your chest as your former lover stands right in front of you. He mumbles something under his breath, eyes cast down. “I didn’t get that. Why are you here?”

“I-uh,” he shrugs. “Mom is planning this huge Christmas party. You know how much I hate parties. It’s in three days and...”

“I remember…”

“I was wondering if you would give me the honor to come with me,” he scratches the back of his neck. A nervous habit.

“Why would I do such a thing?” you huff. “It’s been almost three years since I last saw you. We are not a pair anymore, Dean.”

“I was a fool and scared back then,” Dean steps a little closer. “I chickened out and you left me.”

“I did not leave you, Dean,” pointing your index finger at him you raise your voice. “You broke up with me. It was you telling me I should stop waiting for you to admit your feelings.”

“It was just a suggestion,” he argues. “You never wanted to see me again.”

“Now it’s all my fault? Are you fucking kidding me, Winchester?” you get louder, drawing your neighbors’ attention. “Why should I even consider talking to you?”

He takes a deep breath. “I love you. I should’ve told you so years ago. No, the moment we met,” he says. “I still got that old photograph of you. It’s the first one I took of you. If only I could turn back time and admit my feelings three years ago.”

“I looked awful. My hair was a mess and I didn’t wear make-up,” you clear your throat. “Why did you never call?”

“I was scared. You know how I get when someone rejects me,” he whispers. “Can I—come in? Maybe we can talk for a while. Please.”

“I wanted to have a beer and ordered pizza,” you glance at Dean. “Do you want to come in? I was about to put up my Christmas tree and could need help.”

“I-of course sweetheart. I’ll help you with pleasure…”

  Tags in reblog.

#dean winchester #dean winchester x you #spnchristmasbingo #spnfluffbingo #dean winchester fanfic #dean winchester fanfiction #dean winchester SPN #dean winchester x reader #lulu's winter bingo #lulu's xmas bingo

[linnorabeifong]

Update (don’t rb will probably delete later)

I haven’t posted any new fics or chapters or edited any old work in a long time and I wanted to apologize for that. Inspiration and time have been fleeting. Unfortunately my break has not been much of a break so far I’ve had a lot of things to do and a lot of family activities to attend. Honestly these past few weeks I’ve been sick off and on again

I don’t want to put out work that’s poor quality or unimaginative because that would do me and whoever chooses to read it a disservice. Resuming all the stuff I’ve already written has been daunting because I have such big plot plans or because I write a lot of angst about real world topics that I want to portray accurately. I don’t want to contribute to stereotypes or common misconceptions or treat them as disposable in my plot. I don’t want to write a Fic where everything is easily resolved or even resolved at all.

I feel like I’ve already established a style in all of my pieces and it’s hard to maintain that to keep my works cohesive because I’m just not in a creative mood.

there was one Fic I started in august and never updated because I wanted it to be this huge beautiful piece and I just can’t bring myself to reopen it because I know I won’t be able to live up to the vision I have in my head. I honestly feel really bad rereading the nice comments on it. I want to update but I also don’t want to ruin it. I’ll do it eventually though because I feel bad that people are invested in it.

I have a larger multi chapter piece that I have painstakingly outlined but have really struggled to actually write because I feel like it has so many plot holes.

Sorry for the disjointed rant. I will get to writing when I get to it.

Also sorry about neglecting my asks I’ll get on it I swear.

[bbnibini]

apothecary diaries anon again! sorry for replying late, the past few days were busy. 😭

I ENCOURAGE READING THE MANGA, THERE ARE SO MANY GREAT EXPRESSIONS!! it's also great with mood whiplash scenes; one moment i can be fawning over how pretty the art is, the next i'm staring in awed silence at the dark parts of the story. like, the scene where maomao is at lihua/rifa's palace is AMAZING. (i totally get what you mean with manga too! i don't buy manga as much any more because digital tends to have better quality and is easier for me to read. plus, there's something about having a novel in my hands that doesn't compare to holding manga, if that makes sense?)

no problem; i'm glad to share the good news about the LN! i usually buy just the paperback and read that in bed because 1. comfy cosy vibes, and 2. easier on my eyes. (i also don't think it's weird; i've bought multiple copies of games over the years because i enjoy having access to it on different consoles (and enjoy modding them, in case of games on pc.))

agreed! the love triangle / having two people compete over a third person dynamic in isekai is just… awkward. especially in some manga/manhwa where it's obvious who the main couple is? it makes all the interactions so forced and usually leaves me either annoyed with the plot or the characters themselves (and not in the way the author probably intended). ngl, i am a lover of morally ambiguous male characters, but it's so weird how people condemn female characters for being rude, but the dudes all get 'oh, but he has ✨reasons✨' or grasp at straws to justify it. even when the women also have reasons or backstories to explain why they do what they do?

i also get annoyed when i see the female lead get bashed in comments for not being 'strong enough' when usually the FL has either been abused, traumatised, or just?? cries because they've been through so much??? it's like the FL can only be praised if they're going through their struggles the 'right' way, and emotions aren't allowed. like, no! give me all the characters and their responses; give me the characters who repress their feelings AND the characters who wear their hearts on their sleeves!

let women support women! 👏👏👏

unrelated to the above, i started ascendance of a bookworm! i was at chapter 13 and crying from lutz and myne's friendship + wanting otto's love and citizenship in a side story. then i read further and started crying for an entirely different reason and OW MY SOUL. currently up to chapter 26, i'm both proud of my kids and just want to hug them. (also, i love how they deal with myne having a weak body; i have issues with my own body, and it's nice to see it taken seriously and also not instantly cured via plot magic.)

hope sleep and work has been better for you!

Aaaaa sorry if this got buried in my notifs! I only saw this now after logging in to tumblr desktop!! YOU GET ME FR- 🤝I think it also has to do with its formatting?? Collecting manhwa is okay for me for certain series, but reading manga backwards is just really awkward. I can't get used to its physical formatting. Using the panels as reference for practicing art had been my goal buying manga and manhwa but I really just don't enjoy the drawing process. ;;v;; I think it also has to do with that lol. I love art but I get giddier and enjoy reading pretty words better!! I love reading in bed too but my optometrist scolded me for doing that cause it made my eyes really bad xD. I do still read in bed but not as much anymore cause of that ssh don't tell her /s

Right?? It's just so sad misogyny is still blatant in fiction. It's already happening irl and you can't even use fiction as escapism cause it's there too. :'( I like it when series write good characters. Ultimately for me, that's what how you can tell a writing is good; if they can separate that. That's why I love Apothecary Diaries; you fall in love with Maomao as a person. She's a great character who just happens to be a girl. You love her for who she is, and not because she's a woman, or the narrative tells you a bajillion times she is a "badass female protagonist so you should love her!!!" (which she is ofc but that's not the entirety of Maomao's personality. She's more than that!! And I love her for more than just that.) JgdghgjI I just love female friendships so much. I wish we have more in shoujo and series in general. I want platonic female friendships; sapphic relationships, all of them. I love women. Funny you mentioned that cause I wish people would stop seeing femininity as a weakness cause it's not!! It's really ironic seeing people say a female character is "strong" because she's physically strong and have masculine traits, but have no substance or character development beyond that. To strengthen my point above, a female character is a great character because she was a great character to begin with and does not depend on harmful stereotypes just so they can be written lazily as "female" (I hope I'm making sense).

I'm so happy you liked it! Bookworm is so well-written and incredibly detailed in worldbuilding, lore and character development it's almost intimidating! I love its realistic portrayal of human relationships and disability; of found family and loneliness. Its focus on the world and the people around it makes the characters a lot more...believable(?) Like you can feel that they have lives outside of their interactions with Myne. Myne is just a heartbeat of a human life trying to survive in the unfair caste system she is born in. assidfsf. Fr I feel like I'm Myne's parent; seeing her grow, seeing her achieve her dreams and be happy and live like a normal girl makes me cry. I really recommend reading the LN of part 2 especially the last volume. I bawled like a baby in one of the scenes. Her family is just so wholesome. ;;v;; Sorry for rambling. I love this series so much and I've been trying to hold back reading my backlog cause I know I would finish it in just a few days.

#can you tell i love honzuki/bookworm my blog theme in both mobile and pc is bookworm/honzuki for months now lol #ascendance of a bookworm #apothecary diaries #ask

[yjwhatif]

i have a idea i want to share with you. i saw you MOM Ed au and it reminded me of the justice league episode better world. so then i started thinking about a better world au where the team becomes justice lords after bart's death. somehow they find about this universe and do what they what the justice lords did in the episode try to "help" the team. the only think about au i can't think of is why would the whole go bad for bart. they would be sad but lots of other heros died and that never turned them bad. my best idea is that it isn't just the fact bart died but maybe he also died in a way that somehow more awful than the others. if you have any ideas for this au that would be cool.

Hey anon... first off, I'm sorry again for how massively delayed this response is and also for how ridiculously long it's wound up being - I'm apparently in a very wordy mood. Second, this has been such a fun concept to think about (I may definitely have gone a little lot overboard), but I hope my ideas can help in any way...

A BETTER WORLD AU...

Instead of looking at it from the perspective of why would they go bad for Bart, I think it may be easier to conceptualise the question of what would push them past the point of no return… both YJ’s Bart and JLa’s flash have very similar qualities - the major difference is the number of heroes who stand by their sides in fighting the good fight (for this point I'm grouping all the yj teams together). Flash’s death is enough to push the other 6 leaguers down the path of harming because he was essentially the only member of that group with his feet solidly on the ground with the people - he was their conscience - his heart and humanity were strong enough to balance out their self-righteousness… until he was gone. With Bart that wouldn't as much be the case, as there's a larger range of heroes/people with varying levels of wisdom, support, emotional connections, attitudes, and as you said anon, previous experience with the loss of a teammate and loved one. Therefore, Bart's death alone likely wouldn't cause such an extreme event as the justice lords, but with a few extra variables added to the mix, it's definitely possible to make this concept work. So below are the thoughts that have come to my mind that I think could be developed to justify the heroes going past the point of no return - they may be a little hotchpotch but I hope they make sense…

First off, consider these questions…

Who is affected - i.e. who will go bad - it wouldn't be everyone but with enough emotional stimulation, anyone has the potential to cross the line between right and wrong.

