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gojorgeous · 3 months

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how do the jjk men treat you when ur on ur period? suguru specifically hehe <3

✰ JJK MEN: WHEN YOU'RE ON YOUR PERIOD ✰

pairing(s): gojo, geto, nanami, choso x afab!reader content: (MDNI 18+ only), nsfw-ish/suggestive, periods, period blood, period products, pet names, lots of fluff! a/n: i hope you like anon!! you have great timing cause i’m getting my period and i also have a uti pray for me besties i need help and antibiotics. left out toji and sukuna cause…. nah LMAO. enjoy, and remember ALL AGELESS BLOGS WILL BE BLOCKED!

✰ GOJO:

Lowkey loves when you’re on your period, but is just barely smart enough to never tell you that.

His favorite part is that you always want more cuddles, which means more cuddles for him.

Thinks period products are really amusing– loves playing with your hot water bottle cause it’s squishy. Finds those ones that look like stuffed animals at the store and brings home like five of them for you.

Will definitely buy you pads/tampons but not without the obligatory “what size is your pussy” text. Won’t buy them until you respond with “extra super pretty” and then sends back this emoji -> 😋.

Highkey likes period sex. Knows it can relieve your cramps and will use that as an excuse at every opportunity if you’ll let him.

Is always on some cheesy ass shit murmuring in your ear about how doing it on your period “bonds your souls”, too.

Constantly offers to get you pregnant so you can avoid your period for the next nine months… he’s only half joking.

Will actually skip work to stay home and cuddle with you if you give him even the slightest inclination that you don’t want him to go.

Watches movies with you and has gotten surprisingly good at rubbing little circles on your tummy that help with cramps.

Keeps the house stocked with candy, but, then again… it’s always stocked with candy.

“Babe. Look what I just found at the store.” You watch with furrowed brows as he sets the bags on your floor. You’re curled on the couch, a blanket tucked up around your neck. He’d made sure to roll you like a burrito before he’d left. He pulls out… a cow? It looks like a stuffed animal, but when he shakes it you hear something sloshing around inside. You raise a brow. “Ummmm–” “It’s one of those hot water bottle thingies! For your cramps!” He tosses the poor cow on the floor and digs around in the bag again. “Oh my god, they had so many. I got the cow, the dolphin–” He tosses a dolphin out of the bag, followed by a puppy, a raccoon, and a cat. “Do you want me to put one in the microwave for you?” He looks far too excited to turn down, even though you just heated up your old hot water bottle minutes ago. You smile and nod. “Yeah, baby. Thanks.”

✰ GETO:

Mans TAKES CARE of you. Like… fully.

Is really sympathetic and gentle when your cramps are killing you– brushing your hair back, rubbing circles on your tummy, letting you put his warm hands wherever it hurts.

Runs you a warm bath and climbs right in with you. Makes you lean back against him while he gives you a massage and works out all the knots in your neck and shoulders.

Buys you period products before your period starts if he remembers. If he doesn’t he’s happy to run down to the store. Doesn’t need to ask which ones you like– he already knows.

Wraps you up in the comfiest blankets and cuddles with you wherever you ask. Gives the best cuddles, too. Rubs your back in a way that has you falling asleep in seconds.

Makes sure you take your meds on time and brings you a glass of water.

Secretly loves period sex. Will never push you for it, but gets super horny at just the thought. Loves the sight of your blood on his dick. Makes him feel possessive of you in a way that’s kind of scary.

“Sugu…” you whine. Your cramps are bad. You’ve been curled in a ball all morning, even with all the meds Suguru has been giving you. “It hurts so bad.” You feel him shifting behind you and then his hands gently prying you to lie on your back. You whimper, the pain spiking again as soon you roll out of the fetal position. His face appears above you, a couple stray strands of black hair tickling your cheeks. His smile is soft, but full of sympathy as he settles over you. “I’m sorry, baby. I wish I could make it go away…” He moves down your body, settling between your thighs and resting his cheek on the plush of your thigh. You sigh when you feel his fingers skate over your tummy, rubbing little circles into the skin that somehow work wonders for the pain. You sigh with relief, a bit of the tension ebbing away. “That feels nice…” Your body relaxes a bit, finally getting a break from the incessant pain. Suguru only smiles, looking up at you through hooded eyes when he presses a kiss just below your belly button. You don’t fail to notice the way his thumb is sliding under the fabric of your panties. “I can think of something that would feel even nicer…”

✰ NANAMI:

Prepares for your period.

Has your cycle marked down on his calendar so he always knows when you’re starting.

Stops by the store a couple of days ahead of time to buy pads/tampons/meds and your favorite snacks.

Runs a bath for you every night and fills it with all of your favorite soaps and scents.

Cooks. Mans knows how to cook and does extra of it when you’re on your period. Will make you nutritious meals and urge you to drink water, but always brings you something sweet if you’re craving it.

Heats up your hot water bottle every thirty minutes without you ever having to ask.

Lays out a fresh change of clothes for you whenever you’re in the shower.

Cuddles you whenever you want, but only after he’s tended to all of your other needs (meds, food, water, etc.).

Will have sex if you want, but will never push you for it. If you just want the relief from your cramps, he’ll just use his fingers to get you off and then pull you back into his arms.

“Time for your bath, sweetheart.” You nearly grumble in protest, but how can you do such a thing when he takes such good care of you? Still, you don’t want to move. Just existing hurts, much less walking to the bathroom. Despite your resistance to saying it aloud, Nanami still seems to understand what you’re thinking. No more than a second later he’s scooping you into his arms and carrying you to the bathroom. “You know you’ll feel better after, love.” You nod weakly against his chest. “Will you get in with me?” He pauses. He’s got dinner to make and he wanted to change the sheets for you… One nuzzle of your face into his neck has him throwing all those plans out the window. “Of course, princess. I’ll get in with you.”

✰ CHOSO:

Is new to this stuff so he lowkey freaks out.

Worries that you’re actually in danger cause… there’s blood???

Chills out eventually, but is still irrationally convinced that you’re injured.

When i tell you this man is at your BECK AND CALL, I mean it. He will do every little thing you ask. Fetches water, food, snacks– whatever you need.

Mans is panicked when he can’t find the candy bar you want at the grocery store.

Happily buys period products for you but has to facetime you cause the poor baby is overwhelmed and confused by all the options.

Is kind of attached to you like glue. Thinks you’re somehow more breakable in this state will hold you in his arms permanently apart from when you need to bathe, eat, or use the bathroom.

Actually freaks when you have a bout of cramps that makes you hiss in pain. Cannot believe you have to do this every month and hates feeling so useless in taking the pain away. Eagerly learns that he can put his warm hands on your tummy and it helps.

Is actually amazed when you tell him that sex helps with the cramps. Worries about hurting you, but is completely down. Mans is definitely not afraid of a little blood lmao.

“Baby… there are so many…” You can’t help but stifle a laugh looking at your boyfriend’s stressed expression through your phone screen. He’d run down to the store to get you some more pads– you just hadn’t anticipated how overwhelming the experience would be for him. “I know, Cho. I’m sorry. Here– back up so I can see the whole aisle.” He does as you ask, flipping the camera around so you can see what he’s looking at. You have to bite your lip this time to keep the laugh in. You’ve never realized just how many options there really are. “The ones toward the bottom right, baby. With the pink box.” The camera shakes a little as he follows your directions, arm sticking out like he’s playing pin the tail on the donkey. “These?” His hand hovers over a box that is pink but not the pink you need. “Down a couple racks.” Finally, his hands close around the right box. “Thank you, baby. I didn’t think about how confusing this would be for you…” The camera flips again and you grin at the soft soft smile on his lips. “Don’t apologize. Want me to grab some candy, too?”

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the-atlas-sister · 5 months

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MORE RANDOM TOKYO REVENGERS RELATIONSHIP HEADCANNONS BECAUSE IM BORED

But make it ✨spicy✨

Hanma gives you praises while he fucks you like a slut. When you give him head he’ll hold you by the hair, dick thrusting into your mouth while he grins down at you.

“Look at my pretty girl,” Hanma grunts softly, his hand holding your hair into a ponytail as he pushed his dick even farther down your throat. Tears stained your cheeks as you gagged against his cock. “C’mon princess,” he hummed, the pace of his hips increasing at the sound of your gag.

Your hands remained at your back, restrained by Hanma’s belt. He left you as nothing more than a fucktoy for his own pleasure, and yet- he spoke as if you were the most precious thing he'd ever laid his eyes on.

“M’close, princess,” he grunted, his grip on your hair tightening. A whimper vibrated in your throat at the action, finally forcing Hanma over the edge. He let out a mix between a sadistic laugh and a moan as he let his cum shoot down your throat. He huffed softly, pulling your lips away from his dick with a mad grin on his face as he gazed at the ceiling. “That’s my girl.

Izana has a mommy kink. He only discovers it if he has an inherently caring partner. Every time you patch up his wounds or treat him with a certain degree of care he didn’t think he’d ever receive, he finds himself just wanting to drop to his knees and make you shake with pleasure.

“Wanna make you feel so good,” the white haired boy whined against your pussy as he sloppily licked and kissed at the wet folds. He gazed up at you from his place between your thighs. Your cheeks were flushed and hair was messy. You gripped the headboard behind you tightly, low moans and whimpers leaving your lips. “You deserve to feel good. Wanna show you how much I love mommy’s pussy,” he rambled against you, his tongue pushing into your tight hole, making you gasp out softly. He’d been at this for at least half an hour now, holding your squirming hips down on the bed as he ate you to his heart’s content.

“Z-Zana,” you whined, pressing your head back against the headboard as he nuzzled his nose against your clit, making your toes curl. “Feels good baby.”

Your praise only encouraged Izana to press his face deeper into your pussy, lapping madly at your entrance. He gripped your hips, guiding you to grind on his face. His pace had no rhythm or pattern, causing your stomach to grow hot. “Cum for me mommy, please, please,” he begged against you, his saliva mixing with the slick already dripping from your cunt.

You reached down and gripped his hair, letting out whiney moans as you felt yourself reaching your climax. God how Izana loved those moans of you. It was as if every sound you made encouraged him to push you over the edge.

Your back arched and a moan fell from your lips as your climax overcame you. Izana held your hips down, continuing to lick at your pussy as you came on his face.

Your chest heaved as he looked up at you, a shit eating grin on his face as he crawled on top of you. “Can I put it in now Mommy? Please?”

Mitsuya uses measuring you as an excuse to feel you up. After establishing a relationship with you he wished for nothing more than to create clothes he made perfectly for you. You don’t have to know that he doesn’t need to see you completely naked to take your measurements though.

“You know I don’t know if I have anymore room in my closet for more of your clothes,” you giggle as you stand between your boyfriend’s spread legs. His eyes are focused on your body, examining every curve, shape and dip. His large hands held your waist firmly in place, sliding the slowly over the curve of your hips.

