#today i was like im gonna stay inside im cold and my throat hurts i dont wanna inhale smoke

[giverofempathy]

i hate lowkey homophobic people so much i hope they all drop dead ! 🫶🏻

#im mean today idgaf. #the way the dutch word for f*ggot is so normalised lmao its kinda sad #salisha speaks #and barely anyone realises or cares 😐 #ppl just casually throwing around the word flikker like its nothing like umm.. shut up #also i hate ppl who only like u when u can do something for them. girl bye #i usually go outside on lunchbreaks w my friend and she smokes and i just stand there #today i was like im gonna stay inside im cold and my throat hurts i dont wanna inhale smoke #she was so offended ??? and now shes lowkey ignoring me 🤣 #i actually dont give a fuck but its funny. like so why did u want me there. so u can talk while im silebt #hhhmmm no i dont think so 🫶🏻

[eggtartz]

cw : reader is a masochist, feral shin, lots of cigarettes involved (that's the whole plot tbh), mating press

word count : 1179

masterlist

holiday special

you have been dating shin for a while now but you two haven't take any steps forward. you didn't wanted to be hasty and move things too fast while shin was too shy to take things up a notch plus he always thought you were shy too. it wasn't until one day, shin discovered you were nothing but shy. you were sitting on the floor while shin was laying down on the couch next to you. he was smoking and accidentally smudged the flame at your hand, thinking it was the ashtray.

he jolted from his position when you whined so he said sorry in panic "oh sorry babe, shit shit let me take a cold towel. stay here!" shin ran to the kitchen to run a towel under the water and put some ice in the towel to soothe the burn. what he doesn't noticed is how the pain inflicted by him on accident was actually a turn on.

he doesn't realize you're biting your lip not in pain but wanting to feel the pain again. he doesn't realize you weren't screaming or wincing in pain like you always do. he doesn't realize that your thighs were rubbing on each other. oh, how shin didn't realize them at all.

the man came back to assist you, he held your hand in his and slowly dabbed the area he has smudged. your eyes weren't on the wound but rather it was on shin and how damn attractive he looked right now. his brows were furrowed, his nose slightly scrunched. he was focusing.

so you pushed him away "babe? what's wrong? does it hurt a lot when i do that? do you wanna go to the clinic i think there's one that's opened just around the corne-" he didn't finished his sentence as you kissed him, his eyes widening. you were inserting your tongue in his mouth, now eager than ever. he held your throat and deepened the kiss, angling your head for a better angle. your hands were massaging the back of his neck, making him moan in pleasure. when the two of your lips separated, there was string of saliva connected the two of you but shin wiped it away.

"wha-what was that?"

"im- im horny.. it's just, you know just now you were uh, the cigarette? fel-felt good."

shin was shocked (and horny as well) so without any second thoughts he kissed you again, this time more rougher. he slowly pushed you down to the floor and never break intimate kiss. he then moved down to your collarbone to shower kisses there.

he undressed your pants and slapped your pussy through the panties. "n-no shin, just put.. it in.." you whined. the heat you felt at the place shin accidently smudged his cigarettes turned you on so much you don't think you would be needing any preparation at all. all you needed was him.

shin chuckled and took a new cigarette from it's case. he lit it up slowly while staring at you, spreading your legs just for him and to think you got like this just because a small accident. it made shin wild. shin leaned over to removed the panties that had a wet patch at the middle. he sniffed the panties and had a wide smile that made you blush. "don-dont tease.."

"aw is my baby needy? my little masochist needy?" he cooed, making you whine for more. he lightly tapped the cigarette, the ash falling on your skin making you moan delightfullly at the burning sensation on your skin. "mmf shin!"

he wasn't done though, he inhaled some of the smoke and inhaled it back inside your mouth that made you cough but you were clawing at his shirt. "please.. please fuck me.. shin, fuck me please.." shin couldn't tease you anymore, he was at his limit so he threw the cigarette on the ashtray and licked his lips. he zipped his pants open, not even bothering to completely take it off and took out his cock.

you two always had vanilla sex but you sensed today's gonna be a little rough, and you couldn't wait. he tapped the tip of it at your pussy, coating the head with your slick. you whined again, pushing your hips againts him to urge him but he held your plushy thighs and inserted his cock inside with a growl. "fuck! was it always this tight or was it the cigarette hm?" he didn't got a reply as you were too high in ecstasy, mind already mushy at the feeling of his cock impaling you.

"more, shin! more!"

the man basically got your improval to go feral and he went berserk. he bend your knees at the same level as your ears and forced his strength there, telling you to stay there. he didn't went on a normal, gentle pace he always had. instead, he was rough and fast with his thrusts that you saw stars from the aggressive thrust. he slapped your breasts and grabbed them while thrusting into you.

he kept your feet bent over as he kept his firm hold there, surely leaving a bruise but you loved the grip he had. he slapped your face, leaving your cheeks red but you moaned at the contact wanting more. more, rougher, harder.

"sho good.. shin you feel sho good.." your head was gooey, you couldn't think about anything else except his cock inside you. he was sweating, panting above you trying not to cum too quickly.

"we should do this more often yeah sweetie?" he slapped your cheeks to gain your attention and you screamed a 'yes!'. he cupped your red cheeks and thrusted even faster and deeper, you felt him slid into your cervix.

he lets go of your cheeks and held the floor with all his strength to thrust into you deeper as he was chasing his climax. you howled when you felt a wave of pleasure splashing over you, your legs shaking, between your thighs your creampie oozing out. there was a squelching sound from where the two of you connected, shin not going slow at all at your climax, stimulating you more.

he wanted to cum with you one more time so he took his lighter and lit up another cigarette. he extinguished the fire at your thigh, making you scream and climax one more time, this time together with him. shin soothed the area he just wounded but you weren't in pain at all. you couldn't feel your legs.

shin pulled out, your love making cum oozing out. shin took some of them on his fingers and tasted them. he put some in your mouth too.

"don't we two taste wonderful?"

"mmf, yes.. yes, shin"

"so wanna do it again?"

"yes! yes please!"

so at the end of the day, you two ended up sprawled on the floor exhausted and surrounded by unlit cigarette. your pussy feels full and shin's energy already at it's limit but none of that matters now, not when you two discovered something new about yourselves.

#tokyo revengers #tokrev #tokyo rev x y/n #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers x yn #tokyo revengers smut #sano shinichiro smut #shinichiro sano #tokyo revengers shinichiro #shinichiro x reader #shinichiro x y/n #sano shinichiro #shinichiro smut #shinichiro imagines #tokrev smut

[midday0nightmares]

31 - a week later.

Previous chapter a rat.

m.list.

warnings: this series contains themes of yandere\mafia, blood, violence, mental health, drugs, non-con.

author note: this is pure fiction and it is not intended to romanticize any of the situations mentioned bellow.

3 days after.

“Jeno .. can I ask you something?” 

“Sure” he replied,

 jeno too has changed, he has become more caring towards you like he was stepping to fill jaemins place, while jaemin was occupied.

Jeno was more controlled, he didn’t show much, if you didn’t know what had happen you would have believed everything was fine.

“What’s gonna happen to me if..? You know” ,

you leave the questions unfinished, but jeno understands what you wanted to ask.

His mouth opens to speak but closes shut again, he takes a minute to think before he answers “I don’t know”.

His honesty although appreciated didn’t help at all.

 “but, I will do my best to make sure you’er taking care of” he reach to hold your hand over the table, gently squeezing it to reassure you.

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5 days after.

You saw less and less of jaemin.

The stress of it all was getting to you too, you were agitated.. you blamed it all on jeno.

“Why don’t you just confess?”, 

your question was loaded with hostility.

He looked at you, a desperate look on his face, he told you over and over but still he tells you again,

”it’s complicated sera”.

You scoff, his answer seemed more like an excuse than a genuine answer. “what’s complicated? You did it, you are the one who should be facing life in prison not him” you pointed at jaemin’s closed door.

He exhales, his eyes close “you don’t know what you’er talking about”.

“You killed him!” You contain to argue but he gets up and leave, ending the conversation.

Tears of anger pooled in your eyes, this is another level of injustice. 

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6 days after.

You were quietly munching on your cereal, jeno sat across form you sipping on his bitter coffee.

The mood was tense, unstable.

The neglected tv flashed a breaking news strip that caught your attention, it was about the murder in a diplomatic’s son house, “turn the volume up” you ushered jeno.

“.. it has been determined that the leased apartment falls under diplomatic amenity and no further investigations could be carried” 

You looked at jeno, “dose it mean that they’er closing the case?” You asked, carful not to get your hopes up, he remind quiet for a minute before he nods “ yup, I guess they are”.

You jumped out of your seat, squealing with happiness “yes! Yess thank god” you grabbed his arm to share the joy but he didn’t move.

He wasn’t happy, nor relieved.. he didn’t seems to feel any thing.

You top your small celebration, “what?” You asked.

“Nothing” he stood up ready to leave, “clean up when you’er done”.

he leaves you to your wild thoughts to run the worst case scenarios. 

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Today

The week slowly rolled over with much tension and uncertainty, jaemin has been called to the police station couple more times, you swear each time he comes back, he has aged years.

You wanted to be by his side but he didn’t even look at you when you tried to call him this morning, if he’s not out then he’s locking himself in his room. you tried knocking on his door, to get him to at least eat a proper meal but he didn’t answer. Each attempt has been met with either complete silence or a sharp temper, he would lash at you then quickly apologize.

This is not how you wanted your first semester to begin, you attended the first week of your online classes but you couldn’t really focus on what has been said, not with a disaster hanging above your head ready to drop at any minute.

And as much as you wanted to blame it all on jeno, you couldn’t anymore. The case is closed, but why is jaemin still being investigated? Could it be because of you? Did the police knew you were taken? Was it your fault?.. you tossed and turned in your bed, it felt cold and empty without him, you missed him so much. After a long string of pillow thoughts, slumber finally took mercy over you.

“y\n..” 

An unfamiliar voice calls your name.

“y\n” 

the whisper gets louder, your body tip over and fall off of an edge to an endless darkness.. you jerk out of the nightmare, drenched in sweat and gasping for air.

You clam yourself and push the heavy covers off of you, dragging your feet to the kitchen for some water, you don’t bother turning the lights on, you open the fridge door and take a bottle. The icy water clears the clouds in your mind only for the grim reality to take its place, jaemin might be taken away.. you dwell on the scary thought. 

You turn your head to see the lights of jaemins room were on, your heart clinches, he’s still awake at this ungodly hour.

Opting not bother him, you head back to your lonely bed, but the dark figure in the balcony almost gave you a heart attack.

You recognize the man, it’s jaemin.. his tall figure was standing in the dark, the phone was pressed to his ear, his demeanor was agitated, shifting his weight form one foot to the other, you couldn’t hear anything but you can tell he wasn’t happy.

You turn to see if jeno was in his room, his lights were off and his shoes were by the door. you always had the impression that they were close, partners in crime. they did all their nasty work together, but why is it only jaemin who is in this mess right now?.

“You can’t be serious !” 

Jaemin’s loud voice comes clear through the thick glass, his hand running through his hair seemingly wanting to rip it from the roots out of frustration. You can tell he was angry, desperate.. he keeps shouting but you can’t make out what he was saying. you step closer, as close as you can without being seen by him, you try to decipher his muffled voice,

 “I am your son! Your only son” 

you’er not sure if that’s what he said.. 

He speaks in a lower voice before he removes the phone from his ear, ending the call. He punches the wall next to him, he was beyond pissed.

You move to hide behind the curtain to avid angering him more, he opens the door and steps inside slamming the glass door behind him.

“I can see you” he deadpan says in the dark, since there’s no one other than you, he must be talking to you and you make the quick decision of coming out before he losses his temper. 

“Im sorry, I had a nightmare and I got up to drink wa..” You try to explain yourself but he waves his hand with not much care “Yeah yeah” and you stop talking.. he walks to his room, the dull city lights illuminating his backside, his shoulders were slumped, his back hunched with heavy burden, the sight of him broken made your heart twist inside your ribcage.

“Jaemin” you call him without a plane, he stops and looks at you, “Are you okay?”, stupid question.. 

Although it’s dark, you can feel his eyes burning holes into your face.

“Do I look okay?” He retorts,

You answered him with a small “no”

he turns to walk to his room but you speak again, “I can help you if you tell me what wrong”, bold statement.

He stops again and heavy sighs, your heart thumbs in your chest as you wait for him to speak, but all you get was a scoff, “why don’t you just know your place huh?” he asks with much condecindence, although you know he didn’t mean it, his words still hurts. 

“Just stay out of my way, you have done enough already” he adds more sharp words, twisting the planted knife in your heart.

“I just wanted to help you and be here for you” your voice breaks and you hate yourself for it, but you chock and the tears starts to gather in your eyes, he huffs and looks up to the ceiling, impatiently waiting for you to recompose yourself. But his cold nonchalant demeanor triggers more eruptions inside of you.

 the words escapes your mouth before you have thought of them.. “all I wanted was to help you, but you keep me away form you! you don’t tell me anything, no one is telling me anything! I don’t know what is happing or if I will see you when wake up the next day” you rant through the sobs, your voice getting louder and louder, and when he was fed up with you he shuts you down with a loud scream “shut up”.

 Jeno comes out of his room, bewildered and alert.. he stands in the background watching the fight evolves.

“You are not my girlfriend” he walks towards you, making you feel small and insignificant, “I don’t own you anything” his tall stature looms over your short one, that cuts deep. 

you look at him, you stare into his eyes, challenging him to take what he said back but he doesn’t.

“Yeah?” Your voice barely comes out, “fine then I guess I have no reason to stay here anymore”. you turn and stomp to where your bed is to collect your few belongings, he follows behind, his steps shaking the ground beneath you.

“where the fuck do you think you’er doing?” He asks but you ignore him, more so you couldn’t speak due to the choking knot in your throat, but your lack or response angers him even more, he grabs your arm and turns you around with much force, that it almost dislocates your shoulder, you whimper at the pain but he doesn’t care, his grip tightening even more, his eyes glazed with a dark, sinister layer.

“Jaemin!” Jeno warns, but it does nothing as another screaming match breaks between you, with him asking you the same question, not really waiting for an answer, and you shouting whatever comes to your mind first, curses, accusation, anything to hurt him. you don’t know who started it first but hands were being thrown, jeno was trying to break you apart, but  eventually, jaemin overpowered you and threw you over his shoulder like a rag doll, your kicking and screaming did nothing against him.

 “Jaemin” jeno shouted at his friend who was in a trance, muttering the filthiest insults under his breath.

“Where are you going? Jaemin!” jeno tries to reason with him. at this point jaemin was like a robot, marching to his room, he kicks the door to his bedroom open, he slams you to his bed, knocking the wind out of you. 

“Jaemin! Calm down” jeno was trying to stop whatever jaemin was doing, he kneels and opens his safe, jeno’s voice getting louder, you were paralyzed with fear everything is happing so fast for your brain to form a response.

Jeno was trying to pry jaemin’s hands out of the safe, “come on! don’t do something you’ll regret”, jeno was almost begging him to stop.

jaemin finally broke out of his trance and turned to jeno “get out!”,

but jeno stood in his place like a pillar, his presence seems to clam jaemin, he takes a deep breath and pushes his hair back “I know what im doing” he speaks calmly this time before he turns back to you, you swallow the thick knot “jaemin please..” pleadings to spare your life were timid but loud enough to be heard, your body crawls as far away from him before the wall stops you.

He kneels down and reaches again inside the safe, for a second the time has stoped, everything moved in slow motion. 

He takes out a metal handcuffs out of the safe, the blood that was frozen in your vines moved again, you let go of a breath you didn’t know you were holding.. jeno does the same “fuck..” he must have thought the same, he too believed jaemin was about to kill you.

Your limbs fell weak and cold due to the withdrawal of the adrenaline that filled your bloodstream, you feel sick, dizzy.

The bed dips under jaemin’s weight next to you, your head falls back into his soft pillows, aimless tears rolls down your temples, you give him your hands to cuff. you are worn out, you surrender.

He takes both of your arms and cuffs them to the headboard of his bed, your eyes meet, you don’t look away and neither does he. He looks down at you.. his eyes pours inside of your soul.

Dark circles beneath his eyes, dry lips, heavy eyelids but still, still handsome as ever. he leans down to kiss your watery eyes, “for my sanity sake” he whispers between the kisses.

He throws his covers over you, and turns the lights off before he leaves and close the door behind him. 

#nct dream #nct 127 #nct yandere #nct mafia #nct smut #nct fluff #nct jeno #nct jaemin #nct reactions #nct imagines #nct scenarios #lee jeno #na jaemin

[slash-me-please]

Hi it's my first time here and I would like to ask if you could place an order, or you can disregard my order ... Imagine a scenario where Slachers Michael or Brahms (preferably Brahms) fight with their beloved fem! readers and ends in sex.

Can't Be Fixed

IM LOSING MY SHIT- THIS IS MY FIRST REQUEST FROM TUMBLR- merry fuckin christmas to me.

A/N: I ended up doing this romantic shit but if you wanted something rougher feel free to ask me to redo it.

I decided to do Brahms here babe.

Warnings: well- smut, slight angst, toxic relationships, Brahms threatens your ass, toxic relationships, cursing, fem!reader, dub!con themes- but not really dub!con, choking, angsty ending, kinda romantic in the middle, idk what the fuck this is.

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The small "click" from the door made you nervous. Do you think he'd mind? He would.

You were about two hours late, Brahms only allowed you to be out thirty minutes at a time which was super fucking strict in your opinion. So naturally, as you searched the grocery store for the necessities, your mind wandered when you found a new line of cereal. Therefore, you were two hours late.

Nevertheless, your body begged you to turn away and never come back. The last time your were late hadn't ended well, not for you anyways. It took a lot of power to push open the door to the Heelshire mansion and even more to walk inside. Your brain scolded you for coming back but before you could even push the thought away, Brahms had shoved you to the floor. You yelped loudly, hips aching from the crash with the hardwood flooring. Before you could make it far enough away from him, Brahms grabbed your ankle and pulled you back to him. "Stop it! I came back!"

Maybe he thought that this was the solution, maybe it was. After all, after last time, you hadn't left for months, until you had literally nothing to eat.

He was shaking, shaking with rage- you assumed. He grabbed you too hard, pulling you up by your arm. He sized you up, effectively pissing you off. "Your place is here," He growled. "My place? Who are you to decide where I am supposed to to be?" You should've bit your tongue, watched the clock pass by minute by minute, letting him do as he please. This time, you were done with his shit. He raised his palm to smack you, instead you grabbed it. "Don't you try to fucking touch me! Whether you think so or not, I am my own person! I am staying here by my own choice, because I want to be with you. Don't you ever make me regret that." You yelled, pushing his hand away and dropping your defensive stance so he didn't feel threatened. "Some things take longer than half an hour so I'm gonna need you to trust me." Brahms moved forwards, his eyes softening when you flinched. He lead you to his chest, holding you in a tight hug. You hadn't realized you were crying until you relaxed, maybe he felt bad. Probably.