What happened to get them to that point - beyond just Bart being killed - what else have they lost - hope, trust, respect, their sense of control?

Why did it happen - was it preventable, were mistakes made, is someone considered blameable?

How did things get to such a point?

When did things escape their control and go so wrong?

Where was help when they needed it most?

Now, in my mind it's a select number of the younger heroes - those closest to Bart - who would initially become this AUs justice lords, then as time goes by and they start gaining in power, that number would potentially increase as others either get on board or get out of the way. For any who attempt to stop them, they are made an example of and removed from the equation. At the moment, with the current version of events I have playing in my head, I've only got two names that I think definitely would justifiably turn and I'll discuss them in this post - while the rest would need a bit more thought put into them just to pinpoint their motivation for turning… 

The first, since we're dealing with Bart's death as the catalyst, would be Jaime - to me, he should be the superman in this situation - the first one who crosses the line and the last one to be taken down. Beyond just being his friend, Bart is likely a big motivating force for Jaime to remain in control of the scarab and the immense amount of power he has at his disposal. Bart is the only one who truly knows how terrible blue beetle is capable of being - with years worth of first-hand experience and trauma - Jaime knows that and has to live with that knowledge every day. Bart is a reminder that anything can happen in life and the importance of staying on the right path - no matter how tempting the offer that comes… but if Bart's gone, he loses that physical reminder, he loses the one person who could actually see the warning signs and pull him back from losing himself to the monster he fears. As I said above, anyone is capable of crossing the line with the right amount of emotional stimulation, and I think, with the other elements I'll discuss next, seeing Bart unjustifiably killed right in front of him would be enough to push Jaime past the point of no return -- especially if there's no Bart, or anyone else, there to pull him back before it's too late… I've more to say on Jaime, but before that, we need to discuss those other elements I mentioned…

Now, I've touched on this above, but the thing about the yj universe compared to the JLa universe (at the point of the justice lords) is that there are a lot more teams of heroes actively working together than just the 7 founding members of the justice league… with more heroes and mentors and friends - there's more support available through difficult situations and losses - which thereby reduces the chances of people basically turning to the dark side when they don't know how to handle their grief… but, with more people, there's also differing values, beliefs and a higher potential for deception - something we've already seen happen in the show with the anti-light - heroes manipulating other heroes for the greater good. the outsiders in particular were pretty heavily impacted by the anti lights manipulations in s3 - and I'm wondering if there's potential for something similar to happen again for this au, only this time it leads to something much worse happening, something which would ultimately cause the outsiders, or whoever, to break away completely to do their own thing. Or even, they discover that their elders have been deceiving them again and immediately cut ties - refusing to associate with those who clearly do not respect or trust them - but they are still dealing with trouble relating to my next point (I told you this was all hotchpotch) and that causes them to mishandle a certain situation and end up in the worst possible position… one ending in devastating tragedy…

This brings us to the next point… social media and public opinion… for the outsiders, social media is a platform with the power to spread their message of hope across the world and inspire those who feel othered or ostracized by society. With the world as it was where the metapopulation was growing thanks to different negative forces, the outsiders and their positivity was definitely a needed force of good to balance out the hatred… but there's a dark side to publicity - there's criticism, judgment and a lot of negativity which can surface in the world of social media and public opinion. Nothing is universally supported or loved, opinions are always divided and always will be no matter what - especially when the likes of Godfrey and Luthor have their say. We've seen with the league the consequences that can come when enough negativity is generated against heroes - and while we've still yet to see many negative opinions against the outsiders in the show, it could be something which contributes to this au... 

At this point in the show, there have been two different outsiders at the centre of two televised, very public executions with Brion and Conner - even though Conner never went through with killing superman - there would still be people who would associate the outsiders with brutality instead of hope because of these two isolated events. In the show we've seen villains hate on the outsider, but what about the trolls who aren't meta or named superpowered individuals, the regular humans who thrive on hate, who have to tear others down to feel better about themselves - surely those people exist for this group of young heroes who promote their message and missions through the media. So, while they open themselves up to wider audiences, they also open themselves up to scrutiny and criticism - and what if that scrutiny turned particularly troublesome with someone sending threats which get worse the more they're ignored. Toxicity is only intensified the longer it's left untreated. There would be differing opinions amongst the heroes on how to deal with this - as things get worse the questions arise of do we confront this person(s) or not? Trolls want to start fights because they want to make the heroes look bad, but the longer the hatred goes the more it grows. It grows until it reaches boiling point and a certain speedster gets caught in the carnage...

-- TBC --

As this post got ridiculously long I've decided to split it into two parts... Thanks for reading and click here for PART TWO...

LB

#thanks anon! #ask box #my response #young justice #yj #bart allen #jaime reyes #A Better World au #justice lords #justice league #my random thoughts #blue beetle #eduardo dorado jr #long post

[plutothe-pup]

RP RESOLUTIONS AND HABITS:

TW: .........i used a lot of memes............im sorry. idk how to be serious. im in a silly goofy mood idk. do u see the header u know what u signed up for ok

Real TW: very minor drug mentions.

Write your RPer Resolutions for 2024! (What are some goals for yourself as a writer? Improve descriptions? Plot with more members? Etc.)

Once again, I am asking myself to learn how to plot. That is going to be the theme here, just wait. Seriously though, I am pretty terrible at it. I do not like to approach people because I am........... idk weird. I am somehow anti-social even online and tend to just sit there twiddling my thumbs instead of reaching out. It's been a problem for me for literally ever. Sometimes I even get scared when people reach out to ME. But one year maybe we will get there. I also want to get back to regular activity. I've been really slipping these past few ... well, years I feel. I want to be more consistent at the very least, and not just post, disappear, spam, disappear, etc. I know I say this every time - but maybe just once: do a big plot. Do a big plot for yourself buddy. You can do it. Best Supporting character's get a sequel spin-off series one day, right. Just do it. JUST DO IT. I also feel like my writing recently compared to years ago has gotten poorer in quality. Idk what that's all about but I would like to improve that. Make proofreading a thing for me again 2024 or whatever.

me @ myself:

Write at least one resolution, or “goal,” that you have as an RPer for your character(s):

Oh - you....... you think I have GOALS? (tbh I think they align with my character's own. We're on the SAME TEAM)

Greg: RECONNECT WITH HIS PARENTS. This was like a silent plot I started literally over a year ago where Gregory got more and more distant with his parents until they stopped talking entirely and he moved out to live at R2F. He's been on and off about trying to reach out - and this is the year to do it. Also probably come to terms a bit more with his relationship with Zero. He's comfortable in it and loves Zero very much - but there's that voice in the back of his mind still saying that he'll leave. Sebastian: Get over his crush on Lo that he did to himself. I want him to fully accept uncle life. To get over his fear of hurting people. Milo: BREAK. HIS. CURSE. .........nah. That's not my goal for him this year lmfao. I want him to find his passion, actually. Will it be in working out and being a jock? Does he actually have a fond passion for cooking? Does he yearn for theater? Fawn: Get her into TROUBLE. I didn't really do much with this yet, but she's a TROUBLE MAKER. She's nearly been kicked out the hollow for god's sake. She is a TERROR. It's time to UNLEASH IT.

Write at least one resolution IN CHARACTER for your characters. What do THEY want to accomplish or change in the New Year?

Greg: Reconnect and apologize to his parents - but to do that... kick the minor drug problem first. Sebastian: Don't die. (.....i can't stress enough this man doesn't have outlooks) Milo: BREAK. MY. CURSE. Fawn: Discover a new creature in Enchantra! Befriend the creature! Train the creature! Sick the creature on Eboshi so it eats her and the forest is free again :)

List one or more characters you have never interacted with that you would like to do so:

.....disclaimer: I have bad memory now. soooooo. if we did interact and I list u here I am so sorry i am so so so so sorry.

Clarion: For obvious reasons, and also as stated above - Fawn is on mighty thin ice in the Hollow, so I think any interactions between them would be great and funny. And........ well maybe she gets kicked out oops. Doc: I'm not counting twitter interactions - I just think because of the whole Luca thing, I feel like Doc has flip flopped on his opinion of Milo multiple times and it would be funny for them to finally meet and talk. (and prove he's a good boi!) Any of TAM'S characters strictly because - I believe u have escaped me so far. Eluded. (That's not hard, as we discussed in point 1 I am very inconsistent) That should change!! ....I am sure the format of this post is very enticing...... sorry.

Talk a bit about your plotting style – what plots are you most drawn to? Do you prefer to come with a fully-formed idea and plot off that, or throw stuff at the wall and see what sticks?

And here dear reader we return to the beginning again. Roll credits: oh man, I simply do not. I am by default a 'buckle your seatbelts and lets just see wtf happens' kind of person simply because I am SO BAD at plotting in the first place! So many of my 'plots' revolve around other people's well equipped talents, or throwing my characters at opens/events/etc and seeing what disaster strikes. I'm just doing drive bys at all times of day.

Talk a bit about character relationships – what relationships are you most drawn to? How do you prefer to approach shipping (if at all!)? What, specifically, are you looking for right now for your character relationships? 

I love just good old fashion friendship and family relationships! Like I adore the relationship Milo has with Pip/King/Luca. The Greg/Jun relationship, Sebby and his bros. I think it's pure and good and writing BFFs getting into dumb things is my favorite. I also like BEEF. I am a fan of rough-housing so to speak. Drama? Sure. Pile it up. Beef? Grudges. Fights. Whatever. It is okaaaaay. I love a good ol' beefin' between people. Same as above. I barely plot as it is - but when I do, it's definitely not relationships/shipping. In fact, I don't really 'ship'. i don't plan around ships, I don't get characters for ships, I don't anticipate ships. If one develops while throwing fruit--- I mean characters at other people, then that's great! That's how.......... both of my current relationships are! Phineas and Fawn were completely random and not at all my intention but they vibed from the start and it happened to work out in the timeline. Gregory and Zero were incredibly unlikely but started talking here and there, and Z and I didn't really say........ anything to each other at all until they were kissing in Pixie's and even then - we didn't think they'd become a #thing. ..........which they did. So I'm pretty much just...... looking to expand on the ones I have? Explore Phawneas a bit and see what on earth is going on inside their head, see where Glo takes us. ............figure out if Seahound can survive not jumping each other's bones forever.

