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nervoushottee · 29 days

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More | John Price x Fem! Reader

Summary: You’re stressed out of your mind and John knows exactly what you need to relax

Warnings: Explicit 18+, just sex, just porn little plot, you’re getting fucked from the back babes

Notes: Y’all this is literally a pattern. I’m ovulating… I’ve been reading a lot of 141 fanfiction and I just needed to write about my big man Price. Enjoy hottees

*this is unedited and probably doesn’t make any sense. Sorry not sorry*

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“Fuck John-” you mutter out. You can hardly hear yourself with how loud and filthy he’s fucking into you. Your brain fuzzy, all the contents of worry and stress slowly easing out of you with each thrust.

Your cheek pressed against the soft sheets of his bed, your hands placed on each side of you as your fingers softly curl into the linen. You back arched as your ass hits against his lower stomach and pelvis. His thick cock making your insides clench when he hits that certain spot. You don’t even notice the small amount of drool slipping out of your mouth onto the mattress.

“This is all you needed isn’t it? Just need me to fuck the stress out of that pretty head of yours. My sweet girl, fucking look at you.” John explains. You whine at his words, clenching at the way he calls you his sweet girl. You were, you were his good girl. His. His. His.

Hours before, you were stressed out of your mind with everything that had been happening. You couldn’t even imagine how John manages to handle everything with being Captain. The small amount of work compared to his big load made you feel like shit for complaining, stressing and crying over it to your lover. But you should’ve know better, because John Price would never think your stressors were lesser than his.

You were his world, his everything. If you asked him to jump, he would ask how high. If you need ice cream that was only made in Italy, he would be on the next flight out. If you need comfort from your stressors, he is going to give it to you. And he thought the best way to give it to you this time to fuck your brain dumb.

“It’s been a while since I’ve fucked you like this love.” The sound of his voice grounding you from your haze. His hands sliding against your ass, gripping softly before releasing. He wasn’t wrong. Usually, your sexual rendezvous were soft, intimate and saccharine. An intense love shared between you two after a long day on base. Slow and pleasurable that you loved all the same. But when the was time for this, you loved every minute of it.

“More.” you whine into the sheets. Your words were muffled, but you knew John heard you all the same. You feel his dick slow down inside of you, causing you to whimper, feeling the weight of John’s chest against your back. “You sure love?” he whispers against your ear. You push your ass against him, ushering him to move. Wiggling and making an effort to show him you wanted more. You hear him groan against your ear, peppering kisses down your neck.

“Yes sir. Please.”

The last bit of contact you got from him was a soft kiss against your shoulder before he got back into his position and started to ram into you. This time at a deafening pace than before.

You gasp at the sudden change of pace and cry out loudly. Fuck this feels so good. The way he pushes his thickness in and out of you so quickly. Making you feel winded, numb and so fucking blissful.

“Fucking love when you talk to me like that. My good fucking girl. You’re so good to me, letting me fuck you like this.” You feel your lips turn up into a small smile as you grip the sheets tightly into your hands. You knew your words would put him over the edge like this. He’s always calm and collected, always catering to your needs and wants. But sometimes, most times, you wanted him to let loose. To go all the way with you, and lose himself. He didn’t always need to be this perfect captain he tries so hard to be. He was perfect in every way to you. But you wanted him to make you his, to unwrap his fantasies on to you and let you take care of him.

His hands gripping your ass firmly, moving you so you can match his thrusts. He wasn’t stopping his rhythm. If anything he was going even faster, chasing his own pleasure as you simply take what he gives you. “Thank you sir- thank you, please don’t stop- please.”you cry out. You hear him chuckle at your words.

“Oh love, I’m just getting started.”

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feelbokkie · 11 months

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When They Notice That You're Not Around

☀️Feelbokkie M.list☀️

**Requested**

Ooh i got idea, so you have crush on this skz members and you try flirt with him for at least 1 month and he always ignore you until one day you playing trick on him by you being cold to him and didnt give him attention even when he is around you and from that he is trying to get your attention again

genre: fluff (felt nice this time), slight angst, friends to lovers, some crack

pov: 2nd POV

description: After all of your failed efforts of flirting with friend!skz

pairing: friend!skz x reader

warnings: swearing

word count: *listed below* (unedited)

a/n: I genuinely don't remember what I wrote originally so I'm pretty sure some of these are completely different from what I wrote originally.

방 찬(Bang Chan) (323 words)

"Why are you all the way over there? Come here," Chan waves you over to to the chair that he had placed right next to him.

"I'm good," you flatly respond.

You spent the better part of a month going straight to the studio or the dorm to hang out with Chan and shamelessly flirt with him. You would often pull up the chair that was in the corner and sit next to him, placing a cup of coffee in his line of sight, with a flirty joke or message on it, and sit quietly as he worked. After two weeks of noticing that, he started leaving the chair next to him for you and a clear space for the coffee. You didn't know it, but it was his favorite part of the day.

But today, you decided to fuck with him a little as revenge for not picking up your signals. So instead, you walked in, placed the cup at the edge of the desk, and laid down on the couch behind him. He pushed it off as you being tired and left it alone. That is until he picked up his coffee and saw it was noteless.

"Nope," He sighs, standing up.

He turns around and quickly picks you up before you could question what was happening and puts you in your chair. He takes a marker from a the pile of stuff he has on the desk and places it in front of you, along with his coffee cup. You stare at the cup, completely dazed from everything that just happened in a short amount of time, while Chan grabbed all you stuff from the couch and place them near you. Once he was done, he sat back in his chair pulled your chair closer to him.

"Don't think I didn't know what you were doing. Now go ahead, write your flirty little message. I know you were dying to."

이 민 호 (Lee Min-Ho) (331 words)

"Hello?" You asked, picking up your phone without even checking who was calling.

"Oh, so you do know how to use your phone." You hear an annoyed Minho on the other end. You silently curse to yourself and hang up the phone, knowing that it would piss him off more.

You had been flirting with Minho for a month before you decided to see if he would notice that you stopped. It's only supposed to be for a day and since you spent so much of your free time with him you thought it would be best to just stay home. You'd break immediately if you were hanging around him. He would purposely get in your face until you stopped ignoring him. You know he would, he's done it before. You knew that he would just leave you alone if you stayed home.

A few minutes later, there's a pounding at your front door. When you open the door, Minho let's himself into your apartment.

"Not one single stupid meme or dumb pick up line from you in 16 hours. I thought you were dead in your kitchen or something. And then, when you hung up on me, I thought you were being held hostage because why else would you hang up." He huffs.

"I--"

"Do you not like me anymore?"

"What?"

"Do you hate me?"

"Can we back track for a second? You knew that I have feelings for you?"

"You have feelings for me? Ah, that would explain a lot."

"What is happening right now?"

"You like me."

"We've established that already, unfortunately."

"We're dating now."

"What?"

"You like me and I spent nearly the entire day panicking because I didn't hear from you for one day."

"I don't see what that has to do with us dating?"

"I'm trying to tell you I like you too."

"Can't you tell me like a normal person?"

"Nevermind, I change my mind. I'm breaking up with you."

"Minho, wait! I'm kidding."

서 창 빈 (Seo Chang-Bin) (317 words)

"Are you mad at me?" Changbin asks, coming into the kitchen. You were helping Minho and Felix cook dinner like you normally did when you went over for group nights.

"No," Your eyes don't leave the potatoes you were peeling.

When flirting with Changbin for a month didn't work, you decided to see if ignoring him would do anything. And boy did it. He got annoyed immediately at the gym when you would purposely go to machines that were far away from him or ask either Chan or Jisung to spot you. And then when you decided to go all the way home to shower and take a nap instead of going to his dorm, which was way closer, he was left completely stunned. He knew you wanted to take a shower as soon as possible after working out, which is why he offered to let you take showers at the dorm instead.

The last straw was when you went over to the dorm for dinner and greeted everyone except him. You even refused to look in his direction before heading off to the kitchen.

By the time dinner was finished, you were the last one at the table as everyone helped get the food and you were double checking that everything was off. There was only one seat left at the table, between Felix and Changbin.

You took the seat and made it a point to scoot it closer to Felix, who didn't mind. Changbin watched as you talked and laughed with everyone else at the table. Quickly becoming jealous, Changbin pulled your chair closer to him. He placed a firm grip on the back of the chair so you couldn't move and leaned in by your ear.

"If you have feelings with me, don't play games and just tell me." He whispered. Everyone looked on in confusion as they watched your face turn beet red.

황 현 진 (Hwang Hyun-Jin) (317 words)

"Hyunjin, I said I was sorry." You whine.

"Do you guys hear something? I think a mosquito got in." Hyunjin says, not looking up from his phone.

You are currently on your knees in front of him, begging for his forgiveness and he is not having it. Yesterday you decided that today was going to be the day you were going to ice him out after flirting with him for a month. Hyunjin did not like that one bit and started ignoring you back immediately. Somehow you forgot how incredibly petty Hyunjin could get.

"You know he's an idiot, maybe you should have just told him instead of icing him out," Seungmin calls from the corner.

"You," You turn to point at Seungmin, "shut the fuck up. It was your idea to ice him out!"

"It was your mistake to go to me for love advice in the first place. You're both idiots, you're perfect for each other." He shoots back. Chan, who was sitting next to Seungmin, hits him in the back of the head.

"Love advice?" Hyunjin asks softly. You and Seungmin both freeze, too caught up in your bickering to realize that Hyunjin was still in the room.

"Shit," You mutter under your breath.

"You went to Seungmin for love advice instead of me?" He scoffs.

"Oh my god, he really is an idiot. Permanent president of baboracha." Seungmin laughs.

"Wait a minute..." Hyunjin pauses. You could practically hear the gears turning in his head.

"Kill me now," You whisper.

"There he goes," Chan adds.

"You like me? Is that why you're alway hanging around me?"

"I'm going home."

"No, wait! I like you too."

"You do?"

"Congrats, you two finally realized that you two like each other. Now can you two please shut up so I can eat in peace?" Seungmin says dryly, earning him another smack from Chan.

한 지 성 (Han Ji-Sung) (292 words)

You were honestly confused when you opened your front door to find Jisung standing there, holding bags of food. After countless failed attempts are flirting with him, you decided to see if giving him the silent treatment would do the trick. Tonight is supposed to be movie night but you decided to stay home instead, claiming that you weren't in the mood.

"Why are you here?" You ask softly.

"You're mad at me, clearly, and I'm trying to make up for whatever I did."

"What if I say no?" You question, amused by his persistence. He's been texting you non stop ever since you told him you weren't coming to movie night.

"Please, let me in. I'm really sorry." He whines. You hold back a laugh and let him in.

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You two ended up watching a few movies while eating. You were quiet while Jisung was doing his usual commentary. You were now watching a movie you picked that coincidentally had a plot where the female lead was consistently flirting with the male lead with not avail.

"That guys is a dumbass! How can he not see that she's clearly in love with him? She's literally looking at him with heart eyes." He whines. You try not to scoff at the sheer stupidity of Jisung.

The next scene is male lead realizes that he's in love with the female lead after she stopped giving him attention and moved on. You feel Jisung's body become rigid next to you.

"Fuck," You hear him mutter. You turn to look at him to see what happened, thinking he dropped food, only to be met with his lips literally crashing onto yours. He pulls away and gives you a sheepish smile.

"Sorry for being a dumbass."

이 용 복 (Lee Felix Yong-Bok) (287 words)

Felix sat on the edge of the couch pouting and head tiled in confusion, the space he left for you empty. Everyone else around you shared confused looks as you sandwiched yourself between Hyunjin and Seungmin instead of taking your normal spot next to Felix.

Felix had grown accustomed to the attention you had been given him over the past month. Everyone knew that you liked him, except for Felix himself. In fact, Changbin and Jeongin thought you two were dating already. So when you decided to not sit with Felix during game night, it left everyone bewildered.

You had been avoiding Felix all night, favoring spending time with the other boys over him. He didn't mind it at first, you were friends with everyone and it wasn't like you two were dating. And he was confident that you were going to be in his group like always.

Fed up with you constantly ignoring him, he got up from his spot on the couch and came behind you wrapping his arms and legs around you like a koala.

"Lix, go find another group." You sigh. You were adamant about icing him out all day after a failed month of flirting with him.

"No," He mumbles into your back.

"What do you mean no?" You ask trying to unclasp his arms and legs from around you unsuccessfully. His grip tightens a bit to make sure you couldn't pry him off.

"Mine," He lifts his head up and speaks loudly, making sure everyone in the room heard him.

"What's yours?" You ask confused.

"You," He says before pressing his lips to your cheek.

"Fucking finally! Have fun third wheeling, Hyunjin." Seungin shouts before moving to be next to Innie.

김 승 민 (Kim Seung-Min) (320 words)

"For the love of fucking god, will you two just make up and kiss already?" Minho yells.

You and Seungmin were at a standoff. Two days ago you decided to ice him out to see if he would notice that you were flirting with him nearly everyday for the past month. You somehow forgot how petty and stubborn Seungmin could be and now you two were genuinely ignoring each other. And unfortunately, all of the other guys were stuck in the middle.

"Y/n started it," Seungmin says simply, refusing to look up from his phone.

"Learn to take a fucking joke." You throw back, refusing to look up from your phone as well. You just finished photoshopping a picture of Seungmin's face onto a donkey and was in the middle of sending it in the group chat with all nine of you.

"Oh real mature, Y/n." He scoffs.