Picking you up, he lead you to your bedroom, laying you on the bed. With shaking hands, he lifted the dress off your body as well as your undergarments. Following you, he undressed himself. He seemed to have been feeling generous today, as he dropped to his shoulders and started to eat you out. His mouth lapped at your core with a precision that was unexpected and had you wondering if he'd done such a thing before.

Your moans were loud and repeated, thighs intentionally clenching around his head and your fingers threaded through his greasy hair. When you started to get close, Brahms grabbed your waist and held you at his mouth, continuing his assault on your heat. You came with a loud whine and arched your back, Brahms sucked your clit with a harsh rhythm as you toppled over that edge and when you started to jerk away in overstimulation he stood and thrusted into you.

The pleasure from a few seconds ago still hadn't worn off and your legs shook as you attempted to hold yourself together. "Brahms! Oh...!" The anger from earlier fell back into his chest, and the heavy feeling instantly made him thrust quicker, his hand wrapping around your neck and squeezing tightly. You shrieked with the air you had stored, eyes going hazy. You attempted to count down the seconds in your head as to of when Brahms would cum, soon, as his rhythm turned laggy and he pressed his weight into yours, groaning outwards, and realizing into yours, his hand tightening and failing to realised you'd passed out.

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Waking up with a gasp, you realised you were alone in the bed. You knew better than to assume Brahms was not watching you though. Your throat hurt and your head pounded with an intense migraine. The room was cold and the lack of the warm feeling of love made tears come to your eyes.

You burrowed back under the covers and cried.

#slasher x reader #horror x reader #smut #fluff #brahms x reader smut #Brahms Heelshire #brahms heelshire x reader smut #the boy #brahms the boy #the boy 2016 #request #i am losing my shit #slasher #slasher smut

[beomglocks]

in the morning ; k.th

summary : taehyun tries to keep you safe from the world’s wandering eyes.

pairing : yandere!taehyun x “captive” s/o!reader

warnings & other : angst (?), blood, there’s a dead person, yes the body is described (not in too much detail), enclosed spaces, dehumanization (?), honestly ignore the title i didnt know what to call this

w/c : 1.7k

your bedroom door creaks open allowing a sliver of light to shine onto your bed and down on to your face. you scrunch your face in frustration but merely turn over to face the wall to continue your peaceful slumber.

a finger pokes at your face annoyingly and you swat at it to leave you alone. "my love, wake up," you hear someone whisper.

you groan but make no indications that you'll be listening to the annoying voice in your head. you feel something cold drift across your face and down your neck which makes you shiver. when you bring your hand up to your neck to pull it away, you flinch and sit up quickly.

"ow!" you inspect your hand which now has a large bleeding gash from gripping whatever was on your neck. now that you're semi fully awake, you look up to see taehyun. great, he's back from doing whatever it is he does at this godforsaken time. you wonder if it's a normal day when he's home but no- you know there's a reason why he's in your room right now.

"i wouldn't have gripped that like that if i were you," he snickers playfully. you look down at what he's holding and frown at him. "what...did you put a knife to my neck?" crazy bastard, you knew something would go wrong whenever he was within 10 centimeters of you.

"had to wake up the sleeping beauty somehow," he grins. his face immediately goes stony and he grabs your hand, looking at the aftermath of his actions. it scares you how quickly he could change his expression. sometimes you weren't sure how to act around him because you weren't sure how he would react.

"im sorry though, i'll clean it up right away." he quickly gets up and grabs some alcohol and tissues that are laying around, and rushes back to you.

"so no light today?" you ask quietly while he cleans the wound skillfully. he stays quiet for a moment and you're about to ask him the question again in case he didn't hear you but he soon speaks up.

"n-no not today.. i don't wanna be seen like this. it could scare you," he laughs dryly. he scrubs your hands with more haste now, afraid that you'll take initiative to turn on the lights.

you sigh. how considerate of him however it's not like you haven't seen him with blood splattered across his glass skin before. it wasn't out of the ordinary to see him like this after all. your room only has a tiny window above the bed and you couldn't even look out from it since it was too high. the only light that was available to you was the moonlight. unfortunely it didn't even reach far enough to shine down on taehyun to give you the luck of seeing him.

"when are you going to stop this?" you ask mostly to yourself. "i'll stop when it gets through people's heads that you're mine."

he grips your injured hand as the anger of what he had to witness today comes rushing back to his memories. "t-tae my hand," you wince.

he loosens his grip just a little bit, enough for you to not feel that much pain but obviously, it still hurts. god, you really wish he wasn't here right now.

"why...why did he- it's his fault you know. it's not like i wanted to kill him," he says. you can hear the anxiety in his voice and it makes you want to comfort him a little bit. only a small part of your brain feels bad for his current mental state but that's only because of how kind taehyun was to you way before well- this. somewhere in you, you hope that he will change but you know he's too far gone at this point.

"he had it coming though," taehyun smiles, looking down at your wound. "he should've known not to mess with other people's property." you clench your jaw at his words. it's unfortunate how taehyun doesn't see you as a human anymore, only an object for him to keep enclosed in a glass case, like some china doll.

"you're not entirely innocent y/n," he grits. he grips your hand purposely and you let a tear roll down your face now. "taehyun you're hurting me," you manage to choke out. he pouts mockingly at your plea.

"you hurt me and you hurt that guy i had to kill," he says in a matter of fact tone. "when he said hi you should've just kept your mouth shut but no you just had to make conversation and let him hug you like some-"

he cuts himself off before he can say something that he might have to force himself to apologize for later. you both sit in silence minus your ragged breaths mixed with his heavy ones.

"you killed him," he says simply. "what?" you breathe out. "you killed him y/n! if you had just focused on me like i focus on you then i wouldn't have been forced to kill him like i did."

"taehyun i-"

"go say sorry," he sighs. you look at him bewildered but it only takes you a moment to realize what he means. "taehyun," you sob. you don't want to say that you can't believe he brought a dead body home but the sad fact is that you can believe it. he mustve had no where to hide it once he was done. taehyun is not one to make empty threats. he chuckles, shaking his head, "go say sorry to your friend."

he tries to pull you from the bed but you cling onto the bedsheets, adamant about not moving. "what so now you don't want to give him the time of day? earlier you seemed just so over the damn moon speaking with him!" he shouts.

you shake your head frantically. you want to speak, to reason with him, but nothing comes out your mouth other than choked sobs. "don't be like that, it's for your own good. now let's go," he says.

this time he uses all his force to rip you from your hold on the bed. "my love...im gonna teach you something about respect," taehyun speaks lowly. his monotone voice sends chills throughout your frigid body. you kick and scream and punch his back, hoping that you can shake him enough to let you go but nothing you do phases him.

he walks through the house with you slung over his shoulder for about a minute before stopping in front of the jacket closet. he sets you down as gently as he can in front of it and you stare blankly at it, not ready to face whatever is inside.

"it goes both ways," he finishes. you hesitantly look up at him, finally seeing his face for the first time since earlier today. you flinch when you notice just how much blood is scattered over his face. the kill must've been brutal enough to send that many splatters of blood flying.

"don't look at me, look at him. don't be disrespectful," he says. when you turn back towards the closet you flinch harshly at the sight. the guy whom you spoke to earlier was now slumped over in your closet. you remember how lively he was when speaking to you but now his skin was completely drained of life and pale in color. his lips were dry, probably from trying to heave in air to try to live. you're afraid to further gaze at the body because the further down you go the worse it gets. so much so that it's practically dosed in blood.

"say it, say you're sorry!" he commands. you know that you're not really saying sorry to the dead man in your closet. taehyun wants you to say sorry to him. you know he couldn't care less about this man. he wants you to regret putting him in the position to kill another human being.

"i-im- im-" taehyun sucks teeth impatiently. "if you don't say it naturally i will lock you in here all night. i don't want to do that so you better do it right."

a noise leaves your throat when he shoves you closer to the body. you whine, trying your best to control your voice and tears. "i-" your voice gets weak but you use every bit of force in you to say it. you don't wanna risk having to stay in that closet all night.

"im sorry," you blurt. you hear taehyun chuckle behind you, satisfied for now. "was that so hard?"

"y/n you're mine and only mine. i feel so livid when others so much as look in your direction, do you understand?" he says calmly. you nod, already wanting to be back in your bed, under the covers, away from all of this.

you hear taehyun hum and suddenly you're shoved into the closet. it catches you so off guard that your body slams into the dead one. you yell in panic and scramble as far away from it as possible. "taehyun! w-what's going on?!" you call out.

the closet is so dark when it's closed that you can't even see anything. atleast you know you're not near the body. "y/n- i-i'm doing this because i love you ok?" he says uncertainly. "this way no one can look at you or talk to you and try to seduce you."

you bang on the door, your heart beating with each slam. "p-please let me out," you plead weakly. you already know that once taehyun has done something he doesn't change his mind so it's no use trying to reason. "i-im scared- please."

he stays silent for a moment and you're about to burst into tears again thinking that he's already left but he speaks up after a couple beats of contemplative silence.

"don't be scared ok y/n. you'll be fine. i'm going to come back for you in the morning." he goes silent again and all you can hear is your heavy breathing and wet sniffles. "please don't be too mad at me, i love you," you hear him whisper before you hear his footsteps retreat.

the night is spent without much sleep and your fist pounding at the closet door, hoping for an early release but it never comes.

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[tastyykpop]

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Pairings: mafia boss!jaehyun x reader

♡𝑠𝑚𝑢𝑡♡

Warnings: dom!jaehyun, brat!reader, yandere themes, orgasm denial, slight edging (like really slight), thigh slapping, ropes, vibrator, punishment kinda, creampie, unprotected sex (stay safe 🙏)

The glass in Jaehyuns hand shattered as he saw another man approach you. He was beyond pissed. Mostly at you honestly. You were basically letting it happen because to you, this was all fun and games.

It shouldn't be though.

Jaehyun was a dangerous man. Someone you really shouldn't be around and someone who had a lot of power, over anything and everyone. Most people were terrified of him and only idiots would dare to speak out of line. And if they were lucky, maybe, just maybe they'd make it out alive.

It all happened when you came to this bar for a good drink and a slight buzz. But here, there was always someone hitting on you. This someone happened to be Jaehyun. It was the first time you met him too. Unfortunately, like the idiot you were (and still are), you talked back to him. It wasnt because you were trying to be rude, but instead you were fed up with the way he was acting towards you. The small brushes on the shoulder and the hand on your knee was getting on your nerves. But what really annoyed you were his comments. Not realising who he was and the power he had, you got angry and gave him back handed comments.

You only stopped when you felt a sting to your thigh.

Luckily for you it was only a slap. Not a knife or a bullet. Jaehyun was never this gentle.

Everytime after that, you would still come back to the bar, in your usual seating and Jaehyun would always be there. He even remembered your favorite drink after the first few nights. How sweet. But now, he was seated away from you with a group of men, watching your every move since he couldnt be with you at the moment.

"Baby that dress looks so pretty on you." The guy sitting next to you commented. His tongue swiping over his lips to coat them in his own saliva.

"Hmm thanks." You smiled, knowing that an angry Jaehyun was watching you like a hawk from across the bar.

The man's hand began to slither up your thigh, dragging his hand up and down. It was nothing like Jaehyuns rough, yet loving hands.

"I want to get to know you more." You turned your head to face the man and raised an eyebrow. "Come home with me."

"Sorry, but I'm gonna have to say no." You took a quick swig of your drink and smiled.

"Come on baby. It'll be worth your time." The man took your hands into his and brought them to his lips.

Jaehyun was going to kill someone today.

"Im sorry," you pulled your hand away, giggling, "but I said no." The man was still relentless, grabbing your hand and placing it on his bulge. Your eyes lit up and you searched around the room to see if anyone was seeing what was going on, stopping on your boyfriend's cold eyes.

Jaehyun got up from his seat, walking towards you. Your hand pulled away like lightning. A groan coming from the man next to you. Panic filled your body as you knew someone was going to get killed, or injured.

An angry Jaehyun is not a good Jaehyun. Especially if someone touched his girlfriend. And he let that go too far.

"Whats my pretty girl doing?" Jaehyun pulled your hair to the side and lightly kissed your neck. It was odd hearing such a soft voice come out of Jaehyun, yet you could feel how pissed he was.

"I-i was just talking..." His hands grabbed your waist, digging his nails deep into your side. Jaehyun wasnt an idiot, but you tried.

"And who the fuck are you?" The man asked. You actually forgot he was still there. But he wasn't going to be for long, Jaehyun ripped out a gun and pointed it at the man before making sure the safety was off.

"The real question is who are you?"

"I-i..." the man stuttered, obviously threatened by the weapon in your boyfriends hand.

"I dont like waiting." Jaehyun cocked the gun.

"I-im no one s-sir my apologies." The man walked away as quickly as he could from the both of you. Jaehyun snickering at how pathetic he was.

"Im gonna killed him for touching you."

"No, you wont. You can't always hurt someone who talks or touches me."

"Dont talk back to me, im not in the mood." You got up from the bar stool and walked with Jaehyun to his car. A very expensive one at that.

"I dont care if your in the mood stop acting like a bitch." Your sparky comment took all of Jaehyuns power to not bend you over and spank you in public.

"Get in the car Y/N."

"No." Crossing your arms over your chest, you turned and walked away. That set Jaehyun off.

You were suddenly in the backseat of his car, your face pushed against the seat and your ass in the air. The dress you were wearing was barely covering anything anymore.

"Listen here you pathetic little slut," he whisped in your ear, "if i tell you to get in the fucking car you listen, understand?"

You tried to get out of the grip he had on you, but it was no use. It just earned you a smack.

"Stop moving and answer me."

"Yes." A sigh left your mouth as he let go of you and walked to the drivers seat, starting the car. Leaving you in the back flustered.

"Come on pretty girl you can take it."  Jaehyun was currently fucking you with a vibrator. The vibrations sending you over the edge as he kept moving it in and out at a slow pace. You grabbed his arm and dug your nails deep into him, hoping that he'd stop punishing you and fuck you for real.

"P-please.." You begged as you squirmed on the bed from all the edging he was doing.

Jaehyun ignored you and picked up his pace. The room was filled with a mix or screaming, moaning, and wet sounds, just how he likes it.

He pulled you in for a rough kiss, teeth clashing with each other. The rougher he was, the more passionate he was with you.

"Im gonna cum." You moaned out, pulling away from the deep kiss, having enough of all the toying from the man above you.

"No youre not." He ripped the toy out of you, ruining your orgasm.

"Aw look at that baby, guess you won't cum again for another month."

You glared at the man as he sat there with a playful smirk before he moved on top of you, leaning down to bite and suck on your neck, leaving purple and blue marks on your skin as a whine left your lips. You wanted more, but knowing Jaehyun you probably weren't going to get it until he was satisfied enough. But you knew he was going to give up sooner or later. The boner brushing against your thigh was not going to go unnoticed by you.

"Stop...teasing..." You tried saying as Jaehyun moved back up to kiss you again.

"Why should i?" He looked up with an eyebrow raised, "You werent exactly the nicest to me. So why should I be nice to you?"

You frowned at the older man ready to talk back again, but the sudden cold hand cupping your hot entrance stopped you. The lower half of your body was almost grinding on his hand for more friction. Jaehyun noticed and smirked at your attempts to get off.

Smack.

"Dont even try that." He kept the same agonizing smirk on his face, giving him a more sadistic look than before. Your movement stopped with a pout and you watched Jaehyun take his hand away from your core.

"Then ill just do it myself." You pretty much just pushed Jaehyun away from you and attempted to please yourself, but you knew damn well it wasn't nearly as good as Jaehyun himself.

"Look at the pretty girl trying to act all tough." Jaehyun cooed at you, taking your hand away from your core and pinning your hands above your head. "Have i not been punishing you good enough? Is that why your acting even more bratty than usual?"

"No," you shook your head at your boyfriend, "its the fact you going to kill someone just because they touched me."

"Well i have a newsflash for you princess," Jaehyun leaned closer to your ear and whispered, "theyre already dead."

"Y-youre insane Jaehyun..."

"But thats why you love me." You watched as Jaehyun got off of you, moving to find something in the very large closet you both shared. When he turned back, you expected another toy he was going to tease you with, but no. He had ropes in his hand as he walked towards you with the same sadistic smirk that you hated yet loved.

He tied you up effortlessly, only giving him a few hard times but that only ended with a few smacks to your thigh.

Jaehyun stood back looking at your naked figure, a small blush painted your cheeks as you felt small under his gaze. Yes, Jaehyun was rather proud of what he was looking at. The beautiful hickeys and bite marks that littered your thighs, neck, and chest. The red hand prints on your thighs wrapping around to your ass. And the crescent shapes in your hips from his nails digging into your skin. He loved all of it.

You could hear the sound of clothes dropping to the floor, but didnt bother turning your head, too embarrassed to look at him now that you felt more exposed with the ropes holding your wrists to the bed post.

"Spread your legs for me princess." The sound of Jaehyuns voice brought you back to reality. You looked at him, his eyes staring into yours waiting for you to do as you were told. But did you didnt move. Just adding more fuel to his anger. "I said spread your fucking legs." He growled. You did so a bit too slowly for his liking and it only ended up with him forcefully spreading them himself.

A quiet gasp left your lips watching as he began to slowly grind into you, making you feel his bare cock against your pussy. Your sighs and moans filled the room, jaehyun watched closely, taking in every whine and movement you made. He pulled back and you waited for him to continue grinding but no, he was inside you without warning, not giving you anytime to adjust.

Jaehyuns fast pace shook the bed and your wrists were chaffing against the ropes. Moans erupted from your throat from the pain and pleasure Jaehyun was giving you.

"Fuck, Jaehyun...."

Jaehyun moved his hand from your hips up to your throat giving it a tight squeeze, "Such a dirty mouth." His hips snapped forward making your eyes roll to the back of your head and more cuss words were choked out. Earning a disappointed head shake from your boyfriend.

The lewd sounds of your bodies filled the room as he continued fucking you into oblivion. If someone walked in, they would be sure to have the image of you being fucked by Jaehyun with his fingers in your mouth and hand wrapped around your throat all while being tied up, stuck in their head for a few months.

"You love being a brat huh?" Jaehyun started whilst making eye contact, "Cause you know you'll be fucked like the pathetic slut you are. Am i right princess?"

He took his fingers out of your mouth to let you speak, "Y-yes." You moaned out. A quiet chuckle rang through your ears.

