#I GO INSANE!! STOP FUCKING LYING STOP BEING WRONG
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ೃ⁀➷ spoil you, plug!eren
eren hated when you spent your own money, but you don’t listen.
thinking about the way plug!eren would take you on his drops with him. you were so quiet and in your own world, he never minded the fact that you had your freshly white painted toes resting against the dash of his mercedes AMG coupe. the entire car was blacked out with expensive ceramic tints, protecting you both from your usual…late night activities.
your glasses rested on the cute bridge of your nose as your left leg was sat in eren’s lap while your right rested against the dashboard. eren was lucky that he fucked with most of his customers heavy…you two had been waiting for the dude to meet y’all for nearly thirty minutes now, and had it been someone else, eren would have sped away long time ago.
eren comfortingly rubbed your baby soft feet in the grasp of his tattooed hand, one with beautiful realism art of your own eye. with a turn of his head, he could see you practically nose deep in the bright screen of your phone illuminating through the car. “you growing bored mama?” his voice is concerned. “ian think we was gonna be waiting this long on dude…my bad baby.”
you hadn’t said much since you’d gotten in the car, just wanting to hurry and add all of your things to your shopping cart on the skims website. “nah, ‘m just…trying…to do somethin’ real quick,” you bite your lip as you tap away on your phone. you were trying to add as many things to your cart before it was gone. “before this shit sell out.”
eren being the nosy boy he is leans against your shoulder to see what you were doing. but the moment he’d seen you type in numbers that belonged to what he knew as your own debit card, he kissed his teeth in annoyance. “man how many times i gotta tell you to stop using your card to go shopping bae?” you roll your eyes at his words. “i’m serious, you got all three of my cards on ya phone for a reason. fuck is you typing in your info for?”
don’t get him wrong, eren loved the fact that you were independent and knew how to handle money almost perfectly now that you were in your twenties. but being together with you for so long, he continued to step up with his provider capabilities by always taking care of you. whether it was paying your bills, rent—everything in between.
but of course it was a struggle when ms. i can do it all by myself meets mr. i know you can but let me do it for you
“because i’m spending like 600 dollars,” you point out to his previous question with an obvious scoff. “i’m not asking you for that.” eren mirrors your actions and rolls his eyes again.
eren looks at you as if you’re insane and suffered memory loss for the past four years you’ve been together. “babe…i make that shit in one night. actually—fuck a night—i make that shit in two hours!”
it wasn’t like he was lying either, with the way that eren was one of the only trusted plugs in town, it was very easy that he’d bring at least a band a night on a consistent basis. selling for almost six years was finally paying off.
you two hardly ever fought, but if you did, it was always about money. eren knew how long you’ve had to do things on your own physically and financially. you couldn’t go to your mom for help, you didn’t have a dad to beg, so it was all on you since you’d been 16. but now that he had eren, he’d just wish you’d let him take the burden of money of your shoulders and take care of you the way you take care of him.
after a few minutes, your boyfriend holds his hand out. you give him crazy eyes, but eventually follow orders by putting your phone in his hand. “don’t know how many times i gotta tell yo stubborn ass, forreal,” he grunted. “‘s never a problem spoiling my baby. you don’t ever ask me for nothing. let me feel useful and get you stuff, mama.”
with a sigh, you nod your head, like you always did. there was no way eren was gonna take no for an answer when it came to spoiling his wife.
in response, eren uses his free hand to delete your information and instead place the correct numbers—the information to his amex black card. all the money he has, he sits and does nothing with it, so why not buy you all the things you’ve never had before?
when you hear the chime of your phone confirming your order, eren hands you the phone back and goes to look out his dark window.
with your acrylics, you grab eren by the neck and slowly turn him back to face you. “thanks papa,” you gave him genuine eyes.
eren leans forward and pecks your lips. with a serious face, he pecks you one more time before wrapping his tatted fingers around your neck erotically. with a look in your eyes he tells you, “always tell me what you want, no matter how much, mama. you know daddy gonna get that shit for you one way or another, regardless.”
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hey there, queen! i absolutely adore your stories, and I'd be thrilled to read an angsty story featuring Chris. so, here's the deal: the reader appears to have "cheated" on Chris, but in reality, she never did. so then, the reader is hurt by Chris's lack of trust, but take a turn when Chris discovers the truth. and so he does everything in his power to make things right, and Chris goes all out to win her back. you can plan the rest of the story.
i hope this makes sense :)
scandals - c.s
a/n: tysm 😭 i’m so sorry it took so long to write. i was deadass taking my time planning this
christopher ❤️✨
are you fucking kidding me?
we’re done
block my number
baby 🩷🩷👩❤️👨
wait wait??
christopher❤️✨
don’t act stupid
it’s all over social media
to think you’d cheat and get away with it while being a fucking influencer is insane
christopher ❤️✨ has blocked you
nicolas 🥳🥸
did you cheat on my brother?
i want to think it’s not real but that picture deadass looks like you
oh wait your hair isn’t red anymore is it?
nevermind
i’ll talk to chris
have you spoken to him?
y/n 🤍🥳
he blocked me before i could get anything in
i didn’t even know what was happening until a few minutes ago
i didn’t cheat, nick, i promise.
nicolas 🥳🥸
i believe you
matt 🫡
chris is freaking out
wtf happened??
you cheated on him?!
y/n ‼️
i didn’t cheat, matt
it’s not me, i swear on my life 🙏🏾
my hair isn’t even red anymore, hasn’t been for nearly a month
matt🫡
😐
that’s so true
my bad
i’ll talk to chris. he’s convinced it’s you
he keeps saying how you could’ve cheated a while back and finally got exposed for it
y/n‼️
that makes no sense
the only times i’m not with him, i’m with nick, there’s no time within the two months i had my hair red that i would’ve found the time to cheat on him
and even if i did, i fucking suck at lying, how the hell would i have gotten that past him ?!
matt 🫡
tried telling him that.
kid damn near slammed my finger in the door
starting to think i shouldn’t get him the love of his life back 😐
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it’s been nearly two weeks since you’ve spoken to or seen chris. he seemed to have been thoroughly convinced that you cheated on him.
you weren’t able to get through to him due to him blocking you. you could have tried messaging him through instagram since he hadn’t blocked on the app, but you knew the amount of dms he got a day so the chances of him even seeing your message was slim to none.
with him not blocking you on instagram came the sadness of seeing him slowing either delete or archive the pictures he had of you two on his account.
truthfully, you didn’t cheat on him and his lack of trust in you and your relationship felt like knives to the chest.
you knew how chris was, he’d eventually realize he was in the wrong and finally try to talk to you.
now, you weren’t so sure how you would feel if he did. it’s genuinely hurt you to know that one simple thing could lead to him doubting your love for him completely. you weren’t fond of being in a relationship with someone that chose to listen to strangers rather than to hear it from the source.
you just finished stress cleaning up your room, a pile of chris’ belongings off to the side in case he had one of his brothers stop by to come grab it.
just as you were about to take a break, your phone began to go off with people mentioning you on a video on tiktok.
curious, you sat in your desk chair, your heart pounding in your chest as you watched a girl, who could easily be mistaken as you, set up her camera.
video-
‘hi, my names jasmine- jas if we’re close.’
she chuckled, tugging her red hair behind her ear.
‘recently, there’s been a picture of me and my boyfriend going around. in the photo, we can be seen kissing, but my back is towards whoever it was that took the picture.’
she cleared her throat, adjusting her posture. the exact photo that got people confused showed up in the corner of your screen.
‘now, i don’t do social media. i’m not an influencer, but i am aware of what goes on, you know what i mean? anyway- people think that i’m the youtuber yn ln.’
she laughed in disbelief.
‘i wasn’t going to say anything because, again, i don’t do social media. but i saw the poor girl getting hate because people think she cheated on her boyfriend chris. i’m here to clear it up. that is me in the picture, not yn. here’s a side by side of the picture the stranger took, and l a picture from the same day that my boyfriend and i took.’
as she said this, a cute photo of jasmine and her boyfriend smiling at the camera appeared on the right side of the picture that got you canceled.
‘i doubt she’d see this, but if she does, i’m so sorry that i didn’t come out sooner to say anything. but last thing i want is for someone to get hated on for something they didn’t do.’
and with that, the video ended.
you couldn’t stop yourself from going to the comments to see what people thought.
sturniolosbaby i bet y’all are embarrassed 😭
nicksbabygirl you guys ruined a relationship and it wasn’t even her 💀 that’s sick @/yn.ln @/christophersturniolo
chrispepsicola oh wow @/yn.ln
mattskisses it might not have been her in the pic but she still could’ve cheated
>>> sturniolosbiggestfan don’t start 😐
letstripbaby @/yn.ln @/christophersturniolo @/nicolassturniolo @/matthew.sturniolo @/sturniolotriplets
>>> babysturn damn tag their parents while you’re at it 😭💀
ynxsturniolo @/yn.ln look at these morons
nicksgaywife chris already deleted their photos together on instagram, look wtf you guys did 😒 @/yn.ln @/christophersturniolo
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nicolas 🥳🥸
bitch
link to tiktok
chris is so upset right now
warning‼️
he’s begging matt to drop him off at yours. figured you should know before you start packing his shit
y/n 🤍🥳
too late…
#sturniolo triplets#nick sturniolo#chris sturniolo x reader#chris sturniolo fluff#chris sturniolo imagine#chris sturniolo#matt sturniolo
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Until he gets tired.
Heian Era! Ryomen Sukuna x Male! Reader
Warnings: 🕊️ DEAD DOVE, DO NOT EAT. Dom! sukuna, sub! reader. reader is simply crazy. Size kink, cut play, mention of the term 'sex slave', dub-con, sex even when passed out, bulge in the belly, begging, abusive relationship, words written intentionally wrong, sukuna has two dicks, fainting, monster romance (for obvious reasons). DNI MINORS.
Summary: Being Sukuna's partner is something completely insane. Aside from the fact that Sukuna is incapable of loving anyone, he seems to take a twisted pleasure in hurting his partners. Every night, [Name] knows that the next day, he will wake up completely destroyed.
The climate was pleasant. Not too cold, not too hot, a gentle breeze blew through the walls and windows of Sukuna's temple. But what made everything scary and strange were the screams that came from inside.
Today was a special day. [Name] and Sukuna, the king of curses, had completed a hundred years together, as partners. Normally no one would celebrate this, since... Who would want to stand next to Sukuna? No one would be crazy enough to do that.
But, [Name] is.
"Uhm~ 'Kuna..."
The ancient sorcerer purrs. [Name] was sitting in the lap of the curse, skin completely exposed for anyone to see, but protected so no one can touch. And of course no one would touch, who would even dare to come close to the one who is so 'well taken care of' by Ryomen Sukuna. His chest was already completely red and full of small cuts, which were leaking almost invisible drops of blood. He didn't even know how he managed to stay awake anymore, it seemed simply impossible not to pass out there. Not because of the small and insignificant loss of blood, but rather for the pain in his lower parts.
[Name] couldn't move, couldn't even dare breathe wrong, if he didn't want to get slapped in the face. It seemed like an impossible task, and it really was, since Sukuna's dick wasn't just anything, or just an organ. It was big, ridiculously big, it seemed like a joke to imagine that it could fit on someone. So much so that only the cockhead managed to enter the sorcerer's body.
But Sukuna didn't care at all, of course not. He smiled when he saw his flushed face, expressing pain and clearly distorted pleasure. And instead of helping, he only makes the situation worse, squeezing hard around [Name]'s entire length so that he's unable to cum. This felt more like a punishment than a reward for staying by his side for so long.
"Such a dirty little whore... Are you that used to it? Don't you even scream in desperation for me to get out of you? I don't know if I find this interesting or pathetic." He says, with his typical arrogant and self-centered tone.
Deciding that he would take things more seriously, the King of Curses pulls [Name]'s hands close enough to him, so that the younger man is completely lying on top of Sukuna, being the perfect target for the all-out aggression the older man has in mind. He liked seeing his partner like this, but he much preferred seeing him screaming and crying because he couldn't handle his dick.
[Name] lets out a howl of pain as his severed chest is thrown hard against Sukuna's chest. It was like a thousand needles going into his skin because of the small cuts located in the area, but he still managed to find pleasure in the pain.
"Sukuna...! That hurts...!"
"I know."
Suddenly, agonizing screams of pain can be heard from far away. The screams were definitely from [Name], who was now being fucked mercilessly. He drooled against the other man's shoulder while still going through the trouble of jerking off his other cock. It was always so painful, the older man's balls aggressively slapped his ass, while his dick reached the deepest layer of his body, crushing his prostate with ease.
"Stop, please!~ Sho painf- ah!"
He doesn't even have time to complain before another of Sukuna's tricks is revealed. The two bodies completely glued together served so that the mouth on the monster-man's stomach could willingly take in [Name]'s red and swollen cock. He doesn't even know what to feel. It hurts, but he's about to cum!
And...
...To faint...
This lasts all night, and several times, [Name] even faints. It didn't end until Sukuna got tired, and he could never easily get tired of his beloved sex slave. When [Name] wakes up in the morning, a small pool of blood was formed on his bed, and next to the bed, a calm and silent Sukuna was cleaning his own body, which was dirty with fluids from both of them. When looking at his body, the sorcerer realizes that his chest was no longer the only thing that was bleeding, but his entire body. His belly was even full, certainly from Sukuna's loads of cum, which were clearly not few. He can barely stay awake for long before passing out again from exhaustion and blood loss.
#male reader#jujutsu kaisen#ryomen sukuna#sukuna smut#jjk x reader#jjk sukuna#smut#sukuna x reader#sukuna x male reader#jjk#dead dove do not eat
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Six And A Half Minutes
word count: 1608 || avg. reading time: 7 mins. (ironically)
pairing: University!AU Suna x chubby!Reader
genre: Smutty McSmutterson, teasing, nipple play, friends to lovers (?)
warnings: mdni, nsfw, swearing, mentions of insecurities
synopsis: you haven‘t had sex in a while and your best friend offers to help out
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“Don’t.“
“I wasn’t doing anything.“
“I know that look. Don’t call him.“
Rintarou had just stepped out of his bathroom back to the living room to find you staring at your phone, biting your nails in thought.