"I'm sick of this shit. Seungmin, Y/n likes you and the only reason why she ignored you two days ago is because you weren't picking up on the fact that she was desperately flirting with you every day and wanted to see if you would notice. And Y/n, Seungmin likes you and the only reason he got mad is because he's jealous that you're not giving him attention anymore. Kiss and get this over with, I'm hungry!" Jisung shouts, his skills as main rapper clearly coming in handy.

Both you and Seungmin stare at Jisung, who threw himself on the floor after exposing you two, before looking at each other. You both silently nod before getting up to silently jump Jisung.

"Someone help me!" Jisung screams.

"Knock it off," Chan says lazily. Both you and Seungmin stop and just look at each other.

"Want to dich everyone else and go on a date?" Seungmin asks.

"Sure," You shrug.

"What just happened?" Jeongin asks as you and Seungmin leave.

양 정 인 (Yang Jeong-In) (310 words)

"Hello--"

"Chan hyung says that you like me. Is that true?" Jeongin cuts you off as soon as you answer the phone.

"I didn't say that!" You hear Chan yell in the background.

"Uh..." Thrown by the sudden question, every word you know seemed to disappear from your brain.

"He said that you were flirting with me this whole time and I was being clueless. Is that why you were avoiding me yesterday?"

You pull the phone away from you ear and look at the time. It's definitely too early for this. You sigh before sitting up and turning on your bedroom light.

"Yeah," You mumble, defeated and still not awake enough.

"Why didn't you tell me?" You hear a chorus of 'I told you so's' in the background.

"I did," You get up and drag your feet to the bathroom to splash some water on your face.

"You did? When?"

"Last month, after you walked me home from the movies." You never imagined that this is how you would be confessing to Jeongin. You had several more romantic scenarios in your head that were more palatable than this.

"I thought you meant as a friend."

"As a friend? I kissed you!"

"Not as a friend?"

"Are your friends just kissing you platonically?" You scoff.

"Did you forget who I live with?"

"Oh right,"

"I like you too. Not as a friend, obviously. More than that." He whispers, probably so the boys don't hear him.

You nearly drop your phone in the sink full of water, the shock of hearing Innie say that he likes you too woke you up fully. You freeze, scared that if you moved an inch you would wake up from a dream. It wouldn't be the first time.

"Ah, Y/n, I have to go. Let's go out on a date tonight and talk, okay?"

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Buy me a coffee?

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tsukishimakeiswife · 3 months

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You just spent the dirtiest night of your life with Geto Suguru.

a/n- this song reminded me of him<3 you could play it throughout the post if you'd like.

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One chance. That's what you told yourself and Geto before agreeing to go on a date with him. Everything about him was so alluring. You knew once you crossed a certain line with him, there would be no going back. Not with him. In the 3 years you worked with Geto Suguru, not once did you resist catching a glance at him. How could you not? When he looked at you as if you were his only source of life. He was perfect and amazing at everything he did. That's also why you loathed him. Anything you did, he would do it better, that too with such ease.

Hating him wasn't easy, either. Your seniors would want you to consult him if there was any issue. Got a problem with your paycheck? Ask Geto. Want a sick leave? Ask Geto. And wouldn't he enjoy it when you came to him, seeking help? His signature smirk plastered across his face every time you stood outside his office. He was so infuriating, yet so attractive.

One day, he finally pushed you over the edge. A sales pitch you worked on for weeks was scraped just because Geto had a better idea. 'Of course, they should just let him run the company, huh?' You made the not-so-graceful decision of walking out of the meeting and going back to your office. You got your stuff, clearly done for the day, and left the building soon after. Trying to haul the cab in horrendous city traffic only frustrated you further. That was until someone put their hand on your shoulder, almost making you jump.

There he stood, looking egregiously hot. He stood in front of you with his shoulder-length hair in a half bun and a shirt that hugged him just right. He fixed his tie before speaking up after what felt like an eternity of eye contact.

"I didn't mean for that to happen- look, (y/n). I know you hate me right now, but let me make it up to you."

And that's how you ended up here. Sitting in front of him so prettily, adorned in your most breathtaking dress and high heels- to look somewhat tall next to his large build. You made sure to look your best, and the way his eyes scanned your body made your efforts worth them. The glass of wine in your hand, long forgotten as you leaned back and heard him speak. The tension between you two was wild. The air was heavy and thick. The ambiance of the restaurant didn't help much, either. You were sure he picked such a place on purpose.

However, that wasn't the craziest part about tonight. It was the fact that you were enjoying this so much. His eyes never left yours, alternating between your lips and orbs while you spoke. He leaned in to 'hear' you better and 'accidentally' brushed his knees against yours. Tonight, there was something different in him. It was as if nothing was stopping him. Hunger was apparent in his eyes. He was determined to get what he wanted.

You saw through his game. You weren't dumb, and he knew it. He wanted you to make the first move. Moreover, with every second passing, it seemed more difficult not to do that.

"Easier said than done, love. You ne-", he stopped talking immediately. He had something better to focus on now. Your freshly manicured nails were currently placed on his thigh. If his winning this silly game meant what you thought it did, then you'd take it any day. You were attracted to Geto, more than anything at the moment. His eyes darkened and in the blink of an eye, his entire aura shifted. You felt smaller, and you didn't think that was possible with Geto. He called the waiter for the cheque almost as if in a hurry.

The two of you got up and he immediately took your hand in his, taking you towards the elevator, maybe. You didn't care. Not when Geto has you in such a state. And he hasn't even touched you yet.

The two of you enter the elevator, finally alone. He didn't react, though. All you wanted to do was kiss him, taste him, feel him. His calm composure, on the contrary, was far from your flustered state. He looked down to meet your gaze as you did the same, bodies facing each other, but not reacting.

The lift doors opened and he immediately walked out. You tried to keep up with him, but he was practically dragging you now. You entered the suite he'd booked for you and the man in front of you didn't even wait for the door to close before pinning you against it. He leaned down to make sure he was just above you, his hair falling out of place onto yours. You tucked the strands of his hair behind his ears before pulling him down to kiss him.

You could physically feel the smile on his face when you did, and he didn't spare you for a second. His hands immediately reached for your throat and the other one pressed your lower back to bring you closer to him. The kiss was electric, hot, passionate, and desperate. Geto Suguru kissed hard. He gently led you towards the bedroom- not breaking the kiss for a second. You felt ecstatic, his hand on your throat applying the slightest amount of pressure- the kiss which was so hot you felt dizzy already. Breaking apart to catch your breath; you looked into his eyes, his pupils were completely blown out; his hair was a mess now; he was so pretty.

He pushed you onto the bed and you were now lying on your back. Geto caged you in before kissing your jaw, your neck- biting and leaving marks with utmost grace. He kissed you on that spot behind your ears, to which you sharply exhaled. He smirked against your skin and whispered in your ears, "I haven't even done anything yet, and look how you're reacting." you rolled your eyes and scoffed before whining at the feeling of his teeth sinking into your soft skin. Your hands were on his neck, playing with his hair and occasionally tugging on them. It drove him crazy.

He gave you a genuine look as his hands landed on the hem of your dress, making sure you were still okay with this- to which you nodded. He slipped your dress off and tossed it aside, taking in what was in front of him. It was as if he was consuming you completely, his gaze was dark- it sucked you in, trapped you inside. You tugged on his hand for him to hurry. He kissed you again and you unbuttoned his shirt. You knew he had an amazing body, but it was nothing like you'd imagined. There really was not a single thing in him that you could complain about.

He kissed down your chest, taking off your bra and stopping right at your stomach. He looked straight into your eyes and said, "What do you want me to do, love?" your breath hitched and you hesitated. You felt more needy than ever, Geto knew that. But he had to show you he had power over you, didn't he?

"Geto, please. I need you," you said- whispered. He raised his eyebrow to indicate that he'll have to hear you again. "You'll have to be louder- and more specific." he retorted.

"I want you to fuck me, there?" you almost spat out. Only getting more and more frustrated. You sneaked in a 'please, Geto' to make sure he didn't get pissed. All he did was simply nod while taking off your lace panties. He didn't hesitate for a second before shoving two of his long, rough fingers into your cunt. A loud whine left your lips and your hands immediately covered your mouth, trying their best to muffle your moans- screams. His fingers were long. You meant that. He stretched you out and immediately began pumping in and out. He tutted and shook his head- almost as if he was disappointed.

"I wanna hear you, baby. Covering your pretty mouth won't help. And, it's Suguru for you." at this point, anything this man said only made you wetter. He found your g-spot effortlessly, abusing it as he added a third finger. "Fuck- Suguru, too much." your back arched and your breath hitched with every thrust. He could tell you were getting close. "Too much? This isn't enough, my love." his thumb was now on your clit, toying with it as if it wasn't making you whimper and moan out his name. His free hand caressed your face, tucking your hair behind your ear and locking fingers with yours.

You were close, lewd sounds echoed through the suite and his harsh, degrading comments only got you riled up more. "gonna cum- shit. hah- Suguru, more." He chuckled before picking up his pace. "Come on, come for me." pushing you over the edge. You screamed out his name and held onto his hand as your orgasm washed over you. It was ecstatic. Your body spasmed and you tried to catch your breath. Your orgasm barely passed by before you hear his trousers drop to the floor.

"Don't think we're done, love. I meant what I said. We're just getting started." he took off his boxers revealing what he'd been hiding the entire time. This man was big. And you meant that. A wave of shock and excitement passed your body as you gasped at the sight before you.

"Get on your knees for me." you nod and shuffle around till your knees and elbows are on the mattress, your ass is up and your hair brought to one side of your face. His hand trails along your spine kneads your ass before giving it a harsh slap.

“I’m gonna go slow at first, tell me when you’re comfortable, hm?” he says as he coats his cock with your slick. He aligns himself and slowly enters your hole. A sharp exhale left your mouth as you groaned and threw your head back. He was way bigger than you expected, you bit your lip to drift your attention away from the sting you felt. He leaned forward so that his chest was on your back now and he sank his teeth into your neck while entering you slowly. You whimpered and tears pooled in your eyes, carrying your mascara with them as they ran across your cheek. He kissed your tears away and whispered how ‘you’re such a good girl’ and you’re ‘so obedient for him’

After what felt like an eternity, he completely bottomed out and the pain slowly faded away- transforming into the most pleasure you’ve ever had. You gave him a quick nod which was his signal. He turned immediately. His pace increased and he went faster- harder. Your face was now smushed against the pillow while you screamed in pleasure. His hand rubbed against your overstimulated clit- only making you cry out more as you begged him to slow down, to go easy on you. His hips snapped against yours picking up his pace despite your cries.

You could feel your next orgasm nearing, feeling embarrassed over how much tighter your cunt got with every thrust, a groan left his lips and he grabbed a fistful of your hair to lift you up to his level, your back pressed against his strong chest.

“You’re gonna be a good slut for me and take it, yeah? I see the way you’d look at me everyday. Fucking me with your eyes in front of everyone. Now take it like a good girl.” you cried out his name and tried to grab his hand that was currently abusing your clit. Your choked cries and unsuccessful attempts at getting him to slow down did nothing but boost his ego more. He let go of your hair letting you fall back onto the pillow and grabbed your face, turning it to the side, “You’re not gonna look away, okay?” he said.

You bit your lip and nodded at him as you grabbed the bedsheets, seeking support from the silk sheet underneath the two of you. He thought you looked beautiful, your pouty lips were swollen and glistened with your own saliva on them, your cheeks stained with mascara and your eyes, half lidded and pooled with tears. You looked ethereal.

With a final thrust you came around him, crying out choked moans and whines as your eyes rolled to the back of your head and you felt like you couldn’t think anymore. Geto thrusted into you throughout your orgasm and gently lifted you up while he fucked into you, you gasped as you still clinged onto him. This man was strong- he lifted you off the ground while fucking into you as if it was no big deal.

By the time you rode out your high, you realized you were pressed against the glass window of your suite. The cold glass made you hiss as you looked down at the busy street. Humiliation took over you as you looked at Geto with a confused face. You were tired, that's for sure. A mess. That was an accurate word to describe your state right now. Geto pulled out of your abused hole and you whined at the empty feeling, still breathing heavily from your last orgasm. He turned you around to face him.

"You alright there?" he tilted his face to the side and leaned down to lock lips with yours. He was soft, kind, and caring. At the same time time; he was rough, mean, and sadistic. He had you wrapped around his finger. You whispered his name out when he slowly entered you again. Your back arched and you dug your nails into his back. He hissed at your actions and groaned your name out. Your name left his lips as if it was his favourite word.

His pace increased and you clung onto him with every bit of strength left in you. Your mind felt foggy and you didn't know what took over you, you spoke up. "Suguru, let me ride you. Please." it was a weak whisper. He wouldn't have been able to hear you if it wasn't for how close the two of you were. He slowed down and carried you to the bed, placing you down before getting on. He made himself comfortable against the bedframe and tapped on his thigh, "There's nothing I would love more, love."

You weren't so sure if that was a mistake or not.

"Tired already? You've barely moved."

"So gorgeous, all f'me."

"Look at you, my cock-drunk princess."

"Want me to lend a hand?" he smirked. He had the 'genius' idea of tying your hands behind your back before you got on top of him. You definitely made a mistake with your suggestion. Your head was on his shoulder now. Your thighs felt like they were on fire. Every single movement made you cry out. He didn't help you out, either. His large cock only adding to your mix of pleasure and pain. He enjoyed this more than anything. Your struggle to take him and maintain balance riled him up even more. You groaned at his words and nodded into his shoulder.