“I’ll buy you a bigger closet,” the designer mumbled, reaching around you to cup the fat of your ass. He gave it a firm squeeze, chuckling as you let out a surprised yelp. You held his shoulders gently, sending him a playful scowl. “I’m taking measurements!” he quickly defended with a sly smirk on his lips.

You let out a light scoff at his words. You had caught onto his game long ago- you weren’t that oblivious after all. Despite this, you allowed Mitsuya to continue his “measuring”.

You watched him with flushed cheeks as he trained his hands over your waist and up to your breasts. Your breath hitched in your throat as he cupped the two mounds of flesh, his thumbs swiping across your already hard nipples. “Takashi…” you whispered, goosebumps spreading across your skin as he pinched the sensitive buds on your breasts.

His lavender eyes trail back up to your face, reviling in its flushed appearance. He keeps his eyes on your face as he gently grabs your thigh, guiding it so that your foot was placed just beside his hip. You looked away from him shyly as he delicately stroked the length of your leg. Once his hand reached your thigh once more, he leaned down slightly, placing a tender kiss to the inner thigh. “So wet baby?” he said, his voice deep and low as he stared at your already wet pussy on full display at the position he put you in. “Already? I’m just taking your measurements.”

Seishu needs you to use his first name when he’s fucking you. Sure he likes nicknames. (Please call him honey. He doesn’t know why but it just feels so domestic and makes him really happy in bed) But calling him “Seishu” really gets him going more than anything. He was so used to feeling like his best friend loved him because of his sister (Koko always just called him Inui) so calling him by his first name to name makes him feel seen and knows you love him for him.

“Hi Seishu,” you chuckle as soon as you feel your boyfriend wrap his arms around your waist from behind. He smelled like motor oil and gas and you could still feel the rough material of his uniform on your skin. “Long day?” you commented as you continued to chop the vegetables necessary for dinner. Seishu only responded by placing a kiss on the back of your neck. His arms tightened around you and his face nuzzled between your shoulder and neck. “Seishu?”

“Say it again?” he said softly, his voice slightly muffled by your skin.

“Hm?” You smiled softly as Seishu gently turned you to face him.

“Say it again,” he said, placing his hands on the counter behind you, trapping you between himself and the counter. His eyes were dark and he was inching ever closer.

“Seishu?” you repeated, pressing your forehead against his own. There was a teasing smile on your lips. “Long day honey?” you whispered, wrapping your arms around his shoulders as he pushed all of your freshly chopped vegetables to the side. He picked you up easily and placed you on top of the counter.

“I just missed you,” he said gently, holding your thighs. He leaned forward, pressing his lips along the skin of your jaw. “Missed your voice.”

Naoto does not have it in him to look at you when you suck his cock. It doesn’t matter if you’re offering to do it or he suggests it, he just can’t make himself look at you. Don’t get me wrong, his little breathy moans and grunts are enough praise for you and he knows that, but he just feels too embarrassed to look at you in such a lewd position.

Naoto held a firm hand over his mouth as he sat reclined in his chair within his office. His cheeks were flushed red and his eyes focused on the small window in the corner. Anything but you, kneeling under his desk, sucking his cock shamelessly.

"You really don't need to," he'd insisted, blushing when you suggest the act.

"But I know you've been busy and work has been stressful," you'd say with that sweet smile of yours he'd fallen in love with. Your soft hands ran over his clothed chest gently, almost encouraging him to say yes to your little offer. "And I know it helps you relax," you cooed in his ear softly. "Just for a few minutes, yeah?"

That's how you ended up here, on your knees, hands keeping Naoto's shaking legs open as you hollow your cheeks against his cock. You pressed the flat of your tongue against the underside of his length, feeling a wet patch developing in your panties as he let out a broken and muffled moan from behind his hands. You gazed up at him with half-lidded eyes as you massaged his balls with your right hand.

He never looked at you when you were on your knees for him. Not that you minded, it just gave you a better view of his heaving chest and bobbing adam's apple.

Naoto's free hand gripped the arm of his chair tightly, knuckles turning white as he bit down on the hand over his mouth. You always knew just what to do to make him lose that last bit reselence. You knew that he had missed you just as much as you missed him.

Most importantly you knew just how much he loved having you on his knees, even if he couldn't bare to look at you.

Ran likes to have you ride him after he's done with long meetings. It's become almost routine for the both of you. He's started to even text you before he comes home, letting you know how it went, but so you can prep yourself.

"L-long meeting, huh?" you say, eyes screwed shut as you sat on Ran's lap, his cock already buried deep inside you. He had his larger hands on the fat of your hips in a lazy grip.

"Just borin'," Ran stated simply, experimentally guiding you to grind against him. "Ready to move yet, doll?" You grunted softly, nodding your head in response before rolling your hips against his. You plant your hands on his chest firmly and start to slowly bounce on his cock.

"Wha-what happened?" you tried to push out, forcing your eyes open to look at him. He smirked at you knowingly, bouncing you on his length. He thought it was cute how invested in his business you were, even as you tried your rode his cock.

"Nothing you need to worry yourself about," he smirked, watching with pleasure as you tried to get yourself off, all while trying to hear about his day at the same time.

You frown at how easily he brushed off your question. You stopped your movement, keeping yourself planted on his lap. "Ran, I wanna hear about it, please?" You rocked your hips against him, forcing his cock deeper into you.

Ran chuckled softly, his smug smirk still gracing his lips. "I'll tell you about it later, yeah doll?" he said, gripping your hips and thrusting up into you, causing you to let out a surprised gasp. "Right now just focus on riding my cock."

Shinichiro has a fantasy of having you suck him off behind the counter of his shop. It's a fantasy he's far to embarrassed to ever bring up to you, but whenever he seems you waltz into the shop, wearing that pretty little sundress of yours, he can't help but let his mind wander...

Shinichiro's day always got a little better when he saw you walking through the door. That bright smile on your face never failed to make his heart jump out of his chest, no matter how many times he saw it illuminate his little shop. He grinned at you, wiping some oil from his face. His eyes scanned your figure, smile growing wider as he saw the little sundress you wore. It had a short flowing skirt that stopped around your knees and soft off the shoulder sleeves.

"Hey baby," he said, wiping his hands on a spare rag. You gleefully walked up to his front counter, leaning forward on it.

"Hi," you said happily, giving him a gentle peck on the lips. Shinichiro smiled like an idiot as you kissed him. You hopped onto the counter and swung your legs over to the other side, now sitting on top of it in front of him. "I thought we could go on a date during your lunch," you hummed, watching him with a smile as he cleaned up his latest project.

"Damn," Shinichiro swore, frowning to himself at your suggestion. He smiled quickly as he noticed a look of confusion crossing your features. "Sorry hun, I just had lunch," he said, smiling apologetically. He stood up and stood in front of you, placing his hands on your thighs softly.

"Oh," you said, a small frown crossing your features. Your frown made Shinichiro frown as well.

"You wanna just stick around though?" he suggested, playing with a loose string on the end of the skirt. "I could use a distraction. It's been a slow day anyway." You smiled softly at his words, nodding slightly.

You sat on the counter, watching as Shinichiro contiued to work on his bike. A bike for his little brother, you recalled him telling you a few weeks back. Every so often you noticed his eyes wandering to your seated figure, making you smile at him.

As you sat so pretty on his counter, Shinchiro couldn't help but let his mind wander to one of his favorite little fantasies. The image of you kneeling in front of him, just below his counter, hidden from the view of anyone except him appeared vividly in his mind. He could imagine the way your watery eyes would look at they looked up at him, mouth full of his cock. He'd talk with every customer, helping them in any way he could while still staying in place, letting you continue your work. He'd hope his customers wouldn't notice the way he gripped the counter in an iron grip, one hand sneakily below it, gripping your hair to keep you against him.

He kept his eyes focused on the bike in front of him, hoping it'd hide his obvious blush. But of course, he wasn't so lucky.

"What're you thinking about bubba's?" you said gently, tilting your head at your boyfriend as his cheeks flushed a deep red color.

"H-huh?" he said suddenly, seemingly snapped out of whatever trance he had been in. He looked up at you, slightly embarrassed at being caught in such a headspace. "Oh, just thinking..." he mumbled, going back to work on his bike.

"What about?" you asked, hopping off the counter and approaching the young man. You squatted behind him, pressing your cheek into his back. You wrapped your arms around his waist, nuzzling into his back. "Me?" you asked teasingly, noticing the ever growing tent in his pants.

"How'd you know?" he chuckled sheepishly, leaning his head back against your own. You giggled at his words and slight show of affection.

"Do I get to know what about?" you asked softly, placing your hands on his arms and rubbing up and down gently.

"Not yet baby," he hummed, reaching around to take your hand. He brought it to his lips and kissed your knuckles softly. "Not yet."

Chifuyu likes to kiss your neck. As simple as it may seem, he likes it. You've discovered it's his own little way of telling you he loves you and wants to be more intimate with you. You are also always able to tell what mood he's in, depending on how he kisses your neck and who he's willing to do it in front of.

"Hi 'Fuyu," you hum with a bright smile as Chifuyu entered your shared bedroom. His hair was a mess and there were bits of white fur still attached to his black t-shirt. He gave you a tired smile, lazily pulling off his messy shirt and tossing it in the hamper in the corner of the room. "Long day?" you guessed with a giggle as he plopped onto the foot of the small bed. Your hair was messy and makeup gone, wearing one of Chifuyu's cardigans over a bra and pair of his boxers. You always argued his clothes were far more comfortable than your own.

"Mhm," he sighed, crawling up the bed to finally land at your side. "A few teenagers brought in a whole box of kittens," he groaned, laying down on the bed next to you. "They were cute as hell- THE KITTENS NOT THE GIRLS!" You giggled as he shot up to look at you seriously. You nodded at him, showing you understood what he meant, watching as he collapsed next to you once more. "But they didn't want to be cared for by anyone. Damn things were shaking and cold but too scared to let any of us come near them, so that was a whole thing." You hummed in response to his words, shuffling so you could look at him as he spoke. "Then, like three of the dogs got loose because our newest employee forgot to lock the door to the playpen."

"Oh my god," you said, jaw dropping slightly as he recounted his stressful day. "I'm sorry baby, that sounds like a fucking rough day." You gently brushed some of his hair to the side.

"You have no idea," Chifuyu sighed, gently taking your hand in his own. He gently kissed the tips of your fingers, letting his eyes fluttered closed. "But now I'm home with you, so everything's better." You chuckled at his kind words, melting at how delicately he kissed your hand.

"Can I do anything to help you destress?" you asked softly, running your free hand over the skin of his chest and stomach. "I could make you a bath or we could read your favorite mangas?"

"I have something else in mind," Chifuyu said softly, leaning over and pressing a soft kiss to the space between your shoulder and neck. He gently brushed any loose strands of hair away from your neck before continuing to kiss the sensitive skin there. Your cheeks flushed at the action. "What do you say, Y/n? Lemme use you for a bit, yeah?"