Plotting Exercise! Pick one of the resolutions/goals in #3 and plan a rough guideline to how you could accomplish it.

..........what if I said no, huh? I'm so BAD at this (it all comes back to it yanno)

GREG TALKS TO HIS PARENTS:

GREGORY and ZERO have a discussion post-Zero's parents coming to town, where ZERO tries to prod about what is going on between GREG and his parents, and Greg comes clean to him about the fight that happened between them. Zero gently offers to go with him to talk to them but Greg doesn't think it's time yet.

Still too uncertain, GREG asks IAN if his mum has said anything about Aubrey, or about Greg. He tries to gauge if his parents have been talking about him to their friends, if they're upset, or if they've moved on.

PLOT CALL: Gregory anonymously looks into sources for mental health, and tries to find people with experience in the same struggles he's had. He either forms or joins an anonymous online/twitter support group for such problems / group therapy.

Having overheard various times through the grapevine, GREG finds and approaches TAD to see if he can talk to him about his recovery and sobriety and find advice/guidance for that path.

Knowing that he might get the most brutal honest answers, GREG confides in JUN and asks his advice on what he should do or how he should handle it.

GREG finally bites the bullet and drags JUN and ZERO to his parents house for support to talk to them again after over a year of radio silence.

PHEW. A tough one.

Anyways. ...........................

my deepest apologies again. idk what happened. this did start serious but then it went off the rails. it's sincere between all the...... whatever that is.

#swyntask #Swyntask: Resolutions #........idk how to explain myself #or anything that happened in this post #so I won't #sorry #this is probs just best kept for myself #scroll by thanks

[dashflashy-arts]

SO HOW DID 1010 REACT TO PENNY UHH YOU KNOW (AGAIN 🧍🏻‍♀️)

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answer under the cut (because spoilers)

I assume you mean her 5th time of death. I feel they’d be upset/sad about it but at the same time...

alt vers:

#ask #asks #dash doodles #my art #dash doodle #sorry for the quality I have been in a bad mood for the past few days... #penny #1010 #nsr 1010 #1010 nsr #penny polendina #rwby spoilers #rwby spoiler #rwby

[missmeinyourbones]

sorry i was so tired!!! req for how the aot boys are when they’re in love❤️‍🔥🥰

aot boys x being in love!

note: this has been sitting in my inbox/drafts for a while but i finally finished it lol so thank u for being patient <3 aot boys are big simps 

eren is so annoying LMFAO i know it’s a common thought but i strongly believe that his love language is being annoying (which is so relatable FR) like he’s so in love with you that he will do anything he can to piss you off (affectionately). you are just sitting on the couch peacefully and he has so much love for you spilling over inside of him that he just has to drop all of his body weight on top of you and bite your arm???? he just constantly wants to be attached at your hip or touching you. he thrives off of you being like 🙄🙄 ur annoying. JUST SO he can be like 😁😁 ya but you love me. i can’t stand him

armin is the most observant lover. when he’s in love with you, nothing is getting past his big ass brain. you could walk into your apartment after a bad day at work and he can tell you are upset just by the way you put your bag down???? he knows when you are sleeping versus when you are faking being asleep because of your breathing patterns???? please he’s so INLOVE with you it’s insane. he just thinks that you are the best thing to ever grace this planet so he plans on using his brain to absorb every single detail it can about you 

jean is whipped. in all definitions of the word. if he is in love with you, he doesn't want you to lift a damn finger. ever again. he loves loves loves to do things for you, he sees it as his boyfriend right of passage. he's like..if i love you...and i'm your boyfriend....why would i let you carry that? why wouldn't i buy you flowers every week? why wouldn't i worship the ground you walk on? simp extraordinaire. he wants everyone under the sun to know he's in love w you!!!! and that he is the one who gets to make you laugh and do things for you and sleep next to you at night!!!! he's such a cornball. i want 20 of him.

connie knows he’s in love with you because he never shuts the fuck up about you. LMFAO he assumes he must talk about you a lot but he doesn’t fully understand it until he’s out with jean and sasha and he mentions your name in almost every conversation. on the 4th time ur name comes up they’re like STFU connie we get it ur in love 🤮🤮 he just loves you so much that he can make literally anything relate back to you lol. he’s out to eat with his friends and he’s like “yeah me and y/n have been here a few times, we split the appetizer combo” or he’s in class and his prof is talking about the science behind migraines and he’s raising his hand like “omfg my s/o gets really bad headaches :/ what can i do to help or prevent them?” he’s a simp but dont tell him i said that

levi is petrified LMFAO he is so scared to be vulnerable w someone in the way that love requires :/ he probably realizes he's in love with you when he's in a bad mood or going through something and he completely freaks out and yells at you and shuts down. he slams the door in your face and sits in his office for what feels like hours, hating himself for taking his anger out on you. he's positive you'll leave him after this, so when he opens the door and still sees you standing there, waiting for him as a shoulder to cry on & an ear to listen, he knows he's in love :) he love spending quality time with you, specifically being able to sit in a comfortable silence with you <3 he's never that vulnerable w anyone else so it is extremely special and dear to him

reiner loving you is him letting you see what he thinks is the worst of him, if that makes sense. like he doesn’t even realize that he’s able to openly talk to you about his fears and insecurities and all of the “ugly” parts of him (so he says)  until one night you guys are just ranting in bed and he’s like “i’ve never done this before” and you’re like wdym? and he’s like “let someone take care of me” :((((( he loves how he can fully trust you to hold him in every meaning of the word possible. you can see his good, bad, and ugly, and still choose him. that means more to him than he could ever put into words <3

porco shows his love for you in the small things. he doesn’t even realize how much he thinks about you and your needs until he’s already doing something for you. he’s doing his usual grocery shopping and he’s like huh this is y/n’s favorite cereal, i might as well pick it up for when they come over and want something sweet. he’s having dinner at his parents house and he’s like wait mom can you help me package up some leftovers for y/n??? they come home late from work on weekends and need something quick to eat. if theres one thing about porco, its that he LOVES to pretend he’s hard or somethin. that he’s this big scary guy who doesn’t care about anything. spoiler  alert: he’s not. especially when it comes to you :)

#aot headcanons #eren jaeger headcanons #armin arlert headcanons #jean kirstein headcanons #connie springer headcanons #levi ackerman headcanons #reiner braun headcanons #porco galliard headcanons #eren x reader #armin x reader #jean x reader #connie x reader #reiner x reader #porco x reader #levi x reader

[gubler-me-up]

No Holds Barred

Request: First off I wanna say that I love your stories SO MUCH they really get me thru Request: MGG (or Spencer Reid if this is too intense) x female reader (she’s relatively inexperienced but down for anything) with super degrading oral (male receiving), spitting, cockwarming (that the reader initiates to torture him a lil) and then sex after?? If you can’t I completely understand; I would love anything you do tbh. Tysm!

A/N: Thanks for the request, anon! I chose to do Spencer because I highkey forgot MGG was your first choice and in the poll I already said it was an SR fic, so my bad there! I hope that's okay with you 💛I included everything you wanted and a few lil ✨sprinkles✨ of sumn extra 😏Happy reading!

Couple: Experienced!Spencer Reid/Inexperienced Fem!reader

Category: Smut (18+ EXPLICIT)

Content warning: Swearing, penetrative sex, degrading oral (male receiving), degradation, spitting, rough sex, rough groping, spanking, slapping, cockwarming, creampie

Word count: 3.1k

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You dried yourself off in the bathroom after hopping out of a well-deserved hot shower. You had gone to a yoga class you had been putting off for weeks, but you had no regret finally going. It felt as if every muscle in your body finally knew what relaxation was.

You wish you could experience your newfound relaxation with Spencer. You had been so tense and irritated for the past few days that you two hadn’t really gotten to spend quality time together. You knew how much of a pain you were in the last few weeks due to stress and wished you could make it up to him. The newfound energy you had needed someone to let it loose on.

You looked at your nude body in the mirror, thinking of how if Spencer was home you’d have somewhere to put your energy. Hell, you would even dip your toes into dangerous territory if he came around. Your yoga instructor did leave everyone with a tidbit to open up their horizons. In your case, you’d be opening up a lot more than just horizons.

You then wrapped your towel around your body to step out into your bedroom. You had forgotten to turn up the heat before you took a shower, so you dreaded walking into a cold room. You opened the door to leave the bathroom and even from the little crack of the door, you could feel the heat. You narrowed your eyes in confusion as to how that was possible since it was only you home.

You opened the door all the way to see the man of the hour sitting on your bed, facing you with a warm smile. You immediately walked up to Spencer with a pep in your step. You grasped his head in your hands and greeted him with a long, needy kiss. As you pulled away, you couldn’t stop smiling at him. Especially since the feeling of him caressing your lower back was sending every sort of tingle down your spine.

“I didn’t expect you to be home so early, but I’m not complaining at all,” you said.

“Yeah, the case wrapped up pretty quick. I’m glad it did because it seems as if I caught you in an amazing mood,” he said.

You sighed, feeling bad about your behaviour the week prior. Who knew tensed muscles and long nights working would have made you so grumpy? Well, your handsome grey matter of a boyfriend would know the technical reason for your behaviour.

“Sorry, I know I’ve been such a downer lately,” you said.

“No need to apologize; we all have our days,” he said.

“Or weeks,” you giggled.

“Doesn’t matter now though. Now that we know yoga’s the cure, all is right in the world again,” he chuckled.

You leaned in to kiss him again. You loved how understanding he was. It was refreshing to be with someone who had so much compassion for such a tumultuous soul like yours. It made you feel as if it was the right time to show him how loose you could get.

For months, you two have stuck to pretty tame sex, but from the way he’d tug on your hair whenever you two made out and how he grabbed your thighs with such a mighty grip, it was clear he was a rough one. Even if he never explicitly said it. You had never explored those territories before and always desperately wanted to even just for a learning experience. You knew how much Spencer loved to teach after all.

“You know, my yoga instructor suggested that we all open up our horizons,” you said through the kiss.