"Needy little brat..." His pace was faster yet sloppy and you knew he was close. The bed rocked and the sound of skin against skin filled your ears. Jaehyuns grip on your throat not planning on letting go as you struggled for breath.

"Jaehyun....p-please I'm gonna-"

"If you even dare cum ill beat your ass." That changed your thoughts about even bothering to let go, knowing he wasn't playing around.

Just as you felt like holding it in wasnt enough, Jaehyun was already one step ahead and came inside you, riding out his orgasm with a low groan.

Jaehyun pulled out, removing the ropes from your wrists. They were as red as your thighs and they stung too the touch. Jaehyun, being the nice man he is, even though he was still slighlty mad, took the time to give you after care, applying a cream to your wrists and butt just so the redness would calm down and cleaned up the cum dripping down your thighs.

After all that he laid beside you, embracing you in his arms and kissing the top of your head. "My pretty girl." He muttered against your hair before the both of you drifted off to sleep. Although you were still angry that you couldnt cum.

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[strayficks]

Could I request sloppy but sensual/fluffy sex with Lucas?

Hello! here's my take on your request, i've been gone for a while.. i hope you guys like it because im back with Lucas baby!!

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You rolled on your side, looking at the left side of the bed. Empty. huh you thought. You swallowed your saliva to ease the dryness of your throat. You looked around, an attempt to find him. The shower's not running, he can't be showering at this time. He said he didn't have anything to do today, you would be disappointed if he left to go somewhere without telling you. It wouldn't matter if he woke you up in the middle of the night or dead early in the morning. It's better than not being told anything.

You were already gripping the sheets snugly covering your body to the side when you heard heavy footsteps getting closer to the room. The door opened, hands so gentle as if he was cautious he was too rough. He looked over at you, the tray, and back at you again. A sheepish smile appeared on his face as he walked over and set down the tray on the coffee table.

"I was planning on making it a surprise." He muttered, getting closer and peppering kisses on the fresh hickey on your collarbone. He swiped a finger on it and asked,

"Does it hurt? did i suck too hard?"

You blushed and yesterday came down on you. Lucas had given you a hickey because of the low V-neck dress that you wore made you the spotlight for men. The tight fabric that hugged your body didn't help Lucas from being protective. He practically clung to you and being extra touchy. You liked it, but he wouldn't hear any of it since you were sure he would literally keep talking about it.

"A little yeah, it's really purple." You answered, shrugging your blush with a smile. Your hand came up to his jaw, which he leaned his head onto. He closed his eyes, seemingly savoring the warmth.

"Im sorry, you were so hot. I was so hard the entire time while you were shaking your ass." You pulled back your hand to cover your face as he tried to pull them away.

"You didn't even look guilty when we got back home, you went straight to sleep." He sulked, enveloping your hands in his.

"I was tired." You said simply, it was true.

"I made you breakfast." He nodded to the tray on the table."

You pursed your lips, contemplating. You were grateful that he was considerate enough to take care of you but you felt bad dragging him along to the club, and leaving him high and dry the entire time.

"Breakfast can wait, would you let me make up for last night? I'm not tired now."

His eyes lit up for a split second, but they softened as he said,

"Are you sure? Let's not do anything-"

"You're totally hard right now."

You smirked, both your eyes diverting to the tent in his sweatpants. You both looked at each other, knowing what comes next.

"Right, breakfast can wait. Don't complain when it gets cold though."

He kissed you, lips soft and warm filled with emotions too big to say out loud. You felt everything from the very first day you met, to the day of your first fight with him. A simple kiss with so much to say. You thought he would go rough, since.. you know, he'd been complaining that you didn't take care of his boner yesterday. But he took things slow. From the way he slipped off your camisole and peppering kisses everywhere he touched you. Every praises he gave you made your breath hitch. It was then until you were naked you realized that you were the one that's supposed to make up for him, not the other way around.

"Wait wait," You tapped his broad shoulders, making him look up at you. 

Disheveled hair and half closed eyes, he raised an eyebrow. You got out from under him and managed to get him on his back. Tugging on his sweats, you reminded him.

"Let me do this for you."

He smiled, a mischievous tone to it. You pulled down his sweats, his cock oozing with precum, red and veiny. The perfect length and girth.

"Stop staring, im shy." He covered his face, imitating you from five minutes ago. Whatever, you thought.

"You wont be when i have your cock hitting the back of my throat."

He didn't have time to react as you brought his cock up to your lips and kissed the tip, teasing and fanning your hot breath on it. The itself was enough to make him squirm. He was always sensitive. It's a sight to behold really.

The rays of the morning sun lit up the room. Lucas laid down in front of you, cock hard, just for you.

You wrapped your lips around his thick cock, hands travelling to caress his thigh and under his shirt. His stomach clenched as you sink your face further down, having his tip hut the back of your throat. A ragged moan came from him,

"You're so pretty like this."

The praise only turned you on even more. You could feel the wetness dribbling down your clit as you continued to suck his cock. You brought up you hand to jerk him off while you suck his balls. He jerked his hips up into your hand but he suddenly stopped.

"I want to cum inside you, please."

You released his balls with a pop. He gestured his hand and grabbed the sides of your face to kiss you. His finger played with your nipple, lightly flicking it. You moaned into the kiss as he directed his tip under your clit, rubbing the pleasure points together. Both of you didn't want to break the kiss, so when he rubbed his cock some more, coating his cock, mixing his precum with your wetness, it had you grinding on top of him, you could feel him smile into the kiss.

It was when he suddenly thrusted inside of you. You could feel every inch of him, his tip kissing your cervix. A throaty moan was all it took for you to break the kiss. He was big, and you always had to adjust to him every time you had sex.

You don't know what is up about today, but it just felt like he was bigger than usual.

You didn't even realize you were brimming with tears until Lucas swiped his fingers under your eyes. With a concerned look on his face, Lucas said,

"Let's stay like this for a bit."

He kissed you again, slow and passionate. His hand traveled around your body, your shoulders, your hips, your stomach, thighs, knees, all while he kissed you. It felt like a while until you were ready, you slowly moved your hips. Every roll you make sent shivers down your spine, and it looked like Lucas was enjoying it too judging from the tightened grip on your ass.

"S-so big.."

You mumbled, a rhythm finally set as you both thrust into each other. The pace was slow, but with everytime you lower down on him, he made sure that he was buried deep in you, his tip putting pressure on you cervix sent waves of pleasure over you.

"Baby, come on. I'm gonna take us there." His thumb rubbed circles on your clit, making you tighten and clench around him. He moaned into your lips and spoke into your lips,

"Can't forget about the clit, i want to make you feel as good as possible. I want you to cum for me."

You leaned your forehead on his as his pace quickened. Both of your moans filled the room. Lucas's voice sound higher in pitch, a rasp to it.

"Please cum for me, that's all i want today."

You can already feel it building, your stomach feels like butterflies and with a couple more hard thrusts, he had you shaking and crying.

You came hard on top of him. He kept going until you felt his cock convulse inside you, coating your walls with thick ropes of cum. He held you close, his hips grinding slowly under you as if he didn't want any drop of his cum oozing out of you, shoving them deeper inside. He muttered something that sounded like 'don't let a drop go to waste' or 'don't waste it' or anything along the lines of that.

You were too focused on picking yourself up, your trembling thighs struggling to move. He held you down, and looked up at you.

He smiled and brought his lips up to your nipple.

"So, about breakfast."

A/n: so.. im back, and accepting requests. send one if you want!

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[smokahuntis]

Weightless

Nothing Personal

Pairing: Javier peña x reader

Warnings: set last name, cursing, mentions of sex and death. Masterbation, night mares.

Summery: he embassy calls in a new agent to assist agents Peña and Murphy

Authors note: I’m back and I’m going to try and start a series! Based on the album Nothing Personal by All Time Low. This would be chapter one.

Word count: 3.4K

Manage me, I’m a mess

“Agent (y/n) Carter” the ambassador said as she gave them the files “she will be joining, this is everything you need to know in her and she will be here later today.

Javier nodded as he picked up the file “of course, madam ambassador” he stood with a crooked grin and looked her over “and may I say, you look amazing in pink” he said softly and kindly. Steve just rolled his eyes and walked towards the door.

“Keep dreaming Peña” she shook her head and let them leave to review the file.

Turn a page, I’m a book half unread

“Agent Carter ” Javier handed Steve the file. “ ‘DEA’s finest’” he mocked and lit up his cigarette as he set back. Letting the smoke fill his lungs as he took a long drag of his Colombian cigarette. He watched Steve waiting for his opinion.

Steve only chuckled and set the papers down “I went to academy with her...” he said, javiers eyes lit up before he shook his head

“I didn’t mean-“

“We aren’t friends it okay” Steve chuckled.

I wanna be laughed at, laughed with, just because

“Oh- okay... okay...” pena leaned back again as the smoke clouded the humid air around them.

“She was always an overachiever, no one really liked her in my class” he chuckled and put the file away. “Way to smart to be choosing dea, but there she was. Didnt talk to anyone, didn’t let anyone talk to her.” He shrugged “I’d be surprised if she talked to us”

I wanna feel weightless and that should be enough

“So beware shes a bitch?” Javier chuckled and put his cigarette out

“Yep” Steve got up and grabbed his empty coffee cup. “Want a coffee?”

“Not from here...” he shook his head and got up.

“You know back home I always chose Colombian brew coffee, and now I’m in colombia and I don’t see why I thought it was good” Steve chuckled as they walked together to get a drink at the coffee place across the street.

“I’ve spend out money on more valuable things then coffee machines that aren’t from the 60s and beans that aren’t 2 years old” Javier joked and shook his head as they strutted the halls. They were such a duo, splitting them into a trio is a sin, but they’d have to get used to it.

Well I’m stuck in this fucking rut

Meanwhile back in LAX (y/n)’s brother tried to convince her it wasn’t worth it. “Colombia is dangerous right now, you could get killed- or- or worse!” Thomas said following her.

“What’s worse then dying?” She watched him with a bit of a cocky grin.

“You could end up like- like Kiki” he said without thinking before she grabbed her brothers collar roughly.

“You don’t say a damn word about Kiki... plus” she let him go and wiped her Dainty hand on her white button up. “After what the US did to the Sinaloa I think I’m safe from that” she sighed and kept walking.

“(Y/n) listen- please... I can’t loose my sister, not to- Pablo Escobar” he grabbed her hand. She turned and looked at him with upset eyes. “You’re all I have left...” he whispered

Waiting on a second-Hand pick-me-up

It was true, she was all he had left, dad was away over seas and mom was gone. Their oldest brother died years ago, it was just her and Thomas. But they were both adults now, she could do what she wanted, and she had been. But now she was a little worried for Thomas.

“I’ll call, and I’ll visit when I can, just go home Thomas... I’ll be okay” she said looking at him, before the warning for her flight went off, 10 minutes now. “I love you, I have to go” she hugged her younger brother before she left.

I’m getting over getting older

(Y/n) looked over her files on the plane, she knew it was a matter of time before escobar knew who she was so she didn’t hide it. She didn’t care, she knew he was almost untouchable. Almost.

(Y/n) had been all over for the DEA, her most frequented place however was Mexico. She worked in Mexico for a long time, she was young and stupid and she kinda thought it was the DEA’s way of getting rid of waste, expecting her to die at the hands of the Sinaloa. However she returned very much alive, and very much tearing open at the seems. She still has nightmares of her time there, but she didn’t care, she had to keep going, for him.

If I could just find the time

Javier set up the stuff in the meeting room before he made his way home for the night. His little two bit apartment given to him by the Embassy. It was nice, he knew that, but it always felt cold and empty, that’s why he filled it with girls, smoke, alcohol smells. It was like a fucking bar. He tried to not bring work home with him but he couldn’t help it most nights, things either bothered him to much or had to be done sooner then later. Some days he wanted to feel weightless, and those days he could escape the heavy burden of people lives depending on him. The ones he couldn’t save, or the ones he’s trying to save. He was trying so hard, but he couldn’t escape.

He needed air, that’s what it was. Right now when he felt his chest collapse on him, he needed aid, real air. So he was quick to make his way out the door and to the front steps of the apartment building, he almost didn’t see her. The (h/c) girl standing there at the steps with her bags. He almost took her out, but he stopped in time.

“I’m- im sorry uh- can I help you?” He asked clearing his throat as he looked at her. She pulled her hood off and looked up at him holding her bags close to her

Then I would never let another day go by

“This is the embassy apartments right?” She asked with a soft shivering smile. He was quick to answer, maybe to quick.

“Yea! Yea this is- this is them yea... you’re-“ he started but she cut him off.

“(Y/n) Carter, yes- hi- um- sorry I didn’t mean to cut you off I’m just tired and cold and really want to get inside. He nodded understanding, completely forgotting why he came out here as he looked into her eyes, illuminated by the yellow street lights behind him.

“I’ll show you to your apartment” he smiled and took her in, she was just across the hall from him. Her apartment identical in most ways, however her kitchen was bigger and so was her bathroom.

I’m over getting old

“Thank you, you must be Agent Peña” she smiled as he got the key from the leafy palm in the corner, unlocking her door for her.

“That I am” he smiled and helped with her bags. If he was going to be stuck with her he wanted to be nice. He didn’t want another agent, him and Steve were doing just on their own, but the embasssy expected things to be done instantly, but they are putting to many cooks in the kitchen.

“Thank you for helping, you didn’t need to” she smiled and set her bags down on the bed and looked at him.

“Of course” he smiled and set her things down with the rest. “So, we’re you invited or did you request to be transferred”

Maybe it’s not my weekend

(Y/n) looked at him and pushed hair behind her ears and shook her head. “I requested it actually, I requested it months ago really but-“

“Why would you want to be here? You know what’s happening-“

“That’s exactly why I want to be here” she stood straighter and looked at him. “You need all the help you can get it seems- and I understand if you don’t want me here because I’m a women”

“No! No no- no that isn’t it I promise” he said feeling a bit of his earlier panic come back, but it was only a little. “I don’t care you’re a women I’ve seen your file you’ve done amazing things but we were doing just fine without you...” Javier said looking at her, his hand up in defense.

“Then why did the embassy want me here ASAP?” She asked crossing her arms.

“Because they think we are stupid or something... they expect things done instantly and it’s impossible.” He explained. She nodded and sighed

“I understand that feeling. But I’m here to help... I promise” she looked at him as the moon light filtered threw her window

But it’s gonna be my year

He nodded and sighed “I’ll just let you get some sleep, I’ll see you at the office” he walked out of her room, giving her one last look as he smiled “goodnight Agent Carter” he walked out to his apartment again.

(Y/n) sighed and unpacked all she could tonight and took a few melatonin and went to sleep, trying to get on the schedule.

It wasn’t hard for her to get up in the morning, making her own coffee and getting ready early. She wanted to be there before them so she could go over things and get caught up. So getting ready quickly she tied her hair up in a tight ponytail and made her way to the office. She was always on time or early, wanting to get ahead of things or finish work so she didn’t have to bring things home.

I’m so sick of watching all the minutes pass as I go nowhere

Javier however, couldnt manage to get himself out of sleep. Stuck in a long nightmare that has his body aching and sweating to wake up but he was stuck there, in that spot in the sticky cotton sheets. He tossed and turned but al he could see was the blood, every scene he’d been to, it took a toll on him. He couldn’t help it anymore, couldn’t hold them back, couldn’t stay up and drink a shit ton of coffee and just keep going.

He was hurting himself even more trying to ignore it. He was lost in a sea of sound, until finally he woke up, alone and covered in a thin sheen of sweat.

“Fuck....” he shook his head and got out of bed, throwing his things in the wash before he got in the shower. He felt so exhausted from sleeping, that’s not right. He hated this constant feeling, it was so much. He couldn’t even escape at home. Seemed the only time he felt fine was when he was baring himself inside a women of the night and telling her how perfect she was, only to wake up alone and try to relive that moment in the shower by himself.

This is my reaction to everything I fear

It was no secret, Javier Peña was a ladies man. To get in the head of the cartel he slept with the same women as the cartel, did it work? Yes occasionally. But it wasn’t that anymore, it wasn’t just work, it was a form of escape now. Was he a sex addict? Yes, most definitely. Did he care? No, because it was release in more ways then one and that’s all he wanted.

He did have a talent tho, remembering every name, every face. Every women. He was a talented man. But right now that didn’t matter, what mattered to him in this moment was making himself feel weightless as hot water ran down his body. He was alone last night, after showing (y/n) her apartment he went home and to bed. So he had nothing to relieve, no face to see when he closed his eyes. Oh... how he was wrong.

Cause I’ve been going crazy, I don’t wanna waste another minute here

There she was, the beauty he met last night. (Y/n) carter. Why was she what he thought about right now? He just met her. She was his partner and he’d only see her face and hands, that’s not even enough for a weirdo to get off. But it was enough for him to wrap his hand around his throbbing cock and leaning his head back as he stroked himself.

His chest heaving and his eyes rolling back as he pumped his fat cock in his hand. Soft grunts escaped his mouth before the words left it “(y/n)... fuck...” he groaned.

He didn’t even know the girl and he was getting off in his shower to her.

This could be all that I’ve waited for

He didn’t know why he felt like this, but in his mind he had her on her knees, her lips wrapped around his tip as she took him down her little throat, just that image made him let out a loud moan. Soon his balls tightened and he was coming all over her face, and down the drain.

He shook his head as he opened his eyes and looked at the mess he made. Causing him to sigh heavily and clean up before he got dressed and ready, trying to get the idea out of his head. It was his first day with her, and he wanted to fuck her. Wow.

This could be everything I don’t wanna dream anymore

When he got there she was already liking over things, remembering faces and writing in her notebook. She looked peaceful there, just staring at a cork-board of killers and drug lords. He could tell quickly this is her environment.

“Hey” he said setting down his coffee and taking off his brown leather jacket. She turned with an other bright smiled and looked at him, her smile lit of the room and made his chest feel tight, but not like his panic the night before, this was warm and different.

“Hey” she said in her silk tone as she set her note book down. “ I hope you don’t mind I’m taking my own notes.”

“Not at all, whatever makes you comfortable” he smiled at her softly. At that moment Steve walked in with his own coffee and pen. He was way to quick to notice the look in javiers eyes, the interest he had in her.

“Thanks” she smiled before looking at Steve “Steve Murphy, wow... hi” she smiled and shook his hand.

“Hey Carter, it’s been awhile” he chuckled and shook her hand

“It’s been more then awhile” she smiled and looked up at him

Maybe it’s not my weekend, but it’s gonna be my year.

“Well it’s good to know we have a good agent on our team” he smiled. “So what are you working on”

“Just taking my own notes so I can memorize things faster and get caught up” she smiled at them.

“Oh did you color coat them too?” He asked a little to condescending. She sighed and caught on quickly but went on.