“I doubt he‘s even up, it‘s almost 2am.“
“Good, then put the phone away.“
“Ha, bit rich coming from you.“
He confiscated the device of temptation, ignoring the pout that followed.
“Yer gettin’ this back when I know yer gonna behave.“ He shook his head, flicking some access water from his hair into your face - like spraying a misbehaving puppy with a water bottle.
You turned back to the TV, sinking deeper into the collar of your PJs.
Exams were finally over and to celebrate you had planned a movie marathon with your best friend. Since the news predicted a nasty storm tonight you both decided you would spend the night on his couch.
“Why call the bastard anyways?“
You shrugged, not looking at him.
“Booty call? Christ, y/n, can‘t ya just watch porn like the rest of us?“
“Eh, nothing‘s been doing it for me lately. I was so annoyed by the breakup and exhausted from studying that it‘s been well over a month since I-“, you stopped when you realized what you were saying.
He grinned. “Ya know, if you need it that badly, I‘ll step up.“
“Oh, you brave soul. I‘m good.“, you scoffed.
“Ya were just about to call a lyin‘, cheatin‘ jerk and somehow my offer is ridiculous?“
“Don‘t take this the wrong way, but I don‘t wanna fuck my best friend and I highly doubt you want that either.“
Rintarou bit back a remark, then sighed and said, “We don‘t have to have sex to make ya feel good, ya know.“
“What are you gonna do? Stare me to orgasm?“
You finally managed to look at him - he didn’t seem to be joking.
“Nah, but I‘ve been told I‘m pretty good with my hands. And mouth.“
“What are you even saying right now? I don‘t want you anywhere near…“, you vaguely gestured to your lap.
“Alright then. Bet I can make ya cum by just playin‘ with yer boobs.“
“Oh my god, you‘re serious.“
“Well yeah, thanks for noticin‘.“
You chewed your bottom lip in thought.
“What happens if you manage to make me cum?“, you asked in a small voice.
He shrugged. “Then ya owe me one.“
The offer did sound exciting and you’d be lying if you said he had never crossed your mind during intimate moments you had with yourself. But this was insane! So many things could go wrong with this. What if things would turn weird afterwards and you‘d lose him as a friend?
“If it’s too weird like this we can set a timer or somethin‘.”, he suggested, as always reading your thoughts right off your face.
“Alright… how long… do you think you need? A minute?”
“One minute?! Are ya kidding? I’m good, but not that good!”
You laughed nervously. “Fine. 3 minutes?”
“10.”
“10?! No! That’s too long.”
“Fine, 8.”
“How about 5?”
“7.”
“What are you doing?”
“Just keepin’ it realistic. 5 isn’t enough.”
“You can do it in 5.”, you said, trying to add a light encouraging tone as a joke.
He didn’t budge. “7.”
“Why 7?”
“Cause 7 minutes in heaven.”
He grinned again.
“I remember those seven minutes always being very long and awkward. 6.”
“7.”
“This is not how this compromising thing works!”
“Hey, yer the one who wants to get off.”
“Fine…” you say, feeling heat creeping into your cheeks, “6 and a half.”
“For fuck sake. Fine six and a half. But don’t complain if ya don’t cum.”
Your ears were ringing from his bluntness and you rubbed your legs together, trying to covertly get some friction.
He muted the TV and scooched closer, nodding towards your top.
You were pretty sure your whole face was bright red at this point.
“Ya gotta lift yer shirt for me or take it off, whatever ya prefer.“
The insecurities came flooding in. Sitting was not the sexiest pose you had to offer. Your belly fat rolled and bunched, then there were the stretchmarks clawing at your skin, plus you knew you had a terrible posture, making you sit like the hunchback of Notre Dame. You squeezed your eyes shut tightly and took a deep breath, slowly lifting the hem.
“Wait.“, he suddenly said and got up, hurrying out of the room.
Your shoulders sagged. Didn‘t take much for him to run for the hills. You wanted to bury your face in your hands but a few moments later he was already back, a tie in his hand.
“W-what are you doing?“, you stammered.
“Well, ya looked super uncomfortable so I figured a blindfold might help. I don‘t have a proper one so I guess my old uniform tie has to do.“
That was… surprisingly thoughtful and sweet. You smiled and relaxed a bit.
With his help you used the red tie to cover your eyes. He made sure your hair wasn‘t caught anywhere and the knot wasn‘t too tight.
“Lay back.“, he said simply. You swallowed and slowly lowered yourself until your head touched the armrest.
“Ya comfy now?“
You nodded.
“Alright.“
You heard him tapping on his phone. “Timer’s set, lift yer shirt.“
Feeling a little more confident now, you did as he told you.
The complete darkness provided by the makeshift blindfold helped a lot and the cold breeze from his aircon brushed gently over your exposed skin.
If your nipples hadn‘t already been hard from the whole conversation before, they were now.
You heard him curse, then shift on the couch. You waited in your own private darkness. The only sound was the quiet whirring of the air con.
And then your bra was pulled down and his hands were on your breasts, caressing, just on the sides at first. A gasp dropped from your lips and you shivered, arching your back into the touch.
Rintarou‘s mouth was dry. He couldn‘t believe this was real. Your skin was so much softer than he had imagined. With calloused fingers he brushed over your flesh, just teasing at first, so very pleased when, with another shudder, goosebumps started to appear on your skin. Your nipples looked so fucking tempting but he wanted to build to it. Not like he had a lot of time, but he needed to savor this. When he finally cupped your breasts he had to bite his lips to stop a new stream of curses. Pillowy and inviting he wanted nothing more than to rest his head and fall asleep. Or push his painfully hard cock between them.
He was already two minutes down. Shit.
He loved how sensitive you were to every squeeze, every brush. You really hadn‘t had any release in weeks, huh. Fuck, he wanted you. He licked his lips and lowered his head. Holding your breasts in both hands he drew circles with the tip of his tongue around your nipples.
And you moaned. Sending lust filled surges straight to his cock. He felt the twitch in his sweats. He needed you to do that again.
He moved to the other nipple, making sure to flick the abandoned one with his finger. You started to squirm and he was rewarded with another moan.
More. More. He closed his lips around you, sucking gently, swirling his tongue around the perfect little pebble in his mouth.
Oh, he was addicted to you. There was nothing else but you. He let your nipple go, only to set kisses to your skin and blow on your little pearls, wet from his saliva.
“Fuck, Rintarou…“
He was getting dizzy, his movements became needier and it took all of his remaining focus to not start rutting his stiff cock against your plush thighs.
Your whimpers and sighs were almost non-stop now and he just openly groaned with your perfect tits in his mouth now, the vibrations tickling your nipples.
Where had the time gone? When he glanced over at his phone, he only had a minute left.
He nibbled at your breasts, sucking deep red marks into the flesh. His hands, so careful and gentle at first, now became groping and he moaned loudly when his cock made accidental contact with your leg. He was not above humping you like a dog but he really needed you to cum first.
“Oh God, yes… Yes, nngh, Rintarou, fuck…“
Shit, were you close? He pinched your nipples, then let them plop out of his mouth before really latching on like his life depended on it.
Cum for me, he thought. Please.
You raised your hand and he almost came right there himself, when your fingers ran through his hair, pulling him closer to you.
“Fuck, y/n, cum for me.“, he whispered against your skin, “Ya can do it. Cum for me, baby.“
And the timer went off.
Startled by the noise you shot up, removing the blindfold.
The brightness of the lights left you disoriented for a moment. Rintarou sat before you, out of breath, flushed, disheveled. You had never seen this kind of hunger in his eyes. You felt embarrassed, fixing your bra over your slick covered breasts and lowering the hem of your shirt.
You still felt him on your skin. Why did you stop him? Maybe he would have continued, if you hadn‘t. Shit, you were so close.
While trying to avoid his eyes, your gaze landed on his sweats and the rather sizable imprint of his cock pushing against the fabric.
He didn‘t hide it. He knew you saw it. And he was waiting for your next move.
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a/n: part 2
@nyctophilicroses - covertly slides over another Suna smut fic with chubby reader
#suna x chubby reader#haikyuu x chubby reader#suna x reader#haikyuu smut#suna smut#suna rintarou#hq suna#haikyuu suna#chubby reader#suna rintaro x reader#suna rintaro smut#suna rintaro x you
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hide and seek || edward nashton / the riddler x fem reader (nsfw !) ⋆｡𖦹°‧★
summary || your sex life recently with edward has been non existent. with him being so focused on his plans for gotham, you have found your needs being neglected. you decide to take initiative and plan a fun game for edward while he's at work.
warnings || SMUT!! there is plot but this is pretty much straight up porn lol. reader and edward role-play a kidnapping scenario but everything is consensual!! slapping, restraints, degradation, light knife play, overstimulation, p in v, pussy eating, choking, hunting(?kind of?), (fake) threats of violence, mentions of stalking, the suit stays ON during sex, some weird purity/ corruption stuff in this idk i think a demon possessed me halfway through writing this. minors please do not interact!!
word count || 4k i did not mean for it to be this long oopsie!!
notes || i haven't written smut in a LONG time so i am so sorry if this is straight up garbage pls go easy on me. recently reread year one and im seriously going insane the hyperfixation is so back guys. i love writing edward so much especially when it comes to writing some nasty porn about him LOL. i srsly had no idea how to end this so its kinda bad sorry D:
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In recent months, you have found yourself growing increasingly frustrated. For the longest time, you haven’t had the faintest idea of what has been causing this, and that has caused it to manifest itself in various ways throughout your everyday life. You have found yourself much more easily annoyed by the most minor inconveniences, and have had repeated warnings at work to stop arguing with customers over the pettiest of matters.
One afternoon in late November, whilst attempting to share in your boyfriend’s body heat on the sofa of your freezing living room, watching the news and listening to him ramble about finally ‘revealing the truth,’ it hits you.
Edward hasn’t fucked you in months.
Even before this change, you didn’t have the most active sex life- you were both too busy holding down your day jobs whilst simultaneously investigating the corruption poorly concealed beneath Gotham’s cobbled streets. Still, you’d find the time every other week or so to take care of each other.
You love having sex with Edward; he’s so gentle with you, handling you like a precious gem that will shatter if dropped. He always makes sure your needs are met before he even thinks of himself, worshipping your body with an obsession akin to a deeply faithful Catholic’s love for Christ himself.
But sometimes... it can get boring. Not as boring as not having sex at all, but boring enough that you often find yourself lying awake at night, longing for Edward to keep up his Riddler persona for just a little while longer after he arrives home from doing whatever he does to have the coppery scent of blood soaking into the walls of your small apartment.
You know your frustration will only worsen the longer you go without having sex, so you decide to do a small experiment.
You take the next few days off work, pretending to be sick, and Edward, usually ever attentive to your every need, your Edward, who begins panicking if you all but sniffle the wrong way, barely notices. With your theory proven that his work has been turning him into someone who is evidently not your sweet Edward, you begin doing everything you can for even an ounce of attention from him. You give him shoulder massages after he returns home from a long day at work, cook him his favourite meals, run baths for him, at some point it evolves into you all but throwing yourself at him, and you have to take a step back to reevaluate your approach. Being that desperate for sex is not a good look, especially when your boyfriend is completely oblivious to how horny you are.
You decide you need to formulate a plan to force him to focus on you.
It starts with the lingerie. You scour the shopping apps on your phone for an embarrassingly long time, trying to find something perfect. You eventually come across a pretty lilac set, its sheer mesh bra framed with soft ruffles and feminine frills to accentuate your chest, and immediately order it, even begrudgingly spending a little extra for next day delivery.
The next step of your plan is to come up with a simple puzzle, something stimulating but still to the point- you're so horny that you know the next time you’re in a room with Edward while he still has that Riddler costume on, it’s going to take some real self-restraint to stop yourself from ripping it off him.
The final step of your plan is waiting for the perfect moment to put everything into action. You realise it isn’t the most complicated or glamorous scheme to ever exist, but if it manages to work and allows you to finally get some action, you won’t be complaining.
One evening, when it’s well past 5pm, and definitely well past the time Edward should have been home from the office, you get a text from your beloved.
hi honey, moved tuesday’s plans forward to today. got an opening with savage and cant miss it. will be home late- ill pick up food on my way back. love you.
we’re finally making some REAL change : )
You almost leap out of your chair with excitement, rushing around the apartment to make sure everything is in place for your little game of hide and seek.
When Edward finally returns home, the apartment is dark- it’s well past 11pm, so he figures you’re in bed. He sighs, setting down the takeaway bag on the coffee table and calling out your name, pausing when you don’t answer. You always wait up for him when he’s running his late-night ‘errands.’ When he thinks about it more, he realises you didn’t even text him back earlier this evening; you’ve been sick, too- what if you collapsed, or had complications, or worse?
Before he can begin panicking, he finally notices the lit candle on the kitchen counter. Next to it is a piece of paper, which Edward gingerly picks up with shaking hands, reading the five words scrawled across it.
‘Dear Riddler,
Come find me.’
Confusion clouds Edward’s mind for a moment before he realises that he’s reading your handwriting, and the sweet flowery scent giving him a headache is his favourite perfume of yours. He stands still for a moment, rereading the note as the familiar feeling of want begins to curl in his lower belly. You’ve never actually addressed him as the Riddler before.
He definitely likes it.
You crouch uncomfortably in your hiding space beneath the dining table, straining your ears against the silence of the apartment as you try to gauge how Edward has taken your little game based off his breathing. You hear the rustling of fabric and the sound of something zipping up, and realise he must’ve slipped his jacket and mask back on because his breaths are definitely muffled now.
He begins taking slow, deliberate steps around the apartment, his combat boots loudly thudding on the wooden floorboards as he does so. You suddenly feel very vulnerable in only your undergarments and wonder if this is how his victims must feel, a thrill tingling deliciously up your spine.