He chuckled. “And what does that entail?”

You stopped kissing him to look at him in his big, beautiful hazel eyes. You could see the curiosity growing in them the more he saw how seductive your eyes were getting. You caressed your hands down his neck to his chest before slipping them further down his torso until you touched the brim of his pants.

“That all my horizons are open for you,” you said.

He smirked. “Is that so?”

You bit your bottom lip, nodding to let him know you were more than willing. With one swift pull on the back of your towel, he undid it and let it drop to the flower, showing off your freshly washed body. He wasted no time lingering in the moment as he spanked your ass and squeezed it tight in his large hands. You let out a strong yelp from the adrenaline rush throughout your body. It felt like a new high you had never experienced before, but you definitely craved more of it.

“On your knees then,” he demanded.

You dropped to your knees before he even ended his sentence. You wanted to feel his dick in your mouth again. You were never able to put the whole thing in your mouth before, but you wanted to change that. You wanted to choke, gag, and drool all over it. You wanted it to hit the back of your throat as you looked up at him as if he owned you. It was quite easy opening up your horizons for him with such a commanding tone in his voice and how handsome he looked looking down at you as if you were his favourite whore. You just knew you were in for a practical lesson tonight.

“Don’t go easy on me. I’ve been so bad this week,” you said as you undid his pants.

“Oh, I wasn’t planning on it, but if you feel overwhelmed just say ‘jello,’” he said.

You giggled as you pulled his pants along with his underwear. His dick immediately popped out in front of your face. You licked your lips, feeling your mouth getting wet as if it was getting ready to lubricate for his dick. He tangled his hand in your hair and you instantly opened your mouth, piecing together what he was going to do next.

He slowly eased his dick into your mouth. You were surprised he was easing you in so gently. He gently rocked his hips back and forth, inching his dick closer and closer into your mouth. You inched your head forward to get even more inches into your mouth. He yanked your head back and slapped your cheek.

“Don’t be an eager whore. Be a patient one,” he demanded.

“Or else what? You’re going to fuck my mouth?” You asked.

He slapped your face and then cupped it, putting his thumb in your mouth. You looked up at him, hungry for whatever he had in store for you. You had no idea how in control he could be of you and it felt freeing. It made you feel like a sex kitten waiting for its master's next move. You know your yoga instructor never meant for you to explore these horizons but you were glad you chose to.

“Your disgusting whore mouth would love that, huh?” He asked.

You nodded enthusiastically. “Fuck my whore mouth.”

He removed his hand from your face. He didn’t give you a moment to prepare your mouth before he shoved your head as far as it would go on his dick. You severely gagged as you felt the tip of his dick touch the back of your throat.

“Yeah, that’s right. Fucking choke on it if you want it so bad, whore,” he said.

He then pulled your head off his dick. You coughed as a little drool escaped your mouth. You couldn’t catch your breath for long before he stuffed his dick back in your mouth. He rocked his hips back and forth faster this time. You assumed he was only testing the waters the first time around. Now he was letting you have everything he had to offer you.

“Never knew you were such a filthy whore. I would have fucked your mouth a long time ago,” he said.

He continued to do just that. You gagged every time he shoved his dick to the back of your throat and your mouth was overproducing saliva to the point it was dripping down your face. He pulled your head off his dick and slapped you on your cheek again.

“You fucking love choking on my dick, don’t you?” He asked as he slapped you again.

“Yes, I do,” you said.

“Why?” He asked.

“Because I’m a filthy whore,” you responded.

He slapped you on your cheek again and then used his thumb to open your mouth. You looked up at him as he spat on your top lip. You quickly used your tongue to clean it up. That’s what you thought a good whore would do anyway. He gently slapped your cheek before sliding his thumb into your mouth. If the slap didn’t give it away then the look of satisfaction on his face let you know you were doing an amazing job.

“Open your whore mouth if you want more dick,” he demanded.

You immediately opened your mouth for him to insert his dick again. He moved his hand from your face and leaned his head back as he shoved his dick into your mouth. He went even faster and rougher this time. You felt tears stinging your eyes from the sheer force of the tip of his dick hitting the back of your throat. A few even escaped as even more drool escaped from your mouth.

He eased his head up to look down at you. You could only imagine what a mess you looked like. It kind of felt liberated to let yourself go and not worry about looking perfect while giving oral. The only thing you cared about was the feeling of his huge cock deep in your mouth.

“Fuck, you look like such a desperate whore,” he said.

You moaned in agreement. He yanked your head away from his dick as soon as he heard you. You caught your breath as you looked up at him, waiting for his next move. It sent major anticipation down your spine which excited you beyond words.

“What did you say? I didn’t quite hear you,” he said.

“I am a desperate whore,” you said.

He let go of your hair. You didn’t realize what a grip he had on it until he let go and you felt a huge weight lifted off. You kind of missed it already. He then grabbed you by your jaw and pulled your head up. You got onto your feet to get up from the ground, so you could be closer to his face.

You bit your bottom lip before opening it wide with your tongue out. He looked deep into your eyes as he spat into your mouth before pulling you into a long, feverish kiss. You took that as you were doing a good job and he even wanted more of what you two had started.

He pulled you away from his lips. “Get on my dick and show me how a novice whore rides dick.”

You smirked. Novice? He would regret those words as soon as you got on top of him. He might have been in ultimate control while you were on your knees, but he had another thing coming once you crawled over him. You’d show him that you could really show out.

He let go of you and stepped out of his pants and underwear fully before laying on the bed. You slowly crawled on top of him. You didn’t hesitate to grab onto his dick from underneath you. You rarely took his whole dick inside of you because sometimes it was too much for you to handle. Not tonight, however.

You looked at him with determination in your eyes. You could see in his eyes he was expecting you to take as much as you could usually handle. You slowly slipped yourself down his dick, moaning with every inch you took in you. His eyes started to widen the more you slid down until you reached the bottom. You had never felt so filled before, but it felt unbelievably good. Especially knowing what you had in mind.

“Didn’t think you had it in you,” he said.

“Why? Because you think I’m a novice whore?” You said as you started to unbutton his shirt.

“I don’t think so, but you go about like one,” he said.

You smirked as you reached the last button on his shirt. You opened it up and gently traced your fingers around his chest. He looked at you, slightly confused, probably as to why you didn’t obey his orders to ride. Even though you were okay with being his sex kitten, you liked moving to the beat of your own drum sometimes.

“I guess. I also guess novice whores don’t know how to ride dick,” you said with a shrug of your shoulder.

He chuckled. “Is that what you’re doing? Not riding me on purpose, so I can eat my words.”

“Shh,” you hushed.

You placed your fingers on his mouth, sliding two of them into his mouth. He opened it for you with ease. It was so much fun being on the other end of the dominating spectrum. You had to do it more often in the future.

“Sometimes lessons have to be taught the hard way, baby,” you said as you took your fingers out of his mouth.

“Really?” He said.

You placed those same fingers in your mouth. You sucked on them to get his saliva off as you looked at him with nothing but hot seduction in your eyes. You smirked as you nodded your head.

“Really,” you said.

He then caught you off guard as he raised himself up, so he was sitting up on the bed with you still on top of him. You braced your hands on his chest as you gasped from the feeling of his dick moving inside of you as he did that. It seemed as if your rain of power had come to a sudden end.

He gripped onto your ass as he kissed down your left breast. You moaned as you nearly lost your complete senses in his grasp. As he reached your nipple, he looked up at you and gently bit it which caused you to gasp with an amused smile on your face.

“Show me how an experienced whore rides,” he demanded.

You took the challenge he put down. You were willing to show him how much power you held on top of him. Even though he was giving you the commands, he let you take the reins of making him cum.

You placed your hands around his neck to give you some stability as you started to slide yourself up and down your dick slowly. He stopped you mid-stroke by gripping your thighs to stay in place. You looked at him confused as he shook his head.

“You can do better. An experienced whore would take my whole dick in her like she did not too long ago,” he said.

He was right. If you could take his dick in whole while sitting on him then you could do it while riding him. He eased his grip on your thighs and let you show him what you could do. You slid all the way down his dick until every inch was in you.

“Oh, fuck,” you moaned.

“Keeping going,” he demanded.

You slid up and down his dick, increasing your pace the more you got used to the feeling of his whole dick inside of you. He placed his hands on your waist to hold you tight to him as you kept riding him. He kissed you all over your neck as he listened to your loud moans.

“That’s how an experienced whore takes dick,” he said.

Those words encouraged you to pick up your pace to show him just how much of an experienced whore you were. You grabbed his face and laid down a sloppy kiss on his lips as you moaned into his mouth as you took every inch of him over and over again.

You could tell you were doing great from the sound of his own moans in your mouth. You pulled away from him as you focused all your attention back on riding him. He watched you intently. From your breasts bouncing to the look of utter pleasure on your face.

“You look as if you’re about to cum,” you moaned.

“How could I not when you’re doing such a great job,” he moaned.

“Cum in me if I’m doing such a great job then,” you moaned.

He grasped your face and pulled you in for another sloppy kiss. You kissed back with great intensity, wrapped your arms around his neck to get deeper into his mouth. He then let out a few groans into your mouth. You soon felt him cum inside of you, but you didn’t stop riding him. You kept riding him until his whole orgasm was finished and you could feel every drop of cum inside of you.

Once he was done, you both pulled away from each other's mouths. A huge smile spread across his face which you couldn’t help reflecting. Sex with him before was good, but something about being so loose made it phenomenal.

“Guess you’re more experienced than I thought,” he joked.

You chuckled. “Not experienced, just taking some useful yoga advice.”

“Did your instructor also teach you how to take such control over someone? You should do that more often,” he said.

You laughed and pecked him on the lips. “And you should choke me with your dick more often.”

“I can do that for you,” he chuckled.

You pecked him on the lips again before getting off of him. As you stood up on the floor, you could feel gravity working as you felt some of his cum drip out of you. It seemed as if it was time for shower number two for you.

“How about you do that for me in the shower?” You asked as you reached out your hand.

He looked at you questionably as he took your hand. You turned around as he got up and followed close behind you. He stopped you right in front of the bathroom doorway and wrapped his arm around your waist, kissing you on your temple.