"What was that? You're gonna have to tell me." you can't believe you almost forgot why you hated him so much. He grabbed your face by the neck and brought you to face him, inches apart. You bit your lip to muffle out your moans and rolled your eyes. He looked at you, waiting for you to speak. "Help me, Suguru." "Please," you added, before he spoke up, causing him to smile.

"Whatever you say, love," he whispered in your ear before gripping your hips and bucking his hips upwards. You gasped at the sudden movement and lost balance, falling back onto his shoulder as you cried out his name. He was close, and so were you. Your whines and moans of his name made him feel like his body was on fire. You had no idea how obsessed he was with you. And there you were, in front of him, breaking down because of him.

"Fuck, (y/n). You're driving me crazy." he pulled you up and looked at you, and you didn't dare to look away from him. No, if you did, you were sure he would ruin you. His words threw you over the edge as you tightened around him and came. He hissed at you and shot his seed into you. He held onto you as you clawed at his chest- riding out your high.

The two of you stayed in the same position for who knows how long. "I thought this was supposed to be an apology dinner." you panted out.

"Would you rather have that?"

"...no."

You let out a tired giggle before looking up to meet his eyes, smiling and pulling him into a simple, pure, passionate kiss.

"I still dislike you, though,"

“I wouldn’t pass a judgment so soon. After all, I’m not done with you yet.” he said, while his hands moved down your body.

———

part two??

#geto suguru #geto x reader #geto smut #jjk geto #suguru #jjk smut #jjk x reader #jjk x reader smut #this is so hot please #i need this #Spotify

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dawndelion-winery · 2 years

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Dumb Ways To Fall in Love

The silly things they do to impress you when they're in love

Ft. Childe, Diluc, Kaeya, Dainsleif, Scaramouche

Childe:

He's always liked to think he was charming in his own odd way

And he does fully expect said "charm" to work on you

Which is why he's pretty confused as to why you don't seem smitten by his obvious attention

He cooks for you a lot! But they're normally,,,,unique dishes with whatever he fishes himself

Because he wants to impress you with how he can whip something up from scratch

Which doesn't really work out well because...well we've seen his signature dish

More often than not, the dessert is far more appetising

Please use that as motivation to finish the main course, he tried his best and it would hurt his feelings if you didn't even try it

Diluc:

He knows him being a rich, gentlemanly bachelor is a very big seeking point of his to most of the Mondstadt population

Which is why he not so subtly tries to subtly flex his wealth in front of you

Now he's already normally generous, which is what makes it so jarring when he does it with you

Because mentally he's just "Yeah, I'd do this for the average Mondstadt citizen, which means I have to one up that now"

But of course who's to determine what "one" is?

Hence the huge leap of obvious favouritism

Not even a hint of hesitation when you seem to want something from him

The number of times he's just agreed to whatever favour you've asked for before you've even specified the favour should give you an idea of what he's like

Kaeya:

He once heard you mention how you feel he's too cool and unapproachable for you, as nice as he was

So he makes an effort to slip up in front of you

Internally he thinks you'll appreciate it - "Notice me being a dumbass and find it endearing please"

Surely that should change your mind about him, right?

Until he overhears another of your opinions on him and how you (affectionately) called him a goofball playing a suave captain

Which he couldn't quite refute but he wasn't entirely sure if that was positive

Leading him back to his initial bravado, once again creating that rift because the dork you thought you noticed had disappeared

And then he panics again because you seem distant again

And the cycle repeats itself until he gets some sense slapped into him or you take a chance and ask him out

Dainsleif:

It wasn't easy being captain of the royal guard

But it was somehow easier than baring his heart to you

Brings you fruits and flowers as he travels with you

Definitely the type to silently bring you cut and peeled fruit as a nonverbal "I love you"

He's gotten really good at food presentation because of it, and adds little edible flowers as decoration

If you ever decide to take a break and read, he offers to feed you the fruit

Honestly at some point it's more like you would naturally assume y'all are dating?? But he doesn't really get the memo and keeps wondering why you never bring it up like is he not being obvious enough for you?

In pain whenever you snuggle up to him assuming you think it's platonic but accepts it nonetheless because it's nice to be able to hold you and be held

Scaramouche:

All people do is disappoint so why put in the effort to woo you?

So he says as he proceeds to try impress you anyway

Subtly flexes quite literally every strength he has in front of you

For no apparent reason he'll cook over a campfire he started out of nowhere just because

Yeah, y'know, just to show he can work with what he's got, he's very resourceful

You're not entirely sure what his intentions are though, since he's more of proving his usefulness instead of showing you he cares about you

And you'd probably only pick up on that if you knew his past

He does pick up on what makes you feel loved and enjoy his presence over time though, so give him a little adjustment time to work out how to best express himself to you

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lotus-pear · 2 months

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Can we stop acting like dazai was the devil. Like yes he did bad things but he was a child. He was 15 alone and in the mafia where althe was told to do was bad things. ALL dazai knew how to do is lie and deceive because it what he's always had to do.it's self preservation. Like??? When will people realize dazai wasn't a monster and was justa child brought up in an Unsafe and abusive environment. Behaviors are learned your aren't born with them. Dazai was a suicidal child just trying to survive all'he knew was manipulation and Iying because that's all he was taught. He abused akutagawa because that's all he was taught. And as he got older it's all he knows how to do. Obviously he's gotten better but he's still morally grey. And that's ok but it's not enough to call him a monster. hes trying so so hard to change, and even if he may not realise it or cling guiltily to his past, the entire prison arc shows how much effort hes put in to become a better person it isnt easy, growing up exposed to death/violence resulting in empathy and apathy issues, all while battling an emptiness inside thats slowly eating up ones will to live. hes genuinely trying to recover from that period of his life, and i cannot express how proud i am solely because of that. hes finally found a healthy environment, a family, and he deserves it along with so much more. he may be deemed as a “monster“ in the past, that cannot be erased, but he hates that part about himself too. being in the good or bad used to make no difference to him, but i strongly believe it does hate that part of him. Dazai slander are fún and everything - BUT people seem to not get his character right. No, he's not an edgy boy. He genuinely wants to change for the best to make Oda proud, 'BUT HE ABUSED AKUTAGAWA’ , yeah, Akutagawa abused Kyoka and nobody is talking about how its litterally GENERATIONAL TRAUMA. Dazal was never raised correctly, he got raised by Mori and used by him to make him his right hand, maybe because of his ability, or he saw potential in him. He never fell parental Love nor being special to Someone except for Oda. "He LEFT Chuuya!!!“ ok and? Chuuya doesn't need him to live: Dazai LITTERALLY SAW PEOPLE GETTING KILLED/KILLING THEM ON THE DAILEY (AND HE WITNISSED ODAS DEATH - THE ONLY PERSON THAT MADE HIM WANT TO CHANGE.) his eyes at the age of 14, and Mori made him live in a shipping container. Obviously he is not gonna feel human after all this.

And about him and chuuya - the thing is they DO CARE ABOUT EACHOTHER. but nobody seems to care about chuuya other than the fact hes hot asf anf the fact that he is ’super mega gay for dazai 🥺🥺🥺’ because are we reading/watching the same series???? There’s SO MUCH to his character too!!!! But all everyone talks about with him is with dazai, chuuyas character is CRAZY WELL WRITTEN and everyone dumbs it down to ‘he’s an angry short boy with a god inside him and he’s mega gay for dazai and he’s also really hot’ like no - stfu he’s not actually super hot headed and it’s CANNON he’s usually pretty calm and collected. On the other side of the coin is that dazai DOES care about him - in Stormbringer ; Dazai literally willing gave Chuuya an option to either use corruption on Verlaine when he used his true form or to retreat and not do it, which gave a sense of Dazai giving Chuuya the choice to do what he wants without forcing him to, and the fact that when Chuuya used corruption, he was being injured badly to the point where Abahabaki was going to destroy Chuuya which FREAKED DAZAI OUT , and the fact that Dazai certainly believes that Chuuya is human shows that Dazai does care about Chuuya in certain ways without showing due to afraid of losing someone he cares about. and In age 15 Dazai, was willing to help Chuuya to find Abahabaki and defeat Rimbaud, along with stormbringer with him helping Chuuya to find out if he's human or not and to defeat Verlaine.

Ty for reading my rant 💞💞💞💞

i can't tell if this is attacking me or just a rant in general but anyway YESSSSS I 100% AGREE YOU ATE W THAT ANALYSIS BRIAR‼️‼️

#everybody who mischaracterizes dazai over the stupidest shit read this Right Now #lotus’s asks

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johnsgunbelt · 4 months

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Aaa I just discovered your blog with the Kon Kon and reader with autism—my heart ;u;

is it possible to ask for a part 2 of that, if that’s ok! Maybe like early stages of König and his partner but maybe the reader has also never experienced a romantic relationship?

so sorry if this is odd or anything ;3; I hope you’re having a great day and staying hydrated!!

His love - König 2

Pairing: König x Autistic!GN Reader

Warnings: Gun mention,Fluff

Boyfriend!König Who has had eyes on you before he even knew your name, he found you so intriguing. When he finally built the courage to ask for your name and number you gave it to him.

Boyfriend!König Who notices very early on that you don’t really understand his flirting and some of his jokes so he makes his best efforts to make it extremely obvious to you so you’re not confused.

Boyfriend!König Who is so excited when you finally pick up on his hints. He asked you out on a date and you happily accepted.

Boyfriend!König Who listens to all your little rambles on your first date no matter what it was about just because he loved hearing your voice and you being so interested in something, but that’s when the topic of relationships came up.

“Yeah so I’ve never had a serious relationship, my autism kinda gets in the way is what I’m told.” “People are douchebags Schatz you’re perfect. I promise your autism isn’t an issue. I’ll love you no matter what.”

You smiled at his statement and when the date was over you invited him to your house for a little movie date. He remembered the movie you talked about at dinner and immediately put it on for you just so he could see you get all excited, and that's when he first learned about your stimming and he was so in love.

Boyfriend!König Who buys you loads of flowers and you’re not used to all the kind treatment he shows you so you get embarrassed and just say, “Thank you Kon Kon.” Which is a nickname you gave him early on because you thought it would suit him.

But one day you slowly understand the flowers and you start giving him kisses on the cheek instead, and his face gets all red and he has to pretend that didn’t just make his heart all fuzzy and warm.

Boyfriend!König Who makes sure you understand his jokes and humor. He makes sure that no one around you makes fun of you either because you can’t quite understand the difference in sarcasm and seriousness.

Like for example someone called you dumb and that was sarcasm so he looked at you and just said “Sarcasm.” And you nodded but one time someone called you annoying and he said “Seriousness” And you got upset and he punched them.

Boyfriend!König Who remembers all your hyperfixations and buys things that are related to whatever you like, whether it be a book, action figure, album, tapestry, etc. He’s bought it for you.

Boyfriend!König Who lets you have designated times alone so you can regroup and calm down. If you ever go to his base and someone dares to bother you during that time? 10 Laps and 30 Pushups. He wants his love to be able to calm down after a long day of loud noises and annoying people.

Boyfriend!König Who lets you do his skincare, makeup, nails, or even hair. Whatever you wanna do he lets you. He has no problem embracing his feminine side a bit.

Boyfriend!König Who lets you pick out every song in the car if you go on a road trip just because he loves to see that little smile and adores you when you get all happy over something small.

Boyfriend!König Who has let you touch his guns with the safety lock on. You have no idea how many people he’s killed with that but you find it so fascinating he just has them. He smiles whenever you observe them and ask questions about them.

Boyfriend!König Who orders food to the house instead of going out because you hate loud surroundings and crowded ones you despise so he’ll order whatever food you’re craving just because. He’ll even feed it to you if you asked him to. And he makes sure to use the right spoon,knife,and fork so you’re not uncomfortable.

I really like this HC sm RAHHHH<3

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marvelobsessed134 · 4 months

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I know Halloween is coming very quickly and I had this fic in mind of older nicki being a serial killer with his eyes on the young female reader

Somebody’s watching me

So even tho Halloween is long gone I still wanted to fulfill this request so here it is! Enjoy!

Pairings: Older!Nikki Sixx x Fem!Reader

Warnings: smut, dark content! Serial killer!Nikki, dub con, sub reader, knife usage, blowjob, stalking

It was around 12:00 am and you were walking home from the club. Yes, not so safe as a young girl like you to be walking home alone this late. But you didn’t think much of it.

But little did you know, he was watching. The raven haired bassist that had a less than moral and legal hobby on the side. And he happened to have his eyes set on you.

He didn’t want to kill your though. Something about you intrigued him. And made him hard. He just had to have you.

Finally, you got inside your house, turning on the light and taking your coat off to hang it up in the coat rack.

Then, you walked into your bedroom to take your makeup off and put on your satin pajama’s before walking into the living room to grab a glass of wine and watch TV. You’re not feeling too tired and want to catch up on some 90 day fiancé.

Suddenly, as you were curled up on the couch, you heard your back sliding glass door open. Your eyes widened and you perked up, almost spilling your wine as you were on high alert.

You stood up, putting your glass on the side table before walking towards the dining room which had the door to the backyard.

Slowly walking towards it, you called out, “Hello? Is anyone there?”

Dumb move, girl. Because the next thing you know, you’re being pressed against the intruders chest, his hand covering your mouth.

You squirmed and tried to get out of his hold but you couldn’t. Crying in distress. “Shh bunny. Don’t want to alert the neighbors do we?” Your eyes widened at his words. That voice sounded familiar.

Turning your head, you saw the face of the man you’ve been crushing on for years.