“No I did not. I’m not a preppy teenager.” She stated simply before walking back to take notes.

“While you do that we are going to go do real things okay?” He grabbed his coffe and walked out with Javier. (Y/n) was pretty used to sexist comments or people thinking she couldn’t do things so she brushed it off, however Javier didn’t.

I’m going crazy, I’m stuck in here

“What the hell was that?!” Javjer looked at Steve and closed the door as they got into their little office.

“What was what?” Steve asked and set his things down.

“You being an asshole to her, what did she do to you?” Javier said taking up for her.

“I don’t know Javier what’s up with you? Staring at her like you’re guess engagement ring sizes!” Steve argued, they argued way to often. Like a married couple really.

“I was not!” Javier scoffed “I can’t be nice to my new coworker?”

“Just yesterday you were dreading her! And now you have heart eyes all over her” Steve said

Maybe it’s not my weekend but it’s gonna be my year

“I don’t have heart eyes, I’m just looking at her, damn” he sat down and opened his earliest files and started work.

“I’m sure” Steve shook his head before starting to work.

Soon (y/n) made her way to the office and walked in and almost fell over with a heart attack “my god, how do you work in such mess” she asked looking around.

“Mess? I think it’s pretty clean” Steve said looking around

“The only clean place here is my desk and it’s still covered in papers. “ she looked at him and set her things down.

“ okay I’ll admit, it’s a bit messy, but we know whether everything is” he leaned back. Just as he said that, Peña who wasn’t paying attention spoke up.

“I can’t find that file from yesterday” he sighed, giving (y/n) the perfect example.

“See!” She looked at Steve.

“Okay fine, we could organize...” he sighed.

I’m so sick of watching am three minutes pass as I go nowhere

After hours of cleaning the office was organized and they found things much easier, so much quicker and efficient. So much so that Javier could ask

“Okay now I need the First Medellin file” he said softly and it was quickly put on his desk.

“See that’s not bad...” (y/n) smiled softly and looked between them.

“But we just wasted so much time doing that” Steve said

“But we are going to save so much more now that it’s organized” she crossed her arms. She was right, organizing the office was the best decision they’d made all year, it helped get things done faster and cleared their minds.

And this is my reaction to everything I fear.

It was a small thing, to organize the office, but when Javier got home he decided to clean the apartment too, washing the bed sheets and making everything up after. Cooking a meal instead of ordering. Just have a day of cleaning up and doing normal people things, it made him sleep better already. The nightmares had calmed down and everything was fine. He was peaceful for a moment, a minute, a few seconds. And then there it was, the scream that made (y/n) drop everything and go to his apartment, he left the door unlocked so it was easy for her to get in and get to his bed side instantly.

“Javier!” She said grabbing his shoulders and shaking him awake. He was starting to sweat again, just as she grabbed him, her touch alone calmed down the terror of his mind, causing him to wake.

“(Y/n)...” he whispered tiredly as he looked at her, she was in a robe, her hair wrapped loosely in a towel.

“Hey buddy” she smiled softly, trying to comfort him in anyway. She didn’t know anything about him but she wanted to try her best to make him feel better, to make him feel weightless.

“What are you doing here...” he asked laying back. She pushed his hair out of his face and massaged his scalp softly as she spoke.

“You screamed and I came as soon as I could... I thought something happened” she answered and watched him, he was gorgeous here, with the moon light covering his glistening chest, highlighting his face and messy hair.

“I’m sorry- I- I didn’t mean too” he said as he sighed.

“It’s okay... I understand... I used to do the same thing after Mexico” she admitted. They barely knew a damn thing but they both felt comfortable with each other.

“How did you get it to stop...” he asked

“Well I did go to therapy but it never seemed to help, so I did what I did as a kid, I get something to read and read till I can’t keep my eyes open, it makes your mind think on the topics of the book rather then the other mess...” she whispered and pulled his covers back over him. He nodded and smiled “I could read to you tonight if you want...”

“You don’t have to do that”

“I don’t mind... get comfy I’ll find something...” she smiled and went to get a book. His eyes trailed her long legs as she walked out to get a book, why did he feel so open and comfortable with her, he just met her.

Cause I’ve been going crazy, I don’t wanna waste a minute here

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A.N : another mpreg story since someone ever .. ask me about taegi. i dont even know what it is since i wrote part of it mindlessly so i am sorry if this is not great T.T and beware of lame ending ((i really dont know how to end a story)) yeah, i hope you like it and haven't get sick of my mpreg stories ... enjoy~ (this from my draft)

another A.N : to everyone that has been sending a request to me.. pls be patient and bear w me im sorry T.T im working on it slowly since my clinical round has started and my brain has been clouded ..

TW : emeto, graphic description of vomiting, mpreg

Yoongi's fingers curl tightly on the white porcelain as he inhales a wave of nausea. He propped his head on his shaky hands as he brushes his bang back when his body pitches forward with quiet gurgles of his breakfast sliding from his mouth, morph into a brown thick mess on the sink. He inhales a quick breath before he burps more of his stomach content. He shuddered when he could taste the remnants of what he just ate, making his stomach twisted and bring a copious amount down to splatter on the sink. He took a glance at the watch on his right wrists through his glassy eyes. He sniffles. He still has 5 minutes until he needs to be back on the shoot. He quickly rinses his mouth and freshens his face, getting rid of whatever evidence in his face that might indicate he just gets sick as fast as he can. He swallows thickly another urge of vomit that still wants to come out—no, he can't be sick again. he needs to stop because the shoot is waiting.

Yoongi walks out from the bathroom and joining the other that seems like didn't notice when Yoongi disappears for a moment. He plopped himself beside his boyfriend, resting his head on the younger shoulders. He not gonna lie, this pregnancy makes him more clingy. Taehyung turns his head from his phone when he feels the weight on his shoulder, "Hyung?"

Yoongi hums before he tilts his head, "The shoot hasn't started again?"

"Nope, the director still searching for some props", Taehyung answers as he observes his boyfriend that keeps sniffling. " Why are you keep sniffling? Are you catching a cold? sick?"

Yoongi curses his nose that still runny after earlier, "No", he clears his throat in nervousness. He can't make Taehyung—and another member is worried about him being sick, or this shoot would be canceled, knowing Namjoon and Seokjin. Yeah, ever since they found out about his pregnancy, he feels like he's having 6 boyfriends. "My nose is just .. runny. That's it", Yoongi mustered a wide smile, hoping that it would convince the younger. Taehyung didn't eat that half-assed reason. He just gonna point it out but the director cut him off.

They stepped back to the shooting. This time they need to pose while drinking water as it's commercial for kitchen and house supplies. It takes Yoongi the second take of shoot when his throat clogged up, battling between drip of water that could get in or vomit that rushing up. He quickly clamped his mouth that immediately damped with what seems like water after he squelches. He mumbled a short "sorry" before running to the bathroom, again.

Taehyung that has been looking from the side scamper on his feet and followed behind. He managed to catch the older that just burst one of the stall doors and positioned himself hunching over the toilet just in time as water sprayed from his mouth, leaving him coughing after at how uncomfortable the sensation. Taehyung walk in and wrapped his arms around the older torso, keeping him from fall over, looking at how harsh the wave that erupted from Yoongi's body. Taehyung's free hand massaging Yoongi's nape as he retches another stream of clear liquid.

"Gosh hyung, you're only throwing up water", Taehyung murmured, " Have you even eat anything today?"

Yoongi pants and spits the acid saliva in his tongue before he nods, "I have but i already throw it up earlier". Yoongi's breath hitched when his stomach clenched again and gurgles a new round of water up. He shuddered when he could feel the bitter taste of bile slipping on his tongue. He stared blankly at the murky water below and catch a yellow pile there. Ah, he's already empty. But the baby inside of him seems like didn't know that since it keeps making him gagging, making his throat starts to burn as he didn't have anything left except for bile.

"I think you're already empty, sweetheart", Taehyung murmured, looking at his boyfriend that only gagging emptily. Yoongi huffs before he straightened his body and slumped against the wall. Taehyung flushed the toilet and squatted beside the older that now buried his head. If Taehyung is not mistaken, he could hear a sniffling, " Hey, are you crying? What's wrong?", Taehyung brushes his fingers to tucked the older hair and get him to lift his head but it got batted away. Yoongi shakes his head, trying to conceal his emotion but Taehyung's soft voices just make him sobs louder.

They stay like that in silence for few minutes until Yoongi calmed down. Taehyung knows better rather than pressing his boyfriend at times like that. "Do you want to get out from here? We can back to the dressing room or even go home?", Taehyung pleas. As much as he wants to stay with his boyfriend, he thinks that it will be much better if they properly sit down in a comfortable space, not in bathroom stalls. Yoongi sniffs, " My stomach still kinda queasy. What if i need to throw up again?", he mumbled as he rubs the bump that has already shown a bit, "I don't want to run here again. 'm tired, Tae"

"I can get you a trashcan or bag if you're gonna be sick?"

Yoongi pouted deeper, "No, it's gross because i can see—", he shut his eyes at the thought, it makes his stomach twist immediately. He belched emptily into his palm, " No, just. I can't. I don't want it. I rather stay here"

Taehyung sighs, "Then what do you want, hyung? We can't stay here forever"

"Do you think we can go home early?", Yoongi pouts, " I mean, maybe i can finish my shoot and then we go home? You're finished with yours, right?"

Taehyung nods, "Okay, I will try to ask to Namjoon-hyung first", he stands up and stretches his arm for Yoongi to stand up too. " Now let's finish your shoot, hyung"

—

They end up going home early since Namjoon didn't give any fights about it—even encouraged it when he locked eyes with Yoongi that already gone pale. Taehyung tossed his keys and coat on the couch before he walks back to where his boyfriend run when they arrived. Bathroom.

"Our little bean here really giving you a hard time, huh?", Taehyung murmured as he found himself rubbing Yoongi's back as the older retches his food to the bowl, again. Yoongi didn't give it a response, too busy to control his stomach that twisting and worked hard to expel crackers he managed to nibbles earlier.

This round finishes rather quickly, but still sucked out the whole energy out of Yoongi's body. "Tae, i really don't want this, I'm tired and my back hurts for always hunching over to throw up. I feel gross and my stomach hurts too", Yoongi rants as he flushed the toilet and wipes his runny nose. It starts to hurt, maybe leaving faint red marks. Taehyung smiles fondly, guilt starts creeping inside him—he wishes he could do more rather than rubbing and comforting his boyfriend when he's sick.

"I'm sorry baby, you're so strong to endure all of this. Just a few months more", Taehyung brushes the older hair that sticks on his forehead, "Hyung, you got some of it on your hair, do you want to take a bath first?"

Yoongi nods, "Yeah, I think I will. I feel hot and gross all over"

Taehyung stands up and turns the warm water on their tub, "Do you want something for me to prepare?"

"Milkshake", Yoongi mumbled softly, almost like a whisper. " What? Come again hyung, i didn't hear you"

"I want a milkshake ..."

Taehyung bites his inner cheeks as he tried so hard to not coos as his boyfriend that fiddle with his sweater and pouting so hard, "Is your craving season already starts, hyung?"

"Go away", Yoongi whines, but he can't help the faint blush on his cheeks that getting redder as Taehyung finally breaks in a laugh. His eyes widened when a soft kiss land on his lips, " No need to pout so hard hyung, milkshake it is"

"Anything else?"

Something flashes in his mind but Yoongi decided to hold back for later or Taehyung will tease him more, "No, that's it. Now shoooo, you have a milkshake to get", Yoongi pushed the younger out of the bathroom and laughs when he heard his grunts from the outside.

"Hyung, what flavor do you want?", Taehyung shouts from the outside.

"Vanilla!", Yoongi shouts back. He stifles a laugh again when he heard Taehyung yelps as someone seems to scold him, " Jin-hyung! i shout because Yoongi-hyung is inside!!", he heard the younger whine.

"Okay hyung, i will go now—Jin-hyung stops hitting me! yes i am going now!!"

Yoongi now goes on full laughing as he relaxed under the warm water.

Yeah, with Taehyung and the rest of the members, he thinks he could get used to all of this.

#bts sickfic #bts emeto #tw emeto #tw vomit #sick!yoongi #caretaker!taehyung #and again another mpreg fic

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Teachers Pet-chapter 33: Remus

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Chapter 32

I had been letting myself sleep in as long as possible not only for the rest, but to help pass the time. I usually woke up around ten sometimes eleven depending on how late I had stayed up, but today my brain had other plans. I wake awake bright and early at five o'clock. I had only just gone to bed four hours ago so I figured I would be sleeping till noon, but unfortunately I was woken up by a dream. Most would call it a dream, but I called it a nightmare. 

Because it was  a dream about me being married with kids, except I was married to Severus, not that I hate the idea, I just didn't need to be reminded of how that's never gonna happen. And of course my body loves to do this thing where once I'm awake, I can't go back to sleep. So I decided to just get up now and start my day early. I took my time showering, I even did a hair and a face mask, shaved, and styled my hair without magic, just to pass the time. I took my time figuring out what to wear and I even did eye shadow with my makeup. I brushed out my shirt adding a belt to my waist and looked out the window. The sun had started to rise and peak over the forest line. I looked at the clock and dropped my shoulders when I saw it was only six. "You have got to be kidding me, no way I did all of that in an hour." I said to myself. I was glad all my roommates went home for break, this allowed me some freedom to talk to myself and walk around in my underwear. I grabbed my coat, wand, and Lolita and headed out to walk around. I didn't really have a plan on where I was going to go, but i'd figure it out as I went.

I exited my dormitory and walked into the common room, I hadn't seen many Slytherins that stayed but every now and then we would cross paths in here. I walked out and down the hall not seeing anyone in the halls. It was kind of eerie being awake while the sun was just starting to rise, the school was so empty and quiet. I looked out a window as I passed by and saw the sunrise glistening over the lake, light hitting the water and the surrounding snow. I smiled at the sight and made my way outside. The snow crunched under my boots as I walked over to a bench that sat along the pathway. I sat down on it looking at the lake that was sparkling from the sun's reflection. A cloud of air could be seen every time I breathed out and I could feel my nose getting red. I really loved when it was cold out and there was snow on the ground, I wouldn't have come out here if it was snowing though that would mean it was too cold to come and read. And I could feel the warmth of the sun slowly stretching across my face and hands, spreading warmth on my cheeks. It was so beautiful I couldn't believe I went to school here. I barely even thought of Beauxbatons anymore. I smiled and opened up my book, unfolding the corner as I began to read.

About thirty minutes later I lifted my head from the book, hearing a noise, I looked to my left and saw the noise was the crunching of the snow under the new professor's feet. "Hello." I said smiling as he walked over, hands in his pockets, "Hello Y/n what are you doing out here this early?" he smiled looking out at the lake. "I woke up early and couldn't go back to sleep so I came out here to read." I said scooching over so he could sit next to me. He smiled and sat down on the bench. "What about you?" I asked as I looked back to my book. "Oh just an early morning walk. I also could not sleep." I nodded and folded the corner of my page closing my book, "What are you reading?" he asked motioning to my book, I felt my cheeks redden a bit and looked at him and then back at my book. "Um this book called Lolita." I said smiling awkwardly. He hummed in response nodding his head with a smile. "Have you read it?" I asked, nervous of his response, I don't know why I was freaking out I mean there are so many books Im sure no one has actually read this, and even if they have its not like I support every decision made in it, but it is a bit awkward.  "No, I've just heard  of it." he smiled. We sat for a moment in silence, "So I hear you're a werewolf." I said chuckling lightly at the silly statement I made. He tensed up and bit and looked down at me, "And what leads you to think that." he asked in a bit more of a serious tone, but with a small smile. "Oh nothing just rumours, i'm only teasing." I said playfully, resting a hand on his arm in reassurance, he laughed along shifting in his spot. "Unless you are one, if that's the case then you are indeed way cooler than the last teacher." I joked, he reddened in the face a bit and smiled, "I can assure you I do not grow a tail." he assured me, laughing along. We sat and got to know each other more, he was a really sweet man and I could easily see myself being friends with him. We oddly had a lot in common too, we liked the same artists and movies, he even mentioned how he himself was not too potion savvy. We joked about many failed experiences in the subject.

"So If you went to school here, does that mean you went here with Severus? I mean Professor Snape." I said, shaking my head correcting myself. He sat up straight for a moment and looked out at the lake, he sighed and nodded his head. "Yes I did actually, we were in the same grade." he said, his face softening and his smile slowly fading a bit. I noticed the change in posture and tone and looked at him confused.  "Well what was he like? Was he mean like he is now? Did he bully you?" I asked trying to figure out why his energy shifted. He took a moment and cleared his throat. "No, not exactly." I kept my gaze on him, examining his facial expressions. "Did you guys fight or something?" I pried. "Yes you could say that, I had a group of friends, and two of us Sirius and James liked to pick on him often, I would try to convince them to leave Severus alone, but they'd never listen." he said leaning over and resting his elbow on his knees. Taken aback I looked away from him and to the lake. "That's horrible, what would they do to him?" I asked curiously. He took a moment pondering on what to say, "They would pick on him for being in Slytherin and would call him names and such." he confessed. I frowned and looked down at my hands. "Oh." I said quietly. "But Severus was a loner and he wasn't perfect either, but it's really not my place. James never really gave him a chance though, he bullied him from the start and would do it for fun and out of boredom sometimes." he added. I nodded and looked around at the snowy landscape thinking about it.

This would make a lot of sense as to why Severus was so cruel, he clearly had a hard life. It hurt my heart to think about him just trying to go about his day and some obnoxious boys decide to hurt him. I could almost cry at the thought and blinked hard to try and erase the thoughts from my mind. "But what did Snape ever do to them?" I asked, already predicting the answer. "Nothing. He was just a wallflower, associated himself with the dark arts and the wrong people and James saw him as an easy target." he admitted looking down at his feet. "Did they ever apologize? Or befriend him?" I also already knew this answer, "No, James died and Sirius was locked up." he said sadly, I rested a hand on his leg and smiled, "I'm sorry, even though they were bullies, I'm sure they were good friends of yours." I said kindly, "Thank you, they were, but i'm not sure if they would have even attempted to make amends, nor do I think Severus would have any interest in doing so either."  he said honestly, "Is Sirius still in Azkaban?" I asked, hoping I wasn't overstepping, I noticed a shift in his eyes when I mentioned the man's name. "No he got out a few years ago and is living in London." he said smiling. I could see a look in his eyes, I searched the blue spheres and tried to identify the look, "Does he have a family?" I asked trying to talk about him more, "No not really. I'm kind of all he's got left." his eyes flashed with a bit of sadness but stayed sparkling on the thought of the man, I smiled to myself when I realized why I recognized the look in his eyes. It was because it was the very same look I had when thinking about Severus. I didn't say anything because I didn't want to make him uncomfortable so I just nodded in response.