“But doesn’t that defeat the purpose of a shower?” He asked.

“I’m taking a shower, not brushing my teeth, babe. I think we should be fine,” you giggled as you stepped into the washroom with him and he closed the door behind him.

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[astaroth1357]

Brothers Accidentally Make the MC Cry

Hello, this is the obligatory italics blurb that I have to put under my titles or else things look weird and it bothers me. Don’t mind the blurb. The blurb is a friend. (Though I could start writing pieces of a little story up here just to see if anyone even reads them… Hm…. Ideas, ideas...)

Warning: Angsty

Lucifer 

If he were being honest, he’d say that a part of him had always feared this would happen...

Lucifer likes to tell himself that he’s invincible, but everyday stresses can get to him just like anybody else. And like other people, he may not always act his best when he’s dealing with a full plate…

The MC hadn’t meant to make his day harder when they told him that they accidentally broke a lamp. It was a genuine accident! But Lucifer was still dealing with the fallout from another one of Mammon’s failed schemes, Satan had cursed all of his ties again, and Beel had eaten every scrap of food in the House… for the second time that week...

In comparison to everything else, a broken lamp was quite minor, but for Lucifer it was just the last straw and, for just a moment, he lost control…

His palm slamming against his desk hard enough to snap its legs and send it crashing to the ground. He scarcely knew what kind of look he had on his face, but whatever it was, he had made his human jump back in shock...

Really, it was silly for them to assume that he had gotten that upset over a lamp, but he saw tears starting to gather in their eyes all the same as they stammered out a quiet apology… 

It felt like an ice spike to the heart. Damn his temper… He really ought to have been more careful with them after… well, everything he’d done before…

He was quick to go over to them, catching their face with his hand and giving them the most sincere apology he could muster while wiping away their tears… Overreactions aren’t becoming of him and he hated to cause them pain… 

He, of course, took care of the lamp himself as penance and on the surface that seemed to be it (but to anyone paying attention, he had softened up on the MC considerably for at least a week. They probably could have sworn in front of Diavolo and he’d let it slide, he felt that bad about it...)

“I’m sorry, MC, I shouldn't have reacted like that… You haven’t done anything wrong, I promise… Please, there’s no need to cry…”

Mammon

Oh? What's that? His heart is now in a million pieces now...? Well, that seems fair…

He and the MC were out on one of his gambling nights and he was actually on a killer winning streak for once! Jackpots around every corner, he was rolling in it!

The MC had tried to convince him to just throw in the towel early, take his winnings while he had them and bail, but he wasn’t hearing any of it.

In hindsight, their insistence must have really shown how much the MC cared about him and wanted him to keep his earnings... but in the heat of the moment all he saw was someone trying to spoil his one night of fun.

To be fair to Mammon, it’s rather rare for him to lose control of his anger like he did. But when they tried to pull him away from the roulette table, he genuinely snarled at them and told them to get lost...!

Fortunately, he regretted his actions immediately after he saw the hurt in their eyes…

If their goal had been to get him to step away from the table, they achieved it. But only because he got up to pull them into a hug while stammering out apologies… Watching them actually shed tears hurt worse than any rope Lucifer had ever tied around him...

He spent the rest of the night away from the casino and trying to cheer up his human like his life depended on it... Seeing them in pain just tore him up that much.

"Ah, come on MC… I'm sorry, honest…! Please don't look at me like that, I'll do whatever ya want okay...? Just no more cryin…"

Leviathan 

Now thinks he's the worst, literally the worst. Lower than lesser demon spit. Lower than Cerberus' shit. Lower than… well, you get the idea…

Levi can get very… intense when things involving his passions are brought up. This can be a fairly endearing quality… but it also means he gets disproportionately impassioned about seemingly minor things.

Levi ended up snapping at the MC when they let him over-sleep one day. This wasn’t unusual for them to do as Levi’s sleep schedule was notoriously shitty, but they shouldn't have done it that particular day…

An item he wanted on Akuzon was going to go live that morning and he had to be awake to participate in the bidding. He had mentioned it to the MC the day before, but he blew past it so quickly they didn’t actually remember…

He found out that he missed the bidding after he woke up and he was pissed. Genuinely enraged that they didn’t remember to wake him up to the point that he was shouting and baring his fangs! 

… Really it was not a good look and he should have known better.

The look of fear and the tears gathering in the MC’s eyes snapped him out of it like a hard slap to the face, and somehow, it stung even more than that would’ve... It wasn’t long before he was crying along with them, practically begging for forgiveness...

He made it up to them by having a private showing of their favorite movie using a projector in the Planetarium, cuddling with them under a blanket while still, occasionally, muttering apologies under his breath.

“M-MC…? MC don’t cry…!! Please don’t cry, I- I’m sorry!! I… MC… I’m so sorry…”

Satan

Like Lucifer, he always worried this would happen and he hated when it finally came to pass…

He’d spent all his life learning how to restrain his temper, but it’s not a perfect science. There are the occasional times where the heat of the moment gets the better of him and he does something he regrets…

The MC had walked in on him one morning while he was fuming about Beel leaving the fridge empty again. It hadn’t been the first time they’d seen him like this, but this time he was absolutely furious.

He had told Beel again and again and again to get his snacking under control or to, you know, get up early and get more food so the whole family wouldn’t spend the morning starving but noooo! Mr. I’m Hungry never thinks about anything but his own stomach and then leaves whoever’s on kitchen duty to pick up the slack like some dimwitted muscle-bound meathead and THEN-!!

When the MC tried to take his arm to calm him down, he jerked their hand away from him and roared right in their face. He may not be a lion, but the full sound of a pissed off demon could make humans have breakdowns all on its own…

Which was more or less what the MC began to do as he gripped their wrist, panicking while taking shallow, stuttered breaths…

Satan's anger left him swiftly and he let them go, only reaching out to touch them again when he tried to wipe the tears from their cheeks… He had to coo and beg for them to calm down, which was only so successful because he was fighting back tears himself… 

On a scale of 1-10 of the worse things his temper has ever done, he'd rank this a firm 200... He refused to touch them for about a week afterwards and it took a long time for him to trust himself again… He just didn't want to hurt them...

"MC?? MC…? M… Oh no… MC, I'm so sorry, I would never hurt you! I… I wouldn't dare… please believe me..."

Asmodeus 

Oh baby! Sweetheart! Love of his life!! No, please no… don't subject him to this…

MC and Asmo were out dancing and some witch came by to try and flatter him.

Now, Asmo is a flirt normally, but get a few drinks in him and well… Let's just say his love of attention overrides his better judgment far more often than it should and friends don't let friends go home with creepy witches.

When the MC told the witch to scram, Asmo was confused and, frankly, quite irritated. That lovely lady had been stroking his ego in all the right ways and his human just scared her off so rudely!

Under most situations, Asmo would have kept his cool better but the haze of Demonus made his tongue loose... which let the venom fly…

He couldn’t quite remember what he said. The words left his mouth so quickly that they slurred together on his clumsy tongue, but it must have been enough because the MC flinched away from him.

That hurt all on its own, but as he started to process the pain in their eyes… he had never sobered up so fast...

He had their cheeks cupped in his hands and were kissing away their tears within the instant. Though the loud music at the club should have drowned out his apologies, the MC could see it written all over his equally tearful face…

He pulled them into his arms and then out of the club shortly after, the fog of Demonus that plagued him just moments before had long left him and all he knew was that the MC needed to be brought home and cuddled… stat.

“M-MC…? I’m sorry was it something… did I…? I’m so sorry… Please don’t cry…!”

Beelzebub 

He really didn't mean to shout so loud… honest... 

Beel becomes a completely different person when he’s hungry. He’s not entirely to blame, as his hunger can get so intense, but he still can snap from time to time when he really doesn’t mean to…

It was right after one of his practices and Beel hadn’t gotten a chance to eat in a few hours by the time the MC came to grab him from RAD. That already had him in a bad mood, but practice hadn’t gone too well for him either… 

He honestly didn’t realize how sharply he snapped at the MC when they asked him how he was. The irritation and frustration of the day all hit him at once and he became much harsher towards them than he ever intended…

It must have been the shock of seeing ever-sweet Beel suddenly get so aggressive with them that startled them so. He saw a couple tears gathering in their eyes before they could hide them and his heart just sank…

The MC was picked up in a crushing bear hug before they even let out their first sniffle. Beel didn’t even have to say how sorry he was, they could feel it in every squeeze he gave them. All while he completely ignored the growling of his stomach...

Beel wouldn’t let them go until he was certain they’d forgiven him which, honestly, took a while. Mammon was the one to ask why he had carried them all the way back to the House like a baby but… well, he didn’t need to know, now did he?

“MC, I’m sorry… I shouldn’t have shouted… Are you alright...?”

Belphegor 

Stubborn boi is stubborn and trying really, really hard not to crack right now...

That's not going to last long.

Belphie can be a bit of a brat and since he's the baby of the family so he's used to getting his way. He and the MC don't argue a ton, but when they do, he always digs his heels in and refuses to budge an inch on anything.

So what started out as a simple disagreement on how often Belphie would flake out on his chores turned into a kick-the-door-down argument over how much his laziness left the MC to pick up the slack...

It ended as all their barn burning arguments do, with demon-form Belphie sitting cross-legged on his bed refusing to look at them and the MC angrily pacing about the room until he cools off…

And then he heard it.

First a sniffle… and then a hiccup. Another sniffle then muffled whine…

Oh no… not this… Why are they crying…? They don't normally cry…

To his credit (or perhaps discredit), he managed to hold out for about two minutes before he finally glanced back at them. Seeing the MC wiping their tears all alone on the floor crumbled his resolve real quick.

The MC found themselves enveloped by Belphie's arms before they even noticed he got up. Naturally, he was pouting and trying to make it seem like "not a big deal or anything" but they could tell by the nervous twitch of his tail that he was hurting too…

Needless to say. Belphie started remembering his chores a lot more after that.