“Nikki Sixx?” You asked, but was muffled by his hand. But the bassist understood what you meant. “In the flesh, baby.” He chuckled.

He dragged you into your room at the back of the house, tossing you on the bed after locking your door and pulling his knife out.

You were in shock, you didn’t make an effort to run. Though you should’ve. Nikki had a wicked smile on his face as he walked slowly towards you. His erection visible through this black jeans. Your heart rate picked up, goosebumps forming all over your body. Your core heating up. Something about this was kind of erotic.

“So pretty.” He muttered, his voice barely above a whisper as he trailed the knife down the side of your face. You shivered, partially from fear and being turned on.

“N-Nikki…what’s going on why are you in my house? How do you even know I exist-“

“Shhh…” he put his finger to your lips.

“You wanna know what I do when I’m bored? Hm? You wanna know that your idol is sick and twisted in the head? Hm? You wanna know about the groupies I’ve killed?”

Your eyes widened. No, no, no. No way Nikki would do such a thing! Sure, he’s done bad things but not this bad right?

You tried to squirm away but he gripped your wrist so tightly, and pressed his knee down on your lower stomach so you couldn’t get away.

“But don’t worry. You’re too sweet to be killed. I just want to keep you,” he moved to whisper in your ear, the knife lightly pressing into your rib cage, “forever.”

He pressed his lips to yours, and you began to passionately make out. You moaned into his mouth, going completely limp as you got lost in the feeling.

Nikki let go of the knife after he trusted that you wouldn’t run away. You just laid there as you watched him take his shirt off and unbuckle his pants. His cock sprung out and you immediately got down on your knees. Wanting nothing more than to taste him.

He slid his cock into your eagerly awaiting mouth, you closer your lips around him and allowed him to fuck your face.

“So good, such a good girl. Tight little mouth.” The bassist groaned. And it was in that moment that he one you were going to be his forever.

#motley crue #motley crue x reader #nikki sixx #tommy lee #vince neil #fanfic #mick mars #smut #current nikki sixx x reader #nikki sixx x reader #nikki sixx smut

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liuhko · 7 months

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Gold Digger

𝜗🤍 ݁ Nanami with an obnoxious, gold digging wife. Got this idea at 3AM (finished it at 5AM) and I can’t let it go to waste, especially with this rising interest in my man (nanami). This is a long one, so you're welcome!

Nanami wasn’t the richest man on the planet, but he was rich enough. You came across him at a restaurant after his failed blind date, you had been watching the ordeal from afar and noted the expensive dishes he allowed his date to order. Of course, that didn’t mean much but your gut told you to go after him, so you did.

Thank goodness you listened to your gut, you somehow managed to woo him and he eventually proposed to you. Now here you were, several years into a marriage built on support, trust, and financial stability.

Your relationship with Nanami started strangely but you did eventually fall in love, and that’s why he put a ring on it (kardashian level diamond ring). To him, you’re the cutest, silliest little financial parasite he’s ever known. No, but seriously you do love each other, you just so happen to care for his assets a bit more.

Nanami isn’t an idiot, he was aware you were after his money, and most men would’ve ignored you completely because of that, but he can’t deny that he‘s very attracted to you. That and your unbelievable lack of shame. Not once did you even attempt to hide your desire for his money, you would always eye designer stores whenever you were out on dates and you made a habit of asking him for exactly $5.99 every day. There was always a need for it somehow, whether it be the bus, food, or the convenient loss of your piggy bank. You were so dedicated that he couldn’t help but indulge in your wants (or needs as you’d say).

You’re a dumb dumb and VERY obnoxious, not Gojo-level obnoxious, but still pretty annoying. The only reason Nanami ignores it is because you’re a pretty lady who knows how to sweet talk him. He doesn’t mind your level of smarts, and while your obnoxiousness does irritate him at times, it’s not enough for him to up and leave. Besides, you aren’t as dumb as some believe you to be. You’re smart enough to charm a rich man, so how dumb are you really?

Back to the obnoxiousness, boy you talk a lot. It’s like an endless fountain of words spews from your mouth, and if that isn’t the case you’re always doing something mildly annoying.

Nanami’s friends and family are NOT rocking with you in the slightest! Except for Gojo, Gojo likes being around you, you’re a less frustrating version of him. The same goes for Nobara too, she thinks you’re justified and relatable because she too, dries out people’s bank accounts. As for the others, Nanami’s loved ones still don’t understand why he married you while knowing your true intentions. The one who was the most sour about your union was his son, Yuuji. Yuuji never outright says “I don’t like you.” But he does actively make an effort to persuade his dad to leave you. “Divorce isn’t that expensive these days, there’s also less shame, so I think it’s a great choice.” Nanami just chuckles and tells Yuuji that there’s nothing wrong with a woman wanting money. Yuuji is your biggest hater.

NSFW

Nanami gives you allowances for any extra things you want to buy, and you almost always use this money on lingerie. You have a singular closet just for lingerie, it varies from cutesy to intense BDSM. Nanami loves the ones with easy access since he usually comes home exhausted from work. He likes that he doesn’t have to think much, just put his things away and slide into you. He doesn’t like to acknowledge this but if he knows he’s going to be away for a while because of work he’ll take one of his favorite lingerie sets and go crazy with it later. He always asks for permission before doing so.

Hate sex. Annoyance sex (I don’t think that’s what you call it)! You’re so beyond irritating, and while Nanami does love you, he needs a break from it at times. It’s always the worst when he’s trying to organize his schedule or relax from a long day only to have you rambling in his ear. He could ask you to tone it down but sometimes that doesn’t work, if he asks nicely and you don’t stop he’ll distract you with sex.

Nanami will pick you up, toss you onto the bed, and do whatever it takes to keep you quiet. He’ll spend hours pumping into you repeatedly if it means he gets a moment of peace when he’s done. He does get distracted at times though, who can blame him? :(( the way you squirm and shake beneath him when he whispers sweet nothings into your ear while roughly thrusting into your warm pussy, the apologies that fall from your lips when it all becomes a bit too much. “Kento, please, it’s too much…I’ll let you get your work done, I’m sorry…” (you never mean it though, the overstimulation makes you pleasantly dizzy and you love pissing him off). He loves making you feel good, no matter how much he wishes you’d shut up.

Money = breeding session. Nanami has a breeding kink, it’s a fact among the people. He loves cumming inside you but you’re a wicked little thing who won’t let him until he promises to add just a bit more to your allowance. He’ll give you your desired amount no matter how absurd it is. Truth be told he is WHIPPED for you and wants to make you happy (he also wants to cum in you). Some may say this is wrong, others call it taking advantage of your resources.

Bonus: he loves when you suck him off for multiple reasons. 1, it silences you completely. 2, he gets to cum in your mouth. 3, you look so pretty with his dick in your mouth.

𝜗🤍 ݁ I finished this whole thing in 2 HOURS. This must be how mass producers feel when they pump stuff out quickly, better start calling me the SHEIN of tumblr.

TAGS @cindol @rizsu @lucstarz @histani @pekejs @hymnboos @dayestic @svgvruz @zorosq @peachop

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shaunamilfman · 8 months

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Dating Nat Scatorccio

pre-crash headcanons

nsfw mentions

i feel like you'd start hanging out in the first place because you pretended to be a fan of a band she likes. you mispronounce the band name one day and she's like "wym we listened to all their albums??" and you're just like "Nat, baby…". she'd pretend to be all offended but honestly be so pleased that you'd go through all that effort to hang out with her. "I can't believe you :(" but she's blushing.

"however could I make it up to you baby?". "well…" she trails off suggestively.

i know everyone headcanons Nat as a top but considerrrrr. i don't think Nat has ever had anyone that truly cares for her at this point. sure she's got her friends but still. i really don't think she'd know what to do with all that attention.

like your focusing fully on her and she's just shifting nervously. there's just something about pinning her down and just making her feel good. she'd be so pretty when she blushed. breathy little moans because she's embarrassed to be loud.

i think she'd give you little gifts like cool rocks she found on her way home or like a cool piece of glass she found. i feel like she'd love to give you things she made for you. just wants you to know she loves you.

Nat loves when you mention thinking about her when she isn't around. you'll give her some dumb magnet and be like "i thought of you when I saw this :)" and she'll undress so fast you get hit by her flying clothes.

"was it the magnet???". "you're so lame. come here"

sneaking out to pick Nat up in the middle of the night after she got in a huge fight with her mom's new boyfriend. bringing her home and holding her while she pretends she doesn't want to cry.

she's such a little spoon. desperately craves your love and affection, but tries too hard to be aloof about it.

Nat trying not to laugh as she hides under your bed the next morning when you and your mom are arguing in your room.

sneaking off too make out in a closet and having to run to practice after you lost track of time

picking a fight with Jackie after she calls Nat a burnout again.

i don't think Nat would really know how to react when you stick up for her as she's never really had anyone to do it before. i think she might react a little hostile at first because she feels like you're pitying her, but she would definitely warm up to it after a while. she's spent so long being seen as a burnout loser that she's probably started to believe it herself

thinking about Nat pulling a chair up to you in the library and straddling it while she convinces you to skip and go smoke with her. Nat laying her head on her crossed arms on the back of the chair as she mockingly pouts at you.

desperately need Nat wearing an old shirt when she sleeps over because it's the only thing that fits. she's like 5'6 but she always seems so small??

Nat climbing into your bed with no makeup on to sleep. she'd look so soft without it. holding her and gently stroking her hair as she falls asleep

laying in bed watching Nat put her eyeliner on in the morning.

100% believe she would be a music snob. She’d gently poke fun at you for listening to music that she doesn’t ‘approve’ of, but would sometimes get so serious it would turn into an actual argument. I feel like she listens to music for lyrics and doesn’t care as much about how it sounds.

#if you can spell scatorccio without looking it up first i envy you #can never remember if its two t's or c's #yellowjackets x reader #yellowjackets x you #nat scatorccio x reader #natalie scatorccio x reader

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riality-check · 1 year

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come get part 4 of platonic hellcheer coparenting! part 1, part 2, and part 3

Chrissy is trying very hard not to be scared out of her mind. For all her effort, she’s failing miserably.

Three separate tests sit on the counter. Three separate tests from three separate brands. The odds of all of them are astronomically low, and she should know. That Google search is the most recent tab on her phone.

(For a moment, when she was typing, she stopped herself, reminded herself that her mom tracks her search history. Then, she shook herself out of it, remembered that she’s twenty years old and hasn’t lived with her mother for a second since she turned eighteen. Then, she kept on typing.)

But oh, God. She’s twenty years old, and there’s three positive tests sitting in front of her.

She’s twenty years old. She can’t even legally get a drink - she’s got a good fake though, and that bartender never looks too hard anyway - but she’s supposed to have a baby? A baby?

She can barely take care of herself. She’s working a terrible minimum wage job, taking phone calls at a truly mediocre pizzeria, but that’s not enough to support her and a kid. Never mind the fact that there’s no place for a baby here, not with a roommate, and she can’t afford this place without her roommate-

Someone knocks on the door, shaking her out of her thoughts.

“Coming!” she calls, and she gets up off the bathroom floor, wipes her tears, and answers the door.

It’s Eddie. True to his word, it’s only been ten minutes since she hung up on him, and it looks like he spent every minute of it sprinting over. She’s pretty sure his shirt is on backwards, and both his shoes are untied, and his hair is thrown up into a bun that honestly just looks like one big knot.

They’re both such messes. How the hell are they supposed to have a ba-

“You okay?” he asks.

Not hi or can I come in or screw you, you’re on your own.

You okay? he had said.

Chrissy can’t help it, she starts crying again right there.

“Woah, okay, yeah,” Eddie says, coming in and immediately hugging her. “Yeah, stupid question. Sorry.”

She hugs him back, clinging onto him because, honestly? She doesn’t have much else. Jason sucks. She’s not going back to him, ever. And her parents-

Oh, God. Her parents. They would want to know, even if she hasn’t spoken to them in years, and-

“Not stupid,” Chrissy says between sobs, just to get her mind off that particular track. “Not a dumb question.”

“I think I should have been able to tell that you aren’t okay,” Eddie says gently, leading the two of them to the couch.

“No,” Chrissy says, pulling back. She wipes off her tears, puts on an intentionally fragile smile, and says, with her nose almost completely clogged up, “I think it’s a perfectly reasonable question.”

That makes Eddie laugh, which makes her laugh, and it feels a little bit better.

They sit down together, and Chrissy watches as Eddie keeps himself quiet by toying with one of the many rings on his hands. It’s the one on his right ring finger, the one he keeps playing with, the one with a big stone in the middle. It doesn’t quite fit in with the rest of them.

Chrissy wonders where he got it from.

Neither one of them says anything, until Chrissy surprises herself by breaking the silence.

“So,” she says, and that’s all she’s got.

“So?”

“So, what do you think?”

“What do I think?” Eddie asks, tilting his head to the side in confusion. “What do I think? This isn’t up to me, Chrissy. You say how this goes. I’m just along for the ride.”

Oh.

“So, if you don’t want to do this, that’s fine. If you want to, I’ll do it with you. If you want to but want me to get lost, I’ll do that-”

“Why would I want you to get lost?” she asks, interrupting what’s clearly become a nervous ramble.

Eddie stares at her. “Why wouldn’t you?”

“What?”

“Chrissy, I’m a twenty-two year old high school dropout who tried to start a band with his friends and got scammed by a shitty record company. I live with my uncle in a trailer park, I’m studying for the GED, which is way harder than it has any right to be, and I’m never going to be able to love you the way that you deserve.”