You shift a little in your spot, trying to find a way to crouch comfortably while also remaining out of sight. Your heart pounds so hard in anticipation of being spotted that you’re sure Edward can hear it, especially when his footsteps begin to head towards your hiding spot.
You bite the inside of your cheek, trying to keep the sound of your breathing to an absolute minimum; the silence in your apartment is deafening and, for the first time in all the years you have known him, you begin to feel almost weary of Edward’s presence. In this moment, you’re not just Edward’s partner.
You’re his prey.
So wrapped up in your own mind, you don’t hear Edward’s footsteps behind you. You feel two strong, gloved hands grab your hips and rip you out of your thoughts. You squeal giddily as Edward throws you onto the wooden dining table, biting your lip to stifle the giggles that threaten to spill out.
Edward looms over you, his glasses glinting in the moonlight that seeps into the apartment through the cracks in the blinds. He is completely silent, save for the heavy breaths muffled by his mask. When he finally speaks, his voice is low and raspy, and the sound of it sends tiny shivers of excitement up your arms.
“I’ve been watching you for so long. Every move you make, I’ve followed from the shadows, waiting for the perfect moment to snatch you up. Do you know how hard it’s been? Hearing your pathetic whimpers while you fuck yourself every night, and having to wait until it’s me making you unravel? But now I have you here, all to myself, and no one is around to save you.”
The sight of him like this, so indescribably large compared to you, looking down on you like a lion that has captured its prey and is about to rip it to shreds- it sends sparks of arousal through you that pool in your sheer underwear. You look up at Edward through your eyelashes, smiling innocently.
“Looks like you caught me.”
With that, he drags you up, throwing you over his shoulder as he heads towards your bedroom. Your face burns, unsure of when or how he got so strong, and the anticipation of what he is about to do to you sends tingles of delight down your spine.
Edward throws you carelessly onto the bed before straddling you. He wordlessly grasps your wrists in one gloved hand, holding them above your head while he rips off a piece of duct tape from the roll that dangles from his belt, and binds them together securely. He subtly tilts his head to the side, and you can read him so well at this point that you know he’s asking if your restraints are too tight. You shake your head, and he immediately melts back into character, sweeping his gaze down your exposed body predatorily.
His gloved hands reach forward, roughly groping your breasts, pinching and rolling your clothed nipples between his fingers. You squeak, writhing beneath him, deciding to put on a bit of a show with it.
“P... please, don’t...” you whimper pathetically, bucking your hips into his. You hear him groan under his breath above you, removing one hand from your chest to grip your chin harshly, squishing your cheeks together. “Shut up.” His voice is low and dangerous when he speaks, a complete contrast to the sweet voice Edward usually addresses you with. “You’re trapped here, and no one is coming for you. You can scream as loud as you want, it won’t make a difference.”
“You’re so pitiful, dressed up like one of those whores on the street just to get my attention.” He breathes out slowly, slipping a gloved finger beneath your bra to massage your nipple. “I can’t say it hasn’t worked, but a whore is still a whore. You need to be cleansed, like the rest of the filth in this city, and the only person willing to do that is me. That’s why,” he pauses, the hand gripping your chin roughly yanking your mouth open as he leans over you, pulling up his mask slightly and spitting in your mouth, “you will take everything I give to you like a grateful little bitch.”
He slaps your face, hard enough to sting but not enough to bruise, and you swallow the mixture of your saliva and his. You can’t stop the moan that slips out from between your parted lips, and he locks eyes with you, his pupils blown so wide with arousal that his eyes appear completely black in the low light. He leans forward again, pulling up his mask, and harshly kisses you, pushing his tongue into your mouth as his knee forces your legs apart. You whimper when you feel his erection brush against your thigh and he bites down on your bottom lip, hard. He moves his focus to your neck and collarbones, attacking the sensitive skin with kisses and bites, marking every inch of you that’s visible.
“This is so,” he murmurs breathlessly between fervent kisses to your skin- and, Christ, is he smelling you?- “everyone knows you were fucked by the Riddler. You’d like that, wouldn’t you? For everyone to know that you’re such a whore that getting fucked by a serial killer gets that pathetic cunt of yours completely soaked.” You moan at his words, arching your back to press your chest against his as you grind against his knee.
“Such a needy little thing. One touch from me and you’re already at my complete disposal.” He leans back on his heels to look over you, your hair a complete mess, your lips swollen and as red as the flush on your skin. The strap of your bra has slipped down your shoulder and Edward’s breaths become haggard as he reaches for the knife on his belt; he cuts away the fabric hiding your breasts from him, much to your dismay (that lingerie set was pretty fucking expensive), and immediately takes one of your nipples in his mouth, swirling his tongue around the sensitive bud before biting down lightly. You moan louder, squirming against your restraints and trying to pull away from him.
He slaps you again, harder this time, running the flat side of his knife against the mark that begins blooming on your cheek. “If you don’t shut up and take it like a good girl, I'll have to hurt you.” He presses a chaste kiss to your parted lips. “I wouldn’t want to ruin a face as pretty as yours.”
You whimper, rubbing your clothed core against Edward’s thigh, feeling the arousal in your lower belly build from the stimulation. Edward certainly doesn’t miss this, his eyes widening slightly as he peels your underwear away from your pussy. A string of your own slick connects you to the mesh fabric, and you can hear the amusement in Edward’s voice when he says, “oh, I’m going to ruin you.”
He cuts your underwear away, dragging his knife down your body painfully slowly. You shiver from the cool metal, whining from frustration when Edward’s gloved fingers spread your glistening folds, pointedly ignoring your throbbing clit.
“You pathetic girl... so wet for me. No one else could get you to react like this from their words alone, could they?” You shake your head rapidly, wiggling your hips in an attempt to get closer to Edward’s fingers. “Say it, then.” He begins lazily rubbing circles into your clit, causing you to cry out with relief at him finally touching you. He runs the blunt end of his knife across your neck, twisting it in his hand so the tip presses into your skin, not quite breaching your flesh. “Nice and clear for me. Tell me that you’re my bitch.”
You moan when he begins speeding up his movements on your clit, stumbling over your words. “I.. I’m your- your b-” He cuts you off with another slap to your cheek, and the action sends a sharp jolt of pleasure right to your clit, causing you to choke out a moan. “Not quite, pretty girl. Try again. Whose bitch are you?” Your eyes narrow with confusion for a second before you realise what he wants you to say.
“I’m th- the Riddler’s bitch.”
He nods, satisfied, pushing two gloved fingers inside of you while the other continues rubbing your clit. You can feel your orgasm approaching embarrassingly fast, whimpering and giving Edward a pleading look.
He nods wordlessly and you unravel, your orgasm enveloping your body in a blissful warmth as your pussy clenches hard around Edward’s fingers. He breathes out through his nose, hard, as he watches you cum, his cock throbbing at the feeling of your pussy spasming around his fingers.
Edward pulls his fingers out of you when your body finally finishes shaking, inspecting your wetness on them in the low light of your bedroom for several moments, before pushing them under his mask and sucking them clean. He moans at the taste of you, and you feel his dick twitching against your leg as he closes his eyes, savouring you. He sighs, opening his eyes.
“I need more.”
Before you can react, he’s gripping your waist with strong hands, dragging your body up against him, holding you up almost completely off the bed, and hooking your legs over his shoulders. Edward gazes at your drenched cunt with a hunger in your eyes that you've never seen displayed by him, his breaths deep and shaky as he smells the arousal leaking out of you. You squeak, thighs still quivering from your previous orgasm.
“W-wait, Ed- Riddler, I... I’m still t-too sensitive for...” You cut yourself out with a cry of pained pleasure as he latches his mouth onto your pussy, pushing his tongue into your sensitive hole. You sob as he sucks on your clit, shocks of overstimulation wracking through you as you weakly kick your legs against him, your body growing limp. The sounds Edward makes as he devours your pussy are obscene, the room filling with echoes of your cries and Edward’s moans as he sucks and licks crudely at your sex.
He pulls away occasionally, praising and degrading you in barely coherent pussydrunk babbles: “such a perfect girl for me,” “stupid bitch, such a needy whore for your savior,” “so pretty with mascara running down your face,” “any louder and I'll give you a real reason to cry,” “taste so good, i need all of you.” And it’s all so much, his tongue writhing so deep inside you, the grip of his hands on your ass, the cool leather biting into your flesh, the way he moans and ruts into the bed from the taste of you, and before you can even breathe you’re cumming again, and you’re cumming so hard your back lifts off the bed entirely, the strength of your orgasm rocking you all the way to your core. Your mind goes blank as a chain of choked moans and sobs spill from between your lips, all you can focus on being the way Edward continues to fuck you with his tongue all the way through your orgasm. You can feel your slick sliding down your thighs, and when Edward pulls away you can see it dripping down his chin, and you don’t miss the proud grin on his face as he pulls down his mask.
He drops you back onto the bed, straddling you once more and wiping your slick from his chin with his finger, motioning for you to open your mouth. You obey him and he pushes the digit inside, motioning for you to suck it clean. When he pulls his finger from your mouth, his eyes darken, and you can practically feel the smug smile in his words. “Such a good little girl for me, aren’t you? No one can make you cum like I can... and I can still smell how horny you are for me. You’re so needy, yet you’re never satisfied.”
He tilts his head, and the dim light from the lamp behind him illuminates him similarly to a halo, and you almost find yourself beginning to create a religion in your head just to worship him.
“I don’t think you’re being very grateful.”
You begin crying out words of thanks, rubbing your legs together to lessen the ache of overstimulation. Edward's knees cage you in, and he grips one of your thighs with his hands.
“Quit your grovelling and stop fucking moving when I’m talking to you.” His hand travels to your face, cupping your cheek with a surprising tenderness as he sighs. “You’re still so filthy... look what this city has done to you. I suppose I’m your last hope.”
He unbuckles his belt and unzips his trousers, finally freeing his cock from its confines. The tip is an angry red and leaks with precum, and Edward lets out a breathy moan as he strokes it. He spreads your legs, lining himself up with your sex and pushing into you slowly. He gazes down at you, a complete mess beneath him, and groans. “You’re so lucky... being fucked by Gotham’s salvation...”
You can barely think, let alone speak, and when Edward begins moving his hips, his thumb finding your clit and massaging it, you sob, tears streaming down your cheeks. He moves in and out of your agonisingly slowly, and when you look up at him, you can make out that his eyes are closed as he savours the feeling of you.
“Your virgin pussy is so... so fucking tight. Oh... h-how does it feel to be fucked by your saviour? Your God?”
You sniffle beneath him, choking on your sobs as he speeds up to a punishing pace, his cock bruising your insides. He grabs at every inch of you, his hands finding refuge around your throat.
“Oh, you’re so good. You were so filthy, but I will cleanse you. I will purify you; I will plant the seed of hope within you, and you will be saved.”
He babbles on as he fucks you, squeezing his fingers around your throat, verging on crushing your windpipe but never quite gripping hard enough. You cry out for him, so cockdrunk and lightheaded from your sudden lack of oxygen that you find yourself looping your bound wrists around his neck, pulling him forward and crashing your lips to the rough leather of his mask. He makes a noise of surprise before his fingers once again find your clit, rubbing at it desperately as his hips begin to stutter against your own.
Edward, ever the gentlemen, wants you to cum before him; you feel your cheeks grow warm at the thought, and pull away to look at him. You can barely keep your focus on him, your vision going hazy, and he begins assaulting your clit with more fervor.
“Be a good little angel and cum for your savior.”
Your vision goes white as the orgasm rips through you, your entire body spasming as your pussy clenches down hard on Edward’s cock. He has to stop moving to prevent himself from cumming as he guides you through your own orgasm, his fingers weaving through your hair as he coos at you.
“Yes, that’s it. Such a perfect girl. So pretty cumming on my cock.”
He begins speeding up again, his hips slapping against yours with a clumsy rhythm, his breathy moans growing louder and more desperate with each thrust. You lay, exhausted, whimpering incoherent words of encouragement to him as he chases after his own climax.
You feel him begin to pull out and you weakly wrap your legs around his hips. “W-want you inside. Need... need you to cleanse me from the inside.”
Your words are what tip Edward over the edge, and he whimpers loudly as his cum spills inside you, his hips grinding into yours as he relishes in the aftershocks of his orgasm.
Thank God you're on birth control.
Edward slowly pulls out of you and cuts the duct tape that binds you, gently pressing kisses to the insides of your wrists. He pulls off his fogged up glasses and his mask, placing a gentle kiss to your lips as he smiles at you worriedly.
“I didn’t go too far, did I?”
There's your lovely Eddie.
You shake your head, laughing weakly and he smiles, pushing his glasses back up his nose as he helps you to your feet and guides you to the bathroom, letting you use his body for support. Edward sits you on the lip of the bath and dampens a towel, gentle cleaning you up and placing loving kisses to every bare patch of skin he can reach. He reluctantly leaves you alone to freshen up as he straightens up the bed, changing into his pajamas and finding your favourite t shirt of his to sleep in.
When you re-enter the bedroom, with a slight limp that Edward definitely notices but refuses to comment on, he dresses you and tucks you into bed before lying next to you, brushing your hair out of your eyes.
“Sorry I’ve been so... distant lately.”
When you go to answer him, he rubs his thumb soothingly on your cheek and you get the message that he hasn’t finished talking.
“We have big things planned, we both know that, but... it wasn’t right of me to not look after you when, now that I look back at it, you really made it obvious that you needed me to. I hope you can forgive me.”
You smile, pressing a shy kiss to Edward’s lips.
“Don’t apologise, Eddie. There’s nothing to be sorry for. You can apologise tomorrow when I can’t feel my legs or sit down properly for a week.”
He laughs and buries his face in your neck, inhaling your scent.
“I really love you, you silly girl. A-and..."
He pulls away from you but continues to avert his gaze, his cheeks pink and a lopsided grin tugging at his lips.
"The, um, th-the lingerie was very pretty, you looked really lovely. I'm, ah, sorry about..."
He doesn't meet your eyes and you snort, bringing a hand to rest on his cheek with a fond smile.