I looked at his hand and noticed he didn't have a ring on his finger and looked up at him trying to figure out why he wasn't married. He was so nice and funny and handsome something didn't add up. "Why aren't you married? I mean a handsome man such as yourself you would think would have a partner and kids and stuff." I questioned cautiously, trying not to overstep. He laughed and blushed a bit, sitting up and leaning back on the bench, "I'm not sure, I just haven't met the right person I suppose." I nodded in agreement and just then I spotted a few students walking around inside. "I guess everyone's waking up, breakfast will start soon, wanna walk with me?" I asked politely, standing up and grabbing my book. He nodded and stood up as well, following beside me as we walked back inside the warm building and headed to the great hall. "So why are you here now? Why didn't you come when everyone else comes back from break?" I asked as we walked through the halls. "I guess I just wanted to get my room in order and hang out a bit in the school, it's a very nostalgic feeling, being back." he shared as we walked into the Great hall. We stopped at the staff table to finish up our conversation, I looked up behind him and noticed a dark professor glaring down at us, I furrowed my brows slightly, wondering why he would be so upset about this, but then I remembered what Remus had said, and although Remus maybe didn't participate he was still a bystander, and i'm sure Severus still held that against him, I smiled a little to myself thinking about how I could use this to my advantage. "Okay well I will catch you later at the firework show, it was lovely getting to know you and talk." I said smiling up at Remus, I kindly rested a hand on his arm and looked over to the now tense and fuming Severus, I could practically almost see the steam coming off of him, to anyone else he would look normal, but I could see it in his eyes, and his place fist he had clenched. I didn't understand why he was getting so angry with me fraternizing with Remus, he said so himself he didn't care about me that way.

When I looked back at Remus as he said his goodbye I could have sworn I felt a tug in my mind, a very familiar tug, like someone trying to pry their way in. Remus walked away and up to his seat, which was thankfully far from Severus, and I shot Snape a glare, I knew he was the only one that would be remotely interested in my thoughts and the look in his eyes only confirmed my suspicions. Two can play at this game I thought to myself as I slowly went and sat down where Luna and I had sat yesterday. I wasn't as good as him obviously and had just barely learned how to read thoughts without my wand. But I stared him down trying to get into his mind, it wasn't about reading his thoughts, it was more about making him aware he got sloppy and wasn't undetected in his attempt to read mine, I just needed to ensure he felt it. Which he confirmed when his eyes went from anger to hostility and then back to anger. I stopped my attempts and he glowered at me, I smiled and waved sarcastically and turned to the blonde girl that approached me and sat down. "Having a staring contest with Professor Snape or something?" she said, teasing me a bit. "What? No. I was just waving to the new teacher, I haven't got a clue why Snapes glaring over at me." I lied, which I felt bad doing, but Hermione and Draco were the only ones that knew of my feelings for Snape and I planned on keeping it that way.

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[worldwidemochiguy]

expectation ≠ reality (18+)

When you first met Jungkook, he was so kind, with wide eyes and a sweet smile, but soon enough he dragged you into a tumultuous marriage where you were barely allowed to draw breath on your own. But, when you meet Taehyung, the cute delivery boy with blond hair and a penchant for flirting, you start to wonder if you’ve found your second chance.

Masterlist

Warnings: Yandere behaviour, possessive behaviour, slight dub-con, graphic penetrative sex, DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE A MINOR pls im not tryna get arrested or anything

Word Count: 4K 

a/n: thanks to @gucieguciekook​ for requesting !! hope u enjoy lol <3

Expectation ≠ Reality

You have had enough.

From the moment you agreed to marry him, Jungkook had been getting steadily worse and worse. He had always been possessive to a fault, but you mistakenly saw it as a sign he truly cared and treasured you. You cooed over his obsession with littering hickeys all over your neck, blushed when he called you ‘Mine. Only mine.’ When he asked you to move in way too quickly, you thought it was a sign he was committed to your relationship.

How wrong you were.

Not that he isn’t committed, of course. God, if there was ever a word to describe Jeon Jungkook, it was committed. He is obsessed with you. He slowly started cutting you off from the outside world, persuading you to stay in when your friends invited you out, and convincing you they were terrible people when they inevitably stopped interacting with you. You had cut out everyone else in your life because of him. 

Your parents:

babe, they don’t approve of our relationship because they don’t want you to be happy with your own life, they want to control you and treat you like a kid. you don’t need them anyway, you have me. 

Your coworkers:

i called in sick for you today, babe. you don’t need to go there anymore, i have more than enough money for the both of us. 

Even your pet:

your cat? oh, i’m sorry baby, she got hit by a car. no, don’t cry, baby, now you can give all of your attention to me instead of that rancid furball. 

Jungkook had isolated you and exhausted you to the point where you agreed to marry him, convinced it could not make your life any worse. 

Again, you were wrong. 

With his ring on now your finger, Jungkook is even more assured of his ownership of you. You are no longer allowed to cook or go into the garden, both deemed as dangerous activities where you could somehow be harmed by a vegetable peeler, or maybe grass cuttings. You have no access to the internet, and the only books you are permitted to read are simple, dull books with no plot or dusty old historical text books, obviously the only things Jungkook is certain wouldn’t give you ‘silly ideas to confuse your pretty little head.’ 

~~~~

“Jungkook,” You murmur, voice muffled as he presses your face into the pillow.

“Yeah, baby, say my name just like that.” He grunts, attempting to tug off your skirt with one hand while the other is fisted in your hair. You roll your eyes and shift your weight so he can take it off properly. After he had separately ripped all your pants at some point in his haste to take them off you, you had realised it was simply easier to wear something less finicky.

As soon your lower half is bared for him, he starts running his large palms greedily over your skin, for his own benefit rather than yours.

“Fuck, look at you.” He mutters, before digging a thumb into a bruise he had left on your ass. You yelp and he chuckles lowly behind you. Just as you expect, he presses firmly on the bruise and you clench your teeth, burying your nails in your palms and refusing to make a noise. He waits for a second, but you remain stubbornly silent. 

“Huh,” he says, “I guess baby’s pain threshold has risen a bit, yeah?” He strokes a possessive hand between your shoulder blades and you repress a shiver, before he loops his arm around you and lifts you onto your hands and knees.

“I guess I’ll just have to fuck you harder then.” He resolves, before shoving himself into you roughly.

Jungkook is not small, putting it lightly, though you hate to afford any kind of praise to that bastard. He is long, and thick, and you really hadn’t been very turned on at all, just letting him do what he wanted so that he’d leave you alone, so you don’t blame yourself too much when a scream bursts out of your lips. You can barely hear his smug laugh behind you over the burning sensation in your core. He doesn’t give you any time at all to adjust, roughly pumping himself in and out as you try to hold in your whimpers.

“So fucking tight, baby.” He grunts in your ear, punctuating his words with harsh slaps against your thigh, “You sure you can handle my cock?” This is his offer: Admit that I’m hurting you, admit that you’re weak and at my mercy, and I’ll stop. That’s all you have to do.

You clench your teeth and press your face into the pillow again.

He sighs behind you, though you can tell he’s quietly pleased, before pulling out of you and walking away. Him yanking out and leaving you roughly stretched and exposed to the cold air is almost as painful as when he shoved into you in the first place, and when he returns you resent yourself for feeling the slightest hint of relief. 

He is carrying a bottle of lube, normally used for when he decides he wants to fuck your ass instead. You tense up, preparing to swallow your pride and beg him not to — it’s been a while and you’re not sure you can take the pain — but he senses your fear and smirks.

“Don’t worry baby, I’m just gonna make it a bit easier for you.” As he speaks, he’s slicking up his cock and soon enough he’s getting back up on his knees and taking ahold of your hips, pushing himself in slightly gentler this time. 

The coolness of the gel soothes — but doesn’t eradicate — the burn and Jungkook has started to move in long, rolling strokes inside you that are almost pleasant. 

“See, baby?” Jungkook coos as his hands move around to stroke your stomach, “I don’t want to hurt you, you have to know that. I hate hurting you, but you never tell me to stop. You have to know your limits, baby girl. You’re just not strong enough.”

His words — though patronising, and awful, and the kind of thing that make you want to whack him in the neck with one of those massive historical tomes he provides you — are spoken in that soft, Jungkook tone that he used to make you fall in love with him. It reminds you of those days when he was just Kookie, your cute study partner with a bunny smile and a pretty singing voice and broad muscly shoulders that flushed along with the rest of his body when you complimented him.

The Jungkook that you know him as now — the one swiftly bringing you to a reluctant and resentful orgasm — is the opposite of soft. He is rough and impulsive and controlling and you honestly fear what would happen if you tried to ask him for a divorce. He wouldn’t let you go, probably. He’d just laugh at you, and then shove you down and fuck you to make you remember who you really belonged to, like he is doing now.

You try to contain your pants as Jungkook starts a series of staccato thrusts. You are sure Jungkook would hear you, even over the obscene sound of his hips slapping into the back of your thighs, and would be obnoxiously proud about it for the next month. He would already be smug enough having made you come, which you have given up trying to stave off because Jungkook — damn him — is really good at fucking you until you can’t remember your own name. 

He reaches around to pinch your clit harshly and you decide that now is as good a time as any to give up your last remaining vestiges of pride. You come with a piercing whine, clenching around him rhythmically until his hips stutter and you feel the unpleasant sensation of warmth spilling into you. He doesn’t stop, pumping every last drop into you and then dropping on top of you, pinning your body to the mattress. 

After a while he rearranges himself so that he is spooning you, arms wrapped stiflingly tight around your waist, and his now-flaccid cock still tucked inside you. You grimace. Jungkook had always fallen fast asleep after sex, but now you are wide awake, hyperaware as he snores behind you. You don’t know what you’ve become. You hate him. But sometimes he says things that make you wish he wasn’t a monster, that make you wish he was the boy with soft smiles and expressive eyes that you had fallen in love with. You live for the resurgences of that humanity, because it is the only thing you have to look forward to, apart from the eventual day when Jungkook finally snaps and kills you.

~~~~

“Jungkook,” you say over breakfast, and he looks up with his cheeks full of pancake.

“Yes, my angel?” He asks, eyes twinkling — he loves when you say his name — and your breath catches, and for a second everything is perfect and you are having breakfast across from a boy who loves you more than anything. And then you see the annoyed glint in his eye — you hadn’t immediately answered his question — and you come crashing back to bitter reality. 

“I-” You start, then stop, unsure of how to phrase the question into a compliment, that way Jungkook is more likely to give you what you want.

“Say what you want to say, baby. You know how I hate to be kept waiting…” He gives you a shark’s smile. 

“I… I really loved all the books you gave me.” You tell him, making sure your voice is exactly the correct tone of gushing admiration.

“Really?” He replies, a pleased expression on his face as he strokes your hair back gently.

“Yes, and I- I was wondering if maybe… I could have some more?” 

His hand drifts down to rest at the hollow of your throat. It curls slightly.

“N-not that I’m not grateful-” You stammer, “B-But… I liked them all so much I read them too quickly, and now I have nothing else to do with you’re gone.” You end the statement with a playful pout, and you feel your self-loathing level up a notch. 

“Baby, you have to remember to take your time with things like that.” Jungkook grinned, standing up and getting his briefcase. You move to the door where you are supposed to administer a farewell kiss before he goes to work, just like always. 

He smiles, satisfied, before looking sideways slightly so you can get up on your tiptoes to kiss his cheek. He reaches around to squeeze your ass quickly, smirking when you squeak in shock.

“Don’t be greedy baby, take what you’re given.” He tosses a ‘Love you!’ over his shoulder as he goes, and when you call it back the words taste sour on your tongue. You wonder if you had ever uttered those words sincerely. 

~~~~

You had been thinking Jungkook had forgotten about your request for books, so when the doorbell rings at six o clock and you answer it to see a cute delivery boy with a bundle of books tucked under his arm, you are surprised to say the least. 

“D-Delivery for Jeon Jungkook?” He stutters, and you had been expecting him to have a slightly high, nervous voice so the deep, thick drawl shocks you in more ways than one. You can feel yourself melt just looking at him. His eyes are so… innocent, just like Jungkook’s when you first saw him. His nose cutely scrunches as his blond hair — longer than Jungkook’s — falls in soft clumps over his eyes. He huffs a lopsided breath and the light strands flutter about momentarily, before settling back just where they were. You think you’ve fallen in love.

You realise you’ve been staring at him this entire time, but to be fair, he has been staring right back, and you feel yourself become flustered.

“Uh, yeah, that’s me. That’s my package.”

“Sorry ma’am,” He starts in his honey voice, before grinning. He seems to gain confidence due to your flustered state. “-but this package is addressed to a Mr Jeon Jungkook, and you certainly don’t look like a ‘Mr’.” He mutters as his eyes drag up and down your form. You are only in your nightie — Jungkook always likes it when you wear pretty, flimsy things — and this stranger’s gaze is making you blush in a way you know Jungkook wouldn’t be happy about.

“Yeah, that’s… uh, that’s my husband. Jeon Jungkook.”

“Your husband, huh?” The delivery boy does not seem put off by the mention of a husband, in fact, he seems almost spurred on by it. “And where is Mr Jeon Jungkook right now?”

“He’s working late. He would normally be back by now but he called and said he’s spending the night at the office.”

“Working late, huh?” The delivery boy repeats in that cocky drawl, and oddly enough, it reminds you of Jungkook. “You know, if I had a wife like you waiting for me to come home, I don’t know if I’d even make it out of bed long enough to go to work in the morning, let alone stay there overnight.” 

Your eyes widen as your cheeks darken, and his open, bright laughter is the nicest thing you’ve heard in months.

“What happened to the nervous delivery boy?” You spluttered indignantly, and his laughing slowed down, though his eyes were still twinkling. Just like Jungkook’s used to do.

“He relaxed when he realised you were just as affected by him as he was by you.”

“Who says I’m affected by you?” You ask boldly, and then immediately retreat a step when he moves towards you. 

“You’re giving yourself away, sweetheart.” He smirks, before advancing another step into your home. “You know… empty house… husband at work… it seems a waste not to use this opportunity.” He waggles his eyebrows at you, and you scoff, forcing him back with both hands until he is outside the door again. He lets you push him with a brow raised lazily.

“That sounded like a line from a bad porno, and I’m pretty sure Jungkook would literally kill me if he found out.” You fake a laugh, covering up your very real and valid fear that Jungkook would actually kill you.

“Jungkook’s the possessive type, huh?” 

Yes, you scream internally.

“Well, I’m pretty sure no husband would like delivery boys sleeping with their wives.”

“What about delivery boys visiting their wives during the day?”

You pause, hands floating in midair, about to take the parcel out of the delivery boy’s hands.

“Huh?”

“I could come around in the day while your husband’s at work-” He sped up when you raised your brows, “-not to do anything, or at least, anything that you’re uncomfortable with, but just to talk. I can tell you’re lonely.” You scoff and roll your eyes, ignoring the fact that he’s absolutely correct. You turn back to him, ready to decline his offer, when you see his puppy eyes. Your resolve crumbles.

“I don’t know,” You had no way of telling what punishments Jungkook would submit you to if he found out. He didn’t even let you talk to your parents, so you could hardly imagine he’d be pleased with you chatting to young, attractive men while alone at your house.

“Come on!” The delivery boy wheedled. “He’d never know. He’s practically asking for it, he leaves you alone day after day, all you have for company are these stupid books!” A dismissive gesture to the collection of Austen, Dickens and Shakespeare you are carrying. “Aren’t you bored? Don’t you want a little excitement?”

You tiredly fumble around for an excuse.

“I don’t even know your name.”

“My name’s Taehyung.” He introduces himself promptly. “I’d like to visit you tomorrow at lunch time, if that’s alright.”

“You sure you don’t have a delivery then?” You ask hopefully.

“I don’t.”

You release a weary sigh.

“You’re going to come no matter what I say, aren’t you?” He responds with a blinding grin.

“I love that we’re learning things about each other! You can already anticipate my actions,” He starts listing off ‘facts’ on his fingers, “you know my name, I know you’re trapped in an unsatisfying marriage-”

“I’ll see you tomorrow Taehyung.” You shut the door firmly, cutting him off.

You hear a muffled ‘can’t wait!’ from the other side of the door and if you happen to blush and giggle like a lovesick schoolgirl it doesn’t matter because no one else is there and therefore it cannot be proved.

~~~~

Taehyung starts paying you regular visits. He keeps up his job obligations even when he’s off the clock, bringing you food that Jungkook wouldn’t let you eat, newspapers since Jungkook doesn’t let you know what was going on in the outside world, and even snapshots of his day. 

Taehyung is an aspiring photographer. He has a small apartment outside of the city and an obsession with strawberries and a dog called Yeontan. He has a life, a life that you are desperately beginning to yearn for. Taehyung tells you once that he wishes he could take a photo of you outside, because he knows this perfect spot — a field full of wildflowers and sunshine that would compliment your beauty perfectly — and you burst into tears. 

You tell him, as he rocks you gently in his arms, that you are trapped by Jungkook. That you hate your husband more than anything. That you can’t remember the last time you felt the sun on your skin. And so, quietly, carefully, the two of you begin to plot.

It is not as simple as calling the police. Jungkook has enough money that there is no crime he cannot buy his way out of, no officer he cannot bribe into submission. No, you have to disappear completely. You begin passing along your possessions to Taehyung so he can take them back to his place, gradually, so that Jungkook doesn’t notice you are withdrawing from his life one pair of shoes at a time. 

You daren’t risk taking any money of Jungkook, but Taehyung tells you it isn’t a problem, which is slightly strange since you know Taehyung must have quit his delivery boy job so that he could see you every day, and surely he could do with some extra cash. You tell yourself it’s sweet that he doesn’t care about material things, he just cares about you.

“What are these?” Jungkook asks one morning, when he is greeted not with eggs sunny side up and a kiss, but a stack of papers.

“A divorce contract.” You tell him, trying to ignore the waver in your voice. He only raises an eyebrow at you, and you blanch.

You had been expecting yelling, threats, maybe even violence. Taehyung had begged you to just leave without a trace, and abandon Jungkook to his own horrid life of loneliness, but you just can’t do that, even if it is the safer option. There is still a small, pathetic part of you that clings to the idea of Kookie, the boy with wire-rimmed glasses and carefree smiles who always accepted your help with questions he couldn’t answer. Even though you know that side of him is now long-dead, if it ever even existed in the first place.

However, Jungkook is currently subverting all of your expectations. He sits there calmly, leafing through the papers.

“These don’t make any sense.” He remarks. You attempt to snatch them back, but he holds them out of your reach.