Eddie spreads his hands out in a ta-da! motion, and while he’s smiling, Chrissy can see how it’s strained at the corners of his mouth.

“You done yet?” she asks.

“What do you-”

“Eddie, I’m a twenty year old who hasn’t spoken a word to her parents since the second I turned eighteen. I’m working the world’s worst minimum wage job to try to pay for community college, I used a fake ID at that bar where we met again, and I spent way too much of my life in an unfulfilling relationship because I couldn’t see another option for myself. And, newsflash, I also can’t love you that way.”

“At least you’re in college,” Eddie points out.

“You’re getting your GED,” Chrissy counters. “So you’re no slouch, either.”

“Looks like we’re both wrecks.”

Chrissy laughs, and it quickly turns into a cough, reminding her that, oh, yeah she’s spent a lot of the last half hour just crying. Eddie lets her cough it out, then grabs one of her hands. He toys with it like how he was toying with his ring earlier.

“I think,” Chrissy says slowly, “that if we’re both wrecks, then we should be wrecks together.”

Eddie’s fingers freeze where they’re wrapped around her own. “Are you serious?”

Chrissy thinks for a while. Thinks about the fact that while this is still scary, it’s been significantly less scary since Eddie got here. Thinks about the fact that he’s just as scared as she is. Thinks about the fact that, even though she is scared, this kid will at least grow up with way more love than she ever had.

She already knows she’ll never track internet search histories and calories. Ever.

And, while she doesn’t know Eddie all that well, she thinks that there’s some stuff he’d never do, too.

“I think misery loves company,” Chrissy says.

“I don’t think we’ll be miserable. Not if it’s the two of us.”

“Just the two of us?” Chrissy asks instead of pointing out how Eddie is probably right in a way that makes her heart hurt.

That night, after they’d gotten it over with, was good. Because Eddie is sweet and makes things easy in a way that Chrissy loves.

She thinks it’ll be hard, but she can’t imagine being well and truly miserable with him. But maybe that’s just young adult optimism, since it definitely isn’t the blindness of young love.

“No, of course not,” Eddie says. “My uncle is a fucking saint, he’s gonna try to help out in every way possible, whether we want him to or not. And the guys are all back, and while we’re taking a bit of a break - living and working together for a few years means we just need some space - they’ll help out.”

“I don’t have anyone,” Chrissy says. “Like, at all. I don’t talk to my parents, and I’m never talking to Jason again.”

“Okay. What’s mine is yours, then,” Eddie says, like it’s no big deal. No big deal at all that she can’t have anyone help out the way that Eddie’s friends and family are.

“I’m sorry,” she says. For not doing enough, for not being enough, for choosing the hardest option, even though she does think it’s the right one.

“You’re sorry? You don’t have anything to be sorry for,” Eddie says. “If anything, I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

“Derailing your life. Since we’re doing this, right?”

“Yeah,” Chrissy says, and she surprises herself by not hesitating, not even for a second. “Yeah, we’re doing it.”

“Okay,” Eddie says, letting out a long sigh.

“And you didn’t derail my life. I think I derailed yours, but-”

“What kind of life do I have?” Eddie asks. Chrissy wishes she could wipe that self-deprecating smile off his face. It makes him look too sad.

Sad and Eddie shouldn’t belong in the same sentence, she thinks.

“Let’s not say derailed,” Chrissy says. “Let’s say… switched tracks. We were running on different ones, and now we’re on the same one.”

“When trains do that, they crash,” Eddie points out.

“We’re better than that,” Chrissy says.

Eddie snorts, but he doesn’t have anything to say to that.

“So, new track?”

She puts her hand out to shake, but Eddie doesn’t grab it. He just wraps his arms around her shoulders, pulling her in for a tight hug.

“New track,” he says, and both of them ignore how he sounds a little choked up.

part 5 exists and so does part 6!

#ria writes #phc au #stranger things #stranger things ficlet #st #st ficlet #eddie munson #chrissy cunningham #platonic hellcheer #fluff #angst #just two people trying to figure out what the hell is happening

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therealcocoshady · 4 months

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Recovery - Chapter 5

Eminem x Reader (Y/N) fanfiction

Summary : Y/N spends the evening with Marshall after avoiding him for weeks.

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For the following weeks, you drowned yourself into your work in order to restrain from thinking about Simon or Marshall. The only people you saw were either at university, at home or at meetings. You were especially grateful for the latter, as you found yourself craving relief from either pills or alcohol. Thankfully, going to meetings and therapy kept you sane and you were able to fight the urge. You went to the studio once or twice, as Jamal invited you, but you sort of avoided Marshall. You saw him, but apart from greetings and small talk you didn’t go out of your way to have actual conversations and meaningful exchanges with him.

Thursday night came and, for the first time ever, you had the house to yourself. Jamal and Talia were celebrating their fifth anniversary by going on a dinner date. Your best friend was so worried for you that she almost cancelled their plans, much to her boyfriend’s dismay. Thankfully, you had convinced her to leave you alone in the house.

I’ll be fine, you said. You guys deserve a night out.

Are you going to be ok ? I’ll have my phone with me and you can call me if you need ! She said.

Babe, you’re worrying too much. She should be fine for a few hours, Jamal said rolling his eyes.

Yes ! You said. And I promise the house will be intact when you come back. I won’t set it on fire or anything, you added jokingly.

You sent them off to their date with a smile. Before closing the door, Jamal looked at you and pulled you in for a quick conversation.

Look, I know you’ll be fine, we trust you and shit, but you know you can also call Marshall if you need, right ? Actually, it might be cool if you did. He asked about you the other day. I think he misses you at the studio, he said with a wink.

Really ? You asked.

Yeah. He seems to really like you. I don’t think I have seen him like this with anyone else. And I’m not dumb, you know.

What do you mean ?

I know you like him.

What ? I don’t, you said with embarrassment.

Is there any other reason why you have avoided him like the plague these past three weeks ? Or any conversation about him ? Jamal asked with a grin.

It’s… complicated. Can we leave it at that ? You pleaded.

Look, it’s none of my business, but you like him and he cares a lot about you. It’s all I’m saying, he said before leaving.

You were kind of intrigued by what Jamal had told you. Had Marshall really asked about you ? If so, why hadn’t he called you directly ?

After giving it a lot of thought, you decided to text him.

To : M

Hey. How are you ?

You felt your phone buzzing almost immediately. It was him calling you.

Hey, he said. Are you alright ?

Yes, you said. How are you ?

I’m good.

There was a moment of awkward silence.

Am I bothering you ? You asked.

I’m the one who called you, he said with a chuckle.

Right, you said as you blushed in embarrassment.

I’m not busy anyway. I’m at home just chilling. Do you want to come over and hang out ? He offered.

Uh… sure. Text me the address and I’ll get a cab.

Will do.

He texted you his address and you quickly got ready. You kind of struggled to choose an outfit. You wanted it to send just the right message : “I made an effort because I want you to see what you missed the other night but I also don’t want you to think I am trying too hard”. After a careful examination of your entire closet, you put on a pair of skinny jeans that showed off your figure, a simple tee-shirt and your hoodie from Uni. You knew the jeans showcased your ass perfectly and, since he had already seen you topless, it was just the area to highlight.

You called a cab and got to his place. You’d never been here before. You found yourself in front of a mansion that was easily five times as big as your childhood home. You rang the doorbell and were greeted by Marshall who just got out of the shower, all dressed but his hair still wet. You were scared it would be awkward, seeing him for the first time in three weeks, but he greeted you in his usual way, by giving you a hug. Only, it felt a little different this time, probably because it was just the two of you, and you could remember the feeling of his skin against yours.

Thanks for coming, he said as he led you to the living room.

I’m happy to see you, you confessed.

Are you ? I’ll be honest, I kind of thought you were avoiding me, he said with a shrug. You were sort of… distant ?

I wasn’t sure you wanted to see me either. You haven’t called or visited Talia and Jamal like you usually do.

I was thinking you might need time to think.

“About what ?”, you almost asked. But you didn’t. You didn’t want to make things awkward.

I’m a bit better now, you told him.

Good. So… do you want to talk about last time or…?

Do you think we should ? You asked anxiously.

You weren’t sure there was a need to add anything. And you were sort of embarrassed at the memory that you jumped on him and he pushed you away.

I don’t want you to get the wrong idea, he said.

It’s fine, Marshall. We’re adults, you said.

So you understand why I pushed you away ? He asked carefully.

Look, you don’t like me like that, and that’s ok, you said. I acted on impulse. You were here, I was sad and hurt, I needed to change my mind, I was attracted to you and… well, you were here so you remember what came next…

I think you’re amazing, he rectified. I didn’t want to take advantage of whatever it is that you felt that night.

You looked at him, biting your lower lip. It’s true that, as horny as you were, you probably weren’t in your right mind. If anything further had happened between the two of you, it might have added to your confusion. You nodded.

Also, I’ve had time to think about it some more, he admitted. And I know for sure it would have been a bad idea anyway.

Yeah, maybe, you said, even though you felt a little disappointed.

I mean, I’m almost twice your age and you’re recovering, so…

Yeah, yeah, I know, you cut him.

Even though you knew he was right, you didn’t really want to hear it.

I’m glad we’re on the same page then, he said with a smile.

Again, I’m sorry. I didn’t want things to be weird. I just… you started.

I know. We’re cool, he assured you.

You stared at each other for a few seconds and chuckled. His smile helped you ease a little, although you couldn’t help but feel a tad disappointed. As right as his arguments were, you were having trouble getting the other night out of your head.

I was about to watch a movie when you called. Want to do that ? He offered.

Sure. What are we watching ?

I’m in the mood for something scary. Why don’t you pick ?

There’s one I haven’t been able to get through, you admitted. It’s « Us ». Have you seen it ?

Really ? You’re that much of a pussy ? He joked.

Shut up ! It’s really scary, ok ? I had to stop midway. It gave me nightmares.

I haven’t seen it, but now, you got me intrigued, he admitted. Come on.

He got up and waited for you to follow him. You were already in the living room in front of a massive TV. You were confused.

Aren’t we going to watch it here ?

No. It’ll be better in the home theater, on the big screen, he explained.

He led you to his movie room that had a big screen and huge couches. It could easily fit twenty people, with plenty of room to spare. The room was complete with a fridge and every couch had pillows and throws on it. Perks of having a lot of money, you guessed.

Drinks ? He offered while opening the fridge, which seemed to contain all the sorts of alcohol-free beverages you could think of.

Yeah, sure. I’ll have a Dr Pepper please.

You sat next to each other and started the movie. The room was pitch black and the only light was coming from the screen. Every scene seemed to startle you, which never failed to make Marshall laugh.

Come on !!! You can’t tell me that isn’t scary, you said.

I don’t have time to be scared, you’re shitting your pants for the both of us, he chuckled.

Shut up, you pouted.

One very scary scene came up and you spilled your soda all over yourself and Marshall.

Shit, I’m sorry

Relax, he said.

Your top was soaking wet and so were the tee-shirt underneath and your bra. Thankfully your jeans were intact.

Marshall got up and brought tee-shirts for the two of you to change.

Give me your clothes, I'll put them in the wash, he said.

You turned around and took your wet clothes off as he did the same. You put on the tee-shirt he gave you and turned back, only to see him shirtless, which made you blush. Thank god the room was still dark enough. He was staring at you intensely.

Are you alright ? You asked.

Yeah, he said as he bit his lip while quickly putting on a clean tee-shirt.

Had he been staring at your naked back ? You found yourself amused by the idea. You were also slightly aroused by the sight of him half naked, even though it was dark and you couldn’t see much. You knew you shouldn’t be thinking about him that way, but you couldn’t help it. You sat back and resumed the movie. Once again, you jumped at every scene.

Thank God you don’t have a drink anymore, my wardrobe wouldn’t be big enough to provide changes of clothes, he laughed.

Shut up, you said.

Quit the attitude, he playfully warned you. Or I’ll leave you alone to watch the movie.

Please don’t, you pleaded.

The only reason you kept watching is because you were with him. You were so scared you wouldn’t be able to watch it on your own. Especially in such a big house.

What is so scary anyway ? He asked. I mean, it’s kind of creepy but it’s not too bad.

There’s just something about the atmosphere you know ? You explained. Also, I once got lost in a fun fair when I was four and it reminds me of that time. I thought I’d never find my dad back. My mom had died a couple of years before and I… I thought I would never have a family again.It was super scary.

He nodded and put his arm around your shoulders.

Better ? He asked.

Mmmh, you nodded as you felt yourself blushing.

You rested your head on his shoulder and watched the rest of the movie.

God you move so much it’s impossible to focus, Marshall complained. I should tie you up or something.

You stared at him with your mouth slightly opened as you waited for him to realize what he had just said.

Not like that. Idiot, he rolled his eyes laughing.

Perv, you said playfully.

Don’t start, he warned you with a smile.

You bit your lip, knowing full well you could be bratty enough to indeed start. However, you decided to be reasonable and not to do anything.

We have about twenty minutes of movie left. You think you can sit still ? He asked with a grin.

You rolled your eyes and watched the screen as your only answer. Only you weren’t really watching. Your mind wandered and you thought of Marshall’s touch as his hand grazed your arm. His words came to mind. You wouldn’t be against him tying you… you gnawed on your lip. You were a horny mess. You had been for about three weeks now. You took a look at him, focused on the screen. It was hard not to stare at his face. His blue eyes, his nose, his perfect lips. You didn’t really believe in God, but if He did exist, Marshall was a fine specimen of His creation. You forced yourself to look at the screen but soon found yourself burying your face in Marshall’s neck as a screamer scene came on. He jumped a bit, probably more startled by you than the movie.