You inhaled shakily as he began to place open mouth kisses along your neck, shuffling so his free hand landed on the other side of your body. "Y-yeah, use me "Fuyu."

I have more ideas buuuuuuuut I felt like this was a good length for this.

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ilythena · 3 months

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𝐏𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐄 || 𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐇𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐄𝐒

★SUM when you decide to break up with your boyfriend, you never thought you’d end up sleeping with his enemy.

SMUT!!!! Fem reader, one night stand turned lovers, oral (F and M receiving), sloppy make outs, cheating (reader and her bf are cheating on each other), mentions of drunk sex but it doesn’t actually happen, hangover sex, creampies, phone sex (readers bf calls and they pick up mid deed), Jack doesn’t give two shits lmao, he’s kinda switchy???, “I can treat you better than he can” trope, reader is a celebrity but her personal work is not mentioned, use of y/n, unhealthy relationships, Jack does not live with Luke in this fic, readers ex boyfriend is not named and can be whoever you’d like it to be.

WC of 3.2K, not proofread 😥

♪ Practice - Drake

“All I want to do is go out and you’re already acting like a bitch.” Your boyfriend says as he buttons up his shirt

“You promised this time we would stay in.” You said from your spot in the room as he shifts his eyes to look at you from the mirror and his brows furrow “so what? You want me to be inside all the time and be boring? I have a social life I have to keep up with, y/n. You can either stop being a pain in the ass about it and come with me or stay here by yourself.” He says as he walks out the room and with a heavy heart you follow him outside.

Sitting in the passenger seat silent he drives you both out to some random club with random people and quickly ditches you without even saying goodbye

Your boyfriend immediately left you in the corner as soon as you both got there, and there you were standing there like you knew you would be. Everyone's drinking and smoking who knows what and it makes your skin crawl at the fact that you have no clue who your even around right now.

"Hey beautiful. What're you doing here alone?" Some random creep says to you and you have to physically hold back from cringing into your skin, the alcohol evident on his breath.

"Sorry, I'm not looking for anyone" you say and quickly down your drink to move to the dance floor to get away. Bumping into strangers you realize the alcohol kicks in quicker than you thought it would. Eventually finding your boyfriend and rolling your eyes at the way he’s obviously flirting with another girl, you quickly realize you’re gonna have to find another way home tonight.

Trying your best to forget about your shitty excuse of a boyfriend, you very quickly start to dance with some random. Though the lights are extremely dark, you could tell he was handsome.

Told you he’s seen you around before, and than he’s been plotting on you for a while. His offering of a drink somehow turnt into you grinding against him and in the blink of an eye you’re stumbling into his apartment, drunk and insanely horny.

Lightheaded. That's the only word you could use to describe how you feel so early in the morning.

Forcing your eyes open you see the man who’s name is apparently Jack laying on your chest-knocked out asleep. You sigh and grab your phone to check the time: 5:30 am, you have a few notifications from the group chat you and your friends share; most of it just your friends being they’re usual crazy selfs with your other friends entertaining it.

Your hand finds itself into his hair, stroking it while he lets out quiet snores against you. The buzz from the alcohol must've followed you into the next morning cause you still feel so relaxed, head spinning but in a good way. You feel jack shift against you to pull you closer and you look down at him.

His eyes are on you now, mumbling a "good morning" while his hands run down your back and he presses a kiss on your collarbone. The action makes your heart flutter and you whisper "good morning" back to him, hand pushing the hair out of his face while he scoots up to lay his head in the crook of your neck.

“Jack, I really shouldn’t be here-“ “I know you have a boyfriend, pretty girl. I don’t care about him. He doesn’t deserve you.” He cuts you off with a mumble of the last part and you’re stuck in minor shock

You don’t protest his statement knowing that he was right. If your boyfriend can have some fun why can’t you?

You two have simple conversation, him asking what time it was and how you were and you responding. You scrolled through instagram seeing yet another picture of your boyfriend leaving the club with some random woman and he watched silently while rubbing his hands onto your waist. He suddenly hums and makes small pecks into your neck, kissing around until he finds a spot that makes you breathe a little heavier and leaning your head to the side so he can get better leverage at the spot.

"What're you doing?" You whisper, curious but making no effort to stop him. "Kissing you." He replied blankly, mumbling small praises in between the kisses. You move his head so you could kiss him on the lips— sloppily but passionate. He pinches your sides to make you gasp so that he can slip his tongue into your mouth, groaning into the kiss.

He moves a knee between your legs so you don't close them, moving your shirt up so he can kiss down your torso until he gets down to your pants. He looks up at you; asking with his eyes if he can remove them and you nod. He wastes no time taking your pants off and removing your underwear, dick twitching when he sees how wet you are.

'''S all for me?" He mumbles into your thigh and you nod again, breath hitching in your throat. "Use your words." He says, kissing up and down your thighs-both arousal and nervousness pooling in your stomach at the sight of him kneeled down in front of you. "Yes. All for you." You say, and you could barely get another word out before he begun to lick a stripe up your slit.

An audible gasp left your mouth while a groan left his, and your hand—that was previously holding your shirt up—flew to his hair and gripped onto it for balance.

"Why didn't you tell me you tasted so good?" Jack said, words coming out slurred due to him not bothering to stop the attack on your pussy. "H-when was I supposed to tell you tha- oh my god." you said, words getting cut off when his tongue circles your clit.

He's really eating you out now, head mushed between your thighs, licking and sucking every part of you his tongue can reach. You don't know how he became so alert so quickly, he just was damn near asleep barely even half an hour ago. The feeling becomes too much, you squirming around and him grabbing both of your thighs to bring you back to him, mumbling a "stay still for me" into your core as he continues.

It's only a few more moments until you get closer to the edge, whines and moans increasing in pitch as Jack inhumanly speeds up. " Jack, I'm close" you whine, and he just hums as he continues. Your thighs closing in on his head as you cum and him groaning, trying to practically drink it before you have to forcefully remove his head from your pussy. His eyes are low, filled with lust and you're panting, trying to catch your breath.

“I’m not done with you, pretty. Let me fuck that loser boyfriend of yours out of your head, hm?” He says as he drags you closer to the middle of the bed, near his now hard dick that was now very obviously poking through his shorts.

The fact that he’s not wearing a shirt makes this process much easier, as all he had to do was slide down his shorts and kick them off. You’re staring at him and you don’t know what to think right now, he’s huge. He looks at you for a brief moment before smirking, “you like what you see?” He says and your face gets a little hot when you realize you’ve been caught. He spits down into his hand and gives you a little show, jerking himself off and teasing his tip on your slit.

“I wanna suck you off” you suddenly blurt out and he can’t help but chuckle a little. “Next time, lovely. If I don’t fuck you right now I think I might explode.”

“Jack please don’t tease me” you whine and he kisses up from your collarbones to your ear, and whispers a beg for it into your ear. “Please, please, put it in. I need to feel you.” Was all it took from you before he put a hand next to your head and he was pushing himself into you.

He pushed in slowly, part of it wanting you to get you to the stretch, but the other part of it was for him to not cum quickly. “You’re so fucking tight y/n, god.” He groans out and you moan out when he finally bottoms out inside of you.

Jack doesn’t waste any time pounding into you as you quickly grab onto his shoulders for support. “Oh!” You cry out and he grunts in reply, “so fucking wet too. This turn you on? Having a real man take care of you like this.” He says as he grabs you by your chin so you can look at him and you sob out a yes for him.

“Feels so good, Jack. So full of you, fucking me so good” you whine out and he lets out what would seem to be a quiet whimper “keep talking to me like that and I’m definitely not gonna last long, baby.” He licks his thumb and brings it down to your clit to rub it in fast, tight circles that makes your jaw drop and your toes curl.

“Oh fuck! Jack!” You say as your back arches off the bed and he puts his other free hand on your back for support. “Come on baby, let go for me. Cum on this cock.” He whines into your neck and with a few more thrust you were creaming all over him. He keeps going and you quickly get overstimulated while he holds your hips down into the bed

“Just a little more, pretty. I’m gonna cum so fucking hard into you. Fuck.” He pants out and like he said, after a few more deep thrusts, he cums inside of you.

He gently lays on top of you as you both catch your breaths and come down from your orgasms. He kisses your temple and whispers about how he’s going to run you a bath and bring you some water.

“What am I going to wear? And as much as I would love to stay here I have to go home.” You whisper and he tells you not to worry about it, that you could take one of his shirts and he’ll take you home his self. You don’t object when he carries you to the bathroom and sets the water temperature to warm.

Begrudgingly getting out of jacks car and giving him your number, you grab your keys and walk into your very empty apartment. Usually you’d be upset, however this time you’ve never been more grateful. You wash your face and put on a movie to lay on the couch and rest.

You’re rudely awoken when your boyfriend walks through the door at 11:30 am and you don’t even bother to ask him where he’s been when you know exactly where he was.

“Hey babe.” He says and you hum a small “hey” back to him. He doesn’t even know you didn’t come home last night and you plan to keep it that way.

“What’s up with you? All relaxed.” He says and you shrug “I was taking a nap…” you say and he side eyes you. You don’t usually sleep unless he comes home but he lets it go as you were probably tired.

It’s been a few weeks of you and Jack sneaking around while your boyfriend doesn’t have a clue. And a part of you feels bad about it but then again he’s cheated multiple times and you’re simply not in love with him anymore.

Tomorrow, your boyfriend has a game against the New Jerseys devils which excites you because then you get to see Jack again.

“Why are you so happy to go? Never seen you this excited to see me kick some ass in a game before.” Your boyfriend chuckles as you mentally groan and put on a fake smile “just happy that I get to see my boyfriend play.” You lie straight out of your teeth, well not really. You are watching your boyfriend play, just not him. he smiles at your statement. “You know, recently you’ve been acting different. And honestly, I love it so much. You’re so much more calmer and it just makes me happy that knowing you regained that trust in me.” He said and you didn’t even respond. Just smiled like you didn’t know what was happening

“Only thing that’s pissing me off is that Jack kid” he says and you freeze. “…What do you mean?” “I mean like, he’s just some pretty boy who thinks he’s the shit. Thinks he can do whatever he wants and tonight I’m gonna beat his ass in this game tonight to show him who’s boss.” You don’t say anything once again and you’re left with your thoughts while your boyfriend flips through the tv to find a channel to watch.

By the time you left the house, your boyfriend was already on the ice getting ready to start his match. You’re about to sit down next to your friend when a text comes through your phone.

Jack 🤍

Come meet me after the game.

You shoot back a 👍 before putting your phone down and talking with the girl beside you.

It was obvious who was going to win. A devastating game for your boyfriend with a 4-0 to The new jersey devils but a celebratory one for your affair partner. Your boyfriend doesn’t even look at you, just gets in his car after taking off his gear and goes home. You don’t even care anymore, and after you see all the boys leaving the opposite teams locker room, you text Jack asking if it was okay for you to come to his apartment and he immediately sends a yes.