"Yeah. That I'm not so quick to forgive. You have no idea how expensive nice underwear is when you're a woman."
Edward laughs shyly, delicately holding your wrist and pressing tender kisses to your palm that leave you melting. The heat in his eyes, however, is undeniable.
"I absolutely will not complain if you decide to spend all my money on pretty lingerie and then decide to model said lingerie for me."
"You're unbelievable."
You both laugh as Edward continues peppering soft kisses up your arm, then your bruising neck before finally meeting your lips in a tender kiss. He pulls away, and the way he looks at you with such love and adoration almost makes you tear up.
Edward twirls a strand of hair around his finger, pulling you closer to his chest. His fingers reach up and he begins combing them through your hair properly, whispering sweet praise to you as you find yourself dozing off.
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Moments of Praise — Bangchan and Felix.
GENRE ✰ Smut, Fem!Reader
SUMMARY ✰ How these two praise you in your intimate moments.
WARNING ✰ pure smut. tehehehehehe!
Bangchan
It all started with a dream. A dream in which a combination everything he adores about you, and every beautiful memory the two of you have shared thus far engulfed him in his sleep. He woke up so extremely hard, although the dream itself was innocent, which he truthfully felt guilty for. However, it wasn’t enough guilt to stop his prerogative. He slowly begins to leave his dream state and grabs his phone that he now realizes didn’t charge. He had enough juice to slip you a quick call, though.
“You okay, baby?” Your voice is raspy and barely audible, which shows Chan that you too, had also just woke up. Your fluffy white duvet is hiding half of your face, and it makes him a tad bit sad because he loves how puffy your face is in the morning.
“Yeah. I’m sorry for the early call. I just wanted to tell you that you’re so beautiful.”
He knows you’re going to laugh and protest that he must have done something wrong to tell such a lie, and that’s exactly what you say.
“Don’t laugh.” He chuckles. “I’m being serious. You’re perfect, love. You’re so…” He pretends to ponder, although he already knows what his next words will be, “…precious.” He finishes. “And truthfully, it’s taking every fiber in my being to not come to your house right now and show you how perfect you are, but I’m trying to refrain.”
He failed.
His hands now find themselves buried deep in your panties, and he can tell with the look of utter confusion on your features, although it’s mixed with pleasure, that you’re questioning what you did to deserve this. That’s okay though, because he loves the way you become so…submissive when he tells you how genuinely amazing you are.
“Don’t look at me like that princess. You know you deserve this. You’ve been doing such a good job at work. You’ve been so patient with me. You never complain no matter how busy I am.” His finger tips continue to rub your pearl in a circular motion, just the way you like. You’re practically grinding into his hand—this part of foreplay always turning you on so intensely.
“You’re literally fucking perfect.” He growls. “From head to toe. And you’re all mine, aren’t you sweetheart?” He interrogates. He slaps your pearl lightly before continuing to work magic with his middle and ring finger. “I don’t even deserve you, or your pretty c**t.”
Felix
Felix adores you to the deepest depths of your being. This includes the way you whined and cried for him while he teased you viciously. That's why you're lying on your back; this is the seventh time Felix has let your org*sm creep up on you, only to remove your vibrator from your cl*t and throw it on the bed.
You look absolutely stunning right now. Every part of your body is glistening, and your bedroom is filled with the scent of desperation, all thanks to your pu*** that is pooling. Felix cannot take his eyes off of you and it’s driving you insane because you know you’re on his time, right now. You could lift yourself up and try to press your lips to his, but he would simply push you back on the bed, adding more time to your edging, which is the last thing you want to do.
Felix leans forward, simultaneously chuckling. You feel the vibration from the sound as his nose connects to yours. He’s staring into your soul, fully clothed, yet you’re bare.
“You’re such a good girl, Y/N.” He growls, his smile mocking. His lips gently press against yours; it's beautiful and filled with the love you know he'll give you when you've came enough times to his liking. “The best girl.” He emphasizes as he places his member at your entrance. You’re soaked and ready for him, so it’s nothing for him to slide into your body. His hands immediately wrap themselves around your neck lightly, and he slowly begins to make himself at home inside you.
You're at a loss for words because you expected him to wreck you, but he didn't. His strokes are delicate, with inches feverishly throbbing. He clearly wants to move faster, and so do you, but he isn't. Why?
“Look, baby.” He instructs, looking down at where your bodies are currently connecting. “You see how well you’re taking me right now? Do you see how wet you are?”
You admire the site as requested, and it’s driving you closer and closer to your finish line you had been desperately waiting for.
“My baby,” Felix’s Aussie accent is thick with admiration and lust. "I wish you could see yourself right now." His thumb presses on your cl*t, causing the both of you to moan - him, due to him succumbing to your wetness, and you for obvious reasons. "You're so fucking beautiful. You're always so wet for me." He growls. The praise is causing you to practically collapse, which in turn fuels Felix to continue as he continues to stroke as a consistent pace.
"Who's the prettiest girl in the world, hm? You know it's you right?"
"Look at you...taking this di** like the good girl you are for me. And after such a long day too? You know I'm going to reward you."
"Fuck, you feel so good. I'm swimming, baby."
"Mhm. Grab my ass and help me f*** you good. Show me who's boss, baby."
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I AM NOT UR GF -
[ ot7 x reader ]
SEOKJIN -
y/n: i’ll kill you
jin: i’m into that
y/n: ur going to hell
jin: i’ll take you with me
y/n: i’m going to heaven i’m an angel
jin: my angel
y/n: gross
jin: only for you
y/n: we are not together
jin: ???
sorry i can’t read
y/n: clearly
jin: take ur clothes off
y/n: ???
jin: sorry autocorrect
y/n: why did you tell the boys we are dating?
jin: i did?
lmao yeah i did
sorry i could never lie to the loml like that
y/n: what?
jin: ur on my will
y/n: happy one day to us 🥂❤️
jin: i like being used
y/n: yk what i’m having second thoughts
jin: as long as it’s you using me
y/n: uncomfortable rn
jin: i’ll make you comfortable
y/n: ur the cause
jin: ur my cause ❤️
y/n: what does that even mean??
jin: kiss me
y/n: leave me alone i’m tired
jin: i’ll build you a bed
y/n: what
jin: i cook
y/n: ur like 62
jin: age is a construct
y/n: ur gonna get arrested with a mindset like that
jin: would go to jail 10x over for you
y/n: out of context this looks insane
jin: you make me insane
and keep me sane ❤️
y/n: what
are you drunk?
jin: a bit
y/n: yikes
jin: my hips work
y/n: i would hope so?
jin: use me
y/n: you need to be put down immediately
JIMIN -
y/n: ummmmm?????
jimin: ummmmm?????
y/n: i am not ur gf
jimin: ummmmm?????
y/n: why are you telling people i’m ur gf
jimin: ummmmm?????
y/n: ummmmm?????
jimin: i thought it was time to tell people
y/n: tell people lies???
jimin: we are always together anyways i am doing us a favour tbh
y/n: “am” so ur still actively telling people that we are together?
jimin: ur so smart this is why i love you 😘
y/n: so were you in love with me when you flirted with the waitress right in front of me when we went out YESTERDAY?
jimin: why were you jealous?? 😏
y/n: ur actually insane like clinically insane
jimin: it was a moment of weakness babe 🥺
y/n: moment of weakness??
you have like 20 of those a day
jimin: omg i’m just a natural flirt yk i can’t help it 😞
y/n: i think the word ur looking for is whore?
jimin: I AM NOT A WHORE
y/n: yeah ok
jimin: unless you want me to be a whore then i’m the biggest whore you know honestly and truly!!!!!!
y/n: ur gross
jimin: ofc i’ll marry you!
y/n: ???
jimin: wow i’m so emotional rn
i love you i’m so excited for our future
i know some people may say we’re moving to fast but idc the truth is that i’m so in love with you i can hardly breathe!!!
y/n: get actual help.
HOSEOK -
hobi: we
y/n: no
hobi: us
y/n: no
hobi: hands held
y/n: no
hobi: mouth 2 mouth
y/n: still no
hobi: i told my parents about us
y/n: ur mother is gonna beat ur ass for lying
hobi: i told the boys about us
y/n: we are not together
hobi: the company is next
y/n: you won’t live to see another day if you do
hobi: i hope our kids have ur eyes
y/n: i can report you for harassment you know?
hobi: my pretty gf
i love you ^^
y/n: blushed for a second
that’s all you’ll ever get out of me
hobi: ur soosososososo cute
σ(≧ε≦σ) ♡
i’m gonna eat you
y/n: this isn’t right
hobi: this is the rightest thing ever
y/n: go outside or something
hobi: come with me
y/n: there is no hope for the kids these days 😞
JUNGKOOK -
y/n: DO YOU KNOW HOW EMBARRASSING IT IS TO BE FLIRTING WITH THE KIM MINGYU AND FOR HIM TO BE LIKE “ARE YOU NOT DATING JK?”
jk: i’m going to kill myself
y/n: ARE YOU SICK IN THE HEAD IM GOING TO FIND YOU AND KILL YOU
jk: i’m already dead
y/n: GOOD
jk: i can’t believe you talk to other men
oh my god i cjant breathe rn iMmm loosing vision hhe lp mmme…
y/n: IM SO FUCKING EMBARRASSED WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU OH MY GODODJD
jk: so like did you did you tell him we’re together or…
y/n: NO U SICKX SICK FUCK
I TOLD HIM NO IM NOT WITH FUCKING JUNGKOOK ARE YOU OUT OF UR MIND
jk: wow
in all caps like that?? a bit harsh
y/n: FUCK YOU
jk: pls stop shouting yk im a sensitive soul
y/n: WHY DID YOU TELL HIM WE ARE TOGETHER????????
jk: i didn’t tell him directly omg?
i messaged him
y/n: WTF IS UR PROBLEM????
jk: WAIT DID YOU JUST SAY YOU WERE FLIRTING WITH MINGYU?????????????????????
WHAT THE FUCKCKCKDK
y/n: i hate you
i’ve never wanted to push someone out of a building so bad until i met you
jk: that’s kinda cute
you think of me??
i love you too
y/n: you have 3 days to live
jk: as long as i’m with you nothing can take me out
y/n: shut the fuck up
yk know whose taking me out tho?
mingyu 🥰
jk: what
y/n: ?
jk: i have dispatch on the phone rn
y/n: tell them
being mingyu’s gf publicly? a dream come true tbh 😍
jk: when ur new bf is kicked out his group becomes broke and is living on the streets i’m sure ur dream will be alive and well
y/n: oh it will
with my baby through thick and thin 🤞🏽
jk: i’m going to kill myself
y/n: idc!
jk: i love you
TAEHYUNG -
y/n: stop telling people we are dating i will block you
tae: did you know i need u girl was about you
y/n: didn’t even know you then
tae: i’ve always known you
y/n: creepy as hell
tae: to some
y/n: to all
tae: why don’t you want me
y/n: ur not mark lee
tae: i’m kim taehyung
y/n: exactly
tae: you could get jumped for saying stuff like that these days
y/n: oh well
it was worth it
tae: i wish you knew
i wish you knew i wanted you
y/n: i know
and you got the lyrics completely wrong
tae: my lyrics may be wrong but my feelings for you aren’t
y/n: are you not with jennie?
tae: stfu?
y/n: loser
tae: she’s not my type
you are 😘
y/n: wishing i was jennie hours 😞🙏🏽
tae: you’ll will literally never be happy without me
y/n: that’s so crazy cuz i’m like over the moon rn
tae: that’s because i’m messaging you
y/n: pretty sure it’s because i’m not with you but whatever helps you sleep at night
tae: you help me sleep at night
y/n: tough
tae: :(
YOONGI -
y/n: i’m ur girlfriend now?
yoongi: what?
y/n: you’re telling people i’m your girlfriend?
yoongi: might be true might be false
y/n: kinda crazy
yoongi: do you not want to me my girlfriend?
y/n: no?
yoongi: 😢
y/n: cry me a river
yoongi: i will
then i’ll drown myself in it
y/n: dramatic much?
yoongi: i just got my heart broken can you have someone sympathy
y/n: L
yoongi: maybe like kiss me on the lips or something and i’ll be better idk tho
y/n: is min yoongi being open and honest with me rn???
times have changed i must say
yoongi: having a gf does that to a man
y/n: really?
yoongi: yep being in love is crazy
y/n: love? so it’s pretty serious between you two then?
yoongi: yeah i’m gonna marry her
y/n: wowwww how long have you guys been together then?
yoongi: 3 years in my head but i only started telling people 3 days ago
y/n: you are not right in the head
yoongi: love is crazy
y/n: i think it’s just you fr
yoongi: 🥲
NAMJOON -
y/n: DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE
namjoon: hi
y/n: shut ur mouth
namjoon: 🤐
y/n: we are NOT together
N
O
T
together
do you understand?
namjoon: 🚫❌⁉️
y/n: well start understanding
namjoon: 🙅🏻♂️🚫
y/n: i’m sick and tired of you
namjoon: 🙎🏽♀️➡️👨⚕️🏥
y/n: bye
namjoon: 🥺
y/n: what is with ur obsession with me???
are you that bitchless omg??
namjoon: logically speaking
y/n: you have never spoke a logical word in your life
namjoon: okay nvm
y/n: namjoon you are down ridiculously bad at first it was cute i WAS blushing and giggling now i’m just concerned
namjoon: date me
y/n: that is NOT how you ask a girl out
namjoon: help me out here
y/n: i will not help you in the slightest
namjoon: that’s just mean
y/n: ur a freak
namjoon: am not
y/n: you so are
namjoon: go on a date with me
y/n: where is the the question mark?? are you asking me or telling me??
namjoon: ur being ridiculous
go on a date with me?
there
y/n: hehehehehhehehehe
okay!!!
namjoon: FR??
y/n: no lol
namjoon: that was so mean
y/n: :p
namjoon: dating me would probably mean free food for life
y/n: probably or definitely?
namjoon: *definitely
y/n: wait i’m kinda in love with you
namjoon: lol me 2 let’s makeout rn
y/n: i lied
namjoon: ur annoying
y/n: mwah
namjoon: did you just kiss me?
are you deeply attracted to me or something?
kinda cringe kinda hot i want you
y/n: didn’t know 2:25 am were your disgustingly desperate hours
namjoon: it’s not my fault it’s 2:25 in the morning and all i can think about is you
should i write i song about you?
would you be my gf then?
y/n: pls don’t
namjoon: it’s too late
y/n: if i go on a date with you will you shut the hell up and go to sleep
namjoon: YES
YESZYSS YES YES YES YES YESH
YESSYESYSYSYYDYD
yes
i might lol
y/n: see you tomorrow
namjoon: gn
y/n: gn
namjoon: gf 🤭
we hit 200 since when omg?? anyways feeling like i should do a “i’m not ur bf” ver but idk yet thoughts? u might get it next year or never but it’s the fact that i thought about writing it that counts!!