"Humans are so fragile… I didn't mean to make you cry, you know? I'll get things done just… Don't cry… please…"

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[sunarinluvr]

|| haikyuu boys finding you asleep on the couch after an argument ||

includes: kuroo tetsurou, miya osamu, & oikawa tooru

a/n- hello! sorry for posting so late, but this has been sitting in my drafts for a while and i was actually in the mood to finish it so i hope yall enjoy! oh and im not really sure about how i feel about it,,, might take it down later we shall see.

warnings: none ( lmk if there’s anything! )

KUROO -

last night you saw a post kuroo’s “work wife” had made on instagram with her kissing him on the cheek, and it didn’t make you feel the best, so you decided to bring it up to him the next morning. and you did, just as he was getting ready for work you talked to him about it.

you were standing in front of him filled with anger arguing about how it made you uncomfortable, “can you please listen?! i dont feel comfortable with your “work wife” kissing you?” you yelled. “Y/N it was on the cheek its not a big deal!” and to be honest you just wanted to cry. 

finally, he walked past you and opened the door. “i don’t have time for this y/n, stop being so insecure! at least she wouldn’t argue over something so small!” and with that, he slammed the door and you stood there stunned. kuroo knew that he shouldn’t have said that, instant regret and guilt filled his gut.

 but he already said it, he can’t do anything about it now. with a frustrated sigh, he went to work. hoping to fix everything when he gets home. you stood there speechless, as you realized you still had work so slowly you made your way to the bathroom. 

after getting ready and grabbing a quick snack you were out the door with a heavy chest. once you get home, tired and feeling worse than before. you trudged to the couch and plopped down letting out a shaky sigh remembering the argument and the words he said repeating in your head. 

you broke down crying, and before you knew it, the exhaustion from today took over and you were sound asleep on the couch. kuroo got home an hour later, he felt guilty and was already practicing how he’d apologize to you as he walked in.“y/n? kitten?” no answer. 

he called out again, and was met with silence, he made his way over to the living room where he found you sleeping on the couch. gently walking towards you he knelt down, and saw your tear-stained face which made his heart sink. “i fucked up” he said to himself.

giving you a gentle kiss on your forehead he softly apologized and carried you to the bedroom. you ended up waking up when you felt his body weight dent the bed. “tetsu?” you said softly squinting at him. relief rushes through his body at the sound of his nickname. looking at you with guilt in his eyes

“im so sorry kitten, i shouldn’t have said that. i didn’t mean to hurt you” he said gently. at that tears started flowing again and he was quick to hug you and wipe your tears with his other hand. “it’s ok, i shouldn’t have been so insecure anyways” 

he shook his head with a frown “no it’s not your fault ok? i didn’t mean anything i said. i love you so so much and i’m so lucky that you’re mine” you look up at him and gave him a small smile “okay” before cuddling closer to him. giving you a soft kiss on the lips he hugged you tighter as you both fell asleep.

OSAMU -

osamu was just having a horrible day, his head was pounding and the customers he had to deal with today were just plain rude. then he had to do most of the work since one of his employees called in sick, and for some reason, everything just annoyed him.

you on the other hand did not know about his day at all and thought it would be nice of you to make a surprise visit. walking in with a huge smile on your face stopping midway when you realize he wasn’t at the counter. “where’s samu?” you asked sweetly to the employee

“he’s in the back, i think he has a headache,” she says giving you a small smile. you can tell something was off by the way she spoke but decided to just brush it off and make your way to the back. “hi samu! surprise!” you exclaimed cheerfully as you make your way towards him

he just kind of looks at you, which you thought was weird, but you decided to hug him anyways. when he doesn’t hug you back and groan, you pull away and look at him “baby i heard you had a headache. i didn’t bring any medicine, but we could eat first and i-” 

you couldn’t even finish your sentence since osamu just stood up. he was infuriated and had no clue why, usually loved listening to you but today he was just annoyed. “look y/n a don’t mean ta be rude, but a don't have the energy for this right now. please just go home.” he said coldly staring right at you.

“excuse me? i came here to surprise you and this is what i get??” you said in shock, voice a little louder this time. rolling his eyes “Oh wow am so surprised! now will ya please go home? a don’t wanna argue right now!” he yelled. with tears forming in your eyes you quickly wiped them and left. osamu knew he shouldn’t have said all that, but he was too mad to run after you in front of all the customers. 

you rushed home and sluggishly made your way to your room to change into something comfier, making your way to the couch, curling up into a ball allowing your tears to fall, and somehow falling asleep, after getting tired of crying. he gets home a few hours later, guilt building up in his stomach as he mentally slaps himself for the things he said. 

walking into the living room he opened the lights and you were the first thing he noticed. seeing you curled up into a ball on the couch made his heart drop to his stomach. you on the other hand woke up because of the sudden change of lighting. 

gradually adjusting your sight you see him and switch your gaze onto the floor when you saw him look at you too. seeing your puffy eyes he walks towards you slowly and sits beside you giving you enough space. “am sorry, a shouldn’t have taken my frustration out on ya.”

you look at him with watery eyes and his heart sinks “yea i was just trying to be nice, sorry i didn’t warn you before coming” he opened his arms and you instinctively scooted closer to him, he sighs “no a love it when you surprise me a was jus having a bad day a love ya so much ok?” finally hugging him “okay i love you too” giving you a quick kiss he offered to make you food and of course you said yes.

OIKAWA -

you love oikawa, and you’re very supportive and understanding especially when it comes to his career. but he has an awful habit of overworking himself and as much as you love him you can't bear the fact that you couldn’t even see him anymore.

he goes home late at night -as in you’re already sound asleep late- and when you do stay up to see him, he’s too tired to even keep a conversation. then the next morning he’s gone before you could even wake up. you’ve spoken to him about this many times, but alas nothing changed.

you woke up to an empty bed as usual, but today was different though, you’ve planned a dinner for about 2 weeks now. you were very excited because it’s been so long since you both spent some quality time together and he promised to come home early. 

getting up you send him a little text reminding him of your dinner tonight, with a smile you head on over to the bathroom to get ready for work. once work was over you made a quick visit to the grocery store to buy the ingredients you’ll need to make tonight’s dinner. 

quietly humming to yourself while going through each aisle, and double-checking your list to make sure you’re not missing anything while checking your phone here and there. oikawa still hasn’t replied “he must be busy,” you say to yourself as you send him another text about the dinner just in case. after about 30 minutes you get home rushing since it was already late, and immediately getting started on dinner. 

once you're done you sat down and waited, and waited, and waited. it's been 4 hours. dinners cold and still no sign of your boyfriend. you decided to call him pissed off that he couldn’t even show up to one dinner, “hello? y/n i can't talk right now i still need to practice” 

he said as soon as he picked up. “tooru? did you get my texts? what about dinner, we’ve made plans for this 2 weeks prior! i even-” you were cut off “look just eat without me ok? we can eat again somet-” now it was your turn to cut him off. 

“oikawa tooru, you leave the house while i’m asleep and come back when i'm asleep. i just wanted to spend time with you..whatever good luck at practice,” you replied as you hang up. his heart sank when he heard the crack in your voice rushing to his car on his way home to you because he knows he fucked up. 

buying your favorite flowers for you on the way home cursing himself and the world for making it traffic at that exact moment. when he got home the first thing he saw was the food and you fast asleep on the couch. he felt a pang of guilt about being late. 

“y/n chan?” he said while gently waking you up. you stare at him with red puffy eyes and he hugged you giving you the flowers “im sorry baby, i should’ve prioritized you and our dinner. i promise ill do better” you saw how genuine he was being so you accepted the flowers and hugged him tighter as he offered to reheat the food you made.

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[wh6res]

dreams come true | yuta

"soulmate or not. i don't shoot blanks." — ny

[ part of the my bloody valentine collection ]

tw. gore, blood, murder, death, killings, mentions of illegal organ trafficking, violence, mentions of stalking, minor character deaths, weapons (a knife and a gun), almost (??) suggestive content but nothing happened

disc. this is rlly fucked up and yuta is unredeemable. i dont condone such acts. this is all a work of fiction and meant to entertain.

wc. 5k

every time you sleep, the void is sickening. it was all you could see, lightyears and lightyears away of pitch black that made your head dizzy and your stomach dry heave. you've always wondered when you'll start dreaming about your soulmate's memories. they were like little secrets, another way for two people to be intimate without even being together. their days were flashing before their soulmate's eyes in the form of a dream. it's as if you spent the day with them!

you loved it, the whole concept of it. it sounded so wholesome and sweet and jesus fucking christ, you've always been such a hopeless romantic.

it was sweet until it turned sour. you loved it until you hated it. it was romantic until it turned downright terrifying.

you wake up covered in cold sweat, panting and gasping as if you've run a whole marathon.

moonlight seeps through your glass window, slightly left ajar for the midnight breeze to pass through – you walk up to it, pull it shut, and draw your thick curtains together. you exhaled, breath shaking as you tried to anchor yourself back to the ground.

with the only source of your light disappearing, darkness envelops you whole. for once, you craved the void. you want that void back if it meant never seeing something like that again – something straight out of your worst nightmare.

"119, what's your emergency?"

"uhm, i think… i think i just witnessed a massacre."

you reiterate everything you saw in the dream – the mahogany door, paint chipping off the drywalls. the doorknob was rusty, so were the hinges, and it made an ominous creak when pushed open. the light switches on, the first you see was a bunch of dirty ice coolers in what should've been the living room, it wasn't even the slightest bit organized. they were everywhere, and the floor looked grimy and disgusting, like there's a stain they can't seem to scrub off. only when your soulmate has stalked closer did you see the labels haphazardly taped on top of the ice coolers.

kidneys. livers. lungs. pancreas. intestines – you nearly vomited on the floor, trying to relay everything you saw to the operator on the other end of the call.

then came the gruesome parts.

their deaths.

they were five people in total. men clad in cheap t-shirts and pants, wearing all these similar leather jackets. some were well-built, ripped in the arms and thighs, but some were skinny, the jackets hanging on their small frames.

they never stood a chance against him.

your soulmate is agile, quick on his feet with outstanding eye-hand coordination. only equipped with a butcher's knife, but it was all he needed to take them down and send them knocking on inferno's gates. he was skilled, knowing when to pounce and where to slash his knife to maim but never to kill. by the time your soulmate was through with them, everything is bloody red. all the victims' eyes widened as they sputtered and choked on their blood – not dead, but dying...

because your soulmate wasn't done yet.

a killer should have a modus operandi, should they not? so he took out a desert eagle, stood before the bleeding bodies, and shot two bullets straight into their eyes. the finishing touch? carving a frown on their faces with his butcher's knife.

the operator only told you one thing after she's made you describe the place for them to track the crime scene down.