You walk into the place and immediately you’re hugged by him, which sends butterflies to your stomach and a bright genuine smile to your face.

“Missed you, gorgeous. Saw how I kicked ass out there?” He says as he pulls away to look at your face and you smile even harder “I did! You played so good, super proud of you” and he gives you a deep kiss as you both giggle.

“You have to stop! What if you leave a mark?” You whisper laugh and he nips at your ear “don’t care anymore. Let them know how much I love you.” He says and you suddenly feel flustered “Jack….” “Y/n. You don’t have to be with him anymore. I can take care of you so much better than he can and you know that.” He says with so much seriousness in his voice that you’re left speechless

“Jack-“ “I genuinely love you. seriously. I want to be with you.” He says and you have no words so you just kiss him again. The kissing turns into him pinning you against the wall and the grinding and groping is very evident.

“Take all this off baby. I need you right now” he says as you’re quick to push him down onto his couch. “Not this time. It’s your win. Let me take care of you” you say and he whispers a fuck while his eyes run along your body.

You take off your top and after a few minutes of kissing and grinding, you drop to your knees and he lets out a gasp of pleasure at you palming him.

You unzip his pants and he’s breathing heavily, anticipating what you’d do next. You spit onto his dick and roll your hand around it for a few strokes before giving gentle kisses to his tip.

“Baby don’t tease, thought you were taking care of me?” He whines out as you giggle “I am. Be patient for me.” You say and his next words fall flat on his tongue as you start tonguing his head.

Finally granting his wish, you dip your head down and take him fully down your throat. Your cheeks pulling in to suck him tighter while your head dipped up and down. A groan of surprise leaves his mouth as his eyes immediately become hooded.

“Fuck, angel. Such a nice mouth you have on you” he groaned out. But his muttering and whining was quickly cut off with the way you sloppily put your tongue on his balls

“Holy shit. Oh my fucking god baby. You’re incredible” he moans out as you continue to jerk him off while popping of on his balls out of your mouth and moving on to the one beside it.

You took him back into your mouth and your hands worked around what you couldn’t reach, the head of his dick kissing the back of your throat in a pleasureful burn and you can feel tears swelling in your eyes when he gently grabs your head and begins to start fucking his full length down your throat.

His moans and whines become more desperate every second and it’s obvious he’s close to cumming. Although you’re enjoying your time here, your phone suddenly starts ringing. It’s your boyfriend. Jack groans out partly in annoyance and in pleasure and then he gets an idea. “Wanna show your boyfriend how pretty you look when I cum down your throat.” He almost cries out and you moan around him “please baby, can I pick up the phone at let him he- oh fuck, let him hear how well you take me?” He says as he struggles to keep his composure with the way you’re deepthroating him, cutting himself off with his own moans

You hum in approval and Jack doesn’t waste any time picking up that phone and putting your boyfriend on speaker.

“Hey. Where are you-“ and all that’s heard is a loud gag through the room and the sloppy noises of your mouth on jack’s cock.

“Fuck baby. Keep going please. I’m so fucking close, oh my god.” Jack says as he throws his head back, face flushed and neck red as you hold his hips down and begin bobbing your head up and down again.

“Y/n?! What the fuck is happening?! Who is that?!!” Your boyfriend frantically says as Jack takes the phone. “She’s a pro at sucking dick. Honestly I have no clue how you could even let her out of your sight” Jack grunts out and hangs up the phone, not even wanting to bother with him right now.

A few more bobs of your head and Jack is cumming down your throat. Chest heaving as he does so. “Oh fuck, you’re so perfect, holy shit.” He whines out and you’re determined to clean him up completely, continuing to suck him off until he was completely finished

“Fuck- you trying to kill me over here? God” he says with a small laugh as you finally pop off his dick, catching your breath.

As you and Jack bask in the afterglow, your boyfriend is blowing up your phone and before you can reach for it, Jack stops you.

“You don’t need to worry about him anymore. You’re mine now.”

#jack hughes x you #jack hughes x reader #jack hughes smut #nhl x reader #nhl x you #nhl x y/n #jack hughes #jack hughes x y/n #new jersey devils #ꨄ angie’s works.

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midnightwriter21 · 5 days

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jjk hcs: toji & inumaki as boyfriends

characters: toji fushiguro & toge inumaki

warnings: slight toji slander hehe, nothing else i think?

an: read gojo & nanami version HERE read yuji, yuta, and megumi version HERE

TOJI FUSHIGURO

lord he is too fine

i’m so sorry for the toji simps myself included

cause you have the most nonchalant boyfriend to ever exist

he’s one of the “babe relaaaaxxxx. it’s not even a big deal.” boyfriends

and that’s cause for toji…. nothing is ever a big deal

unlessssss *wink wink*

unless you happen to be in danger

bc then toji is doing whatever it takes to make you safe

and i do mean whatever it takes

don’t expect fancy dates that take a lot of effort

toji’s version of a “fancy” date is taking you to the food court at the mall

and by taking you i mean he walks with you there and then makes you pay for the food

broke ass

he doesn’t really care about pda

toji does what toji wants

if he wants to pull you into his lap in the middle of a meeting with a client?

then he’s pulling you into his lap tf

and you’re gonna sit there until the meeting is over

if he wants to stick his tongue down your throat in the middle of a park?

he’s finding y’all a nice comfy bench to sit on and he’s pulling you in to meet his lips

toji WILL go radio silent out of nowhere

sometimes you’ll go days

maybe even weeks

without hearing from him

he always turns back up though

he’s like the stray dog that you start leaving food out for that disappears and reappears at will

he’s got nicknames for dayyysssss

but you never know what context he’s using them in

for example:

princess (derogatory)

brat (affectionate)

yeah anyways 10/10 would let him treat me like shit

TOGE INUMAKI

*sigh* he’s so baby girl sugarplum gumdrop angel face pookie bear handsome boy

so uh let’s address the obvious here…

mans can’t physically converse with you

BUT

inumaki is 100% the best of the jjk boys when it comes to communication!!

whether y’all talk using sign language, texting, a dry erase board, etc.

he is great when it comes to discussing feelings/ problems/ literally anything else

just uh… not verbally

now jjk usually portrays gojo and yuji as comedic relief

but inumaki? is a CLOWNNNNN

swear

i just know he’s funny asf

his facial expressions have to be top tier

and just imagine everybody having a lil sorcerer meeting. everybody is super serious and then you just hear “tuna mayo” come from the corner

bruh i would not be able to contain myself i would laugh til i cried

inumaki is stage 5 clinger!!!

bro is so open with the pda

he uses pda as an excuse to show you off brag

he spots some guys eyeing you from across the street?

he’s slipping his hand in your back pocket, giving you a lil squeeze and shooting them a smug smirk

and he is SMOOTHHHHH

bro can’t even speak to you but everything he does is so smooth

ong his rizz is top tier

as for nicknames…

since he can’t say normal words I like to think he’d find the name of a food that he can call you as a replacement lol

ex. when u blush he calls you out on it by poking your cheek and calling you “tomato”

boyyyy if you don’t find a cuter food name to call me

yeah i love him

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luvyeni · 7 months

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❛TREAT YOU BETTER❜ ( h. renjun )

p. huang renjun x fem!reader w. 5.1k+

warnings? smut, mentions of 🍃, unprotected sex, toxic relationships

— 𖦹 ( renjun hates your boyfriend, he certain he can treat you better) !

“You only won that game because of me, stop boosting.” Renjun watched his friends argue over nonsense as they rode up the elevator to haechans apartment. “Bullshit, you didn’t do a damn thing.”

They stepped off the elevator still arguing, “Enough.” Renjun shushed them both. “You’re both pretty, give it a rest.” They switched to arguing over who was pretty, to which he shook his head ignoring them as they walked down the hall.

“Where are you?” Renjun turned his upon hearing your voice, you were standing in front of the door, tears streaming down your face. “Because you won’t give me a key, now i’m locked out of our apartment, and you’re too busy with another girl to come let me in.” They all turned to you — you noticed to putting your hand to your mouth, whispering. “I look stupid crying, there are people walking past.”

They quickly turned making there way to the end of the hall where haechan lived. “Why doesn’t she have the key to her own house.” Jaemin, mostly likely high out his mind said, completely unaware of how loud he was. “Shut up.” Renjun slapped his arm, walking into haechans unlocked apartment.

“Wassup!” haechan yelled, his small apartment already drowning in the scent of weed and smoke. “Jesus haechan how many did you already smoke.” Jeno sat down on the couch. “Not enough, did you bring it?” Renjun threw the green substance at him. “You owe me 30 fucking dollars you ass.” He snapped, the boy had sent him on a run, thinking it was only 10 dollars, when in reality it was 30 dollars. “Thank you renjunnie.”

They all sat around, jeno began rolling up the weed into blunts, renjun mind went back to you, you seemed to live there, so why didn’t you have a key? Did you loose it? So why don’t you just go to maintenance?

Seems like jaemin had the same question, cause he soon spoke up. “Haechan, whose the pretty girl crying in front of the apartment down the hall?” Renjun rolled his eyes. “Who the fuck- Oh that’s y-n, she’s crying again?” Again? This was a reoccurring thing. “Again?” Jeno read his mind.

“Yeah, this happens at least once a month, her boyfriend is an asshole and won’t get her a key, so she’s constantly getting locked out.” He explained. “Why won’t she just go to maintenance and get one?” haechan shrugged. “He doesn’t let her do anything alone, i’m surprised she is out of the apartment while he’s not there, I don’t think she had class today.”

“What?” Renjun finally spoke up. “I don’t know, she doesn’t seem to go out without him unless she’s going to class, she’s our age too, he’s like 28 and everytime I see him, I see her follow behind him” Haechan said. “He’s trash though, I hear him always yelling at her over dumb shit, cheating on her.” Renjun felt himself getting upset – why stay with a person if you’re gonna treat them like that. “and she stays? Haechan shrugged. “Somedays I hear her leaving and then she doesn’t come home for a few days, but then she’s right back here, she’s real forgiving, a bit of an air head, sweet girl though.” He passed the blunt to renjun.

“I’m good.” Haechan retracted his hand with a “suit yourself.” Renjun couldn’t stop thinking about how the tears rolled down your face, as you begged for you sorry excuse for a boyfriend to come home. “Jun? you okay?” Jeno asked, he stood up. “Where are you going?” Jaemin asked.

“To go see if she got into the apartment, where else.” He said, haechan past the blunt to jaemin. “Be careful, her boyfriend isn’t only an asshole to her, he’s an asshole in general.” Renjun definitely wasn’t scared of a coward who treats women like trash. “I’ll be back.”

“Where are you?” You barely waited for your boyfriend to answer. “I’m on my way I swear, geez why are you calling so much.” You heard him slur his words, music playing in the background. “because you won’t give me a key, and now im locked out of our apartment.” You said, tears wielding in your eyes again. “hey come here.” You heard a females voice in the back. “and you’re too busy with another girl to let me in.”