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Itadori x reader
~I miss you more than anything~
Heavy angst, WARNING: self harm, bad habits, underage drinking, alcohol, lots of tears and crying, many flashbacks, Sukuna interfering, Sukuna being a bit soft, neglected themes.
Song(s) that match:
Francis Forever by Mitski
My Love Mine All Mine by Mitski
Dark red by Steve Lacy
Notion by The Rare Occasions
Gilded Lily by Cults
"What if... The world wants me dead?"
"Then I'm fighting the world."You were his everything. Someone who saw pass the fear of him being a vessel to the King of Curses. Not like Megumi and Nobara, you wanted him in a different way. After being afraid and wanting to give everyone a proper death, you came in uninvited and helped him keep everyone alive.
But not you
"You left me, Y/N..." Itadori sulks 8 days after your death and drowns himself in a fountain of his tears. The half drunken alcohol bottle sits in front of him, showing himself how weak he has gotten to drink at 16. The room is dark, only a phone light and the red glow if a clock shining 3:21 A.M.
"Y'know, Yuji..." Your voice rings in his memories. The sun is dimming, ready to set. Under the scene is you and him sitting on the bench in comforting silence you broke with your pretty voice. "I always knew no matter what, you never stopped smiling." Your soft eyes focus on Itadori's. "Smiling?" He smiles harder, his eyes shimmering. "Look who I got next to me!" He playfully tackles you down to the bench. You giggle underneath him. Then the smile he adores sinks to a serious face. He paused his body over you. "Does your cheeks ever hurt from smiling so much?"
The question sounds a little funny to him, but your face tells him to take the seriously. "I... Well-" He sighs. No more lying. "Smiling doesn't only hurt my cheeks..." His eyes look away from your's, which are widen in shock. "Oh... Yuji." You rub love circles on his cheek to get his attention. Your hands are cold.... Cold?
"No..." Itadori snaps out his memory. "That's not how it went!" He slams his hand down on his desk and is quick to chug a few more gulps of the alcohol. "Her... Her hands were warm!" Useless tears storm out his eyes.
All he can picture is your beaten body beneath him in that same scene, a deep gash in your side, blood rivering out like a waterfall. "Oh... Yuji." Your voice turns on again at the same scene. The memory is wrong... "Sometimes it hurts to be happy."
He can see it clearly.
He is fucked. He is drunk. So drunk that his memories are fuzzy.
"You lied to me!" He starts to ball his eyes out like a child having a temper tantrum. It hurted to be happy, yes, it did. But being sad, depressed? Broken? He wanted to take his own life as if the scratches on his skin didn't prove that. He wants to see you again. Through his snot and blurry vision, he grabs another bottle, smashed the top off, and starts to swallow down the drink. "Please... I miss you more than anything..." His tears run into his mouth, the salt flavor mixing with the alcohol. The uncomfortable feeling of the make under his eye opening and the tear of his cheek for a mouth. Sukuna groans. "Stop drinking, brat. This taste disgusting."
"Great." The last person he wants to see or even hear. He ignores and sniffles up his tears, continuing to guzzle the alcohol. Sukuna snarls knowing he can't do anything to take over his body since Itadori basically mastered keeping him in. "Fine. Get a fucking hangover. I hope it makes you throw up blood." He curses him. Itadori finally parts the bottle from his lips. With a satisfied 'ah', he sets the drink down and goes back to staring at nothing. "I... Don't need the world to know I've been all I could be..." He throws his head back in his chair and sees his dark ceiling. "I think of her so much I think I'm going insane... I hate that she left me." He subconsciously starts to vent to Sukuna. He stops spitting his emotions and cries again. His unhealthy amount of tears stain his face and choked him up in his nose... His eyes and nose are puffy and red, his lips quivering and bitten from him biting back words so often. What would you think if you seen him now? That momentary beam of light you loved in him so much... Now crying like a bitch about you, more broken than a porcelain doll that has been played with by a three year old. Sukuna pauses a for a few. He listens to the young man's cries and his choking to gulping down something he should have never even thought about, to his cuts he gave himself on his arms, the scratches on his chest he done, his messy hair as he has neglected himself like his peers have. "Itad- punk ass..." Sukuna corrects himself from saying his name. "Be a damn man! If Y/N saw this, do you think she would have been attracted?! She liked that hyper mess you always are so suck his cry baby shit up... And... Toss that bottle. Now." He speaks harsh and coldly towards Itadori. Yet there is a warm feeling in his voice. A warm echo after it... "Y/N..." Itadori leans up and sniffles. "Y/N." He repeats and enjoys the feeling of your name rolling of his tongue. Itadori puts the bottle aside and slumps to his bed. All the way he walks--to him feels like a mile-- he sees the scene of your lifeless body.
"Stop crying. I like the color red. I always liked it in me." You put your hand on his cheek and let his tears fall on it. "N-no! That's not funny... Please, stop being a joker! N-not now..!" He squeezes your hand, which soon looses feeling like your legs. "Aw... I hate that I made you cry." Your smile fades. "It's nice seeing you letting your emotions out. Finally not smiling to please people?" Your eyes start to break and the shine goes away. "Y-Y/N..." Your hand goes cold and your eyes weaken. "I love you, Yuji Itadori. I'll see you soon. Years later. And not earlier." That... Was your last words. A warning to him that you don't want to see him in heaven no earlier than his natural death.
Finally to his bed, he weakly plops down on the soft mattress and imagines it as your body, his head safely secured in your cleavage of your breasts with your hand brushing his matted hair. "Sleepy, baby?" You speak softly. "Y-yeah..." His eyes grow heavy. His breath steadies and a smile creeps in his face. "I love you..." he mutters like second nature. You chuckle and rub down his back. "I know. I love you too."
His hands move to feel yours on his head, only to realize you're not really even there. His smile leave. You won't ever be back. Tears come back again and stain his sheets wet. He simply lays there and silently crys.
Sukuna watches the sad scene. He has to admit, it is extremely pitiful to see how broken he has become over you. How bad he needs you here with him. "We should've died old. I was stupidly focused on giving others proper deaths with her... I didn't give her one." His fist tear the sheets and his knuckles white. "I... Ugh, fuck!" Itadori gives up and lets his mind relax and tries to sleep. Sukuna scoffs and his eye and mouth disappears. "Sleep, you idiot."
With that, he is off to dream of you and wake up like shit. He'll never see you again, and the realization hasn't fully hit him yet. How long will he continue to bitch and moan? How long... Until you come back?
The morning hits like a bullet train. As soon as Itadori rises, his face wet and sticky, his head pounds and makes him dizzy. He folds forwards with a loud groan. His head burns and gives him severe pain. He yelps as he makes it to the bathroom to pee...
"Holy hell..." His eyes are so dry. The bathroom light almost makes him fall from its brightness. He unzips his pants and finally goes to the restroom... while washing his hands and going to grab his toothbrush, he looks at his shit reflection. "Tch... Fucking monstrous." He ignores and goes to wet the toothbrush.
"I think monsters like you are look cute."
He quickly snaps his head. He heard your voice and he's not drunk right now. "Y/N?!" He starts to panic, his emotions stirring wild. No, of course your not here. He watched the people burn you... But he smiles anyways. He turns back to the mirror and looks at himself with the smile. "You don't like monsters.... You just like me." Maybe... He can move on. Just not with another girl because you're always here.✨Ze end✨
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Could you please write something with Professor Harry telling the reader off or hurting the reader and then comforting the reader
A/n: Thank you anon for the idea! I know you asked for this over a month ago so I'm sorry for the delay! I hope you enjoy!! 2k words
Pairing: Professor!Harry x College Student!reader
Warning: Angst, fluff (no smut in this one you guys)
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You really felt like you and Harry were becoming a little more serious. He wasn't sleeping with anyone else, though he'd occasionally invite your friend to join you two, he wasn't going to anyone other than you.
So when you suggested that you and he go to the beach for a night one weekend at your aunt's beach house, you figured Harry would be on board. That he'd want to spend some time with you away from the campus and his house, lying on a beach where no one would spot you. Plus it would only be for one night.
"Are you fucking insane, Y/n? Why would I do that? Go find your little friends and take them with you. Or some other guy you can bother with that bullshit."
You were stunned. Yes, Harry sometimes would talk to you like this but it was usually when you were being naughty and he was punishing you or degrading you during sex. Not like this. And what he said hurt you. Some other guy you can bother?
"I... why would I find another guy? I thought you and I were sort of..." you swallowed your words when Harry lifted his glasses off the bridge of his nose and looked up at you.
With a laugh he spoke, "You thought we were what? Boyfriend and girlfriend? Baby, if you thought that you're dumber than I imagined."
You just stood in his home office with your mouth dropped open. Not twenty minutes earlier he fucked your brains out and held your hand while he sucked your clit, and now this?
Wrapping your arms around your middle you turned and felt your tears burn down your cheeks. You were embarrassed. You had been wrong about his intentions and well, if he wanted you to find some other guy to take to beach, perhaps he had been sleeping with others.
You grabbed your sweater and your bag and slid your shoes on and left. Walking back to campus would only take thirty minutes. You'd rather walk yourself than ask Harry to drive you. You were too embarrassed to show him how upset you were and the tears he'd pulled from you with his careless words.
That evening was strange. You hadn't felt so out of it and sad in a long time. Harry had really done a number on your confidence with what he'd said. You had some soul-searching to do. It was still early so sleep wouldn't find you to put you out of your misery just yet. You made tea and took a shower and cried. But you couldn't stop thinking about what Harry had said.
When you put your moisturizer on your face and body and wrapped your wet hair up in a towel you sat by your window that faced the courtyard. The sun had gone down but there were still some students milling about. The more you thought about what Harry had said the angrier you got. It was laced with sadness, but now anger was the forefront emotion. Yeah. You were pissed now.
You got dressed and blow-dried your hair and decided you were going to the college bar down the street. You knew some of your friends were there tonight. You were going to live your life and move on from Harry.
You never needed to drink much to get tipsy. When you arrived Shay had already ordered you a mojito (they were on special). You danced with your girlfriends and drank a little too much but you had a good time. There were even whole minutes that would go by that you weren't thinking about Harry.
When Ted showed up you immediately gave him a drunk-girl hug and pulled him to the table where you were with your friends. Ted had been a long-time friend. He was attractive and outgoing and kind. He even asked you on a date last year but you declined for some one reason or another. And now your drunk mind was buzzing with the idea that he could be the one you bring to your aunt's beach - like Harry told you.
So in a moment of alcohol-induced clarity, you texted Harry, who had not once reached out to you after you left his house, by the way, to tell him you took his advice and found the perfect guy to take with you to your aunt's beach house. Then you sent him a photo of a selfie you'd taken of you and Ted together. The one where Ted was kissing your cheek and had his arms wrapped around your middle holding you tight.
Of course, the truth was, that you hadn't actually asked Ted about that yet. You just thought you'd let Harry know. Drunk clarity and all.
The night ended not long after. Ted did ask to see you again and this time you said yes, of course, though official plans weren't made, you told him you'd call him and set something up.
The following day was Monday. You dragged yourself out of bed and realized your hangover wasn't that bad. A glass of orange juice, a warm shower, a large coffee, and some sunshine, and that was all it took to feel okay by your first class. You also wore a cute little revenge number to get Harry's blood boiling. You would ignore him when you got to his class and leave without staying behind like you normally do.
Harry's class was the final one of the day. You walked in and took a seat toward the front, so he could see your outfit. A short light blue dress that hugged your middle and your breasts and showed plenty of thigh. You had your hair in a high ponytail and wore white Keds. It was actually a really simple outfit but this dress was cute and you knew Harry liked it.
You crossed your thighs and swung your leg and kept your eyes on your book as Harry entered the class. You pretended you didn't care about his presence. Normally you'd be sitting up straight and watching him closely with a small smile and waiting for his eventual glance at you. Not today.
The interesting thing was, that when you were feeling sassy and tried to act casual in class to pretend you didn't care about what Harry had said to you the night before, your note-taking skills were impeccable. Hell, you remembered the lesson and everything. When you weren't fawning over the hot professor, you were actually paying attention.
When the bell rang you stuffed your notebook into your bag and made a beeline for the door, not even once looking in Harry's direction.
"Y/n... come here, please," Harry spoke loud enough that you'd hear him before you could step out of his class. You stopped in your tracks as other students pushed passed you to exit. When you turned to look over your shoulder at Harry it was the first time you really looked at him. He wore a frown on his face but you were trying to stick to your resolve.
You sighed and turned to walk to his desk. You stood a few feet away and raised your brows at him, but didn't speak.
Harry sat at the edge of his desk and crossed his arms over his chest, "Are you mad at me?"
You huffed and rolled your eyes, crossing your arms over your chest to match his body language. You responded with sarcasm, "No. I'm fine, professor. Why would I be mad?" You were fuming. You knew he knew and it was dumb to address it.
Harry chuckled and shook his head as he looked around the class, "Don't lie to me, Y/n. I can see right through you. Let's go to my office and talk."