Pussy, he whispered before laughing.

You didn’t reply, your face still in his neck, but you still lifted your middle finger in his face. As a response, he firmly grabbed your wrist and put your hand down. He let out a sigh.

I’m gonna have to teach you some manners, Y/N, he scolded you.

You started it, you replied.

Still, you should learn how to respect your elders, he joked.

Ok grandpa, you whispered in his ear.

Fuck you, you brat.

You let out a laugh as the movie came to an end. You were still in Marshall’s arms and, even though you were glad the movie was over, you wanted the moment to last a bit longer.

So ? You liked the movie ? You asked.

I did enjoy the few parts I could focus on, he said with a smile. You know, when you weren’t ruining my clothes or jumping on me.

It was scary ! You defended yourself.

Some parts were kinda creepy, he admitted. But you’re worse than a kid with ADHD !

I’m not !

You are. And it’s the last time I’m ever watching a movie with you, he said with a laugh.

You pretended to pout as you crossed your arms to your chest. Marshall proceeded to ignore you as he got up to turn off the movie and turn on the lights.

Pouting won’t work, he said with a grin. Three kids, remember ?

You playfully rolled your eyes at his comment.

Behave, Y/N, he said.

Make me, old man.

Before you could move, he was pinning you to the couch, crushing you with his weight.

Now, you better apologize to me, he said with a smirk.

In your dreams, maybe, you replied.

He proceeded to put even more weight on you, crushing you even more. You could hardly breathe.

Marshall… you pleaded.

Apologize, he said playfully yet firmly.

You ignored his order as you tried to squirm from under him. He did his best to pin you down, grabbing your wrists in his hand and holding your arms over your head. It was not the desired effect but you found the situation extremely hot. To be fair, you didn’t need much. Without really meaning to, you let out a soft moan.

Y/N… Marshall groaned.

God, your name in his mouth sounded so hot. You looked at him with so much desire. He closed his eyes and maintained his firm grip on your wrists.

You’re a brat, he whispered in your ears.

That’s why you like me, you whispered back.

Fuck it, he said as his eyes darkened and his face moved closer to yours.

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soft-mafia · 2 months

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Housecat [Buggy x Reader]

warnings: fem reader, fem y/n, short fluff

a/n: I’ve been watching way too many big cat sanctuary videos and I want to pet a lion so bad even though it’ll rip me to shreds.

Buggy and Y/n were curled up in bed together, sound asleep with Buggy snoring out into the air. Y/n had gotten used to it overtime, eventually she started having a hard time sleeping without hearing his snores. It was cute, sometimes his nose would honk while snoring, it was subtle but adorable whenever she would stay awake to notice it.

The door slowly creaked open and paws padded at the floor. With one swift jump, Richie was on the bed, curling up on top of Y/n. She and Buggy instantly woke up and Buggy screamed when he saw the oversized house cat crushing his girlfriend, her legs kicking around from underneath as she let out muffled screams.

“MOHJI!!!! GET THE DAMN LION!!!!” Buggy shouted, trying to roll Richie off of Y/n but he just wouldn’t budge.

The next night, Richie came walking in again, jumping on the bed but this time laying across both Y/n and Buggy, essentially trapping them there.

Buggy had the idea to lock the door the next night, and Y/n woke up to the sound of Richie scratching at the door. She couldn’t help but feel bad, she slowly sat up, looking at the door and listening to the scratches. “Just ignore him… he’ll go back to Mohji later.” Buggy mumbled. Y/n frowned and looked down at him, “He just wants to sleep in here though, it’s not his fault he’s not pocket sized.” She sighed.

When she stood up from the bed, Buggy sat up, rubbing his eyes, “Oh come on, I locked him out for a reason!!”

Y/n rolled her eyes and opened the door, letting Richie inside and gently scratching his forehead. The lion let out a happy noise as he trotted over to the bed. Y/n guided him to the foot of it so he wouldn’t literally be crushing them, but once Y/n got snuggled back under the blankets, Richie went and curled up beside her, separating Buggy from his girlfriend. He growled and sat up, “HEY!!” He frowned, “Y/n!!”

“He’s fine, Buggy! Just let him sleep here for the night.” Y/n groaned as she turned on her side, just wanting to go back to sleep. Buggy grumbled to himself and crossed his arms as he laid back down.

Later in the day, Buggy walked in his cabin to find Y/n dragging in a large comfy looking cushion, “That’s a weird looking couch.” He mumbled, taking a bite out of his meatball sandwich.

“It’s not a couch, it’s a bed for Richie.” Y/n said, fluffing it up and adjusting it on the ground.

Buggy paused for a moment, then growled, “Wait!! No!! We’re not letting him stay here!!” He said with a full mouth. Y/n looked back at him and crossed her arms, “It’s obvious he wants to sleep in here Buggy!! It’s not gonna hurt anything!!”

“It’ll hurt my beauty sleep.” Buggy mused, then frowned at her, “He’s just gonna jump back up on the bed!!”

“No he won’t… he probably only did that because there was so much shit on the floor! Also I cleaned everything up so he doesn’t accidentally eat whatever crap you leave on it.” Y/n said. Buggy looked around, noticing how everything looked a lot cleaner and organized, “Oh wow you really did clean.” He said, taking another bite, “I don’t know why you’re putting so much effort into that dumb lion… that’s Mohji’s job.”

“Don’t call him dumb. He’s just a baby.” Y/n cooed as Richie trotted back inside of the room, immediately pouncing on the pet bed after snatching Buggy’s sandwich out of his hand.

Buggy screamed, “HEY!! HE JUST STOLE MY LUNCH!!”

Y/n ruffled Richie’s mane, baby talking to him while Buggy continued to grumble and shout in the background.

#one piece #one piece buggy #buggy one piece #buggy the clown #buggy x reader #buggy the clown x reader #buggy headcanons #buggy imagines #one piece x reader #one piece headcanons #one piece imagines #buggy op #op buggy #op x reader

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murdock-barnes · 2 years

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I NEED A MATTHEW MURDOCK ANGST sort of? based on the she hulk episode. so they're like married but he's still this huge player and sleeps with random women when his wife isn't at home, like when he went to LA or whatever he fucked she hulk even when he's in a relationship and she finds out and just breaks down preferably no smut with reader and matty but add whatever u want with him and anyone else ty!!

A Million Heartbreaks

Matt Murdock x Fem!Wife!Reader

Warnings: Manwhore Matt(he deserves his own warning lmao), pure angst

Word Count: 1,8K

A/N: Reblogs and comments are sooo appreciated! I really wanna hear what you think of this🥹

You stirred awake upon hearing the door being shut. Confusion and panic filled you for a second but then you remembered that your husband had a late flight. It must have been him.

"Matthew?" you called out.

"Yeah, it's me," his voice came. A relief filled you when you heard his voice, accompanied by deep sorrow.

He entered the bedroom, dropping his suitcase. "Sorry, did I wake you up?"

You shook your head no, he could tell. Matt was always so sweet... until he's not.

You sat up, your back on the bedframe. "How was your trip?"

"Uh... it was okay." He was shaking off his clothes as he talked.

"That's it?" you asked. "Tell me more. I would love to hear about She-Hulk. She's so famous these days."

"Yeah... she was cool. Jen is a great lawyer."

"Jen?" you mumbled under your breath.

He noticed the change in your tone but didn't want to further investigate. He was left in his boxers and now slipped under the covers beside you. He seemed ready to sleep.

"I saw the trial, you know? On the news," you said. "Jennifer was talking to the reporters outside the court and I saw you in the back, leaving the building with that designer guy."

"Uh huh."

"You weren't wearing your wedding ring."

Matt's eyes opened. You couldn't hear heartbeats but you knew his got way quicker now.

"Baby..." he started.

“You just can’t help it, can you?" The disappointment in your voice burned his chest. Matt was truly sorry but yes he knew he just couldn't help it.

"What are you talking about?" His brows furrowed. Oh, he was gonna take the highway again.

"You know exactly what I'm talking about! You couldn't keep it in your pants... AGAIN. You fucked Jennifer."

"Oh, you gotta be kidding me... I don't have to explain myself but that did not happen."

There he was. The same old same old.

"I can't believe you..."

"Sweetheart, I swear nothing happened between me and her. Can we just talk about this in the morning?" He closed his eyes and shuffled to get into a more comfortable position.

"Oh my God! You're unbelievable and insufferable!"

He opened his eyes with a huff. His attitude only made you more annoyed and angry.

"Don't even try, Matt. There's a literal video of you leaving her house, doing the walk of shame. Some dude recognized your pathetic ass, filmed it, and put it on Twitter."

"What? That couldn't be me. I was in my hotel room all night."

He was kidding, right? Did he really think you were that dumb?

"I swear to God, if you attempt to gaslight me one more time, I'm gonna smack you so hard in the face."

He squeezed his eyes shut with a grunt. You didn't say a word and just waited for him to admit it. It's always been the same. He cheated, you confronted him, he denied it, and then confessed his sins. The same cat and mouse game.

"I did it." His voice was bitter, guilt dripping from every word. You couldn't give two fucks about his so-called guilt.

You chuckled, knowingly. He did it again despite his promises... and the promises before that... and before that. You gave him another chance every time because you wanted to believe in him. You've seen how determined he could be with his vigilante shit. Maybe he could put the same effort into his marriage. He never did.

"I'm sorry... I don't know what-"

"Shut it!" your voice grew stronger now. Your body was burning with rage and sadness and disappointment.

"How could you, Matt? Again?" You threw off the covers, sitting taller. "I am so sick and tired. I can't take it anymore."

He got up and sit, turning to you. His hands reached yours to hold but you drew them back, away from his touch. You got off the bed and started pacing the room.

"Please, I'll make it up-"

You couldn't stand hearing his whining, honestly. "Oh, stop it! It's the same thing every time. You go fuck around and come back, begging me to forgive you. You have no fucking respect for me, let alone love! I've had enough."

He pouted "Don't say that, you know I love you."

"No, you don't... No. If you were, you wouldn't do any of this."

He got up quickly and before you know it, he was at your feet, groveling. His forehead hit the ground and his hands grabbed your ankles. "I'll pray. I'll confess and repent my sins. Please, forgive me. I truly am sorry. Please."

Was he fucking for real? You backed away, slipping away from his clutch.

"You're such a good Catholic boy, aren't you? Catholic, my ass! Your conscience only seems to be working when it comes to killing but adultery and lying are okay, huh?"

A pained grunt came from him but he stayed in the same position. "I know, I'm a horrible person. I've made a mistake again. Please, take me back."

"You said it was a mistake with Claire, too and it was just one time with Karen. And Elektra... don't even get me started on her." You took in a sharp breath. Tears were burning your eyes. "You always went back to her. Whenever you were in trouble, you didn't come to me. Instead, you went into her arms."

He was silent as he sat up, taking his head between his hands.

"I don't know... maybe I am the problem. Maybe I couldn't give you the comfort that a wife should've given but I tried my best, Matt. You didn't even try." Your voice cracked in the last part and tears started to spill down your face.

"No... no. It's not you. You've been nothing but supportive and loving to me. I... I ruin everything." He swallowed hard with that lump in his throat. He hated seeing you sad and especially knowing that he was the one that was making you sad.

"You can't just say you ruin everything and move on with your life being an impending doom, Matt. You gave up. You're not even trying to be better. I've been on my own in this marriage for a long time now."

You sat on the bed with a huff. How did your relationship turn into this? It was all so sweet in the beginning. That night at the bar changed your life. This handsome, mysterious stranger approached you, buying you a drink. Honestly, you just wanted a free drink but the conversation hooked you. He was a charming man and a dangerous one. It felt like he was luring you into dark, shady waters but he was oh-so-sweet.

It was a month into your relationship when you found out he was the devil of Hell's Kitchen. One night, he stumbled into your apartment, beaten up and bloody. You spent the rest of the night tending his wounds. For you, it was hard to accept that he was risking his life out there every night. Somehow you got used to it.

Three months after getting married, you got promoted at work. Everything was so great, you were so happy. However, now your position required you to travel sometimes and you hated being away from Matt.

It was one of those nights that you came from a trip. Matt wasn't home so you just changed and decided to wait for him. You poured yourself a glass of wine and right when you were about to sit on the couch, something caught your eye. You leaned down to check. There was a red thong beside the couch, almost under it. Your body froze, all the air in your lungs emptying. It definitely wasn't yours. When you confronted Matt about it, he refused to recognize the underwear. Shocking! He even claimed that it was yours. That was your first big fight and when you find out about Claire.

There have been more work trips and more women. You only knew about Claire, Karen, and Elektra but you were certain that there were so much more. Why was he doing this? Why having you wasn't enough?

"Was I ever enough for you, Matthew?"

Matt never ever heard your voice so broken. He was drowning in your sadness while the taste of your tears filled the room.

"I gave you all of me and I did it gladly. I love you with all my heart, all my existence. We took a vow. We swore before God. We promised to honor each other." Your voice was barely a whisper now but he heard you loud and clear.

You fiddled with your ring, it almost burned your flesh now. "We promised to wear these rings to show our love and faithfulness."

Matt was sitting there silently and tears were falling out of his eyes. He was well aware that he fucked up. He ruined the best thing in his life. He made his one and only's heart bleed.