You watched three boys walk past you, furthering your embarrassment. “and I look like a fool crying.”

“Then stop being such a crybaby, I told you i’ll be home soon, why do you need a key so bad, you don’t even leave the house often, why waste money on a key.” He yelled over the music. “You don’t let me out the house.” You here his slam down another drink. “Because you can barely do anything without my help, you’d get hit by a car if it wasn’t for me, don’t be an idiot.” He yelled. “Now stay there, i’ll be home soon.” Before you could say something, you heard the click of the phone.

You sighed, sliding down the door defeated. You don’t understand why you still stay, your boyfriend used to be a good person — or maybe he wasn’t and you were just blinded by his love bombing that you didn’t notice the red flags, but whatever it was, he didn’t used to be like that, that was the only reason you felt comfortable moving into an apartment went him, but that’s when things went to shit.

He began to come home late night, drunk and covered in hickeys, apologizing over and over, until he didn’t even apologize, instead he’d just say, “I came home to you, that’s all that matters.”

You knew how he treated you wasn’t good, but you were always a people pleaser, putting everyone before you — seeing the good in everyone, and even though everyone else fails to see the good in your boyfriend, you believe he’s somewhere in there.

“Are you okay?” a voice pulls you from your inner thoughts, your eyes travel upwards, meeting his eyes. It was one of the boys who walked past you. “Hi.” You stood up, brushing off your skirt. “I’m fine.” You spoke. “Are you locked out?” He pretended that he didn’t know anything, you looked at the door, then back to him, he was cute. “Yeah.”

“Do you have a hair pin or something?” You reached into your bag, moving things around, searching. “Uh, here.” You said, he took it from you, your hands touching, he gave you a slight smile, “could you…” He motioned for you to move. “Oh o-okay.” You stepped to the side.

You watched him work on the door, he wiggled it around a bit – until you hear a click, the door was unlocked. He pushed the door open, and the reason you were even crying, came running out the door. “peaches!” The dog jumped into your arms, licking your face. “oh baby you must be so hungry.” He watched your eyes light up, biting back a smile.

You turned to him, he handed you back the hair pin. “How did you do that? You aren’t a criminal are you?” He shook his head. “no, but my friend is an idiot who gets locked out of his bedroom a absurd number of times.” You smiled. “Thank you so much, you really saved me today, my poor peaches must’ve been so scared.” He nodded watching you pet the dog.

“I really wish I could pay you back some how.” He shook his head. “I have some money, hold on.” He quickly stopped you. “it’s fine, don’t worry about it, no one should stand out like that, plus now you can feed your dog, that’s enough for me.” You hummed. “You’re a godsend.” You said.

The dog began to whimper in your arms. “Okay peaches, let’s get you some food, say goodbye to the nice man.” Renjun patted the dogs head. “goodbye peaches.” He said. “And it was nice to meet you…” you said waiting for his name. “oh it’s renjun.” You smiled, “it was nice to meet you renjun, i’m yn.” He nodded. “Same to you.” You waved, walking into your house. “bye bye.” He waved back, waiting for you to close the door, before making his way back to haechans apartment. “did you fix it captain save a pretty girl.”

He rolled his eyes, sitting back down. “thanks to jaemin being a dumbass i got the door open using a bobby-pin.” Jaemin smiled, eyes hardly open. “You’re welcome.” He past renjun the blunt. “can you finally stop worrying and smoke with us?” he took the blunt from his friends hand — shit he paid 30 bucks for it.

They all stumbled out of haechans apartment, trying to make it downstairs before the uber got there. “I’m hungry.” Jaemin slurred, “me too.” Jeno said. He walked past your apartment, eyes squinting as he heard yelling coming from the other side of the door. “seems like her boyfriend is home — let’s go before the uber leaves.” Jeno said, renjun looked back at the door, before stepping into the elevator.

“You got into the house, what’s the big fucking deal?” your boyfriend yelled, the dog barked in your defense. “The big deal is someone had to basically break into our apartment because you were too busy fucking other girls to come and let me in.” You said back, he didn’t even deny it, groaning. “Jesus yn, you’re acting so controlling.” He says, “it’s not my fault you don’t go out, but you won’t stop me from living my life.”

“I don’t go out because you don’t let me!” You shouted, “Whatever, i’m going to bed, i’ll let you act like a baby on your own.” He stumbled back to your shared bedroom. “girls like you are so needy.”

You sighed, sitting on the couch — peaches climbed into your lap, cuddling into you. You thought about where everyone went wrong, how you got to this point. Then your mind slowly drifted to the nice boy who helped you earlier — it had been a while since a boy was the slightest bit nice to you, it felt girl. “I think he’s friends with that boy down the hall, he doesn’t seem as weird as him though.” You spoke to the dog, “He’s sweet.” You smiled to yourself, laying down.

“let’s sleep out here tonight.” You grabbed the blanket, the dog cuddled to your side. “night peaches.” You closed your eyes, drifting off to sleep, your mind on the boy with the lip ring who was your knight and shining armor.

Renjun hated his job at the café, it quite literally sucked ass — but somebody had to pay half rent and fund jaemins weed problem.

“Welcome to sm café how can I help you?” he said not looking up from the tablet. “What do you want?” His mind immediately took notice of the soft voice, his eye coming into contact with you. “oh?” You finally took notice of who was in front of you. “Renjun?” You smiled, almost forgetting your boyfriend was there.

“What can I get you?” Your boyfriend spoke up. “Two ice americanos, and a slice of chocolate cake.” You grimaced. “I don’t like ice americanos, I want hot chocolate.” You said, your boyfriend ignored you. “The cake alone is too much sugar, you’re already getting chubby.” Renjun wanted to jump over the counter and punch the man as he watched you step back, lowering your head.

“You got that?” the man asked him rudely, he looked at you – you shook your head. “two ice americanos and a chocolate cake.” He typed it in, “here or to go?” Your boyfriend turned to you. “Here.” You said meekly. “I don’t understand why, but here – go find a table.” You quietly walked away. “Girls man, so fucking annoying.” He watched your boyfriend laughed. “you get it don’t you?”

Renjun rung up the card, handing it back to the asshole in front of him. “No.”

You sat down at the table in the back, you watch your boyfriend laugh at something, handing a stoic renjun his card, his face made you laugh, your boyfriend was never a funny person. You lowered your smile as your boyfriend sat down. “What a bum kid, why come to work if you’re not gonna be happy.”

“Well he does get paid like 5 dollars an hours so.” Your boyfriend eyed you. “He should be grateful, you younger kids never want to work.” You squint your eyes. “you’re 27.”

“Why are you defending him, now that I think about you seemed so surprised, you know that kid?” You could see where this was going, and you definitely didn’t want it to be in public. “He’s friends with the haechan.” Your boyfriend shrugged. “Who?” You shook your head. “Don’t worry, he’s just the one who helped me get into the apartment.”

“He’s the someone?” he put the emphasis on the he. “I mean it wasn’t like I had a choice, peaches was scratching at the door.” You said. “Whatever.” You could tell he was jealous, by the way he pulled his phone out, closing you out. “all he did was help.” You said. “I said whatever drop it.” So you did, not wanting to get loud in public.

“Here you go.” Renjun came over holding a tray, sitting your things on the table. “Two americanos and a chocolate cake.” You nodded. “Thank you.” You smiled, he felt like he could go on for the rest of the day. “You’re welcome.”

Your boyfriend scoffed, once renjun walked away. “What?” you said, he put his phone away. “You seem so fond of him.” He took a sip of his drink, standing up, “wait where are you going? You said you’d stay until you have to go to work?” you frowned. “I suddenly got called in, you can stay, don’t waste that, call an uber home.” Before you could answer, he was leaving out the café door.

“What a fucking asshole.” Renjun turned to his co-worker. “Who?” he asked, looking around. “That couple over there, he just got up and left her.” He followed their eyes to you. “She looks so sweet, how she get stuck with a dick like that.”

Renjun saw your sad face as you picked with your cake, with a frown as you took a sip of your drink, grimacing at taste. “She didn’t even want that.” He said to himself. “What?” he shook his head. “i’m gonna make a hot chocolate and take my lunch break.”

‘I’m going out tonight, don’t wait up’ you closed out the message, not bothering to answer, getting extremely frustrated at your situation. “here.” A cup with steam was sat in front of you. “The hot chocolate you wanted.” Renjun sat in the seat where your boyfriend sat.

“You didn’t have to.” You said, “Don’t worry about, owner gives us a free drink every day.” You smiled, taking a sip. “Thank you.” He nodded. “it seems like I keep owing you for doing things.” You chuckle to yourself, he thought it was cute. “You seemed like you needed it anyway.”

You frowned, “I guess it’s pretty obvious.” You said. “That your boyfriend is a dick?” you chuckled, he smiled. “yeah I guess.” You said. “He wasn’t always like that though.”

“I believe you.” He said, “some people change, whether it’s good or bad, they change.” You nodded. “I guess.” He didn’t know you that well, but he just wanted to wrap his arms around you and hold you close to him. “Renjun! Your 15 minutes are up, let’s go!” he cursed under his breath, wanting to sit with you longer.

“it looks like duty calls.” You smiled at him, he got up. “are you gonna be here longer?” he asked. “I think i’m gonna finish this and then head home.” He nodded. “Renjun!” he turned to his coworker. “I’m coming!” you chuckled, “go before you get in trouble.” He smiled, you waved him off.

“Bye renjun.” You waved on your way out. “Bye yn.” He watched you get into your uber. “here.” His coworker slapped a tissue on the counter. “What is it?” he picked it up, reading the number. “I assumed she didn’t leave it for me.” He stuffed the tissue into his pocket, fighting back a smile as he got back to work, his mind full of you getting him through the rest of his shift.

He texted you that same night once he got home, you had told him that you were waiting for his call, which made his heart flutter — both of you talked and talked all evening, until jaemin came bursting through his door talking about hitting the bong with jeno, to which made you chuckle. “Ooh are you talking to a girl?” jaemin said in a singsong voice.

“Get the fuck out.” Renjun threw a pillow at the boy. “Hurry before it’s all gone.” He closed the door. “He seems fun.” Renjun scoffed. “he’s annoying.”

“we’ll i’ll let you go smoke with your friends.” He was gonna kill jaemin, you had mentioned earlier how you didn’t really enjoy the smell or the feeling of weed. “I don’t do it often I swear.” He felt like he had to prove it to you. “don’t worry i’m not a cop.” he smiled. “i’ll talk to you soon, I have to go feed peaches.” You said. “okay, I call you soon, tell peaches I said hello.”

“will do, bye renjun.”

“you ruin everything.” Renjun stepped out into the living room. “did I?” he said, “or does the fact she has a boyfriend ruin everything?” jaemin past him the bong. “Both.” He took a drag.