You shook your head, "No. I'm busy. Can't," you stood up straight and felt your heart beat wildly. You didn't want to talk to him alone. You knew you'd buckle and forgive him or cry and embarrass yourself. You didn't want to give him a chance to see you cry or find out how weak you were.
"Yes, you can. I know your schedule. Let's go," Harry stood up and plucked up his cell phone and a notebook and took you by your elbow, and led you to his office.
Once he closed the door he walked across the room to sit in his chair at his desk. You stayed by the door and put your hands on your hips. You were trying so hard to be tough and appear unbothered.
"Sit down, Y/n. Stop playing this game. We need to talk. Don't be stubborn."
You shook your head and took a deep breath. You could already feel the warm tears trying to break out of your lash line.
Harry shook his head and sighed as he got up from his chair and walked to where you were standing.
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said what I said to you yesterday," Harry kept his arms at his sides as he looked at you, only a few feet away.
You bit your lips into your mouth and looked down. You closed your eyes to stop yourself from crying. You hated how big of a sensitive wuss you were. His apology shouldn't have made you feel so warm and so tingly but it did. You hated how he had so much power over your emotions.
"Hey, look at me. Please, Y/n," Harry's hand found your fingertips and he softly brushed the pads of his fingers over yours.
You refused to open your eyes for concern of the tears you knew were about to spill out. Also, just looking into his clear green eyes was like looking into a clean soothing brook that made you feel safe and calm. You didn't want him to evoke any more emotions in you than he already had.
You heard Harry sigh again and his fingers dragged up to your wrist and he pulled you gently toward himself. He wrapped his arms around you and suddenly your cheek was pressed into his warm, wide chest where you could hear his heart beating and smell his cologne.
"I'm sorry, Y/n. I mean it. I don't know why I said what I said. I think I'm just worried about what's going on between us. You're my student and we've crossed so many lines but things are deeper than just sex, aren't they?" His hands moved up and down your back in soothing touches that were eating away at your determination to keep him at arm's length. To keep mad at him.
When you still didn't respond he kept going, "I'm scared that I'm in too deep and that you're going to realize I'm too old for you and move on as soon as I'm no longer your professor. That the magic will wear off for you."
You felt your tears raining down. There was no stopping it. His deep, slow voice and the way he was holding you against his chest had completely erased the anger you felt toward him.
"I don't want you going to the beach with anyone but me. I didn't like seeing that photo last night, but I guess I deserved that."
You hummed and nodded, your first real response to him.
Harry kissed the top of your head, "Are you really going to the beach with him? Did you replace me already?" His arms were tight around your body, he squeezed harder after he asked if you'd replaced him.
You sniffled and shook your head, "No."
It was quiet for a moment. Harry's strong arms around you and his hands rubbing over your back had you melting completely. You had totally surrendered.
"Baby, look at me, please," Harry loosened his grip and looked down at you. You slowly tilted your head back to finally look up at his eyes. The ones that you knew would pull you right back in.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean what I said yesterday. That was my insecurity speaking. Okay?"
You nodded and let yourself smile the smallest smile before you put your face back into his chest. You were relieved and the ache you'd felt since he told you all those awful things the day before had completely vanished.
Harry kissed the top of your head again and squeezed you tight, "Let's go to the beach together. You and me. I love that idea."
You nodded into his chest and smiled, your tears still wet over your cheeks. Harry hummed into your hair when he felt you nod.
"Good girl. C'mon. Let's sit and make plans. I want to make our beach getaway a good one."
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Are we too young for this?
A/N Inspired by 'Softcore' By The Neighbourhood. Clementine is readers code name
Pairings: Tangerine x sibling!reader, lemon x sibling!reader
Summary: The mission went wrong. Now you and Tangerine are being held hostage waiting for Lemon to save you.
Warnings:killing/assassins etc, probably bad spelling/grammar, angst, blood, swearing, kinda ooc
Everything hurt. You never wanted to open your eyes again but you heard tangerine softly calling your name. "Clementine." He said in a pained voice, "Please wake up." Tangerine must have saw you stirring awake. You open your eyes slowly, adjusting to the light and taking in your new surroundings. It was dark and dirty. You assume your stuck in a basement. You try to remeber what had happened but you fell short.
"Tan." You said so quietly he might not have even heard it if he wasn't paying such close attention to you. "What happened?" you finished. You finally looked up to see him covered in blood, he had a few scratches here and there but you couldn't pin point where all the blood was from. "Don't worry, Its not mine." He said seemingly reading your mind, "we got caught, some fucking assholes beat us up and trapped us down here." He said with a scowl.
You Tried to sit up but failed suddenly feeling a sharp pain in your side, you look down and see a large gaping hole in the side of your stomach gushing out blood. "Oh shit." you mumble and start to apply pressure to the wound, you hadn't even noticed it was there to dazed from getting knocked out or maybe it was the amount of blood you were losing. Tangerines eyes followed to where you were looking and they widened in suprise and worry. He quickly stood up, ripping his shirt and attempting to wrap your wound while muttering various curses at your attackers.
"Where's Lem?" You breathed out wincing in pain. "He made it out. But hes gonna come get us. I promise." He said, dismissing your worries that he was lying somewhere dead in a ditch. Suddenly you both heard loud footsteps walking down the stairs. You held your breath and prayed that it was just Lemon.
But it was not. The door swung open and a large man with a gun came down. You and tangerine said nothing just glaring at him with looks that could kill. The large man let out a manic laugh out of no where. This man was definetly insane. "What do you fucking want you twat." Tangerine growled out with a menacing look on his face, But the man just kept laughing. "What do I want? WHAT DO I WANT?" He cried out whilst still hystericaly laughing, "I want revenge." He suddenly stopped laughing and his expression turned dark. You and tangerine knew better than to speak to the very angry man hoping to stall him until lemon arrived.
"Your brother shot my family dead. Now I'm going to do the same to his!" He yelled raising his gun. You closed your eyes tightly and held your breath as you heard a gun shot. You hear a body drop to the ground and realise that it wasn't yours. You open yours eyes to see Lemon knealing in front of you saying something but you couldn't hear him because of th eringing in you ears.
You feel Lemon pick you up and start walking out. You turn your head to see tangerine limping beside you still on high alert. Everything seemed to be going in slow motion and you beginning to feel drowsy once again. You were young, younger than the twins. This should not be happening to you. You should be out living your life, making friends. Not fighting for your life every single day. You manage to look up at Lemon and mumble out a question only just loud enough that he could hear it, "Are we too young for this?"
He and Tangerine look down at you with pity in their eyes. How could they let you do this? You were still only a kid for fucks sake. You were 15 years old. They shouldn't have let you get into the game. They felt guilty. They were the reason you got hurt. They failed to protect you and now you all were paying the price. Just as Lemon was about to speak up you loose conciousness. They both begin to panic and walk faster to the get away car.
They decide its smarter if Lemon drives, and Tangerine sits in the back with you. He vows to never let you get hurt again. He would protect you with his life. Just like you would do for them.
#lemon x sibling#lemon and tangerine#tangerine x sibling#tangerine x reader#lemon x reader#lemon#tangerine#bullet train x you#bullet train#angst#siblings#Spotify
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~Aphrodisiac~
Part One.
TW: Dub-Con due to “sex pollen”
It’s your seventh year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Draco Malfoy has been your academic rival since year one but you always manage to be first in the class while he is always one spot behind. It drives Draco insane that a Mudblood like you somehow manages to best him in every topic.
In potions class Draco and you are paired in order to complete the daily brewing assignment: Brew a working vial of Veritaserum. This task proves nearly impossible due to the incessant bickering that ensues between the two of you. You barely manage to get through a quarter of the required process before it is time to clean up and head to the next class. Through a series of dirty looks and snide remarks Draco and you clean up the mess you’ve made and rush to the exit but are stopped by the professor. He tells you that due to the lack of composure and success exhibited, the both of you must attend a detention where you will be required to brew two vials of Veritaserum in order to be dismissed.
When the time comes for detention you are early as always and sit at the brewing stations, organizing ingredients while you wait for Draco to arrive. When he walks in you sigh heavily in preparation for what is sure to be a grueling experience.
“Alright now that both of you are here, you may begin. I’ll be back to check on you in a few hours, but until then,” he walks over to the door and pulls a key out of his pocket waving it towards the both of you, “no leaving under any circumstances.” He walks out and locks the door behind him.
You told yourself that you were going to be on your best behavior but it’s not long before the two of you are arguing about what ingredient goes next and how much of it to use. Draco, as a way to irk you even more, grabs an unlabeled vial full of pink dust and pours it into the cauldron being used to brew the serum.
“Why the bloody hell did you do that,” you exclaimed, infuriated that he ruined the potion.
“It’s not like he it was going to work anyways. I was just speeding along the process,” he said with a smug look on his face.
“Don’t look so proud of yourself Malfoy. Now we’ll have to be here into the night,” you roll your eyes and then focus on the freshly spoiled concoction.
You notice the newly pink liquid has an odd cloud of pink haze surround it. You lean in for a closer look and are bombarded with the delicious smell of roses and honey. You inhale deeply and are met with a delightful warm feeling that starts at your head and moves across your entire body.
“Jesus y/l/n you might as well sink your bloody head into the thing.” Draco watches you smell the potion and leans in to smell for himself, curiosity overtaking him. Once the delightful smell hits his nose he pulls back so quickly that a chair flies to the ground, knocking you out of the slight trance the smell had put you in.
“Fuck! What are you doing Malfoy? You nearly scared me to death,” you say with your hand over your chest.
“Do you have any idea what you were inhaling like a fucking animal, y/l/n? We made an aphrodisiac potion,” he says looking both scared and winded.
You felt your cheeks flush and your palms sweat as you looked at Draco.
“You’re lying,” you accuse Draco, refusing to believe it’s true. Even as you feel your whole body heat up, the sight of Draco being somehow less repulsing and more enticing than it ever has been before.
The two of you have just been intoxicated by a sex potion. And you’re locked in a room together until you successfully brew Veritaserum. What could possibly go wrong?
#draco malfoy#draco#malfoyfamily#draco x reader#draco fanfiction#smut#draco x y/n#yn#sex pollen#fanfic
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fuck you for playing games with my heart | ex!seungmin x gn!reader
angsty angst | and leaving me in the dark
a/n: considering expanding the sooner or later / tangerine series, still don't know what i'm gonna do so if i'm slow on the requests on that, am sorry.
"why did you show up?"
i asked in the thin night air as i tried to compose myself and remain as relaxed as i could even if anxiety was hitting every nerve. i was still dressed up in the middle of my own wedding night. yeah the most "magical" day of my life was being torn apart slowly as i stood in front of him. him being my ex, the last one i had before i met my now first husband. every part of me was telling me to kick him out right now but i couldn't do it even if i tried to, he had been a part of my life so long and things were better (well that's what i said).
"i had to see you." he responded as composed as ever. i just rolled my eyes because of how cliche it was all being, he had to see me for what? he did not want to see me before. his cruel words resonated in my head but i just wiped the thoughts away as i did not have to be upset tonight. even now hiding from my guests and the scenery felt wrong, just to talk to him and for him to tell me he had to see me. "you look beautiful."
"you don't get to call me that anymore." i said crossing my arms but still feeling the light blush meet my cheeks. it was the effect he had on me unfortunately but it was too late now for lovey dovey stuff. i could not process any more bullshit after all i went through, how he left me in the dark for so long.
"i guess i don't but i'm sure he doesn't call you that enough." he responded and i just shot a glare, washing all the confidence he had in him away. who was he to say these things? no one. he might've been someone in my past but right now he was just someone i didn't know at all with the words that were falling from his mouth. "listen i just had to see that this was happening for real."
"why? why do you care?" i ask annoyed at this point. i just wanted to be out with my husband enjoying my wedding and not have to worry about seungmin right now. yet my feet remained on the ground as i listened to every word he was saying and i couldn't even look him in the eye.
"you're right. it's been so long that i should not care about it but i do." he said and the confusion began. why would he still be holding on? after leaving me in the dust and dark for what felt like an eternity. he should be happy right now, not hoping he would get me back if i was reading things correctly. "i care about you (y/n), i always will."
"well i don't." i said and that was a lie that he could detect easily. "even if i did still care about you, i am happy now. i found someone who gives me what you promised to for so long but never did."
"and i'm sorry about that." the apology arrived way too late from his lips and i just sighed, shaking my head. there was no way i was gonna give him a pass just because he decided to show up and apologize at my wedding of all places. "i know you still care. i know you hope it was me and not hyunjin, he's bad news (y/n) and he's gonna end up breaking your heart way worse than i did."
"oh so now you care about that? you like saying things but literally it's all bullshit. he treats me way better than you ever did and i'm not gonna let him go." i said firmly and just breathed for a second because i was seriously getting mad at him. "if you really did care about me, you would let me go."
"you should really stop lying to yourself for a moment. i know what i did was wrong and that you're already with someone else, it's not like i don't get that i was too late. but we can still go and leave this all behind, pretend that it never happened. i know it sounds fucking insane but you're the only one for me and i need to put up a fight for who i think it's the love of my life, the one that i truly want." he said and i just laughed, i could not believe his words at all. the bold move he pulled in the day that i was dreaming for so long.
"you really think you did something there. i'm not leaving and even less with you, not even wanting to consider it. you should be going right now because you embarrassed yourself enough and i should be present at my wedding." i said but he grabbed my wrist as i was trying to leave and looked me in the eye, for the first time in so long we made eye contact.
"don't ruin our last chance (y/n), just please think about it." he said and i just pulled from him so he could stop holding me. "i truly do love you."
"no, if you truly did love me then you wouldn't be doing this." i said and went back, leaving him all alone as a figure of my past. 'cause he was nothing but a boy who broke my heart before but now i had someone who completely fixed it for me and knew what love truly was.
#skz drabbles#skz imagines#skz angst#skz scenarios#skz x reader#skz drabble#stray kids x reader#stray kids imagines#stray kids drabbles#stray kids angst#seungmin x reader#stray kids scenarios#sourbinnie#skz short imagines
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KINKTOBER DAY 15 — BIRTHDAY SEX
PAIRING: heeseung x fem!reader
GENRE/CW: smut, unprotected sex, pull out method, fingering, cunnilingus.