You were just sitting there contemplating the broken shards that were your marriage. You never loved anyone as much as you loved him. Hell, that was probably the only reason you kept forgiving him. He was a good man, you knew but he was in a constant battle with his demons. He would sometimes be off the rails but he always came back to you.

How long could you do this? How many more women? All these years, he trampled down your honor and dignity in the name of love and mistakes but no more.

No more.

You took a deep breath in and got up. It might've looked like a simple movement but it took all your courage and what's left of your dignity. You wouldn't take this man's disrespect and dishonesty anymore. Matt's head snapped in your direction, following every little movement.

You walked to the front door, grabbing your purse and coat. When Matt realized what was happening, he was by your side before you know it.

"Baby, please don't go. Let's just talk." He grabbed you by the waist and tried to halt your motion.

You tried to shrug him off but his hold was strong. "There's nothing to talk about. Let me go."

Matt's heart was breaking into million pieces. The idea of you leaving him... the idea of moving on with his life without you... he wished he could take back the time and undo every misdeed he committed.

"Don't leave me. Please... I'll change... for good this time, I swear. Baby, please don't do this to me."

His words burned through your chest. Even though he broke your heart a million times, you still felt sad because he was sad. His pretty face was contorted in pain. His unfocused eyes were filled with tears. You wanted to reach and wipe his tears away, give him a kiss and hug him.

No more.

"I'm done, Matt. I can't do this anymore. I don't deserve to be treated like this. I never did." You freed yourself from his grip and opened the door.

He fell onto his knees with a sob. "Please..."

You took in the view in front of you, feeling pity for him. Right before you walked out of the door, you said "Sign the divorce papers when they arrive."

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gibbysupremeacyisreal · 1 year

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𝘞𝘦𝘦𝘬𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘰𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘻𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯

Word count: 2.8k

warnings: praise kink, pet names (baby, channie, sir, good girl) unprotected sex (be smart.), swearing, choking kink(chan), jealous chan, one sided enemies to lovers.

A/N: this took me so long to write omfg. let's all give a round of applause for me 💅

You didn't want to be at this party. And he could tell. From the way you sat nervously in the corner to the way you looked mortified when anyone you didn't know tried to start up small talk with you.

He knew he shouldn't be watching you. He just, wanted to make sure you were okay. It's not as though you would appreciate his efforts, though.

You hated him. You hated how one of his dimples was deeper then the other, how good his blond hair looked with his dark eyebrows, his Australian accent that made people swoon. All of it, It was all an act.

Some people wonder whether or not the devil is real. You think he is, and he was put on this earth in a mortal form. Taking over none other then Christopher fucking Bang. God, even his name is attractive.

It pissed you off immensely that girls were trying to flirt with him. And it pissed you off even more that he couldn't care less, as his eyes were glued to you.

You squinted while looking around the room for your roommate, Felix. You loved being his roomate. He would bake for you, invite you to spend holidays with his family, let you vent to him. All under one condition.

Once a week you would have to force yourself out into the world and go to a party hosted by one of his friends. Usually Jisung, who you have grown quite accustomed to. He called it your "Weekly dose of socialization."

He cared about you. It was sweet, really. But, you weren't a big fan of it. Yes his friends are nice but so is laying in bed and watching TV.

At least that's what you thought at first. That was before you met him. Christopher Bang, most people call him Chan, a few Chris. But everyone all has one thing in common. They adore him. Well, everyone except you. You knew behind that stupidly adorable laugh and that dumb smile he got on his face when he saw someone he knew, you knew that he was a liar.

And thats because you fell for his lies.

Around a year ago when you first moved in with Lix, his friends would come over often. At first you didn't interact with them except for a casual bow everytime, but one of them stood out to you. He would come into your room and start talking to you whenever he came over, inviting you to come join the group.

You shouldn't have fallen for it. No one as high on the social ladder as him would fall for someone as antisocial as you. It just doesn't work, you should've seen that. You can't blame him, if you think about it.

The girl you caught him with when you were on your way to surprise him was beautiful, You just wish he hadn't led you on. It would've hurt less if he had told you he wasn't interested instead of you catching him with his tongue down someone else's throat.

You never spoke to him again. Actually that's not true, you have, telling him to go fuck himself or eat a bag of dicks whenever you saw him. Mature, I know. Other then that you haven't explained what you saw or even let him try to save himself. Because it wasn't worth it.

You had more important things in life to deal with. Like the importance of watching TV with your cats, while eating Felix's brownies! Nothing can go wrong in the comfort of your bed. It's a safe haven.

You looked at Chan, making eye contact before grimacing and looking away. "Gross. Men." You whispered to no one in particular. Jisung basically bolted your direction when he saw you. "My favorite gremlin! How are you?" He said with his over enthusiastic voice. "I'm would be better if you stopped talking to me, British boy." You responded, smiling at him.

"You're so kind to me." He fake sniffles, laying down on the bench you were sat on, putting his head on your lap.

"You look bored." He states, looking up at you. "Wow, Really? Wouldn't have ever known if you hadn't told me." You started brushing through his hair with your fingers untangling it, completely unaware of Chan's huff of annoyance as he saw your actions.

"This is why you're my favorite! Anyway back to ME, I'm great thanks for asking, I might be a little itty bit drunk but I might not be. Who knows!" He closes his eyes, giggling slightly whenever you would pull at his hair.

"I didn't ask about you, nerd." You groaned in faux annoyance, trying not to smile as he looked up at you, offended.

"I'm hurt, Y/N. That was so rude, you're so annoying." He swat your hand away from his hair and sat up, turning the other direction.

"I know you think I'm annoying, but in reality I'm just hot and irresistible." You flip your hair and roll your as eyes as Han chuckles.

"You're such a idiot." He smiles, laying his head on your shoulder this time, to glare at everyone from the corner.

You smile as you see your friend, Yunjin walking towards you, dragging someone along with her. "This is Chaewon, my unofficial wife!" She stated enthusiastically, smiling at the two you. Jisung looks up, suddenly interested.

"Wait... WEREN'T YOU IN I*ZONE-" Jisung starts, you immediately cover his mouth to stop him from embarrassing you. "He meant it's nice to meet you." I smiled and bowed kindly. Grimacing when the demon you called your friend licked your hand, forcing you to remove it from his mouth.

"Yeah! I meant hi!" He smiles, giggling when you wipe your hand on his shirt, maybe you went over his abs on purpose, maybe you didn't.

Chan managed to excuse himself from the one sided conversation the lady in front of him was having, he stopped paying attention to what she was saying when he saw you.

He walked over, looking at you and smiling slightly before looking to Jisung, "Hey! How've you been man?" He plops down next to him, nodding at Chaewon and Yunjin. "I'm alright. Tired, but alright." Jisung smiled back at him, laying his head back on your shoulder.

He knew. He knew what he was doing, he had too. Why else was he making eye contact with Chan while you were messing around with his hair some more.

You looked at Jisung, then at Chan, hitting Jisung's forehead lightly. "I'm gonna go get something to drink." You muttered. Getting up, Yunjin getting up to follow you, dragging Chaewon along. "He's such a dick! He always comes over just to annoy you I swear! That man gets on my nerves." Yunjin said, looking back just to glare at Chan.

Chaewon nods, "I don't know what your relationship is with him, but he's been staring all night. Thought it was weird because you didn't seem interested.." She says, grabbing a cup and getting some coke.

"It's because I'm not. I was at one point, found out he's a player and now we're here." You stated, smiling when Chaewon handed you the cup.

"Did you ever tell him that you didn't want anything to do with him anymore? Maybe he's just oblivious to the obvious cold shoulder you've been giving him.. and because he's a man." Chaewon said as she handed Yunjin her drink before getting her own.

"Maybe. I just don't really owe him one." You responded, checking your phone once again.

"Dude you waiting for someone? You keep checking that phone like you are." Yunjin asked, suddenly interested in the conversation. "Nope. Checking the time, Felix said we could leave at 11:30." You stated, looking around the room for your roomate.

You sighed when you didn't see him, excusing yourself from Yunjin and Chaewon's argument about whether or not flaming hot cheetos are better than the original and walking to the door leading outside.

You unlocked your phone, seeing you missed a text from him. You groaned as you read the message.

lix :): I'm so so sorry Y/N but I'm leaving with someone and he's rlly cute and omg ufhdidjwbg *!&$>*$?×,!$* I'll call you a Uber if you want, otherwise you can ask Chan to drive you home !! :)

me: you owe me you stupid australian. your doing my laundry for a month, fuck head.

lix:): love you <33333

"Hi.." Said someone behind you, making you jump slightly before your eyes softened.

"I know you don't really owe me anything, but I really need a ride, Chan." You stated, avoiding as much small talk as you could.

"Uh, yeah I'll drive you." He smiled awkwardly, reaching in his back pocket to make sure he didn't leave anything before walking towards his car, you following behind him.

"You haven't had anything to drink right?" You asked nervously, you didn't want to get into a car with sober him let alone drunk him.

He shook his head, opening the passenger door when you two reached his car, smiling slightly when you got in.

"Thank you. You remember where I live right?" You asked, looking over at him."I think so. Just haven't been 'round in a while." He nodded to himself, starting to drive. The first few minutes were awkward, a joke every here and there, Chan looking at you when he thought you couldn't notice, you staring at him whenever he smiled at one of the shitty jokes you made.

That's when he asked the question.

"Why did you stop talking to me, Y/N? I really liked spending time with you, you know." He frowned slightly, looking over at you when you reached a red light.

You sighed, looking down at your lap.

"I saw you kissing someone else, Chan. We went on 2 dates, you flirted with me all the time, you asked me to be your girlfriend even! Then I came over to tell you I made my decision and that I wanted us to be official and I saw her. It sucked and I knew I would start crying if I tried to explain what I saw so I decided to ignore your existence." You said in one breath, inhaling once you were done. Damn you could be a rapper.

He looked back at the road, expressionless.

"Do you want me to explain myself? Because I will. I really like you, Y/N. And if I have to explain what happened then that's what I'll do." He stated, driving once the light turned green.

"An explanation wouldn't be horrible." You mumbled, fidgeting with your nails.

He looked over at you for a moment, before sighing. "She was a friend. She invited herself over because her boyfriend had just dumped her, I comforted her, she took that as an invitation I think? She kissed me and I assume that's what you saw. Afterwards I told her I wasn't interested and we promised each other never to speak about it again." He states, reaching your apartment complex, parking and then looking over at you.

"I would never purposely hurt you, Y/N." He added.

"I feel kinda stupid now." You joked, trying to lighten the mood. "I'm sorry I assumed you would do that, Chan. You don't really seem like that kind of person." You smiled, opening your door and getting out.He smiled, opening the apartment door for you and standing outside. Waiting for your next move.

"Do you uh- do you wanna come up?" You asked, avoiding eye contact in the embarrassing case he said no."Yeah. I would like that a lot." He reached his hand out towards you, signaling you to take it, giggling when you do.

"You still remember our apartment number? Creep." You smiled, walking up the stairs, you started swinging your hands back and forth.

"I came here a few times when you were ignoring me, I almost knocked on your door but I ended up backing out." He looked down at your intertwined hands, his ears and nose turning a light red. He looked up as he recognized you two were on your floor.

"Pussy." You said jokingly, reaching into your purse to grab your key, unlocking your door when you reached it."

"You're so rude. I can't belive I like you. My taste concerns me." He chuckles, face softening as you laugh.

You look at him, seeing hes looking back at you. "Can I kiss you, Chan?" You ask, a sudden seriousness in your tone.

"I don't really think you deserve it." He smiled teasingly, dropping a hand to your waist and pulling you his direction.

"Shut up." You said, cupping his cheek and kissing him. He immediately reciprocated, putting his hand on the nape of your neck to deepen the kiss.

You whimper into the kiss when he bites your lip, he reached down to your thigh squeezing it before tapping it, indicating you should jump. You did, wrapping your legs around his waist as he carried you to your bedroom, you reaching behind him to shut the door.

He placed you on the bed, starting to kiss down your neck as you grabbed his hair. He lifted for a second, "You're so pretty. So fucking pretty." He said, making you sit up so he could pull off your shirt. He sat back for a minute admiring you. He smirked at the way you shrunk under his gaze.

"I'm gonna fuck you so good, baby." He smiled up at you, pulling your pants down you legs and quickly taking off his shirt.

He immediately started kissing your stomach, slowly traling his way down to your thighs, biting them gently.

You traced your fingers up his arm, digging your nails into his bicep when he starts kissing your clothed cunt. "More. Sir, please..Fuck I need more!" You started moaning, not comprehending what you were saying.

He groaned against your cunt, starting to pull off your panties, as you reach up to unclasp your bra.

"Fuck call me that again." He said, immediately attaching his mouth to your neck, making his way down to your breasts. You moaned, intertwining your fingers in his hair and pulling when he got to your nipple, taking it into his mouth and sucking slightly.

You grabbed at his pants, attempting to pull them down, failing miserably because of the angle. He stopped you, taking down his pants and boxers in one.

You moaned when you saw him fully, cock already hard and leaking pre-cum. He smirked at you, kissing you before pulling back.

"Condoms?" He asked, you looked at him, mentally cursing yourself.

"I don't have any..." You frowned. This is what you get for being bitchless you guess.

"I can go raid Lixs' drawers. Hold on, baby." He said, starting to pull his boxers back up.

"Or you can just fuck me raw." You said, suprising yourself with the amount of confidence you had in your tone.

He groaned at your words, putting a hand against your throat."You really know just what to say, huh?" He started, "Oh wait, you can't answer." He chuckles, leaning down to kiss your jawline one more time.