“Jesus he is a fucking asshole.” Jeno said, renjun had explained what happened today with you and your boyfriend. “Exactly, he is horrible.” He was livid just explaining it, you didn’t deserve that at all. “and she gave you her number.” He nodded. “I say go for it, her boyfriend is shit.” Jeno shrugged.

Upon hearing that from his friend, he tried to get to know you through text and calls — he learned so much about you, you were studying to be a teacher, you loved kids and it was your life’s dream to be a teacher. He also learned that peaches was your dog that your mother gave you before you moved out, that’s why you loved her so much.

Your text and calls, soon turned into FaceTime calls while you studied, or cleaned your room — he even accidentally called you while you were getting dressed, to which you quickly told him you’d call him right back, both of you spent hours talking to each other, growing closer and closer.

“When are you coming back to the café?” He sat on his bed, watching you crotchet a new plushie, on any other occasion, this would’ve bored him, but watching you look so happy while doing something you loved made him happy.

“Why? You miss me?” you teased he smiled. “Mmh, I do.” He said, watching you shy away. “s-stop it.” You said trying to hide your smile. “Besides that’s your job, you can’t slack off there by talking to me.” You said. “Well how can I see you if not at the café?”

You wondered that too, there was no way he could come over and hang out, your boyfriend would flip out. “We’ll make a way, I promise.” You held out your pinky, you were so cute. He laughed, mimicking you, holding out his pinky. “Promise.”

“I feel like i’m funding two homes, ours and haechans.” Renjun sat the snacks he bought on the table. “You all need to seek employment, your parents pay for everything and that’s the problem.” He said. “Okay daddy, sit down.” Haechan said. He scoffed, sitting down pulling out his phone. “whoa is that yn?” haechan said. “Why is she your lockscreen?” he had forgotten about that, it was a photo you sent him of you and peaches laying in ned, you looked so cute he couldn’t help himself.

“He didn’t tell you, he found himself falling in love with neighbor.” Jeno smirked, “spends hours and hours talking to her.” He threw the pillow at the boy. “Shut up jeno.”

“Good for you, and her — her boyfriend is constantly cheating, she needs payback.” Renjun shook his head. “we’re just talking.” He said. “she even calls him while she’s showering.” Jaemin said. “oh, it’s like that.” Haechan wiggled his eyebrows. “its not like that, it was once and by an accident.” He said. “did you see something?”

“No you fucking perv, she hung up and called me back once she was finished.” Haechan shrugged. “Look we’re not judging you, if you want to fuck my neighbor, go ahead.”

“We’re not fuck–.” He was cut off by a loud scream. “looks like they’re at it again.” Haechan said. “yn and her asshole of a boyfriend, please take her away so I can have some piece.” Haechan said, taking a puff of the blunt.

“It’s been going on for a while, one of them normally leaves by now.” Haechan said, just as you heard a door swing open. “get out!” he heard you yell. “i’m sorry I swear.” He also heard your boyfriend, he stood up. “wait jun, this is normal, it fine.” It didn’t seem normal though, he slowly opened the door just to hear.

“yn listen to me, i’m sorry.” Your boyfriend pleaded as you threw his close out the house. “no, not this time.” You screamed. “you hit me!” he had found the innocent text messages between you and renjun, and went mad, and when you told him that at least it was innocent unlike the ones with random girls.

He didn’t take too well to this, and words began flying back and forth. “you’re just an little idiot kid, you need to grow up.” Which resulted into you saying, “you’re almost thirty, how about you stop going out every night and fucking random drunk 20 year olds.” You didn’t even recognize what you said, nor did you have time to process anything before you felt the sting of his slap across your face.

That when you broke, all the anger and pain came flooding out of you. “yn.” You slapped him back, going to your room. “yn wait.” He said. “I want you gone.” You said. “yn you’re being irrational, let’s calm down.” He said, making you even more mad. “irrational? Irrational, you hit me.” You grabbed his clothes. “You made, you’re constantly pushing me.”

“I’ve allowed to much from you, i’ve had enough.” You opened the door, throwing his clothes out. “Get out!” you screamed.

“Baby please I didn’t mean to hit you, it’s just that you made me so mad.” Renjun felt his blood boiling. “Calm down.” Jeno said, “don’t go all crazy.” He listened, opening the door wider, stepped out, he wasn’t the only one, a few other people stood out watching everything go down.

“Look at this, you’re embarrassed me.” He watched your boyfriend. “You did that yourself.” You tossed more stuff out. “I said enough, stop being stupid.” Renjun had enough, fully walking out of the apartment. “just let me back in the apartment.”

“No.” You seem your boyfriends eyes darken again. “You bitch I said- hey!” renjun shouted, both of you turned your heads. “Renjun.” You said, wondering if he heard anything. “She said leave, then just go.”

The older man smirked, “what is this?” he questioned, “You called him or something.” You rolled your eyes. “I didn’t, just go, go stay at a hotel until you find an apartment to stay in.” you said. “Why so you fuck your new boyfriend in our bedroom, like the little whore you are?” your now ex was basically slandering you.

He then turned to renjun, “you want her?” he walked over to the boy, face to face. “You think she’ll stay with you, she’s fucking obsessed with me.” He smirked, renjun tightened his fist. “What? you’re gonna hit me, stupid kid, hit me, go ahead.” Renjun saw red, before swinging, you shrieked. “renjun.”

Your boyfriend stumbled back, his nose bleeding. “Now go.” Renjun said, but the guy just kept coming towards him, but before renjun could even do something jeno stepped in — now renjun wasn’t scared of the man at all, but jeno definitely had an upper hand on the guy, and the guy thought so to.

“Before you do something you do regret, just get your shit and leave.” The guy picked his stuff up, turning to you. “I’ll let you calm down.” He scoffed walking away.

“You, okay?” he said immediately going to your aid, everyone had long gone back into their apartments. “yeah i’m fine.” You said, a red bruise forming under your eye. “look at your eye.” He said. “I’m fine.” You said, and you genuinely were, you felt like for the first time you could breathe. “Some ice and i’ll feel so much better.”

You moved your body to the side, “you can come in.” he turned his head down the hall where his friends were ushering him to go in. “Unless you’re busy.” He shook his head. “N-no i’m not.” he walked into your apartment, your dog running up to him, jumping on his leg. “she likes you, that’s a good sign.”

You walk into the kitchen, grabbing a few heart shaped ice cubes putting them on a piece of tissue, putting it to your face. “How could he hit you, that fucking asshole.” His fist balling up again, you grabbed his hand, rubbing his knuckles. “i’m fine, you did more damage to his nose than he did to me.” You took the ice from your face, putting it on his hands. “He deserved it, how could he do that to your pretty face.”

“You think i’m pretty?” you smiled, teasingly. “Yah! at a time like this, you’re making jokes?” He couldn’t help but smile at you. “See, just smile, now we can hang out here.” You tried to find the bright side. “You want to hang out with me that bad.” He teased back. “Of course, I do.” His eyes flickered to your lips. “I really want to kiss you.”

You weren’t as shocked as you should’ve been, you both felt the tension during the phone calls and face-times — there was definitely something there. “Then kiss me.” He smiled, grabbing your chin, pulling you into a kiss.

He held you softly in arms, his hand on your waist and you passionately made out in your kitchen. He pulled away, giving you a few more pecks on your lips. “Been waiting to that since I first saw you.”

He grabbed your hand, guiding you back to your bedroom, pushing you softly on to the bed, climbing on top of your body. “renjun.” You sighed, your fingers tracing his jaw. “tell me what you want.” He said kissing your fingertips. “Will give you anything you want, you just gotta tell me.”

“I-I want you, please.” That was all he needed, before he was pulling you into another passionate kiss, you pulled at his belt loop, softly moaning into the kiss.

“Jun.” you whimpered as he left little kisses in the spot between your shoulder blades, his lips grazing your chest all the way down to your stomach, stopping right at your waistband. “pl-please do something.”

He tugged your shorts down, tossing them, the wet patch on your underwear telling him how much you wanted this. “You’re soaked baby, you really need me?” you bit your lip, nodding. “So cute baby.” He rubbed you through your panties, you whined. “n-no teasing.” You pouted. “I won’t tease baby, I promise.”

He pulled your panties down, your glistening cunt made his mouth water. “Fuck.” He sighed, kissing your clit. “Need to taste you.” He licked your cunt. “jun.” you moaned out, he took that as a sigh to keep going, licking at your folds, kissing your clit.

It felt so good, you haven’t felt like that in a while, grabbing his hair, pushing him further into your cunt. “Fuck renjun, s-so good.” You moaned, he hummed against your cunt, you felt your long-awaited orgasm approaching. “i’m gonna cum jun.” you moaned out loudly. “Fuck i’m cumming!” you moaned, thighs shaking around the boys' head as he licked up your juices, pushing you past your orgasm. “j-jun.”

He pulled away, licking his lips. “Shit pretty you came so quick.” He smirked, your face heated up, and you turned your head shyly. “Well he never…” He finally processed it. “You’ve never gotten head before.” You covered your face. “Stop it’s embarrassing.”

He took your hands away from your face, “no it’s not baby, what’s embarrassing is that sorry excuse of man, missed out on tasting your pretty cunt.” You moaned at his lewd words. “S’okay though.” He spoke. “Now you have me, i’ll eat that pretty cunt whenever you want, all you have to do is ask.”

He unbuckled his belt, climbing off you to get rid of his jeans, along with his underwear — climbing back on top of you, his cock was hard against his abdomen, leaking with pre-cum. “So pretty junie.” You reached down, stroking his cock. “Fu-fuck baby if I don’t get inside you I’m gonna explode.” He groaned, moving your hand from his cock, replacing it with his own, stroking himself as he lined his cock with your dripping hole.”

“Fu-fuck you’re so tight.” He grunted as he sunk deeper into your hole, hitting your cervix. “R-renjun.” You moaned. “S-so big.” He groaned, you clenched around him. “Fu-fuck don’t do that, i’ll cum if your pussy keeps clenching like that.” You moaned. “Pl-please move.”

He pulled back out, slamming right back into you, both of cursing out as began to move – his hips snapping against your with such vigor, he held your legs opened, fucking into you deeper. “Fuck this pretty cunt is driving me crazy.”

He lifted your shirt, toying with your nipples. “Pretty fucking baby, gonna take care of you.” He grunted. “gonna treat you way better than that fucking asshole.” You moaned, your eyes rolling to the back of your head. “that’s it baby, let yourself go, you gonna cum for me.” He pushed into you deeply, the curve of his cock hitting that spot that had you seeing stars. “fuck, you’re gonna cum?” he toyed with your clit. “y-yes.” You moaned. “Pl-please.”

“Go a head, cum for me.” He grunted, pinching your clit. “Cum for me pretty girl.” You let yourself go, your mouth dropping open as you came, squeezing him tightly. “Fuck” He quickly pulled out, cumming all over your cunt. “Shit.” He breathed out.