WC: 946 words
WARNING: 18+ content, minors dni
A/N: omg it’s hee day! and this fic is for @gobighee and i really hope that you’ll enjoy it! :3 all likes, comments, reblogs and feedbacks are highly appreciated! it keeps me motivated! iloveyou all <3
A pile full of birthday presents, a house full of friends, innumerable birthday wishes and a day full of surprises. Lee Heeseung could have sworn it would have been the best day he had ever experienced.
It was his birthday, after all. Everyone loved him, giving him the most thoughtful and sorted gifts, none of which he opened. The party was still going on in full swing, however, Heeseung was distracted, unknowingly ignoring some guests who came up to wish him. It wasn’t his fault though, especially when his closest friend had only sent him a text saying happy birthday, a red heart emoji accompanying the small text.
It won’t be a lie to say that he was disappointed, even more so when you didn’t end up showing up to his party without giving him any prior notice regarding it. The disappointment doubled when he realised that you probably don’t like him as much as he likes you, more than friends at that.
Deep inside, he was also worried when you didn’t pick up his calls or answer any of his messages.
“Aw birthday boy, what’s wrong?” Sunghoon asked, a smirk on his face as Heeseung was quick to swat his hand away from his shoulder.
“Ouch, someone’s grumpy today. Try checking your room,” he simply spoke over the loud music, knowing well how his mood was sour due to your absence.
Heeseung registered Sunghoon’s words faster than the speed of light, rushing upstairs and towards his room, pushing the door open with a newfound sense of rush.
He was quick to close the door behind him once he saw you in the room, eyes widening and suddenly everything made sense to him.
The way you had been touchy from the past few days, the way you had been looking at him, eyes darkened with something he couldn’t decipher back then.
He was only half a bit sure that you knew how much he had wanted you, in more ways than you could ever imagine, but he was never sure of you being aware of his situation until this very moment.
He gulped, taking a step closer to your smiling figure, his own eyes darkening with lust taking over his senses.
He called your name out in a low tone, reaching near you on the bed as he looked down at you lying down on his silky sheets.
“Happy birthday, Hee,” the words sounded so innocent coming out of your mouth in contrast to your outfit choice.
It was everything Heeseung had dreamed of, you on his bed, devoid of clothes, except for your red lacy panties and a big gift bow which covered your chest.
You were his birthday gift.
“Won’t you come here and open your gift?” You asked, tilting your head slightly which further drove him insane.
He was on top of you in no time, lips inches away from yours as he stopped for a second, “are you sure, Y/n?” He looked into your eyes.
“Yes. I am,” you confirmed, cupping his cheeks, “fuck me, Hee. Claim me as yours.”
“Fuck, you’re driving me insane,” he groaned, smashing his lips onto yours in a rushed kiss, your fingers tugging at his silky roots, making him moan into your mouth before slipping his tongue in, humming once he got to taste you.
“So fucking pretty.” He looked drunk even though he didn’t drink a sip of alcohol.
He looked drunk in the essence of you.
The bow didn’t stay on your for long, now thrown away down on the floor as Heeseung’s lips replaced it, placing wet kisses all over your body, his hands squeezing your tits, also mentioning how long he had been waiting to do this, making you shut your eyes with the pleasure.
“Hee—” you whined, toes curling.
He only increased his pace, kissing the expanse of your waist, down to your lower abdomen. He was restless, cock hardening once he sat back to remove all his clothes, eyes travelling up and down your body, lip bitten as he took your beauty in.
Your panties didn’t stay on long after that, his fingers having fun while teasing your clit, his mouth on your pussy, placing small kisses to tease you, making you whimper and ask for more.
“Such a bad girl, didn’t pick up my calls, didn’t answer my texts.” His fingers slipped into your wet folds, “you don’t deserve to be fucked.”
“No! Please! I was just t—trying to give you a surprise, fuck!” You moaned out when he curled his fingers in your pussy.
“Yeah?” He took his fingers out, turning you around with ease as he lifted your ass up, your head on the pillow as he spanked your ass, “I’ll fuck you then.”
You cried out at his length once he pushed his fully hardened cock inside you, thrusting in a few times to bottom out, hitting your g-spot with how fast and powerful his thrusts were, moving your body.
The sound of your actions were loud enough to conceal the faint sound of music coming from downstairs.
He spanked and thrusted, the pain felt more like pleasure to you than anything else, and soon, you found yourself clenching around his length helplessly, not being able to control your orgasm that was building up at a quick pace.
He too was breathless, pulling out once you made a mess on his cock, legs shaking. He emptied his liquid all over your back, soon flipping you over again to capture your lips in a sloppy kiss.
He breathed out, looking into your eyes with a sudden shy smile—
“You’re the best gift I could ever get.”
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so first off, thank you to @foursaints & @remlvrs for telling me to speak my truth…
that said, bear with me as i give you my input on karkaroff.
karkaroff was VERY isolated growing up and i think that fed into a lot of the choices he made. he’s constantly left with his own thoughts and it’s Not Great. he was a very odd child growing up. fascinated by the abnormal. thing is, he never acted on any of these impulses; impulses that consisted on a string of desire to inflict pain, manipulate, & pull things apart piece by piece. like kind of the stereotypical serial killer kind of vibe, but again, isolated child that didn’t have the means to act on these desires. so, needless to say, when he was finally a student, his exploration of the dark arts soared. he excelled well beyond any means when it came to the subject. similar to barty, he was smart. like more than you might think, and he genuinely thrived on it. he used it to his advantage all the time.
it comes as no surprise that he joined the death eaters. enthralled by the level of “excellency” and devotion to a level of cruelty he never truly had the chance to explore growing up. his intelligence comes to a minor fault because he’s messy when it comes to attacks and killings. he has all this knowledge, but putting it into action takes time for him. makes him question his capabilities, but then… (and TRULY bear with me) he’s in this circle, surrounded by death and violence and pure hatred when he meets evan for the first time. evan is precise, dedicated. not a single fucking stone goes unturned. where karkaroff lacks in order, evan makes up for it. there’s this point where the two of them manage to get along which is surprising because there are far and few people that evan can tolerate for more than a few minutes. this is a crucial turning point for karkaroff because the amount of knowledge he gains from evan rosier is absurd. he’s a little wooed, if you would.
there’s like…this feeling he gets in the pit of his stomach when he sees evan dissect something for the first time. staring at his hands and it’s more than magic. it’s beyond magic. the skill and precision he puts into his craft is beyond anything karkaroff has seen before. but the problem lies in the hands of barty crouch jr because karkaroff knows there’s something there between crouch and rosier. always leaning on one another, and despite all of them being death eaters, there’s always a bit of jealousy that karkaroff feels because he will never have whatever it is that’s happening between barty and evan. they are on a whole other level and karkaroff is immensely jealous of barty, and more often than not they are at each other’s throats because their intellect is so high above everyone. it’s concerning. like just imagine two “top dog” academics going at it while being simultaneously angry while trying to be part of the same team.
for the first time, karkaroff feels seen and heard. he hasn’t had that in his life. just as soon as he has it in his grasp, it’s stripped from him. taken in the blink of an eye. evan’s death changes him, but it doesn’t take his appreciation for the dark arts away. if anything, it fuels his need to keep going. in turn, both him and barty are Not on good terms really. because barty is dedicated to this. he won’t stop, but karkaroff? he lets it fester. he lets it eat and gnaw and prey until there’s nothing else but a fucking coward because he doesn’t know what to do. all he knows is that he’s passionate about the dark arts and dark magic.
insanity gets the best of him, truly. he never really recovers from it all. blames all the wrong people and never himself for succumbing to something like this. he doesn’t find a problem in his actions, but what he does realize is that he has an anger lying in the hands of evan rosier, an anger for showing him the best parts of his life and just dying. he’s fucking dramatic and cold about it. doesn’t give two shits when he says evan’s name during his trial, but he says it to stir something up in barty. because he’s still angry. still mad. in anguish that barty would let something like that happen to evan. all he feels is this anger, and when the name evan rosier leaves his lips, it’s like coming home. it’s even better when he gets to finally say the name that has been trapped at the base of his skull for ages: barty crouch…junior. it’s the closest thing to revenge he can get.
years later, as he does become the headmaster at durmstrang, he knows he cannot go back to the life he had before because that means facing the people that took everything from him, drove him to a place of madness, so what does he do? he runs like a coward because he cannot face it any longer. he cannot face his past nor can he accept it, no matter how much he craves those days again. the hunt, the chase, the kill. it’s in his blood, his every waking thought, his dreams. but he can no longer face it, even if he desperately wants to because he knows what he did, and he cannot take it back.
okay yeah so that’s where i’ll stop with all my karkaroff thoughts but i genuinely do think i could go into so much more detail so…yeah. hahahah please just remember this are my opinions and silly thoughts…don’t hate me…or do i don’t care. mmm come talk to me about karkaroff <3
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promise.
carl grimes x fem!reader
angst && slight fluff at the end <33 !!
|| summary - carl runs to hilltop alone and hops on one of negan’s supply trucks. when he comes back with negan himself, you can’t help but be angry, worried, and concerned for what he did.
warnings - mentions of murder, death, blood, gore, weapons, language, violence, angry carl & reader, yelling, enid doesn’t exist (solely for plot reasons, i’m an enid stan fs), carl & reader are dating
“your kid gunned down two of my men! and you know what i did? i brought him home, safe and sound, and i made him spaghetti.”
negan looked over at where y/n and carl were standing. olivia’s dead body sat at their feet. y/n glared straight into his eyes, quite frankly unafraid of the pathetic man in front of her.
“all while that girl stared me down! the least she could do was say a little thank you. my, my, she is creepy!”
her eyes were cold. carl had been trying to get her to look at him since he got back, but his attempts failed. she always looked in the other direction or continue to glower at negan.
the audacity that the man had to barge into their homes, kill two of their people (although spencer definitely deserved it), and ask for gratitude was insane. y/n wanted to put a bullet through his head.
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it had been almost an hour since negan and his people left, and y/n still wouldn’t speak to carl. he was starting to worry - it was the first time she had ever seen his eye and she was avoiding him.
he couldn’t take it anymore, so when y/n walked into the house, looking for michonne, he confronted her.
“are you avoiding me?” he asked.
“where’s michonne?” she asked monotonously.
“out. don’t avoid the damn question, y/n, are you avoiding me?”
y/n didn’t answer. instead, she headed upstairs to search for michonne in case carl was lying.
“where-“ carl started, but decided it was useless to ask and just started following her. she looked in every room in the house, eventually reaching carl’s and finding nothing. before she could leave, carl stood in front of the door.
“move,” she mumbled, still not looking at him.
“why? why have you been ignoring me all day?” carl asked.
“just fucking move.”
his voice started to break, “is it because of my eye?”
her fists were clenched and her eyes were narrowed at the ground until she heard him sniffle.
“are you crying?”
“stop ignoring all of my questions, y/n. please. just answer it,” his chin quivered as he spoke, making y/n feel absolutely terrible.
“carl, no-“
“so what is it then? i have been waiting hours for you to say anything to me, and you’re angry at me. why? what did i do?”
“you left,” y/n looked down at the ground again.
“what?”
“you left. without telling me, without saying goodbye, without offering to let me go with you. you could’ve died, carl. then i wouldn’t have been able to say goodbye. i was worried about you, and when the saviors pulled up to the gates with you in the truck, and your bandage off, i knew something was wrong. then when negan said what happened, i knew you were just being stupid. you could have gotten yourself killed this morning, and what would that leave me? carl, i know you want him dead, so do i, but i cannot lose you. we’ve lost too much- i’ve lost too much,” she said, starting to cry too. carl just stared blankly at her, taking in everything she just said.
once he processed it all, he felt like puking. he didn’t realize how much it affected the ones he loved, the one he loved. the only aspect of death that he had imagined upon arrival was negan’s body in front of him and the blood on his hands. he had almost forgotten that he wasn’t immortal himself.
and once he gathered his thoughts, they were too much. he broke down, grabbing a hold of y/n and hugging her tightly like if he let go, she’d disappear.
“i’m sorry,” he sobbed into her hair, “i’m so sorry.”
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“hey carl,” y/n whispered, her voice muffled by his chest. he hummed in response, his arms still almost painfully enclosing her.
“why did you think i was mad at you for your eye?”
carl paused for a good minute, “that’s not important.”
“yeah, it is.”
he paused again, this time for a little longer.
“i’m scared.”
“of what?” y/n asked, pulling away from the hug and holding carl’s face in her hands.
“my eye, it’s gross. i felt like once you saw it, you’d realize i was disgusting-looking. i don’t want you to leave me,” he avoided her eyes, slightly ashamed.
“carl, i’d never leave you. i wouldn’t care if you had three eyes. you’re not disgusting, you just look different. and that is perfectly fine, okay? i’d never be enough of a dick to leave you because of something you can’t control. i love you,” she kissed him softly.
“i love you too,” carl said, letting out a shaky breath.
“you needed your bandage changed this morning right?” y/n asked. carl nodded. “well, since olivia . . . can’t help you anymore, do you want me to do it?”
“yeah,” carl said, a little bit of panic in his voice.
“hey, don’t worry, i’ll make it quick. i know the shit stings.”
y/n moved the hair out of carl’s eye. she inspected it, making sure there were no infections or pieces of hair stuck to it. she cautiously picked out stray strands, careful not to hurt carl. she then cleaned it and held the base gauze to his socket while carl wrapped it comfortably.
“it’s good, no infections or other unknown damage. it’s nice you let it air out for a bit, helps with the healing. it looks fine, you’ve been doing good with the regular changes,” she smiled and kissed his forehead.
“thank you,” he said quietly.
“no big deal, carl. just promise me you won’t leave again? at least without saying goodbye.”
“promise.”