"double-check all your windows and doors."

because you couldn't be too sure, not when you have been granted a front seat to the sad face slayer's most recent endeavors.

the detective eyes you with a certain pity. maybe that's why you don't bother meeting his eyes. you sit still on a chair, camera blinking red behind him, the interrogation room is freezing even with the thick jacket you're wearing.

seven billion people in the world and you're soulmate's a ruthless serial killer who took it upon himself to purge the world of evildoers – he was playing god, no wonder the detective is looking at you like that.

"uhh…" he's awkward, fidgeting in his seat. "and you saw this all in a dream?"

"yes."

you've known him only minutes ago. mark lee was his name and he seems to be a subordinate of a higher, more experienced detective named kim doyoung. you don't know whether to feel offended or not for having a doe-eyed newbie taking care of the case, but you pushed it at the back of your mind, knowing his superior is watching on the other side of the two-way mirror.

"did you have, like, other past instances where you dreamt of him? of what he…" mark looked like he was going to throw up. "what he does to his other victims?"

you shook your head. no. "i've mostly just heard of him on the news. i don't think i have the stomach to find out in-depth what the killer does."

mark takes out a folder, features walking the fine white line between looking apologetic or wanting to say me too. "i'm, uhh, really sorry to hear that."

there's a sudden pregnant silence encapsulating the interrogation room. it felt like you were mourning for something, the chains of dread dragging your heart to the ground as it pounded against your ribcage. mark looked like he wanted to say something, but you swore his eyes darted towards the camera in the corner and decided otherwise.

"anyway…" he trails. flipping the folder open in one swift motion. "past sightings have given us the sad face slayer's name."

he slaps down a picture of a man, his hair raven and a permanent scowl etched on his face. the quality was shitty. it looked like it was a screenshot taken from zoomed-in cctv footage.

"nakamoto yuta, twenty-five, japanese, and has slipped one too many times past authorities that at this point, it's practically a talent."

and just like that, it made sense why you're here.

your lips pursed in contemplation, palms quaking as your fingers reach forward to inspect your soulmate's picture. "and… you want to use my soulmate connection –" you glowered. never had a sentence sounded so fucking cursed and utterly wrong. "– to catch him?"

mark can't look you in the eye. "yes. he's very elusive. his killings have been happening cross-country and, as you can see, have garnered national media attention. the police are hanging by a thread here. a month in his case and all we got is his MO, name, and that he has this weird god complex on him. if we can't catch him by the end of next month…" he shrugs. "the feds are going to interfere, sooner or later."

"so…" you trail, urging him to continue.

"so, we need as much information about him as we can get and your dreams about him will be able to provide that."

fucking great.

the much newer revelations of precisely who it was on the other end of the soulmate connection put a significant damper on your mood. you'd like to think your new little cop buddy who follows you around gives you the least bit sense of security, but alas, it doesn't. not when you've seen first hand how yuta took down five men all at once without breaking a fucking sweat – you absolutely refuse to call him your soulmate, you'd never accept a person with his nature as a soulmate.

you try to hide the bracelet mark handed you last two weeks ago, during your time spent in the precinct's interrogation room.

"please have this on you at all times until we catch him, okay? this is for extra measures, just in case something happens to the cop assigned to guard you. just press the little button here and we'll be there before you can even finish shouting 'help!' – hey, i was just kidding! what's with the face?"

considering you're now probably being hunted alive for snitching on a serial killer? mark lee, that was not funny at all.

"do you have to get inside the lecture with me?" you whine, shielding your face with your hair when you notice people shooting glances at the rather handsome cop they assigned to you. "it's not like he'll attack in broad daylight! and in a fucking classroom, for that matter."

jaehyun looks just about ready to hurl you out the window. "lower down your voice," he scolds. "serial killers don't pick a time and place, sweetheart. he kills when necessary and if it's fucking necessary to murder everyone in that classroom to get to you? he'll do it in a fucking heartbeat."

you sigh when the chair next to you screeches against the floor, the aforementioned male taking his seat right next to you. jaehyun felt more like a babysitter than a cop, who seems to have a habit of constantly inputting his not-even-needed opinions on the most superficial things.

are witness protection protocols like this?

it was a good thing that overgrown bat doesn't come hanging around in your apartment, but he does have the police car parked right across the building's entrance. judging by how meticulous and thorough he seems to be, he won't miss any face that comes in and out of the building.

you didn't forget exactly why you're under witness protection. for the cops to waste one good officer to follow you around, you needed to be valuable and being valuable meant sleeping through nightmare-induced dreams of what your soulmate does for a living. the scenes are so gruesome, so graphic and utterly gory, that you dart towards the bathroom first thing after waking up in cold sweat, draining all of dinner down the toilet bowl.

after dreaming of him in action a few times, you've now completely understood what detective lee had said regarding yuta's god complex. it was unsightly, yet there was a twisted sense of heroism to it. if there's one thing, he only gutted the bad guys – but that didn't make nakamoto yuta any less of a bad guy, himself.

i need to ask you a favor [sent 2:05am]

JJH: what? [received 2:10am]

often the nightmares were too much. too much that you thought of escaping its horrors by never getting a wink of sleep ever again – until you realized you're a witness and is probably the only chance for the seoul police department to catch that bastard.

buy me sleeping pills? [read 2:08am]

when you peep out of the window, you find an empty spot across the road where jaehyun usually parks the police car. twenty minutes later, you answer the knocking on your door. he used that little "code" he did for you to know it was him. jaehyun was glowering and muttering about how he wasn't some errand boy when he shoved the plastic bottle in your hand yet, you still thanked him nonetheless.

the pills worked like a charm. you managed to stay asleep throughout the whole night, ceasing those episodes of yours where you jolt awake in the middle of dreaming about the sad face slayer's memories.

life continued for you. it became a little bearable, but that didn't mean the horrific murders you see in your dreams are something you can get used to – you don't think you'll ever get used to the sight of him slashing his victims, the blood trickling like a goddamned waterfall.

today the dreams were different. anticlimactic, per se, if you compare it to the violence so utterly present in his memories.

the first you see were black gates, then it shifted to him ordering coffee in a café (amazing what a simple black mask can hide). it switched to him walking on a sidewalk, then he arrives at his destination, an apartment building – it wasn't too rundown, nor was it extravagant.

the serial killer takes the elevator and walks up to a mahogany door –

your room number is a blaring sight.

you couldn't be wrong, not when the 506 with the missing zero in the middle was a sight you saw every day, going and coming home from university.

that was your front door.

he was at your front door.

you jolt awake, ignoring the icky feel of sweat making your clothes cling onto your skin. ice creeps up your spine and freezes you over when you notice with a sinking realization.

those black gates are from the university you attended. that café is your favorite study nook. and that sidewalk is a route you take every day.

you clamp your hands on your mouth as tears roll down your cheeks in rivulets. you pull the comforters up above your head, fear gripping onto you with a vice-like grip as you sob.

it was in the dead of night, moonlight grazing the confines of your room and hours away from dusk. you finally utter those three words in a frightened whisper.

"he's stalking me."

as if having the overgrown bat jaehyun following and annoying you around wasn't enough, you now have another person keeping watch over you. mark lee, unlike jaehyun, may not be as ripped with muscle, but you heard from your cop buddy that the young detective has a few black belts under him. people at the precinct said that if they have to choose one person who can ever come close to the sad face slayer's agility, mark lee's your guy.

"you gotta be shitting me," you mutter, leaning close to jaehyun to whisper like high school girls talking about gossip. "he doesn't look the type!"

jaehyun, in turn, plays along and copies you. "yeah, true. he gets that a lot, i think,"

"guys, i'm literally in the back seat. i can hear everything."

the change hadn't been too drastic. at least mark was there when jaehyun proved to be difficult, pulling him towards the other way when the older male tried waltzing into your class again. "you don't need to sit next to her in her class! are you serious? there's one exit and entrance and we're on the fifth floor. breaking into that classroom will be the end of nakamoto's serial killer career!"

you shoot mark an appreciative smile, one he quickly returned before hauling jaehyun around the hallway. "we'll just be at the canteen, okay? press the 'lil button on your bracelet and we'll be right there!"

shaking your head with a slight smile on your face, you entered the classroom, sat in your usual spot, and did some of your readings from our other class to kill time. you hardly hear the screech of the chair next to you as it was pulled back. not like you cared much for whoever sat down next to you, but you can't deny there's that feeling of missing jaehyun when he used to force his way into the lecture.

"settle down! settle down, people!"

the professor enters and the class begins.

you were meticulous with your note-taking system. it's thorough, leaving no room for information to slip you. having already printed hard copies of the powerpoint presentation and simply jotting down some extra key points mentioned by your professor.

you were just about to raise your hand for a question when you feel something warm graze past your arm. you absentmindedly look down.

the breath is sucked right out of your lungs.

hi, soulmate

there, scribbled with an ominous red crayon on a small piece of paper. it was almost laughable how innocent it looked but when you follow the ring-clad hand, up the black hoodie he's wearing, and finally to his face—

"hi! i'm yuta."

his cheshire smile spikes up your heartbeat. it makes you want to throw up, makes you want to slam your head against the desk. the fight or flight hormone you have is making you restless, eyes pinned on the serial killer sitting next to you, scared that if you avert your gaze, he's going to take out that desert eagle and shoot you until your skull caves in and the bullets in his magazine empties.

"but judging by your reaction, i don't think introductions are needed, hm?" his tone is easy, conversational even and it shoots a freezing jolt of fear right up your spine. it makes you sweat profusely because you don't fucking know what to do, your thoughts in complete and utter disarray.

"just press the little button here and we'll be there before you can even finish shouting 'help!' – hey, i was just kidding! what's with the face?" you swallow, sneakily pressing the button without breaking eye contact with the serial killer sitting in front of you.