He was quick to kiss you once again, his hands coming up to yours, interlocking them. “You’re mines now.” He said pulling away, letting your hands go, caressing your face. “not ever gonna harm you, okay?” you smiled. “promise?” you held your pinky out, he laughed — you were still so cute. He interlocked your pinky, kissing your knuckles.

“I promise.”

©LUVYENI

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thetriplets3 · 6 months

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Hi I have a request! In Taylor's new song there's lyrics "in the world of boys, he's a gentleman" could you do something about matt or chris with it??

❝𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐧❞

matt was the first person to show me what love looked like. i had only been in one relationship that lasted 5 months then he “got bored” and started seeing someone before he even broke up with me.

i had my fair share of blind dates my friends insisted on setting me up with but none of them left me feeling loved. i always felt like an afterthought on these dates. they walk in the restaurant and head to a table leaving me trailing behind like a lost puppy. they’d spend the whole night talking themselves and finding a way to make it about them barely letting me get a word in, and they’d always ask for separate bills. those were the better of the dates. some of them would text me all day telling me how excited they were to see me and as soon as it came time for our date i was met with radio silence. i sat at countless tables repeatedly telling the server “he should be here soon”. i was embarrassed to be in this situation, especially since it isn’t the first time it’s happened.

there were plenty of times guys showed they were really just boys.

the last date i was on the guy wanted to take me to a fancy restaurant, saying i deserved to be given the best treatment. that was a lie. i’d been waiting in this high end restaurant alone for nearly an hour waiting. all my texts to him asking where he was got left on read. i was feeling self conscious, suddenly aware of everyone giving me pitiful looks, i don’t belong here i stand out like a sore thumb and it’s very obvious i’ve been stood up. my phone buzzed, causing me to immediately pick up my phone hoping he’d finally texted me back. a sigh escapes my lips when i see it’s a text from nick checking in on me.

nick

sooo how’s mr fancy treating you??

he ain’t shit. i’ve been waiting for him for almost an hour i feel like an animal at the zoo being stared at this is fucking embarrassing

nick

wtfff that’s horrible i’m so sorry. men suck

correction boys suck

nick

i say give him 20 minutes, if he doesn’t show up by then, leave

✿

~third person pov~

what she didn’t know is that nick had mentioned her situation to his brothers and without hesitation, matt headed to his room and changed into nicer clothes. nick and chris weren’t shocked when they saw matt all dressed up and heading out the door without a word. they know their brother would do anything for that girl, which is why he told her to wait, knowing matt would be there in minutes.

she has been by their side since grade 4. her and matt have always been closer than she was with the other boys. they were the perfect pair, they were meant for each other, just too shy to say anything. they didn’t need to admit anything though, their feelings showed through their actions.

matt pulled up to the restaurant and quickly made his way in scanning the dimly lit room for her beautiful face. within seconds his eyes meet her heartbroken face. he practically sprinted towards her, out of breath and ready with a fake excuse as to why he’s late.

hearing heavy quick steps in her direction, the girl whips head up only to be met with the person she really wanted to show up. a smile replaces her frown as she gets up, shimmying the hem off her dress down, and meets matt’s open arms.

“i’m so sorry i’m late, chris hurt himself so i had to bring him to the hospital. i would have texted you but my phone died and i was too panicked to try and call you” he says loud enough for people around to hear, before pulling her chair back to let her sit and tucking it in before seating himself. “once they saw chris i left and came straight here. i really didn’t mean to leave you alone for so long. i’m sorry love” he says, eyes boring into hers with sincerity.

“that’s okay you’re here now. i’m glad you were there to help him” the girl said, playing along with his story.

after finally eating, he paid for their meals and led her to the exit of the building with a gentle hand on her lower back. before heading outside he took off his jacket and put it on the girl.

“it’s cold out” he softly started, before holding the door open for her as she walks out the door with a true smile and a growing blush on her cheeks.

“thank you matt you didn’t have to do that. i was perfectly okay with leaving and getting an uber” she said as she gave him a hug and placed a delicate kiss to his cheek.

“you might have been okay with doing that but i’m not. you don’t deserve to get stood up and you got all dolled up i’d be mad at myself if i didn’t come here and just let you sit there even longer looking all pretty with no one there to appreciate you. i’d do anything for you in a heart beat, you know that” he said before holding her warm face in his hands, his eyes searching hers for approval. with a subtle nod and a glimmer in her eyes he wastes no time placing a sweet and loving kiss to her lips.

✿

~reader’s pov~

it wasn’t long after that night when matt asked me to be his girlfriend. he makes sure to show me everyday what it’s like to truly be loved. it’s the little things; subtly switching sides with me if we’re about to pass a group of creepy men or drunk boys; he’ll reach his hand behind him if he’s in the middle of a conversation or busy with something to hold my hand, letting me know he hasn’t forgotten about me; he always has extras of things i use often with him either in his car, his room or his backpack he’s got it. if my hairs bothering me and i forgot a hair clip or hair tie, he’s got one clipped to his bag and a hair tie around his wrist. if i need lip balm he’s got about 3 with him at any point, and he gets a taste of the strawberry lip balm each kiss, he can’t complain; knowing how clumsy and spatially unaware i am, any time i bend down to get something his hand is right there to stop me from bumping my head on it. he’ll brush my hair and attempt to braid it which usually ends up with him just playing with my hair, knowing how relaxing i find it. he can read me like a book he knows me better than anyone else and he’s always one step ahead of me, going that extra mile.

he makes me feel seen like no one has done before. i am his never ending thought, never an afterthought, like every boy made me feel like i was. matt has shown me what it’s like to be loved, i don’t know why i put up with being treated poorly for so long.

he’s a gentleman in a world full of boys

(not the lyrics but close enough)

taglist:

@antisocialties @iluvmatt @dwntwn-strnlo @fake-coolbeans @opheliaofficial07 @angelcake-222 @oneirophobic @strniolo @lollibumblebee @ssturniolo @20nugs @abbie13sworld @strniolo @luvsturniolo

#matt sturniolo x reader #sturniolo triplets #matt sturniolo #horrible grammar and punctuation deal with it #not edited

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princessbrunette · 3 months

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“you told me your new man don’t make you nut, that’s a damn shame” all mine by brent faiyaz!

kind of toxic ex!rafe coded ngl…

- malibu barbie

ooooooooo !! so this lyric has always reminded me of jj for some reason but i can definitely see the toxic ex!rafe comparison !!

˚₊‧꒰ა 🎀 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

you’re parading this new beau of yours around at a party. your coming out as a couple, one might think. it was laughable, really — even rafe knew this poor excuse of a man looked pathetic in comparison to him. you’re glued to his side for the most part of the night, barely sparing rafe a glance and it’s really getting under his skin. he knows what you’re doing, you had brought him here just to shove it in his face.

the oldest cameron finally spotted his chance when your boyfriend had excused himself to the bathroom. weak, rafe thinks — at a party like this with the dress you’re wearing? rafe never would have let you out his sight. hell, he would have dragged you into that bathroom to have his way with you. if he needed to piss that badly he could have you hold the canon steady, letting you drunkenly giggle with two hands around his cock. this guys got no clue.

you wait in the hallway for your new man, and as soon as that bathroom door closes rafe is sliding up infront of you, leaning against the adjacent wall, pretending he’s in the one man queue to piss.

“hi, how are you?” he acts like he cares, kind and soft smile plastered on his face, not turning smug for a moment even when your eyes jump down to the glimmering chain barely tucked into his shirt, the same chain that used to batter you in the face occasionally during sex.

“hi, rafe.” you resist an eye roll, shifting on your feet with your arms folded over yourself. your body language was practically cowering at whatever seduction technique he was about to unload on you. you had grown stronger, but not that strong. not immune.

“i see uh— see you brought someone. what’s… what’s his name again?” he’s smirking, squinting and waving a hand by his temple briefly like he’s trying to remember. you blink at him, bottom lip begging to pout.

“his name isn’t important.” you defend, not quite realising how bad that sounds until it had left you. he chuckles, raising his eyebrows and looking around casually, lifting his glass to his lips.

“yeah, no… his name is definitely… not important.”

“what do you want? are you just coming here to pick on me?” the pout roams free, his behaviour even making you wanna shove him, stomp your foot — all kind of childishness. you always were terrible at acting unbothered.

“would never do that, sweetheart.” he softens but he doesn’t lose the ego, if anything it grows. “just… just curious, you know— wanna know what the hell you see in that poor sucker.”

“he’s nice. nicer than you, that’s for sure.” you frown, glancing at the bathroom door. what was taking him so long?

“yeah okay, nicer than me.” he chuckles quietly at the floor before pushing off the wall, entering your space. “nice isn’t everything. you know that though, don’t you?” he whispers, and you hate the way you clench from muscle memory around nothing.

“better than being treated like shit—”

“but i fucked you good though… right? that makes up for it. what—what about this guy? huh? make you cum?” he drags the back of his finger down the side of your face and you reluctantly bat him away. you stare behind him at the door, paranoid.

“rafe.” you warn, your tone telling him everything he needed to know.

“what… you tellin’ me he doesn’t make this pretty pussy cum? when it’s just so easy?” his hand slithers between your thighs and cups you through your panties under your skirt. your jaw drops, but no noise comes out. you can’t believe you haven’t pushed him away yet. it just… felt good to have a hand down there that felt right, even briefly.

he chuckles, removing his hand and fixing your skirt. he then lifts that same hand and gives you a condescending pat on the cheek. “just makin’ sure everything still… responds to me. happy to see it does.” he steps away just in time, the lock turning and your new man stepping into the otherwise empty hallway, eyes flickering between the two of you.

“what took you so long?” you bark irritably at the man unfairly, linking his arm quickly to drag him away once he’d stepped out the bathroom.

“oh shit.” rafe chuckles, lightly clapping the guy on the shoulder as you pass him, pulling him away before rafe could open his big dumb mouth. “nice seeing you, sweetheart.” he calls after you with a smirk, watching you bristle at the nickname from behind and disappear. he chuckles to himself once more, lifting his drink back up to his lips.