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a/n: this shit was all over the place, but yooo my first carl fic !! feel free to send requests, nothing nsfw cus carl’s a minor (and i’m ace) 🫶🏻🫶🏻
#Spotify#carl grimes#the walking dead#twd#twd fic#carl grimes supremacy#carl grimes x reader#rick grimes#michonne#negan smith#twd x reader#carl grimes x y/n#carl grimes x you#carl grimes fanfiction#carl grimes fluff#twd angst
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"But Oh..Cara mia"
Ch. 15 Repercussions are always messy
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Dick Grayson x Latina! Reader
Warning: None
Author's note: I finally found some time and inspiration to write! YAY! You wouldn't believe how crazy the last few weeks have been. First, university has been absolutely insane causing my health to decrease a little, then, it's the birthday months in my family meaning that almost every weekend we had something, and finally, I got a new phone. I had my old phone ever since 2020 and it had been malfunctioning ever since January. Unfortunately, many of my notes were lost due to me forgetting to backup them, and within those notes, I had the sketch for this ENTIRE story. So cue all the time I spent crying cause I lost SO MANY of my notes, from my TBR to my fic drafts. But worry not! I am time to reread the story so that I can get inspiration and remember how it was going to be carried out. LOTS OF LOVE.
Taglist: @lorosette @nanas-teatime @prettyacademia00 @mxtokko @sarahkaliii @w31rdg1rl @eurydicegrimes @writing-for-the-hell-of-it @alecmores @dakotali @sadraven1992
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You ran and ran and ran. Up the stairs, taking the elevator would give you way too much time to stress over the situation. You ran with Babs hand in yours, pulling her with you. You could hear her complaining because of her running in heels and that you were going too fast but those were being unheard of. You needed to get to your room before you'd burst. Finally, after it felt like forever you got to your room. You pulled Babs in and closed the door, locking it. You both inhaled and exhaled softly, a little out of breath. "Yn, I love you. You know I do, but fuck you for making me run all the way to here." Babara panted out successfully snapping you of the trance you were in. You had been staring holes at the door. She walked up towards you and pulls you back, "Hey hey, the door won't harm you, stop looking at it as if it will" she said softly and pulls you so that you are both sitting on your bed. You breathe softly and finally look at Barbara who is looking at you with so much intrigue. "Barbara.." you start slowly and Babs nods, eager to know what you'll say, "You will not believe what the fuck happened on that dance floor" you finish and Barbara squeals and laughs making you laugh as well.
--<3---
On the other side of the manor, Dick was desperately looking for Kory. He had run away from the ballroom straight to the gardens. "KORY!" He shouted as he searched for the girl around the gardens. Just as he was about to shout for her again, he finds her sitting in a bench in front of one of the Wayne manor ponds, staring at the fish in the water.
"Kor-"
"So," she says without looking at him, "finally done eye fucking Yn are you?" she finishes. Dick flinches slightly, not used to receiving such harshness from her. He slowly walks up to her, "I wasn-" he begins but is once interrupted by her, "Of course, you were, Richard!" She bites back standing up to look at him dead in the eye. Frankly, he is currently terrified of the girl in front of him. "Honestly, when are you going to stop lying to me! I am not stupid and I am quite sick of you believing I am." Kory crosses her arms and Dick finally answers, "It is a publicity stunt, Kory" and she huffs. "Oh yes, I am sure! That's what you always say but it's a fucking lie". Dick can feel his anger rising, "I am not lying Kory, you know that Bruce pulls this shit every time something goes wrong in a gala whenever Yn and I are there. The socialites-"
"The socialites can go fuck themselves, Richard! I may not be from Earth but I have been here long enough to know that for something to be a publicity stunt, it doesn't need the amount of intimacy you were both exhibiting! When will you come to terms with the fact that she loves you and that you-" screams Kory yet chokes up in the end, not wanting to finish her sentence. Finishing it would confirm the very same thing she has been trying to avoid, say delay, all this time. "That I might what Kory? Love her? You know that's a lie. I love you" Dick says and Kory rolls her eyes in frustration. "But you are noT IN LOVE WITH ME RICHARD!" She lets out. "You haven't been in a long time" and Dick just looks at her.
"Kory, what non-"
"But it isn't nonsense! It's true! She knows you better than anyone else, better than me! You both share this strange fucking sense of intimacy-"
"No we don't"
"Yes, you do Richard. I don't know anything about you any more than she does. For fuck's sake, I had to call you under the premise of training the Titans in order to actually hear from you. Something happens to you and you go running to her. Your face lights up whenever you see her and you search for her in every room! I tried to get in the way and make you see only me, Richard, I really did, but she shines so bright that you can't see anyone but her whenever she is present. What is the point of fighting it anymore?" Kory says defeatedly. Dick reaches out for her but she steps back, "Kore, don't...don't say that" he says as his eyes begin to tear up.
"Richard, but I have to. You haven't been mine for a long while now and I thought coming to Gotham with you might've changed that but it didn't. It just made it ten times clear who you belong with and surprise! It isn't me! I have tried everything! From sex to calls and excessive PDA, to trying to limit your contact with her and trying to make you leave, and even trying to make you cut ties with her, and wanna know something? NOTHING WORKED! It isn't healthy anymore! I am desperately trying to keep something that isn't mine and never will be! I am trying to save something that's already ruined!" Kory yells and both can feel the tears run down their cheeks. Dick walks up to her and holds eye contact, "I love you, Kory, you know this, you must, you have to..." he whispers and Kory smiles bitterly at him, "I know, Robin, and I love you but you don't love me in the way I want to be loved" she answers and Dick looks down in shame. "I am sorry," he tells the girl and she smiles at him, "I am sorry. I am so so sorry, Kory" he keeps on whispering and she pulls him for a hug. No matter what anyone else says, Richard Grayson has the biggest heart of all and even in the moments where she is breaking a big part of his heart, he still doesn't have it in him to hate her and shove harsh words her way. "I know, Dick, I know. Part of loving you is letting you go so that you can truly be happy," She pulls him back to look him in the eyes, "We are over, Richard. Our time has finally come to an end" she says softly and Dick nods.
"We had a good run, Richard, we really did." She says as both laugh, still teary-eyed.
"We are no longer two dumb teenagers in love" he says and she nods laughing, "Please, Kory, know that my intention was never to hurt you, you kno-" Dick starts but Kory cuts him off with a laugh.
"Oh I know, Dick, I know, I think one of the last people to know that you're in love is you," Dick goes to open up his mouth in denial but Kory shushes him with a glare, "Richard Grayson you better not try to deny it! Do yourself a favor and accept it" Kory says and Dick has the decency to look bashful.
"It's not that, Kory, it's just, I mean, me and her, I mean she and well, we aren't exactly on good terms or have ever been exactly on the best but no well yeah but-" he is cut off by Kory's laughter.
"My, is this real? Is the suave Richard Grayson finally made a mess by a girl? What a sight!" she says and Dick glares at her. "It's complicated!" he huffs rolling his eyes and she just laughs out, "Isn't it always?"
They both decide to sit down on the grass and stair at the water. They stay in silence for a while. It is broken by Kory who looks at him curiously, "Since when?" she asks and Dick looks at her confused.
"Since when have you known that you know, you love her?" she asks and he just shrugs.
"I don't know actually, one day the hate turned into something else and I was too much of a coward to acknowledge it." He says picking on the grass.
"So you ran back to familiar?" she says and he nods a little distracted, she hums in understanding. "You are an idiot, Dick" she says making the boy nod and laugh with her. "Don't get me wrong, that wasn't the entire reason, I do love you, Kory" he says and she nods once again. She needed to clear the air before finally leaving.
"You know, it kinda makes me feel a little better that you were a little conscious of your feelings for her but pushed them down because of how much you love me" she says and he gives her a tight smile.
"What now?" he asks, scared of what the answer might be.
"Well, I am going back to the Titans tower and probably taking a well-deserved nap. You should probably go find her" she answers and Dick laughs, "No, what about us now?" he asks once again and Kory looks at him, understanding his questing. "OH! Well, you can always come to help co-lead the Titans, they are a handful as they are, so help is always appreciated. As for us us? I think we can be friends" she offers and Dick smiles and nods, "Yeah, I'd like that" making Kory smile, "But not now, I need some time, plus, I think you have a certain someone that requires your full attention" she insists and Dick lays back and looks up, "Oh her....I am fucked" he says making Kory laugh. "Why?!" she says and Dick looks at her incredulously, "Have you met her?!?! This is the one person that has never allowed me to charm my way out and is the first to call me on my bullshit. I may be absolutely earth-shattering in love with her but she will rain a shitstorm on my ass!" he exclaims making Kory wheeze, "You said it! You love her!" she yells and Dick still looks desperate to get his point across. "Yeah, but she will kick my ass" which creates another round of laughter from Kory. "Why? She got you?" she asks, genuinely confused.
"Like I said, she will absolutely call me on my bullshit and scold me for hurting you. She's a girl's girl according to Barbara and Stephanie so putting you in between will definitely be on her list of reasons why Dick Grayson is an asshole and no one can convince me otherwise," he says mocking her voice and making Kory laugh again before he continues, "Plus, she will wholeheartedly fight me on how horrible I've been with her, aside from calling me a coward for denying it for so long, Kory I have more chances entering a cage fight with a tiger and a grizzly bear and winning than the hell she will put me through, which I deserve cause she deserves so much better than me, because of all these years. She will look at me and say 'i hAvE sTanDarS' which good for her, but not really good for me cause I will have to bust my ass to become the man she deserves" Dick finishes his rant and Kory stops laughing to look at him.
"You really are in love," she observes and Dick flushes, making Kory smile. "I think this will be good for you, Richard," she says as she stands up. He gapes at her and she shakes her head with a smile, "She has always pushed you to grow and be better. And now it seems she will do so once again" she tells him, making Dick stand up. She kisses his cheek and starts to leave, waving back at him. Dick waves back as he thinks over her last few words. Yn has always been the force to challenge him, make him push past his limits, and become better. Although the majority of the time, it had been through fights and constant clashing, she always helped him get better. As he starts to walk back to the manor, he feels a gush of wind in his side. He looks and lo and behold, Wally West is looking at him with a big smile. "Sooooo, I take it that went well" he grins at Dick throwing his arm around him.
As he explains what happened with Kory, Wally nods. "Wow, this is the first time I have ever EVER seen you handle things like an adult" he quips making Dick shove his arm off as he laughs.
"Hey!" Dick exclaims to which Wally answers, "You know its true!"
They both walk back to the ballroom., "So what now with Yn?" Wally asks carefully before they enter. Remembering how cozy the two were before the dance, Dick pulls Wally by the ear and slightly threatens, "Seeing as now I have to bust my ass to win her over, do NOT make it harder by flirting with her. Keep your hands and words away from Yn, I will break your legs" To which Wally snickers like a little shit. "Hey, it did the job of getting you to do something so fuck off," he says as he pulls his ear from Dick's grasp. The two enter the ballroom and laugh falling back into the boyish banter they were always used to. Dick can feel the questioning gazes of his family and decides to avoid them because in all seriousness, he had no clue how he can even begin explaining this.
--<3--
"SHUT UP!" screams Barbara as Yn finally finishes her story, nodding excitedly. Barbara's mouth is wide open as she processes what just happened, making Yn laugh. "I know! I don't even know how I am breathing! It was so intense and genuinely, a little hot too and it felt sooooooo right but soooo wrong at the same time you know!?" YN exclaims as Barbara nods, "Yeah cause Kory was there and oh my, they are definitely breaking up! Shit, Yn! This is messy!" she says and Yn nods with wide eyes. "I know! And honestly, I feel so conflicted! Because A) I don't like that a thrid party got hurt-"
"Even if she was a huge bitch to you?"
"Even if she was a huge bitch to me. And B) Barbara it felt so good, like I wanna scream into my pillow all night kind of good!" Yn finishes and Barbara laughs at her expression, "Bitch I sure hope it feels good, it isn't every day that someone tells you that they are afraid of who they will become if you are gone AND tells you to ask anything and it is yours, you know, especially FROM DICK GRAYSON" says Barbara, "The same Dick Grayson, whose middle name is casanova with commitment issues" she finished making Yn burst out laughing. Finally, they calm down and stay silent as they process everything. They were still in their outfits, with the exception of their heels as they both lay on the floor of YN's bedroom.
"You know, don't feel so bad about the Dick and Kory thing. I think everyone has been seeing that they were going to fall out at any given moment in the last few years. So I don't really think it was ALL your fault. You being included was more of a last straw kinda thing" says Barbara trying to reassure Yn, who in return looks at her and asks, "You think so?" Barbara nods and Yn stays silent for a moment. "But if they broke up, I am NOT being a rebound. Dick has to prove that this time it is legit! Cause I am not going back to the same hot and cold as always. I can't, Barbara, I cannot! I deserve better and I don't want a few months of love and then for him to turn back into the asshole that he is always with me. I am not going to be the second choice cause his first left. If Dick wants me, he has to earn me" she says confidently and Barbara beams at her. "I wouldn't expect anything less from you." She says and they both laugh. They begin to put on their shoes after finally feeling like they should go back to the ball. They fixed themselves up and walked back. Barbara kept teasing Yn over her situation with Dick and Yn, although she was heavily blushing, she laughed with her friend. As they entered, YN went directly towards Diana with a huge smile, they agreed that Yn would spend the next weekend in New York with her so that she could tell her all about what happened in more privacy.
As she walked back to where Barbara, Cass, and Stephanie were, Yn made brief eye contact with Dick. She felt her heart skip a beat. Dick smiled at her and waved. Yn nodded in acknowledgment and waved back. The night carried on without any other mishaps. Even though, everyone was dying to know what happened between them, they would have to wait until their next Diyn (ship name) meeting to know what happened so they let it slide for tonight and just enjoyed the gala.
That night, as Yn was heading for bed her phone dings. She opens it only to find:
Mi Picaflor <3:
The offer still stands. Ask for anything and it is yours. Goodnight, gorgeous.
--<3--
"Right now, I'm shameless
Screaming my lungs out for ya, not afraid to face it
I need you more than I want to, need you more than I want to"
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