"look upfront. now." yuta orders and you nearly snap your neck as you turn your head with lightning speed.

"i thought i was above the soulmate rules, but here we are. my soul is either too tainted or too great to be tied to such trivial things, but oh well, we learn to work with what we have. surprisingly, i learned to like dreaming about how your day went."

you feel something sharp poking at your thigh and when you look down, he has a silver butterfly knife pointed against you. the precision of the angle he held it with doesn't slip your notice. one slice of that knife, no matter how small, and he'll be spilling your guts in this classroom.

a fat tear rolls down your face.

"can you imagine how much my heart broke when i learned you were spying on me? leaking information to that snobby detective? to those incompetent cops? bad baby, that was very bad of you."

"yuta—"

"you think the cops can save you from me?"

his other hand comes in contact with the nape of your neck, holding your head in place as he leaned down to invade your space. he scoffs, and you can picture that terrifying cheshire grin you've seen one too many times in your dreams.

the knife digs through your coat, the tip hardly poking your skin only because he doesn't want to drive it into you yet. how did he even manage to get inside the university? not to mention the weapons he possessed? shouldn't anyone be suspicious when they see a man dressed in all black, clad in jeans and a hoodie, into a university—

he even dressed the part. with that hood drawn up and carrying that one notebook, he looked fairly normal. someone who can easily blend in with the crowd.

you eye your professor, willing him to look at you but your soulmate is having none of that. you squirm when he drives the knife further, at the base of your stomach. with his other hand, he twirls a lock of hair around his finger. "now, now, soulmate. you don't want half the people here to get hurt, do you? unless... that can easily be arranged—"

"no!" you whisper, head jerking to the side to look at him humming in satisfaction. damn. out of all the faces he's seen contorted with fear, yours is his absolute favorite. with those pleading, glassy eyes and parted lips, yuta is tenting in his sweats.

"thought so," he chuckles. "let's get up. we're leaving. that old crook doesn't care if students just up and went in the middle of his lecture."

you don't want to think about how he even knew that because it implied attending the lectures a good amount of times. it's with sinking realization that jaehyun was right. if it weren't for him insisting to sit next to you, nakamoto yuta would've long gotten you in his claws.

you tried gathering your things until he purred into your ear.

"ah, ah, ah. you wouldn't be needing those with where we're going."

the hallways were empty, not that you had much time to scream for help when he had a knife pointed up your back, shoving you into the fire escape stairs. within the tranquil confines of the staircases, the sad face slayer couldn't fucking care less for your personal space.

he disgusts you greatly, he needn't do anything but stand there in front of you but you can already smell the long blood trail from his path. it reeks of rotting flesh and that infuriating god complex he had left a sour aftertaste.

"you know, i genuinely wanted to get to know you," yuta pouts, shaking the hoodie off his head. his hair raven, it's ends kissing the nape of his neck. he looked like he came right out of a shounen manga but the bloodlust in his eyes is something that can never be masked. "i detested the soulmate connection at first, i thought i should just kill you off because you could be my loose end."

his humorless smile is enough to give you nightmares.

"but seeing how sweetly normal and untainted you are made me hold back," the butterfly knife appears before your line of sight, yuta teasingly dragging the tip right down your cheek to trace your tears. "so, why did you snitch, baby?"

you shiver when he noses the side of your neck, inhaling your scent as his other hand hooks underneath your top, freezing fingers making you jolt. when you don't reply, his patience starts to dwindle. then again, he was never a patient man.

"answer me, you bitch. why did you rat me out?" gone is the playful lilt in his voice. the vibrations surge through you as his deep, demanding voice scares you shitless.

you feel, hear, and smell him everywhere. this wasn't like any nightmare. this is real, and you won't magically wake up on your bed, sighing in relief, knowing he isn't there, that it was all just in your head. no, this was very much real and there's absolutely no escape.

"i didn't," your voice cracks. "i didn't mean to—"

"bullshit!" he yells. you wail in pain when he slams you against the wall, head aching as it came in contact with concrete. "because of you betraying me, i nearly fucking got caught, and i never get caught!"

you were full out sobbing at this point, noisy and unsightly as the snot mixes with your tears. your only hope now is he gives you a quick, painless death and that he doesn't carve and mutilate your face like what he always does to his other poor victims. "i'm sorry! please... i'm so sorry. i was scared—"

he coos mockingly, tilting his head to the side as he inched his face closer. "aw, scared? my sweet little soulmate was scared?" he places the blade flat against your neck. as humiliating and degrading as it was, you almost peed on your clothes. "how about now? i'm sure as hell that you're fucking terrified for your useless life right now."

you cringe when his hand abandons the expanse of your stomach, no longer inching higher, finding its purchase on the hair sitting at the crown of your head. he holds you in place like that, forcing your head parallel against the wall, with his whole body pressing up to you that it's nearly suffocating.

"just one quick little slice," he taunts. you hiccuped when you feel the feathery light scrape of the blade moving against your skin. "you won't even have time to scream… but i'm sure we don't want that, do we?"

you forgot how to speak. forgot how to breathe. whenever your mind wanders, you've always thought about how you'll give this killer a piece of your mind, with the amount of fear and sorrow he inflicts upon other people. but you guess realities were a lot more different than expectations. the yuta you dreamed of meeting is in handcuffs, but fate is a fickle little thing.

"do we?" he repeats, slicing ever so slightly at your skin. enough to draw blood in droplets, never a waterfall.

"n – no."

he smiles. "you can make it up to me. do you want to make it up to me?"

the butterfly knife digs even further. a warning. and if you value your useless life, you should be smart enough to know what to answer. drawing a shaky breath, you tried forcing the ends of your lips up to a smile. "of course, yuta."

your voice breaks as your sobbing grips your body whole. the fear consuming your entire being like a parasite consuming the host. you would've shut down altogether if it weren't for the calloused hands gently gripping your face. "i know, i know. i see how regretful you are, baby. don't worry, i won't hurt you. you'll make it up to me."

anyone would be fucking stupid if you believe those words coming from a serial killer.

in your wrecked state, you barely register that he's pushing you down to your knees. skin coming in contact with the freezing linoleum floor as you refuse to look at what his hands are doing. yuta has pocketed his knife. the sound of a belt unbuckling in itself added insult to injury.

you stare blankly at his shoes as he shoves his bottoms down enough for his cock to show. if you squint hard enough, you'll see tiny splatters of blood in the shoelaces. whether or not he feels you're unresponsive, he doesn't show. maybe he doesn't care entirely. he takes one of your hands and used it to wrap around himself. he gasps, sharp, followed by a hiss.

you feel it throbbing and it strengthens the disgust you feel. no way you're going to give him the satisfaction of eye contact when you're already forced to blow this psycho.

"eyes up."

you sniffled, vulnerability present in the tone you speak. "i don't want to. please, don't make me."

if words alone aren't enough for you to follow orders, maybe you'll feel more motivated if held at gunpoint. it's unmistakable, the infamous desert eagle you've only seen in your nightmares. the last thing you ever expected is to be on the side where the bullet comes out.

the barrel is freezing as he digs it into the crown of your head. "soulmate or not. i don't shoot blanks."

your eyes looked up then. glaring as the tears rolled down your face. "you're a monster," you mutter under your breath. where you got the confidence to fight back is unknown.

"i've heard that before, be more creative next time," he holds your hair tight in one grip, shoving you forward, eye-level to his throbbing dick. "now… suck, baby."

"freeze!"

you knew that voice, you've been hearing it for the last two weeks. "jaehyun–!"

yuta cuts you off, shoving the gun into your mouth. the safety clicking off resonating in the tranquil room. it's deafening, and it makes you immobile.

"hands up. step away from the civilian." whether or not mark is nervous as he points the gun at the serial killer, he's doing a damn good job of hiding it.

yuta sighs, exasperated as he throws his head back. his raised arms came down to tuck himself back in his jeans, and the action made jaehyun's calm exterior crack. "i said, hands up, asshole!"

"chill out, motherfucker. i'm just trying to wear my pants." the serial killer hisses, glaring at jaehyun over his shoulder.

"mark, call back up already. what are you doing?" jaehyun mutters, side-eyeing the young detective whose gun shakes as he holds it up. the taller cop takes a step forward, eyes never leaving the notorious killer as he addresses you curtly. "(name), come here."

just as you plant your palms to the ground to push yourself up, one of yuta's hands shoves you down quick as lightning. "no. she stays here, with me."

jaehyun scowls, takes another step forward. "and what makes you think i'm going to let that happen?"

"i don't think. i know."

there's a constant ring in your ear as the gunshot temporarily renders you deaf. you've shut your eyes in utter fright, hands shooting up to cover your ears but it was too late. you refuse to open your eyes, you didn't want to see a dead body lying before you, even if it belonged to a heartless serial killer.

but when your eyes fluttered open, it's not yuta bleeding out on the ground.

"no, this can't be – jaehyun!"

it was a bullet straight to the head, no one could've survived a shot like that. his eyes are empty as he stares at you, unblinking, stoic. the color is yet to drown away from his milky complexion. but you can't even manipulate yourself into thinking that jaehyun's still alive. not when his eyes are empty, not when he just looks so lifeless.

it couldn't have been yuta who pulled the trigger.

his weapons were on the ground and the shot rang too fast. the sad face slayer couldn't have crouched down for his gun to shoot the cop, it would've taken too much time. and among the three men, there's only another person holding a weapon, and that was –

"great shot, mark."

the detective smiles, but with the blood splattered on his face, it looked cold. "told ya i've been practicing."

yuta hauls you up by the arms, addicted to how frail your body feels as it collapses against him. he's finally got his little soulmate in his arms. and he will never, ever let you go.

the cops lost – you've lost.

yuta, with a sense of victory coursing through his veins, took the liberty of trailing little pecks down your neck as he mutters, "mine, mine, mine!" but you couldn't care less about his display of mocked affection. not when the other person meant to protect you, turned out to be everything you think he wasn't.

mark must've felt the gravity of your stare as he crouches before jaehyun's bleeding body. grabbing the fallen cop's gun, he took it upon himself to empty the magazine. the lopsided grin he sends you broke your resolve more than yuta ever could.

"i'm sorry. it's nothing personal."

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