“Yes, well, I wasn’t really expecting you to read them.” You reply, embarrassed. The fake contract had been your idea, a way of telling Jungkook you wanted a divorce without actually saying the words. Of course, you had expected him to fling them into the fire, or something equally as dramatic, not read through them carefully and snort at all the typos. 

“I understand.” He declares eventually. “You want my attention, so you’re pretending that you want to leave me. Very funny, baby.”

“That’s not true!” You burst out, cheeks burning. “I am leaving you, divorce contract or not.” 

“Hush, baby, you know I don’t like it when you lie.” Jungkook purrs, his eyes burning dangerously.

“I don’t care what you like anymore, Jungkook.” You respond, suddenly furious, “I’ve spent so many years as your wife, being terrified by you, being controlled and miserable. Now I’ve got Taehyung, and I’m finally happy! I love him, Jungkook, not you. I’m leaving.” 

You turn away and storm to the door, but hesitate when you hear Jungkook chuckle.

“If you think you are liberating yourself by going to Kim Taehyung… you are wrong, baby.” 

“H-How do you know his family name?” You ask, fear starting to invade your mind.

“I know a lot of things about Mr Kim,” Jungkook spits, and his anger starts to bleed through. “He is not who you think he is, baby. Are you sure you want to go?” His patronising tone is the last straw for you. 

“I’d rather die than stay here with you.”

“Who knows, baby, Mr Kim might just fulfil your wish.” You blanch again, hesitating with your hand on the lock, a breath away from freedom.

“Y-You’re just trying to scare me.” You stutter, and you hear him sigh behind you.

“No, baby, I’m trying to warn you, but you insist on being so, so dumb. I don’t like to see you hurt, remember? But, if this will teach you a lesson about how lucky you are to have me, I guess I’ll have to let you go. Just remember, baby, when you’re with him and it’s not all you expect it to be, I will be coming for you.” As he speaks, he rises from his seat and moves across the room until he is right behind you, his breath ghosting on the back of your neck as you stubbornly refuse to turn, hand still poised on the latch.

“I’m not coming back.” You whisper, and you feel a huff of laughter against your neck.