"You're so fucking adorable. And you're all mine. I'm gonna fuck you everyday until the only person's name you remember is mine." He said, sudden seriousness in his voice. He started teasing your entrance with his cock, your arousal already acting as lubrication.

He moaned as he pushed inside you, "Fuck you're tight, baby. Feel so good." He said, rubbing your cheek with his thumb as he tightened his grip around your neck.

He started thrusting into you, grabbing your thighs and pushing them to your chest so he could hit your sweet spot, cooing mockingly when you let out a whimper.

"Poor baby.. Does it feel too good?" He asked in fake sympathy, smiling when you nodded vigorously.

"Such a good girl, My good girl." He groaned, lifting his hand from your waist to rub your clit. He picked up his pace, his breathing becoming more rapid.

"I've waited for this for so long baby. Im fucking obsessed with you." He grunted, looking at your face and seeing your eyes shut tight.

"Cum? Please?" You asked with what little voice you had. He smiled at you, letting go of your neck so he could hear you moan as you came.

"Whenever you want, Baby. Whenever you want." He said softly, he reached down and intertwined your hands, squeezing them reassuringly.

"Thank you! Fuck, Thank you, sir." You started stringing together your words, arching your back off the bed.

He moaned your name as you came, his high immediately following yours, rubbing your thighs to try and soothe you. He laid down next to you when both of your highs turned into sensitivity.

The second you came back to reality, you immediately started laughing, Chan looked over confused,

"What? Was it bad?" He asks, nervousness apparent on his face.

"I'm obsessed with you! Oh my god, Babygirl." You said jokingly biting your lip and trying not to laugh again.

"Oh, shut up! Ms. Cum, Please." He said smiling over at you, reaching his hand over to brush the hair out of your face.

"You were going all Darth vader on me. you got a choking kink, Channie?" You smiled, raising a eyebrow. He started getting out of bed and heading towards you kitchen.

"Wowwww. You really slept with me for my food. We live in a society-" Your words were cut off as he returned with a bottle of water for you.

"Oh. Nevermind. Thanks!"

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teabutmakeitazure · 2 years

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Mistaken Friendship

>Yan! Modern! Childe x Fem! Reader

a/n: wanna ruffle those ginger locks so bad. I also hope I did the warnings properly

Warnings: manipulation, kidnapping, drugging, intimidation, threatening, coercion, mentioned stalker behaviour

Word count: 2.5k

Second part

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There's a picture of you on the wall. It's not even one you took, and it clearly looks like it was taken secretly in public.

Your stomach turns.

From what you can make out, this place seems like a penthouse. It's actually well furnished. Fancy, yes, but it's homey enough. Or at least it looks to be. All the floors are spotless and shining like newly polished marble. Everything looks pristine, way too out of your league.

A large painting with a cloth draped over it piques your interest. It's in the main living room, in a corner. Well, not exactly a corner but it's a few steps away from the glass wall that separates the terrace(?) from the living room. Is it some old, expensive painting? Probably is. He likes art but not the typical rich person having random expensive paintings on their walls kind of art. He only loved the art you made, even if you called it mediocre.

There's nothing more to this place. You don't want to boldly enter a room and see something you shouldn't or are better off not seeing. Even worse would be the scenario that you tick him off with that.

And besides, the only reason you even know that this is his place is because you've been here once. It was a brief visit considering that you decided to personally deliver his commission. He was surprised to see you at the door and pleaded you to come in, despite your efforts at insisting that you only came here for delivery. He made you coffee that evening. It was a pleasant atmosphere. One that you're certain cannot be recreated now.

The piece he commissioned was a bit intricate and detailed. Being a student, it took you a whole month to finish it: a canvas that's roughly the size of your torso. It even got you missing from or completely absent from your everyday park activities, something he questioned but didn't push you on.

However, you now feel as though he knew you were the artist and was just playing dumb. You had the client details so you knew it was him, especially with how he personally told you that he's in touch with an amazing artist who's making him a piece. Speaking of which, it's hung right there. The canvas is right next to the covered painting on the wall. Your signature on it would have made you feel proud if you didn't feel uneasy.

There's no sign of life here. Just eerie silence and the refrigerator buzzing. It's ominous and it makes you nauseous. There's regret in your heart. If you didn't ask him that day to pass the mechanical pencil you dropped, this would've never happened. You would be enjoying your summer vacation instead of being quite literally kidnapped just to wake up in the house of a supposed friend with a device attached to your ankle.

You rejected him. Maybe that's what drove him to this. Or maybe he isn't the one who did this. You don't know. There's no way you can know. You just woke up, the device could be something that someone put on you beforehand when you were unconscious and maybe he's the one who actually saved you with all his connections and-

The main door clicks. Panic settles in and you scramble back to the room you woke up in, hiding in the corner of the room that isn't visible because of the bed, with the lights turned off. It's pathetic but instinct nonetheless.

You hear the door shut and a sigh from the living room. The sound of a plastic or paper bag being set on a surface is followed by that of two feet padding on a marble floor. Keys clink, probably as they are set down, and you hear something being unzipped.

Something heavy and metal is put down, it's evident from the sound. Your heartbeat accelerates off the charts and you start counting backwards from 10,000 with differences of 7 with your ears covered.

10,000

This isn't happening.

9,993

You're safe.

9,986

You're okay.

9,979

You're not hurt.

9,972

Everything is fine.

9,965

Just relax.

9,958

You're not in danger.

9,951

This is all just a misunderstanding.

9,944

You're going to be home in a little whi-

He calls out your name.

You don't respond and pull at your hair with a stronger grip, counting faster.

He calls you again.

You start weeping, the fear sinking into your bones.

Luckily, it doesn't seem like he knows where you are. He had peeked into this room, you saw his shadow, but you weren't on the bed so he assumed that you weren't there.

Doors are being opened as he starts calling your name frantically. You go into full panic mode as you start quietly sobbing. He sounds angry and you're absolutely terrified.

A door slams shut and you jump, counting stopped. He mutters something about the bathroom to himself before you hear another door being opened. It closes soon after. Shrinking even more, you put your face in your hands as you curl up into a ball.

Everything and every sound around you is a blur as the only thing you can hear is your heartbeat. You don't even realise that there's a bathroom door near your spot, one that's being approached by him.

You start sobbing audibly now and in your position, did not notice him standing and looking at you.

Empty blue eyes watch with sorrow as he approaches the light switch, turning the light on. You notice and get startled once again.

It's over, he knows.

You don't dare lift your head up, bracing yourself for whatever's to come. It's a shame that this is what you've been reduced to. A small crying mess.

He rounds the corner of the bed and stands in front of you, watching, waiting. When you don't give a reaction, he kneels down in front of you and calls your name gently. Like a mantra, you keep counting backwards, and he frowns at the sight. You're scared; he doesn't want you to be afraid of him.

A hand reaches out to grab at yours and you flinch at the contact, head raising to look at him. Your bloodshot, puffy eyes meet his deep blue ones and he can't help but be mesmerised by the sight. You're beautiful, even when at your lowest.

The apartment is silent again as he drinks in the sight before him. You, however, don't know where to look. His face would be too intimate and given the situation, you want answers. Thus, answers you will get.

"Why and how am I here?"

He averts his gaze immediately at your question. The hand that was holding your wrist now moves to trace the device on your ankle mindlessly. You repeat the question and he gives a strained smile. "Do you really want to know?"

You nod, of course you want to know. He sighs and rests his head on the mattress beside him.

"I saved you.”

Saved?

Your confusion grows and at the sight of who you thought was your friend, you have an odd urge to grab him by the collar and demand him to be clear.

He continues at your silence. “I’ll explain everything but right now I need you to get up. Come on, I'll get you some water. You’re a mess, and I don’t like seeing you like this.”

“Childe.”

“Yes?”

“What’s going on? You’re not telling me anything!”

“Calm down. I’ll tell you everything, but first I want you to freshen up. You don’t look too good.”

You shake your head and protectively wrap your arms around yourself. “Not until you answer me first.”

With a defeated sigh, he asks you to sit on the bed and you oblige. Childe tries to sit a little close to you but seeing the look you sent him, he opts to sit in front of you. At a distance of course.

You rub your eyes. Everything is so confusing. Last you remember, you were in the backroom with a trash bag. As soon as you had put it out, you blacked out.

Then you woke up here. It’s either your two jobs taking a toll on you or something else.

“Childe, explain.”

“You passed out, and I took you home.”

“Not even to a hospital? And if I was going to pass out, I’ld know. A person just doesn’t suddenly pass out like that. I blacked out.”

He shrugs, “Believe it or not, you passed out.”

Damn rich kids and their ability to be casual in any situation. You rub your temples at the sudden pounding headache and point to the device on your ankle, “Then what’s this?”

“Oh, it’s for safety.”

“What kind of safety? And what exactly is it?”

You know what that is. It’s a tracking device that doubles as an alarm when it exits the designated premises. It’s frequently used on people under house arrest so how did he get his hands on one?

“It’s for me being able to know where you are!” The smile he has on his face is unsettling. Now you remember why you wanted to cut all ties with him.

“And… and why would you need to know that?”

Childe leans in, smiling, “So that I can keep my little birdie in its cage.”

Silence. You push away his chest and get up on wobbly legs, aiming to get out of this place. He watches with amused eyes, well knowing that he has your phone and your belongings that you were out with. Still, he decides to ask, just to give you some semblance of hope. “Where’re you going?”

“Home.” With that you're out of the bedroom and you start looking for your shoes. You can cut that ankle thing off later. What matters right now is going to a police station before you go home and hopefully get out of this mess.

“Ah ah, no you aren’t.” A hand grabs your arm from behind and you frantically pry it off. “What? You’re not going to stay for dinner?”

“Childe, it's 11 something pm. I need to get home.”

“Even better! It’s late, you should stay.”

“Out of the question.”

“It wasn’t a question to begin with.” The unsettling smile is back.

Ironically, he doesn’t say anything as you put on your shoes. He stands there, watching humorously like there’s a punchline that only he can deliver. You wrap your scarf around your neck, side-eying him and reach for the door.

It’s locked. There's nothing there to turn it to unlock the thing. It needs a key, you horrifyingly realise. When you turn your head to look at him, he looks like he’s barely holding back a laugh.

“I told you! You’re not going anywhere. The door’s locked.”

Shit.

“Childe, you don’t get it. I need to get back home! I… it’s very important that I do!”

“No one lives there. You live alone, so what could be so important?”

You wrack your brain for an answer as he watches you, amused. An idea pops into your head but following it is embarrassing.

“It’s uh, it’s a girl thing. I can’t stay here. I need to go right now.”

He laughs. The damned bastard laughs. "There’s a convenience store nearby. I can get you whatever you need, so there’s no need to leave at this hour, no? Or why don't you have a drink? I'm sure you'll sleep very well.”

Insufferable. Absolutely insufferable.

“What is up with you?”

Crossing his arms, he tilts his head amusedly. “I’m perfectly fine. You’re the one who’s sick. Come on, you should get some rest.” The way he’s so casual about it both infuriates and scares you.

“Childe, you’re my friend. Please, don’t do this.”

“Man, I never thought that word could sting like that,” he sighs. “You’re the reason I’m doing this so be good and just listen to me.”

“What did I do?!” this time, you couldn’t stop your eyes from watering.

“You existed.”

Those two words raised more questions than they answered. The nauseating feeling in your stomach got worse and now you have a hand on a nearby wall for support. Does this mean he wants you dead? Or are you a victim of something worse?

“Listen. You are… a lot to me, okay? I can’t have you out in the world like that. Not when I can easily have you to myself.”

“What… are you trying to say?”

“What I’m saying is that you behave and everything will go smoothly. I won’t hurt you and you’ll come around eventually. Y-you have to.” His gaze drops to the floor as his breathing becomes laboured and he paces around in his spot, hands running through his hair. “I-I can give you anything you want. All you have to do is behave. Even if you don’t love me r-right now, you will later. It’ll all work out, yes. It will.”

Childe lets out a shaky exhale, now locking eyes with you. You flinch at the sudden eye contact. With a smile, he continues. “This weekend, we’ll go to the city hall and get married. Then, we can enjoy the rest of the month alone. I’ll get to know your parents and you can get to meet my family. I’ll get you anything you want, and treat you with nothing less than love.”

With slow, menacing steps, he walks over, caging you between his chest and the wall. The way those dead blue eyes look into you has you weeping again. Mind fuzzy, you hardly register the way his hands cup your face and brush away the tears.

“I’ll clear out your apartment for you, so you don’t have to worry about that. Not even about your parents. They’ll understand. Even if they don’t, I can easily freeze all their assets with one phone call.”

You wish he would stop talking.

“We’ll be happy together. I’ll pleasure you every day till there’s no one in your head but me. All you have to do is behave.”

Windpipe closing up, you wish you skipped work today.

“I won’t kiss you right now,” his smile widens, “so you’ll have to wait till the weekend.”

“Childe. Please, don’t do this.” immediately, you feel your knees almost giving out, the fear and adrenaline too much for your body.

“I already am.”

“You don’t have to!” Hiccups start leaving your throat as your vision gets blurry, but his hold on your face doesn’t loosen. “If you l-like me that much, you should court me. That’s how it works.” If I can sweet talk him into letting me go, I could get to a police station. “I’ld like it, to be courted.”

“No need. We’ll be getting married soon.”

You cry harder, and he shushes you like a little kid.

“It’s okay. All you have to do is behave. I wouldn’t want to hurt you, now would I?”

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