“No, baby, I’ll rescue you, and take you back. I promise, you’ll be counting the days until you’re in my arms again.”

~~~~

Jungkook watches from the window as your harried form disappears into the distance. Cursing softly to himself, he turns on his phone and pulls up a number he is loathe to possess. 

“So, she left you, huh?” A cocky voice drawls across the line.

“Shut it, Kim.” Jungkook snaps, “She’s still my wife, she still belongs to me.”

“Oh? You didn’t sign the divorce papers?”

“Yes, very funny by the way, Kim. ‘I hereby announce that Kim Taehyung has been our mother’s favourite from the moment of his conception.’ You should’ve become a comic instead of a criminal.” Jungkook reads a line from the fake files. 

“Well, I could say the same to you, baby brother, allowing your wife to leave you like this. It’s the funniest thing I’ve heard in years.”

“Half-brother.” Jungkook growls. “And she hasn’t left me.”

“The tracker I planted on her begs to differ.”

“She’s just…” Jungkook huffs, “Confused.”

“No, she’s just got good taste, obviously.”

“You really are pathetic, stealing your little brother’s toys like this, hyung.” Jungkook taunts. “Soon, very soon, I’m going to come and get her back. I better not find her too broken when I get there.” 

Jungkook hangs up, mutters a curse under his breath, and then starts planning the inevitable gang war he’s going to have to embroil himself in because his wife can’t keep her damn legs closed.

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[ficsnroses]

Irreplaceable  - Keanu Reeves x Reader

Summary : You find yourself in bed with your ex, Keanu, which resurfaces old feelings.

Prompt : “We’re not just friends and you fucking know it.” requested by anon.

Warnings : nsfw, smut. unprotected sex. angst. fluff.

Word Count : 2k. 🤡 im not even calling them drabbles anymore lmao, feedback and comments are so so so appreciated! This is prompt fic #24. Enjoy:)

also we’re going to ignore the fact that as I was editing this I realized this is basically a softer and sweeter version of my last fic and we’re not gonna @ me because I was half way through editing and didn’t wanna edit a different fic :))) im just a tired uni student tryna write sometimes pls be kind ily

His fingers rub feverish circles to your sensitive clit, exasperated groans and breathy moans fallen suit off your pleasure drunk lips. Keanu hovers over your bare body, throbbed cock swollen to a rosy hued tip, gliding effortlessly in and out your soaking wet folds. Proving imperative, his thrusts hit deep, profound, pounding severely through stifled breaths and skin sticking together through thin layer of damp. Whimpers and soft moans flee through tender breaths, encapsulated by his full lips on yours; breasts bouncing relentlessly to his demanding pace as he hovers above; your fingers clawing mauve marks bedecked into his toned biceps.

Keanu knows how to work you; how to treat you so well. Tonight, he’d invited you to his home in desperate need of relief, long composed history between you both had established ground for meetings such as today. “I need you tonight.” He rasped over the broken telephone line. “Please.”

Each time he calls, each time you return, his words crawl up the deep howls of your mind, your throat swallowing dryly as your heart yearns for another meeting. His hair ruffles in espresso hued fluffs tonight, falling ragged in his clenched eyes, complimented beautifully by the rasp of his tender sighs when he moans to the feel of you,

so warm. So snug for him. You wonder if he’d been running his hands through it as he awaited your arrival, if he’d bit his lip with the curve of his sharp jaw clenched; if he absentmindedly fiddled with the base of his sturdy ring finger as he did in deep thought. You remember more of him than you’d care to admit; than you’d want to admit.

Long ago, Keanu and you almost made it. Almost pledged to the bond that held you together; almost made it to the brink of promise. But it wasn’t meant to be. No matter how hard you and Keanu tried, you weren’t meant to be. The agonizing dissolve of your love was hard. The sky never worked in your favour, the fairy-tale ending never chanced.

The weight of his body holds you down, held close in his arms as he pumps into your inviting sanctuary fiercely, holding so dearly. His hot breath kisses the skin of your neck and you feel a wave of warm, moaning, leisurely whining, whimpering, and whimpering-

“Don’t stop, please,”

“I’m close, Y/N.” He chokes through a tensed jaw and gritted teeth. His erection is stiff, splitting your tight cunt inch by inch as his veiny bulk pounds, friction excruciatingly blissful with your sex starved bodies moulding together so naturally; fluently.

On evenings like this, Keanu and you would be reminded of what could have been. Find comfort within each other, release the months of built up crave that would reside deep, condensed within your dreary longed hearts that yearned for each other, still.

Keanu and you died a long time ago; but the love didn’t. You still loved him, and he still loved you. Unspoken, yet holding of pure truth. White lies, deep-rooted in a smokescreen only sufficed so long. Pledges of being “just friends” were far from the truth. Despite how long, how far and how often you’d both recited the prayer off your lovesick tongues; Keanu and you were not just friends. You couldn’t be.

You could never be.

“Cum for me sweetheart, together.” Keanu moans through broken exhales, chasing his high, yet desperate to bring you to the strongest of releases. He dwelled, thrived off making you feel good. He’d called you here tonight because he needed you, needed your body to feel something. Nonetheless, that didn’t mean he didn’t fully intend of making you see the heavens on earth.

He was always an amazing lover.

Amazing at far too much to not fall so deep for him.

Searing tears threaten in the corners of your dismissive orbs, wailing, yelping as his cock relishes, grinding inside your tight, pulsating pussy, creamy releases coated slick to your thighs as he thrusts. The thuds of his skin slapping yours enfold the room, his sizable length rams into your cunt, balls smacking relentlessly as if mould just for you to delight. With his lips placing a soft kiss to yours, he whispers shakily, your orgasm bubbling boils inside the pit of your mid.

“I’m so close, Ke. Please don’t stop.” You sob, fingers clenched into his rosily flushed shoulder blades. “Please don’t…fuck!” You gasp when he rocks, rotating his hips to hit that sensitive plush of nerves inside your velvety walls, encouraging praises and whispers into your ears.

“Come on sweetheart, let go for me.” Within seconds, Keanu spills his succulent load deep, deep inside you as you release, riding cloud nine of your high into oblivion as he works you through your orgasm. Through heavy palms holding your hips close and his tongue lapping, gently sucking your sensitive nipples, Keanu kisses you sweetly, hands gently kneading the soft of your breasts in a soothing marvel, leaving peppered kisses to your neck, your collarbone, your cheeks.

The love was still there. Plain to see. The love had never left; only now, years later, it suffocated you. Killed you when he’d make love to you like this. Destroyed you when he’d hold you so close, reminding you of how you couldn’t be.

Is it easier for him? You wonder.

You ponder.

Cock still sheathed deep inside, Keanu’s chest rumbles a deep baritone, palm of his stocky hand shifting to cup your cheek. “Feel good?” He asks, a final kiss to your forehead as he slips out, landing firm on the bed, your frail, weakened body pulled securely into his chest. In a delicate wrap of arms, he holds you close, your head rested to his broad as you stare, and stare, and stare daggers to the crème ceiling above.

It must be easier for him. You ponder.

You guess.

But it wasn’t easy for you. None of this was easy.

None of this would suffice much longer.

Keanu’s hand stations on your skin, chest heaving up and down softly as you live out your highs, returning to reality. During these meetings, these encounters where you’d steal a few hours away together, the world seemed to melt into oblivion. As if you’d held his hand as he took you to another dimension, soared the stars, drifted away for a sweet while together. These moments with him held a safe harbour away from reality. Away from the cold, harsh reality.

This embrace, this hold, this affection. It held the same sincerity from all those years past, the light pad of his fingers soothing over your skin delves goosebumps peppering over your silky skin.

Bare, naked in his arms, you’d never felt this vulnerable before. And you never thought you would; especially with the man that surprisingly made you feel safest.

Warm, wet.

The familiar, distinct saltiness of silent tears threatens to loom your lips, head still pressed to his flushed chest. Daring, barely above a confident whisper; you finally spill. Quiet. Harsh. Desperate to defend.

“We’re not just friends, and you fucking know it.”

Unmoved, your bodies still lay entwined. Connected. Fiercely connected, as your souls.

Your lost, overdue, lonesome souls.

“Friends don’t…call each other when they need a fuck. Friends don’t kiss each other. Friends don’t visit each other late into the night when they’re feeling alone.” You fight. Your voice raises. The hurt surfaces. “We’re not just friends. We’ll never be just friends. We’re fucking stuck. We’ll always be stuck and I don’t know if…” Words ceasing, the tears threaten to spill. The ache becomes intolerable.

Deadbeat silence. Stillness, cold. All around, the only feel. He stays silent, holding you, eyes still focused to the ceiling above. He’s hurting,

He’s been hurting too.

Quietly, through a hoarse of gruffed tone, Keanu speaks. He wonders if you know the sincerity of his declaration, the weight his pledge holds. “I still love you. I still love you so much, it hurts. Every single day.”

There’s never been pity in those deep cocoa depths, never confusion, resentment, aggravation. Only old understanding, old love, attachment that never died; even when the roots withered. When the skies caved.

You listen, you process, you absorb. You absorb his words, so wholly.

Sitting up slight, Keanu draws your body up as well, never letting your frail frame leave his toned arms. Biceps engulfing, you practically drown into his bare chest; your exposed skins melting together adding tremendously to the connection. “Y/N, I’ll always be in love with you.” He whispers into your hair, soft kisses stippled with strokes to your glossy locks, drawing the silk sheets higher, closer to tuck them around you. To protect you,

-from the cold. Or perhaps something else. Something so unforgiving, a harsh reality you’d both been compulsory to endure.

“But,” He breaks, yet stays composed, calm and confident, for you. “We’re no good together, sweetheart. We can’t be.” He whispers, hold tightening to soothe your plight. “It’s above us. No matter how hard we try, we can’t.” He reasons, voice saddened, yet explanatory. “You know that right, princess?”

The piercing, cold truth. Your lives are far too different, far too many complications come into play. For you and Keanu, a life together would always, forever, remain a distant dream. “We’re not just friends.” Taking hold of your hand, he presses a small kiss to your palm, eyes looking down into your softer, fragile ones. “You’re…you’re the best thing I have. Even if I don’t really have you.” He shakes his head, unable to face the realism. Because the cold, sour truth would always remain.

Keanu and you would rather be this way, than not at all. You’d rather meet this way, feel each other this way through scarce, secretive meetings, than not have each other at all.

Time held too much history. And history isn’t easily forgotten.

You and Keanu, couldn’t be forgotten. You were bound. Bound by something so special, so real. Something that would always stay, never fraying with the passage of a lifetime. Quelling his own emotions, Keanu kisses your lips again, tasting the salt of your dewy tears.

He’d always remained the stronger one. The one that would provide assurance. The one that would remind, even if it was the last thing he’d ever wanted to do. But he’d do it. He’d do it, every single time, for you. He’d do anything for you.

Through the softness of your skin, Keanu relishes, loses himself in how familiar, how right it feels to be so close to you. How badly he wanted nothing more, than to always be close to you. To have you, through sickness and health. To hold you this way forever, steadily, safely within him.

Yet, it would never be. The harsh, cold, truthful reality. Each time you’d depart, a little piece, a part of each other would let go. Stay with the other until you’d meet again. It all hurt, the same way it usually did. Through a soft sniffle, you tighten your hold around him as well, sinking into the deep, radiating warmth of his skin. Sinking away into your escape, your piece of oblivion that was all too well to be real.

All too good, to ever be.

If soulmates existed, if happy endings were real, he was yours, and you were his.

You knew it all too well, all too true. And through a heartbroken mummer, you declare. Declare to him, as you both always did when you’d meet this way.

“I still love you too.” You return to his earlier statement, whispering. 

        “And I always, always will.”

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on the house (chapter 5) - cold brew

Ship: Yagi Toshinori x reader

Rated: Explicit [18+]

Word Count: 4.2k

Summary: You and Toshinori spend the morning together. 

Warnings: Language, smut, Vaginal Fingering

AN: This blog is 18+!! also im pretty nervous about this chapter and could edit it forever, but I was tired of staring at it, so here it is lmao, but I also had part of this written a long time ago so actually getting to it was wild tsegrfws

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Your alarm blasts annoyingly in the dark of your room. You’re surrounded by warmth, coaxing you back into a deep sleep. As the alarm continues, you suppress a groan and blindly shift in an attempt to reach out and stop the nuisance. Something solid and warm tightens around you, holding in place. It feels nice, nice enough to forget your alarm. Wait.

You pry your eyes open, blinking into the darkness. Your eyes adjust, and tufts of blonde hair come into focus. Memories of the previous night flood your brain, and your face heats up.

You twist against Toshinori’s arm to shut off the alarm. Looking out the window, you cringe realizing how early it is, and you hope you didn’t wake him up. When you turn around, you’re met with two sleepy, blue eyes tracing your face.

“Hey,” you whisper quietly.

“Hi.” His voice is thick with sleep, and something flutters deep in your chest. “Is it... it’s okay?” Your brows pull together, a questioning noise pulling itself out of your throat.

“Is it okay that I’m still here?” he gently asks. “I can leave if you want. It’s the weekend, so I’m free. Do you... have to go to work?” Butterflies delicately flutter inside your stomach, and you reach out to caress the side of Toshinori’s face.

“I’m glad you’re still here. And I think I’m gonna take the day off. Just gotta make sure everything’s okay at Sweet Bean.” He nods against your hand, and you twist to blindly grasp for your phone again, squinting as the artificial light blinds you. You text two of your other employees, before opening the chat you have with Suga and Aiko and type quickly.

Hey guys! My throats not feeling very well. I think I’m gonna stay home today. Jai and Ami will cover me later in the day!

You rub the sleep from your eyes when the phone vibrates immediately, and you flush at Aiko’s message.

I’m sure your knees hurt too slut 🤪🤪

jkjk it’s all good!

Your nose scrunches and you haphazardly throw your phone to the side. Toshinori’s arms gently wrap around you again, pulling you pack towards him.

“Everything okay?” You nod, curling back into his chest.

“Just wanna go back to sleep,” you mumble, shutting your eyes. A low chuckle resounds through his chest, flowing into you as the warm darkness overtakes you again.

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Sunlight splashes your eyelids rousing you from your slumber. Your arms stretch out in front of you, and you twist before rubbing the sleep from your eyes. You still and hesitantly turn to face the empty space next to you.

You bite down on your lip, heart sinking into the pit of your stomach. Fuck. The fact that he didn’t even say goodbye weighs you down. Regret flows through you, slow and sticky. Maybe you had rushed things last night? You shake your head to yourself at the thought. He had been the one to talk about getting to the point, not you. But still...

Your ears perk up when you hear small noises coming from the kitchen. A sweet scent drifts into the room, and you flop against the bed while trying to contain your grin, your fears and worries evaporating immediately. He was just making breakfast.

You make an effort to get up and you curl over yourself as your lower abdomen clenches in pain. Right. Your face heats up and you sit up, placing your hands right below your stomach. Closing your eyes, you let a familiar warmth flood your veins and focus in your fingertips. The energy circles back into you, comforting your aching body and making your spine tingle. When your hands drop into your lap, your mind feels quiet, as if everything’s right in the world. You break your peaceful composition and force yourself to throw on underwear and a sweatshirt.

You shuffle through the hallway to the living room. Toshinori turns and offers a shy wave from the kitchen. His boxers cling to his waist, and his shirt hangs off of his shoulders. You grin in return before flopping on the couch and shutting your eyes.

“You had everything to make pancakes, so…” He trails off, but you hum at his words. After a moment to process what he said, your eyes flick open and you blink up at the ceiling.

“Wait, I had everything already?”

“You don’t know what you have in your own kitchen?” You purse your lips at that, and get up, lazily making your way to the kitchen. He turns to look at you as you lean against the fridge, and you offer him a shrug.

“Most days, I’ll make a coffee at Sweet Bean and call it a day.” A small frown pulls at his face, and he turns attention back to the batter on the skillet.

“Breakfast is important. Especially when you spend long days on your feet,” he chastises. Trying to suppress the overwhelming affection you feel, you open the fridge, grabbing a pitcher of cold brew that you had been experimenting with.

“You’re not my parent,” you tease. He offers a short laugh, but you see him visibly tense, and he moves the finished pancake onto the stack of already completed ones.

“Is this…is this okay? That I’m here.” His voice wavers, as if he’s unsure of his place in your kitchen, your home. You shuffle closer to him, setting the pitcher down on the counter. You reach out to place a reassuring palm on his arm.

“I’m glad you’re here. I like seeing you here.” He’s chewing on his lip nervously, not willing to meet your eyes. You squeeze his arm, and lightly grab his chin with your other hand, angling his face towards yours. “I liked waking up to you, Toshi.” The deep frown that’s grown on his face softens, and something easy and peaceful overtakes it. You smirk, your thumb stroking his jaw.

“And I really liked feeling sore when I woke up.” The tips of his ears turn a bright red that extends down to the rest of his face. His eyes flick away from yours, and you gently tug his face down to peck his lips.

“Was I...rough?” he whispers against you. You grin and shake your head.

“No. I just orgasmed a ridiculous amount last night. And you’re just really big.” The blush on his face darkens, and you let his face go, trying to ignore the warmth that sweeps through your system. He rubs the back of his head sheepishly.

“Are you still sore?” He looks uncomfortable, his eyes focused on the floor. You pat his arm again and shake your head.

“I used my quirk, so I’m good. Could maybe use a bath though…” you trail off, briefly wondering if his long limbs would fit in your tub. But at the mention of your quirk, his eyes flick back up to yours.

“Would you mind explaining your quirk again?” You nod, but eye the stack of pancakes on the counter.

“I will, but I’m kinda hungry.”  He chuckles as you gently squeeze his arm. When you grab the cold brew, he grabs your free hand, pressing a soft kiss to your palm. He holds your hand to his face, and affection ripples through your chest, making your face feel warm. You pull away, hiding the dumb grin that’s sprawled lazily across your face.

It’s only when you’re sitting across from him at your small kitchen table (after assuring him it was not hard cold brew) that you begin to unpack your quirk.

“Like you already know, it’s a basic healing quirk.” You take a bite trying to think of how to explain the mechanics of it, but you’re sidetracked. “And not to expose my lack of faith, but these pancakes are really good.” He rests his chin in his hand, a humored smirk pulling at the sharp lines of his face.

“I’m not helpless.” You stick your tongue out at him before taking another bite.

“Anyways, it’s like I turn on a faucet, and warmth spreads through my body. I can focus the warmth to go wherever and…” you trail off. You hold your hands up, shutting your eyes and letting them heat up. When you crack an eye open, they’re glowing softly. Toshinori’s head is cocked to the side, his eyes trained on your hands. What a nice change of pace.

“What basically happens is that I’m able to accelerate cell growth and repair, and can transfer it to things I touch. And it kinda like, also makes people just feel better. Like happier. But I can’t do it for too long. Makes me get pretty tired” Your nose scrunches at how poorly the words are coming to you. “And I’m sure that’s nothing compared to what you see every day with your students,” you say, stretching your arms above your head.

“I think it’s wonderful.” You pause mid-stretch. He’s looking at you like you hung not only the moon, but every star and planet in the sky. You swallow past the lump in your throat, and your arms rest on the table.

“Well, my customers seem to think so too.” His head tilts curiously, and your nose crinkles as you smile at him. “I used it on the coffee beans and the tea plants.” You gesture with your head to the plants that sit on your small balcony. “The effects are dampened on food, but it’s enough to make a small difference.”

“Do you have a license for that?” he says in a faux serious tone. You hold out your hands, pressing your wrists together.

“You gonna arrest me if I don’t?” You watch the way his blush extends down to the planes of his chest, and pride bubbles in your veins.

“Something like that,” he murmurs, prompting you to drop your wrists and grin wickedly.

“Good to know, good to know.” He rubs the back of his head, eyes drifting towards the floor.

“You mentioned a bath, if I recall?” his voice is soft and hesitant again, as if despite your insistence that he has a place here, he doesn’t want to intrude. You hum at his words and take the dishes to the sink.

“Why? You wanna join me?” When you turn to look at him, a panicked look is on his face, and he sputters making attempts to back peddle.

“I apologize for assuming. I shouldn’t have done that. If you’d like me to leave, I’ll be gone.” As much as you enjoyed his awkward rambling, you knew it was cruel to let him continue. Especially when this was so new.

“Toshinori. I would love for you to join me.” His shoulders sag in relief, and he shakes his head.

“You are wicked,” he retorts. You roll your eyes before walking back to the table, and gently grabbing his wrist. You kiss the calloused pad of his thumb, and then his index finger, and then his middle finger. You kiss each of his warm, rough fingers before kissing the pulse point of his wrist.

“If I’m wicked, what does that make your hands?” you ask with heavy-lidded eyes. His hand twists, grasping yours and pulling you forward to straddle his lap. Toshi’s lips melt against yours, sending fire through your veins. You curl your hands in his hair, trying to pull his mouth closer to yours. His hands travel up and down the sides of your body before landing right under the hem of your sweatshirt.

As you tug at his hair, you briefly wonder if this is moving too fast. The thought uncomfortably pierces through your brain. Toshinori’s hands squeeze at the flesh they find, and the possibility that this will all crash and burn enters your mind. This could end in a glorious blaze that left you both singed. He pulls away, resting his forehead against yours, and when you lock eyes, you realize you don’t care.

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Toshi leans back into your chest, the tips of his hair tickling your nose. Your thighs encase as much of him as you can. His legs stick out the edge of your tub. He’s all limbs, gangly and tall, too tall for your bath. You had warned him that it might not be the most comfortable for him, but he had insisted it would be okay. He wanted to be close to you, and you let him.

You run your hands through his sunflower hair, lightly massaging his scalp. He nestles himself further into your chest, and you smile softly. Your hands slowly trail downwards until they reach his shoulders. You press your fingers into the knotted muscles, and he shudders against you. You continue to lightly massage him, the beginnings of an idea forming in your mind. You slip your hands underneath his arms to his chest, careful to avoid his scar, and you press him tightly to you. He closes his eyes and leans his head against you. The two of you sit in silence before you press a kiss to his temple. Your fingers delicately edge around his scar.

“Can I ask what happened?” you whisper against him. He tenses against you, and you slide your hands around him to carefully massage his shoulders again. “You don’t have to talk about it, it's okay. I’m sorry for pushing you.” He shakes his head, his hair gently brushing across your face.

“I...it’s-” he inhales sharply, letting himself soften under your touch. “There was a bad villain attack...and I got hurt.” His words are slow and painful, and regret sits heavy in your stomach. You truly don’t know him enough to ask this. You squeeze his shoulders, in what you hope is a reassuring manner.

“It’s really okay. I’m sorry for asking.” Your arms snake down to hold him again, and he relaxes against you.

“It’s not easy for me to talk about. Everything changed after.”

“Does it still hurt?” He sighs, letting his body slump dejectedly against you.

“It’s hard to breathe now, and it aches. Gets really bad some days.” You hum at his words, something sad and aching burrowing itself in your chest. You rest your head on top of his, not wanting to force him to talk anymore. You let the silence crystalize in the air, not wanting to break the delicate balance. But your mind stirs again, hints of a question threading together to form an idea.

“Toshi? Could you sit up a bit please?” You ask trying to not let your nerves get the best of you. He immediately complies with your request, but you frown as he also leans away from you.

“Of course. Was I crushing you? Are you okay?” He worriedly questions and turns back to look at you. Of course, he would assume the worst. You shake your head and can’t stop the way your face scrunches up.

“No, I’m fine. I just wanted you to sit up and scoot back if that's okay.” The water splashes out of the tub as he scooches back until he’s nestled in-between your thighs again, but you don’t mind. You wrap your arms around him again, lightly tracing patterns onto his abdomen. Your forehead dips forward to rest on his back. He stills beneath you, but you. can feel his muscles beginning to relax.

“But can I try something?” As soon as he nods, your hands inch closer to the scar on the left side of his body. He stiffens under your fingers, and you tilt your head to lightly kiss up and down his spine. This may not help, but it’s worth a try. If you could help take away some of his leftover aches, even for just a little while, it would be worth it.

Your hands lightly rest on top of the scar, and he shakes ever so slightly. You kiss his shoulder blade, and urge the warmth you feel in your heart to move to your hands. The tips of your fingers begin to glow; the warmth you feel surges into Toshi’s body. He shudders against you and lets out a groan that goes straight in-between your things.

You slowly flatten your palms against him to cover more space, and he leans his head back, his hair tickling your face once again. His muscles flex beneath your palms, and you gently tighten your thighs around him, pulling yourself flush against his back. You close your eyes and inhale. When you exhale, you focus the warmth to flood the rest of your body.

You feel Toshi drop farther into your hold, and he lets out a shaky breath. You try to use your quirk for as long as you can, and Toshi lets you. When the glow retreats back into your body, you slump against Toshinori, trying to catch your breath.

The water sloshes as Toshinori breaks away from your grip and turns around to face you. You flush under the weight of his gaze, still taking deep breaths. He doesn’t say anything; neither do you. Instead, he reaches his arms out to pull you onto his lap. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you lightly play with his hair.

“How ya feeling?” you whisper. He dips down, letting his forehead rest against yours. His hands rest on your waist, fingers drawing invisible patterns on your skin.

“A lot better,” he murmurs.

When he pulls away, there’s something deep and dark in his eyes. Something you’re not sure you can handle. And he’s not sure he can handle it either, so instead, he glances down at your lips and kisses you deeply. You lean into it, and your hands solidly slide through his hair before you lightly tug.

His large hands grip your waist, and he squeezes lightly before his tongue swipes against your lips. You open your mouth and his tongue slips against yours. You feel something hard poking into your thigh, and you can't help but to squirm. He lazily trails one hand from your chest down and slips in-between your bodies. You pull away from his burning kisses as he cups your pussy with his hand.

“Please Toshi,” you whine.

“Please what?” He’s smiling innocently at you, watching you squirm against his hand.

“Touch me.”

“I am touching you.” You lightly slap his arm, frustration pulling a frown to your face.

He chuckles before trailing a finger in between your folds. You shudder lightly, and your hands fall to his shoulders to help stabilize you. The rough pad of his finger finds its way to your clit, and you gasp as he swipes his finger across it. Your nails dig lightly into your shoulders, and you bite your lip. Toshi chuckles beneath you.

“I wanna hear all the pretty sounds you make.” You squirm and let out a moan as his finger begins to lightly trace circles on your clit.

He watches you bloom and unravel as he touches you. He’s supposed to be good, unselfish; he’s supposed to be a hero. But he’s greedy for more of you, of the noises you make. His fingers leave your aching clit and slip inside you. You buck your hips against him as you let out another moan. He pumps his thick finger in and out as you grind down into his hand, searching for more friction.

“You still like my hands?” he teases. Your face twists, and you hide in your hands, embarrassment coursing through you as you continue to rock against him. The hand that was on your waist disappears and tugs at your wrists. Your hands fall back onto his shoulders, and he chuckles.

“I hate you,” you mumble. He slips another large finger inside you and lightly scissors them, stretching you out.

“Whatever you say.” His thumb finds its way to your clit, and your face scrunches up in pleasure. A white-hot sensation builds within you, something deep. He’s shifting his fingers now, pumping them both deep inside you searching for a way to get closer to you. You drop one of your hands from his shoulder, searching for his cock. You blindly fumble but one of his hands catches your wrist, stopping you from grabbing his cock.

“Don’t worry about me. Just wanna make you feel good,” he mumbles into your hair. He moves your hand back to his shoulder before gripping your waist again. You continue to squirm and writhe against him as the coil in the pit of your stomach begins to tighten. Toshi’s fingers slow ever so slightly as he works a third large finger into you. You shudder and cry out his name.

He picks up the pace, and you whine. His fingers are searching. And the second they find their goal, your mind grows hazy. They thrust into you, heavy and warm.

’Toshi,” you mewl, “I’m gonna cum.”

“Fall apart for me, sweet girl.”

The coil snaps.

Your mouth opens in a silent scream, and you slump against his chest. Your thighs twitch and you writhe against his still moving fingers. The pleasure is disorienting, making your mind feel thick like honey. He slows his fingers as you continue to ride out your orgasm, and you pepper kisses against any skin that you see. When he finally stops, your panting against him.

“How ya feeling,” he asks, throwing back the same question you asked him earlier. You nuzzle into his chest, exhaustion pulling at your bones.

“Tired,” you murmur into his skin. He chuckles and lets you rest against him, as you try to gain some energy after overusing your quirk and orgasming intensely. When he finally helps you out of the bathtub, your legs feel like jelly. He helps you into something comfortable before putting on his clothes.

You lie on your bed, watching him get dressed, trying to fight the sleep that pricks the back of your eyelids. The bed dips when he sits next to you, and Toshinori reaches a hand out to stroke your jaw with his thumb.

“I got called into work, so I have to go.”

“To the school?” Your prop yourself up on your arms, heading tilting in confusion. He pauses, a sharp frown consuming his face. He looks away from you before nodding.

“Emergency teacher conference.” You hum at his answer, thinking about all the trouble that’s been happening since the USJ attack. “But I’ll call you if that’s okay?” Your nose crinkles as you grin, and you nod, letting your eyes shut.

Wait.

Without opening your eyes, you let out a small laugh.

“I still have to give you my number.” You feel him stiffen next to you, and you bite your lip to suppress another giggle. Cracking one eye open, you see him looking at you, face red out of embarrassment. “Well, do you want it?” He looks away from you, a small smile tugging at his lips as he nods. You rattle off your number, and he dutifully types the number out, face still aflame.

He pockets his phone and stands up, and you reluctantly follow, insisting that you’re not tired enough to not walk him out. When you open the door for him, he pauses and looks down at you. You meet his piercing gaze with a small smirk.

“That was some first date, huh?” He shakes his head at your teasing, but he bends down pressing a chaste kiss to your lips.

“I had a nice time. Goodbye, Y/N,” he murmurs against your lips. When you pull away, your heart stutters, and a peaceful feeling falls over you.

When the door finally shuts, you let out a long exhale before dragging your tired body back to bed. You stare at your phone, chewing on your lip nervously. The realization that you would have to wait for him to text you first has nerves igniting in your belly. You shut your eyes, trying to let the panic dissipate.

With sleep just around the corner, you hear a hopeful ding from your phone. Blinking open an eye, you one new message from an unknown number.

It’s Toshinori <3

Trying not to think too much about the heart, you let sleep finally overtake you.

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The look on your face as he said goodbye plays on a loop in Toshinori’s mind. Guilt worms its way into his stomach. There’s no teacher conference. You were right to be suspicious, but you had dropped it so easily, choosing to trust him instead.

Toshinori does not like lying to you. But he can’t tell you that he’s All-Might. Just... not yet. It’s going to change everything; he can feel it. He can’t stand his true form, withering away. But you don’t care. You like him. You like him.

But if you knew he was All-Might, would you be disappointed? Would you prefer All-Might to Toshinori? Would that make you a target? Would you hate him? Fuck, you’ve only been on one date.

Questions rattle around his mind, and Toshinori shakes his head, a frown tugging at his lips. He doesn’t have time to think about this not right now. A smile forces its way back on his face. He has to be here, present in the moment, not thinking about you. He lands abruptly, hands on his hips.

“I am here!”

While it’s true Toshinori wants nothing more than to selfishly think about the future, All-Might doesn’t get that luxury. Not while there are villains to defeat. But despite his best efforts, you linger in the back of his mind, an ember glowing in the dark.

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[twinklecheeks]

Friends With Benefits (Jeff Wittek Imagine) Part 9

Summary: Jeff and Y/N have been hooking up for a while. The whole vlog squad assumes they’re dating and Y/N does too but Jeff doesn’t like labels. He eventually starts to express interest in Natalie.

Note: Planning on making this a multiple part series, depending on how good it does.  You’re 21 & Latina in this (maybe) series. Also, I’d like to apologize for the typos, if there are any. I’m just illiterate lmao.  

Warnings! Pregnancy, PURE FILTH, KINKY AS SHIT, I SWEAR THIS MESS IS NASTY, NSFW. I’m being SERIOUS. Most of this chapter is sex. 

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4 , Part 5, Part 6, Part 7,  Part 8

Word Count: 1.7k

Jeff’s Birthday 12/15/19

David: *Vlogging* Everybody get in the room quietly

Zane & Toddy: *has buckets of ice water*

Everybody: HAPPY BIRTHDAY BIRTHDAY TO YOU, HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU, HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEAR JEFF. HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU.

Jeff: *under his blanket and pillows* Guys. I’m old now. Let me sleeep.

Zane: Wakey wakey baby

Toddy & Zane: *throws the ice water on Jeff*

Jeff: WHHAT THE FUCK

*Everybody runs out of the room laughing*

Jeff: So now that I’m awake, are we all gonna snowboard today?

Y/n: I can’t, so I’m just gonna stay here.

Carly: Erin, Corinna and I will stay back with her.

Y/n: Great, people are feeling sorry for the pregnant girl.

Corinna: Not true. I also hate the cold and I don’t wanna fall down a hill.

Jeff: Okay cool. We’re gonna leave in 20 and y/n, call me if anything happens.

Night time

David: I know we already sung it this morning but-

Everybody: HAPPY BIRTHDAY BIRTHDAY TO YOU, HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU, HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEAR JEFF. HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU.

Jeff: I just like to say thank you so much guys. I know that I’ve been such an asshole the past couple weeks but now that I’m 30 and we’re entering  a new decade in like two or so weeks, I want to make things right and also I’m going to be a father to two little girls. Y/n I know of personally apologize to you already but I just wanna say in front of everybody here. I am so sorry for everything I have done to you. I will admit, I am scared to become a dad, I will protect you and the girls with my life. And thanks to everybody that came here. This friend group has changed my life for the better.

Zane: Can we stop with this sappy shit and eat some caaake.

David: *vlogging* VARDON THROW THE CAKE

Jeff: wait what

Vardon: *throws the cake*

Jeff: *dodges the cake*

*little cake fight happens in the kitchen*

David: hey y/n, can I talk to you?

Y/n: Sure..

David: I just wanted to say that I’m sorry for how I acted yesterday. After hearing what Jeff said and the way you looked at him, I’m guessing you’re still probably in love w/ him.

Y/n: ummm…

David: I don’t blame you. He is the father of your kids and he most likely still has feelings for you too. Can we just move on and be friends again?

Y/n: I’d like that very much.

*after Jeff gets cleaned up*

Jeff: What did David say to you?

Y/n: that he wanted to move on and be friends again. So now, I’m officially single.

Jeff: So does that mean I can win you back?

Y/n: woah woah woah, slow down there Wittek. You're still on a trial run.

Jeff: Is there anything I can do on this trial run to make me a lifetime member?

Y/n: *getting horny* Maybe… I mean, technically you’re already a lifetime member. I’m pregnant w/ your kids.

Jeff: Sooo… I’m not crossing any lines if I do this? *pushes y/n down gently on the bed and hovers over her*

Y/n: Ummmm….. no.

Jeff: I bet your tits have gotten a lot bigger since I saw them last. I’ll only continue if you’re okay with this

Y/n: *smiling shyly* Oh gosh yes. Please continue

Jeff: *takes off y/n’s shirt* Wow, no bra? Were you planning this? *smirks*

Y/n: No but this better fucking happen because I’m gonna beat you if it doesn’t. My tits have gotten so sore since I got pregnant.

Jeff: *sucks of the right nipple and massages the left* Mmm, they taste sweeter from what I remember.

Y/n: *moans* Mmmm.. fuuuck. Daddy you can suck on my tits all you want.

Jeff: *laughs* Daddy? Someone’s got a daddy kink now?

Y/n: Oh shut up. Let’s be honest, you had a breeding kink before because you always loved cumming inside me before I got pregnant.

Jeff: touché… and I still will cum inside you at the end. I like to finish what I started babe *winks*

Y/n: You kinky whore.

*pulls Jeff in for a needy kiss*

Jeff: *takes off your leggings* Damn babe no underwear too? You were definitely planning this.

Y/n: *getting impatient* Jeff please eat me out.

Jeff: No problem. *kisses his way down to your pussy and his warm tongue licks from your entrance up to your clit.*

Y/n: Oh my god pleease don’t tease me Jeff.

Jeff: Anything for my queen *slowly circles his tongue around your clit* I love how you were always wet for me. *eats you out*

Y/n: *cries out in pleasure* I’m trying so hard not to cum so early.

Jeff: Cum anytime you want baby.

Y/n: Oh GOD I’M CUMMING.

Jeff: *fingers her and sucks on clit*

Y/n: *trembling* mmm I feel like I’m still cumming.

Jeff: You ready?

Y/n: *smirks* I’m always ready for you.

Jeff: You’re making it hard to be gentle w/ you cause I wanna fuck you so damn rough, but I don’t want to hurt you. And you also won’t be able to walk normally..

Y/n: And who says I want it gentle? *winks*

Jeff: You’re gonna be the death of me doll.    

Y/n: *gets on her knees & unzips his pants* I’ve missed your cock so much daddy. *You suck the pre-cum* It’s bigger than I remember.

Jeff: You’re daddy’s little pregnant whore aren’t you?

Y/n: I’ll always be your whore, cum slut, doll, you name it. *licks from the base of his cock to the tip* No one can suck like I can. *You hollow your cheeks so you can suck off as much as you can. His cock hits the back out your throat; you start to deepthroat Jeff*

Jeff: *grabs y/n’s hair & bucks his hips* Only daddy can fuck your mouth, cum inside you and get you pregnant, you got that?

Y/n: Of course. I’ll always take your cum.

Jeff: Get on the bed. On all fours.

Y/n: *Gets on the bed* Just fuck me rough daddy.

Jeff: *slams cock into y/n, gives her a bit to adjust* What’d say doll? *slams it into her again*

Y/n: Jesus fuck. I’ve missed you so much. No one can fuck me like you can.

Jeff: I remember you liked it when daddy fucked your ass doll. Remember?

Y/n: *trembling* Please fuck my ass and then my pussy*

Jeff: *slowly pushes cock into her* FUCK. Shit I almost feel like cumming rn.

Y/n: Fuuuuck me- too. SHIT oh MY UGH. I haven’t done anal in so long.

Jeff: *goes faster* oh fuckk… Your ass feels so amazing.

Y/n: *being a moaning mess* Cum inside my ass Jeff!

Jeff: Don’t worry doll. I’ll cum in both. *goes faster* Fucking SHIT. Sss-o ttight *cums inside y/n*

Y/n: *screams into pillow* SHIT SHIT SHIT IM CUMMING.

Jeff: *Quickly pulls out of ass and fucks her pussy* I’m still rock hard for you baby

Y/n: *Has 3rd orgasm right after the 2nd* Jefff!

Jeff: *cums inside her* Jesus.

*both are sweaty messes wrapped in the blanket*

Y/n: *cuddles with Jeff* Well that was-

Jeff: Kinky-er than usual. I didn’t think I liked to be called daddy.

Y/n: *laughing* Oh god don’t remind me.

Jeff: I’m gonna take a shower, wanna join?

Y/n: What, so you can make me cum for a 4th time tonight?

Jeff: No you little nasty. We’re sweaty and gross. We gotta wash off our sins.

Y/n: *gets out of bed and tries to stand up*

Jeff: I told you you won’t be able to walk.

Y/n: Oh shut up and help me.

The next morning

Y/n & Jeff: *wakes up at y/n’s phone ringing*

Y/n: It’s my doctor. *picks up the phone and puts it on speaker*

Doctor: Good morning y/n, how are you feeling?

Y/n: I’m feeling great.

Doctor: Well that’s good. Is there time for you and Jeff to come by my office today?

Y/n: *confused* Umm no. We’re out of town and won’t be home for another 2-3 days. Is there something wrong? You can just tell it to us over the phone.

Doctor: Well… Okay. The only thing that came up in both of your test results was that you and Jeff are carriers of a mutation of the GJB2 gene. Normally, that gene has a protein that plays an important role in the development of the cochlea, which is in our ears.

Jeff: Can you please get to the point.

Doctor: So because you both are carriers of the mutation of the gene, there’s a chance that one or both of your girls will be born partially or completely deaf.

Y/n: Wh-what?

Jeff: Is there no way in knowing if they are beforehand?

Doctor: The only way in knowing is doing a hearing test on both girls when they’re born. If one or both are born deaf, there’s options like the cochlear implant. I’ve seen this used on babies as young as 5-6 months old but that’s in the UK. Here in the states, babies would have to be at least a year old. Just remember that I’m saying there’s a CHANCE. I’m not saying that they will be born deaf.

Y/n: Ooo-kay. Th-thanks for calling. *Hangs up the phone* D-deaf? Our girls are gonna be born deaf?

Jeff: *holds y/n* Hey hey hey, she said there’s a chance. Since there’s a chance, we gotta be prepared. We gotta do our research and see what the best options are. We might also have to learn sign language and also teach them. Y/n I know you’re terrified and I am too but we have to look at the bright side.

Y/n: And that is?

Jeff: That we’re gonna have 2 beautiful baby girls.

Y/n: *smiles weakly* Should we tell the rest of them?

Jeff: Let’s wait a bit until we tell them.

Y/n: Okay.

Ummm… Yeah so that happened… Don’t say I didn’t warn y’all in the last chapter. Jeff is really stepping up after only a few days. What do y’all think of my little plot twist at the end? Also, Jeff still hasn’t told his parents! How do you think they’ll react. 

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[thegirlwhocried-justcried]

Diary Entry 9/17 - 9/19

He pushed me hard against a locker, his arm on my neck, stepping on my feet and holding my wrist together with one hand. I had no chance of getting away, sure I had strong legs, but his force was way too much. In a flash he moved me too he middle of the hallway. A small group formed around us, loud silence filling the air. My wrists already started to hurt, but I knew I would have to endure much more than that. I was surprised no one said anything and I wondered where the teachers went. That thought quickly went away as he started talking.

“Now that your silly little boyfriend is absent. I get to take his spot.”

My eyes watered, I needed to try to say something,

“MATT, PENNY, ANYO-“ His grip tightened around my neck, my throat ached already. I had called my best friends hoping someone would call them or they could hear me.

“Now, now, pretty lady. No one can help you. You will get a punishment for even trying to get help.” He chuckled, a low evil chuckle. My eyes needed to water but I had to stay strong. He pulled me closer to him, sudden sharp pain in my arms as they were folded harshly behind me. Now, he had a free hand. More people had come to watch.

“Heh. Now we have a lot of people to entertain dont we, babygirl.” As if something hurt them, my ears stung at the pet name. My “little boyfriend” and I would call eachother babygirl and babyboy since the be beginning. It hurt a lot just hearing someone else call me that and having no ability to say something, and no one else saying anything either. With no mercy he slid his freehand down my leggings; Something this morning told me not to wear leggings, and I should have listened. He rubbed circles by my heat, although it felt nothing like heat. It felt like bitter cold. I couldn’t hold my tears in any longer. I closed my eyes as he went faster, what felt like an ocean running down my cheeks.

“Why aren’t you getting wet?” His voice loud enough for just a few people nearby to hear,

“Why aren’t you enjoying this, baby girl?” I struggled as I tried to answer. He loosened his grip on my throat to let me talk. My arms, feet, throat and heat burned in pain. All I could do is sob. Loudly.

“ANSWER YOU BRAT!” At this point I realized that he had very little patience. The group around started making commotion, Matt came running through the crowd, looking furious. Once he got there I could see pure terror in his eyes, then pure anger. Matt wasn’t a big guy, nor was he muscular, but he was popular and offaly stubborn.

“JOVAN YOU ARE SO GOING TO REGRET THIS. JOSH, PETER, COM HELP ME. PENNY GO GET THE PRINCIPLE. WAIT TILL HER BOYFRIEND COMES BACK IN 2 DAYS.” Matt was yelling, you could see the hatred and hunger for revenge in his eyes. Josh and Peter were already taking Jovan out, beating him and loosening his grip. I fell the the ground on my hands and knees. Matt bent down beside me. He hugged me, I felt so warm, glad someone cared to save me.

“Im so sorry I didn’t come sooner.” Matt’s voice serious and gentle, something I had never heard before.

“It’s … not ur …. fault,” I said between hiccups and sobs. The rest of what happened I could not remember. All I remembered was that Jovan was expelled, and dreading the day back to school. I was absent for a day then came back, the same day my boyfriend was.

“You’re gonna tell ‘milk’ the news today right?” Penny said, usually she was the one to cheer me on, but today she was as gentle and as calm as Matt was yesterday.

“Of course…” I was still shaken, I was quiet and wore the baggiest clothes in my closet. I knew my eyes where poofy, and my hair was a mess. Something very out of place. And many people could tell. Milk was the code name me and most of my friends used for my boyfriend’s name. It worked pretty well. Walking through the kids in the hall was only part of the dread. My boyfriend was in my first class, while walking there everyone glanced and made way for me to pass. I felt, judged. Embarrassed. Almost angry, but not quite there.

I walked in the classroom, all eyes on me. I almost broke down, even the teacher had a pity look on his face as he looked me up and down. I sat down next to my boyfriend.

“Hey babygirl, sorry I was absent 3 days in a row!” Then it hit me, he knew nothing, not even that Jovan was expelled.

“It’s ok…” I said quietly. I couldn’t look into his eyes, I felt guilty even though I did nothing wrong. Everyone started to mumble and talk, the teacher left the class to hall monitor since technically class hadn’t started yet.

“Are you alright, baby girl?” He asked, not slightly trying to hide his worry, his concern.

“You didn’t hear?” A girl named Emerald asked, “Jovan got expelled yesterday.”

“Why?” He was completely clueless. Emerald looked at my boyfriend then at me. After a few seconds she looked down. My boyfriend then turned to me.

“Baby, why did Jovan get expelled?” He said, gently and in a whisper.

All I could answer with was another round of sobbing. His eyes seemed to pop out of his head, he quickly leaned over and hugged me. I sobbed in his chest, I sobbed even harder than the day before. He lead me outside the classroom and took me to the library. Empty. As he hoped it would be.

“Shhhh, baby girl it’s ok…” I calmed down the best I could. I looked him in the eyes, his eyes full of sadness and hint of frustration. He didn’t seem Frustrated anywhere else, then I realized he was very good at hiding his feelings.

“Please tell me what happened,” his voice was different now, worried…desperate. I could only tell him a quick summary before I broke down again. I huddled by my boyfriend this time. When I looked up into his eyes, they were filled with anger. This anger in his eyes was something I had never seen before. It was so much, it was not anger anymore, it was something else. Something… undescribable. The anger was covered with guilt.

“I’m so sorry,” I was surprised at how much control he had. His body controlled, his tears controlled, the only thing that was not controlled where the feelings inside him. I could read his eyes better than anyone else I knew. And I knew that the next time he would see Jovan, it would not be pretty.

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[yourlocalslasher]

If you’re still doing request, could I have some slashers finding out their SO cheated?

ahhh fuck not angst im trying to eat my mac n cheese happily ;A; (this became so long im so sorry) (oH and Freddy ends up killing the s/o bc honestly that would happen so-)

Slashers finding out their s/o cheated

JASON

Jason had decided to come home early, flowers in hand, and a wooden ring with a white gemstone in his pocket. Today was the day.

When he arrived at the cottage, he saw a car that he knew most definitely wasn’t yours. This was suspicious...

He opened the door, dropping the bouquet of flowers when he saw the other man.

Your body was on the other man, the both of you lying on the couch. When you looked up, you knew immediately that you fucked up.

Apologetically, you jumped from the couch to retrieve the Jason that now stormed out into the woods, tears falling every which way down his face and mask.

That's when you saw the ring in his pocket fall out, and your heart skipped a beat.

He was going to propose....

And then you too started to cry, and you fell to the ground in the empty forest, clutching the ring to your chest. This was all a huge mess that you could have avoided...

His whole world is shaken now. He won’t eat. He won’t leave the old cottage. Now Jason spends his days sitting by his mothers severed head.

You’d run off, too upset to ever show your face in Jasons corner of New Jersey ever again.

You were furious with yourself. How could you do this? You loved Jason, and he was irreplaceable. He loved you with his whole heart and you went and crushed it.

Jason doesn’t even kill anymore. He intends to sit there until he rots into the ground. There's nothing worth doing anymore...

MICHAEL

Halloween had just happened yesterday, and Michael was overly exhausted. A bunch of new people had moved to Haddonfield this year, there were just so many targets.

He arrived home quite late and approached you in the kitchen. You were giggling and your eyes were glued to your phone.

Silently, he walked to you, hovering over your shoulder to see what the big deal was.

You were looking at selfies and pics a new guy had sent you, and didn’t realize Michael was right behind you. But you did notice when he snatched your phone from your unsuspecting hands.

Michael knew this was not him. These were not his texts. Why were you talking to this other man? He held the phone up high so only he could read it, ignoring your pleas to give it back.

Anger boiled inside him the farther he went, you’d sent provocative photos to this man, the man that was not him.

His grip on the phone tightened, bending the sides. Then he slammed it to the ground.

Your eyes widened, Michaels strong hand nearing your throat. Now there were tears in your eyes as you rethought all your horrible decisions. You should have known Michael was going to find out eventually, and be very mad.

As his hand wrapped around your throat, you excepted your fate. But you were surprised as he lifted you into the air, giving one last hard squeeze before dropping you to the ground.

Michael left promptly, walking to his old house in Haddonfield. You were left in the kitchen, holding your throat which had bright red marks on it. You couldn’t help but lie down slowly, crying to yourself when you realized Michael had just left you. Goddamnit, why couldn’t you just stay loyal.

He says to himself he doesn’t need you. He never has. You were simply another body to him. He can survive easily on his own.

But maybe...there’s just a little part of him...that wishes you were still with him...

BUBBA

It's nice to relax on a hot day in Texas, which is exactly what you and Bubba were doing. A sweet tea in hand, you laughed and talked with him, handing him a flower crown that you put together from the nearby bushes.

Bubba sat back with a smile, shoving the flower crown down onto his head. But in the distance, he could hear a truck, even though Drayton and the twins were sitting outback. Who could be stopping by?

As soon as you heard it, your eyes widened and you quickly set down your drink. You knew exactly who it was, and your heart rate went up when you saw Bubba follow you to the car pulling up.

He couldn't quite tell who it was, but he followed behind you, standing by your side when you stopped at the truck.

Even Drayton and the twins had stood and followed, and now your stomach was churning. Bubba waved at the man who stepped out of the truck, completely unaware the shit that was about to go down

“Please, not right now please can we talk another time-”

The man looked at you with a sneer, causing Bubba to cower behind you further as his smile faded.

“Who’s this babe?” When the man pulled you to his side, you saw Bubba cock his head. Who was this guy? Did he just call you ‘babe’?

Drayton and the twins stood with their arms folded by Bubba, looking confused. “More like who’r you.” Drayton spoke out. This was not going to be good.

“I’m y/n’s boyfriend. Nice to meet you.” You bit your lip, your eyes watering as you watched Bubba’s painful reaction. He stepped back, his lip quivering as he tilted his head again. Big puppy dog eyes stared back at you as your heart shattered.

And oh boy you could tell Drayton was BEYOND pissed. His cold expression glared at you as he took the now crying Bubba into his arms. Drayton normally would never hug Bubba, more or less stick up for him, But he was infuriated.

You knew Drayton was yelling at you, but all of a sudden everything went silent. Just static. Bubba was crying into the arm of Drayton while the twins were going along with whatever Drayton said. The other man had left in all the chaos, but you didn’t care.

You’d frantically ran inside, tears streaming down your face as you packed your bags. You couldn’t take it. The pitiful expression that never left Bubbas face would kill you if you stayed any longer.

As for Bubba, he no longer babbled excitedly, or smiled with giggles when something happened. All he could do was mope around, killing the very few intruders who came by. Nothing made him happy anymore.

He’d often cry himself to sleep, thinking only about you. For once he had trusted someone, loved someone, given them all he had, and now he wished he’d never been born.

FREDDY

You were dreaming about the other man, not even remembering Freddy had access to all of your dreams. As a matter of fact, you’d forgotten he existed.

Walking and talking with the other man, you went about your dream, carelessly smiling and laughing like your life wasn’t in danger.

Freddy had been watching for a good 15 minutes, and he was sick inside. How could you do such a thing. Even though he called you a bitch countless times, he still cared for you. He still loved you. You’d completely betrayed his trust. Eyes burning with rage and sadness, he huffed to himself before deciding to end it now.

Then you heard a distinct tapping noise. One that would have scared anyone else but you. You could tell that tapping from anywhere, its Fred. Oh fuck you’ve screwed up now.

You felt a certain feeling rush over you. It wasn’t fear, wasn’t anger, and it wasn’t sadness. It was guilt.

The shadow with a fedora disappeared, and instead, a real Freddy appeared between you and the other man.

“I should’a known a bitch like you would pull a stunt like this.” You looked to Freddy, about to apologize. He stopped you quickly.

“I don’t wanna hear it, you’re just another slut that I never shoulda trusted.” The audible pain in his gruff voice made your insides twist and ache. Suddenly, you didn’t want the other man. You just wanted Freddy. But the tears brimming at your eyes held you back for some reason.

He was just mad now. Losing the sadness, or even the jealousy, he just hated everyone and everything. Never again was he gonna love someone. It's just a big fat fucking mistake that ends in pain.

Drawing back his hand he effortlessly impaled the other man, who had been sleeping next to you in real life. Blood coated your face as you screamed, the tears that were pent up finally flowing down your face.

Freddy's head snapped towards you as he gritted his teeth, jamming the bloodied blades through your chest. He got sprayed with your blood, dropping your lifeless body to the ground.

It was over. You and the other man were gone. Dead. But for some reason, he didn’t feel any better. He felt worse.

Killing became a chore for him, his interest in killing teens almost faded. He didn’t need you though. Freddy doesn’t need an s/o. They all hurt him anyways...