˚₊‧꒰ა 🎀 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

#malibu barbie #rafe cameron prompt

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i-luvsang · 6 months

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barista!au — choi san

pairing : barista!san x gn!reader ➖⟢ genre : fluff ➖⟢ cw : unedited, sorry if your drink preferences don't match reader's lmao ➖⟢ wc : 0.8K

⟢ barista!san is just about the sweetest guy imaginable

⟢ he actually adores his job and it shows; it’s really quite admirable

⟢ he’s kind to each and every one of his customers (so long as they’re kind to him and the people around!! he doesn’t take shit from anyone tbh)

⟢ but he just loves to feel like he can be a good part of someone’s day with his dazzling smile and delicious drinks

⟢ those two things certainly brighten up your day, so much so that it took you just a week to become a regular customer

⟢ his blushing cheeks, shy, but uncontrollable smile, and never failing kindness have you eagerly coming back for more

⟢ plus his spiced chai lattes are some of the best you’ve had, both iced and hot

⟢ that alone could have you hooked as a regular, but you suppose it doesn’t excuse the way that you pay close attention to when san is on shift

⟢ he’s glad you’re there almost every day he has the mid morning shift, but he gets a bit jealous when wooyoung tells him you were there hours after his normal shift one day

⟢ of course, that all goes away the next day when you show up during his shift explaining to him that you had an unexpected appointment

⟢ that fact that you tell him without him even asking gets his hopes up, so when you say that you were sad to miss him, his heart is sent into a frenzy

⟢ all flustered, he puts the wrong drink into the tablet and neither of you realize until the drink is made and you’re taking a sip of it

⟢ you don’t notice because the price isn’t any different than what you expected, and he was on autopilot, too busy thinking about the fact that you wanted to see him yesterday and the way that you look stunning in your outfit today

⟢ but when you do sip it, it’s clear it’s not what you ordered. afterall, chai lattes don’t really taste like the matcha latte you wanted today

⟢ “oh, san, this is a chai!” you say, goodnatured and not upset one bit

⟢ “yep!” he’s a bit confused why you pointed that out for a split second, then his face falls. “oh my god, is that not what you ordered?”

⟢ you have to resist the urge to laugh out loud because of how mortified you look. “no, i ordered a matcha latte, but it’s no problem! i can’t help it if fate’s decided that i need two treats today. my bank account may not like it, but i do!”

⟢ he looks a bit more relieved that you’re not upset about it, but he’s still quick to apologize.

⟢ “and your bank account will not suffer in the slightest, the matcha’s on the house! thank you for telling me, i’d hate for you to walk out without the drink you really wanted.”

⟢ “thank you,” you grin. “and seriously, it’s no big deal! you know how much i love your chai’s.”

⟢ “it’s a big deal to me!” he says, impassioned as he begins preparing the right drink. he’s glad there’s no one else waiting to order

⟢ “it’s important for me to get everyone’s order right, especially yours! getting the drink you’re in the mood for is a satisfaction i need to give all my customers.”

⟢ even though he’s included all of his customers, you can’t help but love the idea that he’s still said “especially you”

⟢ “especially me?” you echo back at him

⟢ he stumbles over his words a bit as he tries to explain. “well, i mean, yeah! i mean, you’re the one we’re talking about right now aren’t we! but– but also yes. yeah. especially you.” by the end he’s definitive, sure in his words and tone

⟢ “because you’re my favortie customer.”

⟢ you grin. “thanks. you’re my favorite barista.”

⟢ he’s really blushing now, with a wide smile to match yours

⟢ “well, if the feeling’s mutual, do you think i could get your number?” the way he says it is just a bit bashful, in the way that makes him so irresistably adorable

⟢ “i think that’s a great idea, my favorite barista.”

⟢ you’re going to have to stop calling him that, or his heart might burst

⟢ a few moments later, you’re handing him a napkin with your number on it in exchange for your matcha latte

⟢ “i also think it would be a great idea if you let me know when you get off work, so long as you’re not busy afterwards?”

⟢ you love making him smile like the way he is now, though you also think it may give you a heart attack with how lovely he looks

⟢ “i’m off at one, and i’m definitely not busy.”

⟢ “perfect. i’ll see you at one!” and with that, you’re out the door, two warm drinks in hand to brave the chilly air and a grinning glance back at him before you’re out of sight

⟢ he’s left with something in his heart that’s probably warmer than your two drinks combined and what he would like to call a bit of a dream come true

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yrthr · 11 months

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☾ CATCHING YOU TALKING TO YOUR CAT

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➛ genre / trope ; comedy , platonic / romantic ? ➛ warnings ; cursing 🎧 — back from the random break and yeah ik im ignorint lovestruck rn but i just need ideas saur.. anyways seeing ateez in september 😜 inspired by this happening to me yesterday..

☆ ➛ k.jiwoong

— “ i love you so much my baby- “

— he opened the door and saw you sitting on the couch squeezing your cat halfway to heaven , speaking to it in that baby voice.

— will probably ignore you and let you do your thing then join you on the couch.

— sort of judgemental but not rlly , depending on his mood.

— “ what ARE you doing ? “

— “ giving my child love wdym. “

— “ okay.. anyways. “

☆ ➛ s.hanbin

— the least judgemental , probably.

— he heard the cat meowing loudly in the kitchen and thought it needed food so he walked in just to see you meowing back at it.. ?

— will keep quiet then take a video plus a couple of pictures for his own amusement and maybe blackmail.

— he’d accidentally let out a laugh , busted.

— “ oh shit how long have you been standing there ? “

— “ long enough to take these. “

— the most humiliating moment of your life when he showed you those videos.

— a hypocrite because you caught him talking to the cat when he cooked it food , just in a language that humans understood.

☆ ➛ zhanghao

— depends on his mood , maybe he wouldn’t meow at it but like speak to it.

— he also has that motherly side to him so he’d probably cook for the cat at least twice a week whenever he has the time.

— then he’d neatly plate the food and then feed it to the cat.

— “ do you like it ? is it good ? okay good. “

— “ omg zhanghao are you talking to the cat ? “

— “ uh.. yeah. “

— both of you would bend down next to it while its eating and just talk either to each other or the cat.

☆ ➛ s.matthew

— 100% judgemental.

— as soon as he sees you babying or meowing at the cat he’s giving THAT stare.

— “ what are you doing ? “

— “ talking ? “

— “ to the cat ? “

— “ yeah why. “

— he’d get used to it after a while but will still judge on the occasion.

— caught himself talking to it one day subconsciously but thats a secret he’d take to his grave.

☆ ➛ k.taerae

— nahh he talks to it too.

— he likes to sing a lot at home and play his guitar so whenever you sit to listen to him the cat will always be around either on your lap or somewhere nearby.

— he probably coos / baby talks to it a lot.

— he also spoils the cat.

— the type to have a full blown conversation with it , like he’ll say something to himself but if the cat meows he’ll just end up speaking to it and waiting for it to meow back as a response.

— “ should i eat something ? “

— “ …meow. “

— “ i should right , okay what do i cook ? “

— “ meoowwww “

— “ good idea. “

☆ ➛ ricky

— he wouldn’t really care.

— i don’t think he’d talk to it or meow at it but maybe shoot it like a little “ hi “ or “ bye “.

— so yeah he doesn’t really care if you speak to it or meow at it.

— but will tease you for it.

— “ hey did you see the cat ? “

— “ didn’t you speak to it just now. “

— “ bitch ? “

— he doesn’t want you to stop though sometimes he eavesdrops on the conversation you have with the cat.

☆ ➛k.gyuvin

— the. hypocrite.

— would give you that judgemental face 100%.

— “ you’re talking to the cat when theres a human here. “

— “ and ? “

— but when you’re gone he’d talk to it too.

— “ i know right we should kick y/n out , but then i don’t have anyone to split the bills with. “

— “ excuse me ? “

— “ the cat said that not me. “

— would deny with his whole life that he spoke to it even if you caught him but will eventually give up.

— “ yeah i had a heartfelt conversation with it. you stole my idea i spoke to it first. “

— “ the fuck ? “

☆ ➛ p.gunwook

— another one that also speaks to the cat.

— it follows him a lot because he gives it so many treats even though you told him not to.

— i imagine the cat just plopping itself on his desk when he’s doing work and he’d use one hand to pet it and the other to write.

— definitely meows at it more than speaking.

— if the cat meows randomly when its sitting at his feet he’ll meow back and it’ll keep going until he gives in and gives it treats. [ he already knows what the cat wants in the first place but yk. ]

— you come back home wondering why theres two cats in your house.

— “ is there another- was that you ? why does your meows sound so real.. “

— “ practice. “

— “ how do you practice meowing…. yk what never mind. “

☆ ➛ h.yujin

— wouldn’t care but would be more curious.

— sees you talking to the cat and actually wonders if you can understand it because of your bond or whatever.

— “ do you know what its saying ? “

— “ uh no.. ? but sort of. “

— would join you in talking to it or just observe and try to figure out what the cat meows mean.

— catches himself subconsciously talking to the cat now and he can’t stop.

🎧— also… in my miguel o’hara phase rn 🙏🙏 ©️ yrthr 2023

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Love That Bites Pt. 12

Hiii! It’s been a while! Sorry for such a long wait, my life has been chaos non-stop with one bad thing after another, but I was determined to finish this chapter! φ(・ω・｀ ) Forgive me if the pacing and formatting is a little off, but I finally got it done, even if I didn’t get to stuff everything I wanted into this chapter. But that just leaves more for the next one. I do hope you all Enjoy!

Summary: You begin to seriously dwell on your situation, but it seems even as much as you would like to stay, home comes calling. With home on the other line, it seems your fantasy must eventually come to an end. Though it seems Dracula may want a few words…

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If you were being honest, you were beginning to wonder if staying in Dracula’s castle was driving you mad.

It had only been about three days, give or take, and yet…

How else would one rationally explain why you were actually enjoying your stay here at his castle? Or enjoying his visits with how tenderly the Dracula treated you?

Answer was, you didn’t.

At the moment, you were pressing your face into one of the soft pillows on the bed of your room. Outside of the castle, you could faintly hear the sounds of rolling thunder, and raindrops hitting the window.

Somehow, what normally would have been an eerie atmosphere had also become a comfort for you.

You weren’t as tense here. Despite being in Dracula’s castle, and that someone had already tried to kill you, you didn’t feel like you were in survival mode 24/7.

Not like how you were at your old home.

Clutching the pillow closer, you inhaled the pillow’s scent, before letting out a muffled groan.

There was also something you didn’t want to admit. The fact you were beginning to feel really weird about Dracula himself.

And it wasn’t even a bad weird.

It’s something you had been wanting to just shove into the back of your mind and never think of again, but it was beginning to be really hard to do that with how gentle and careful the Vampire Lord was with you.

Especially with the way he oh so gently held parts of your body when overseeing your healing injuries.

Your mind wandered to when he first picked you up, how he held you so effortlessly, holding you against his large frame as he carried you across the castle to this guest room.

Or how his large hands carefully cradled your midsection as he looked over your stitches that you had accidentally messed up. How his cool hands sent electric tingles across your skin-

Heat rushed to your face.

His voice had been so low, and those gorgeous ruby eyes looking at you with genuine concern.

And then his smirk.

How he smirked at you as he teased you, no malice to be seen on his face.

“I’m such a fucking goner, holy shit.” you mumbled into your pillow as heat flushed through your body.

You didn’t dare admit it out loud, but deep down, you knew what this meant.

Heart thudding in your chest, you gripped the pillow tighter.

You had a crush on Dracula.

It wasn’t something you could keep denying, not when your heart fluttered when he gave you such tender looks, or when his lips curled into an amused smirk when he teased you.

The urge to yell was strong.

“I must have really hit my head.”

Of course, that was an excuse you could only use so much until it was just a convenient lie. With the potion Dracula had made for you, the injury to your head had mostly healed.

With the injury to your skull no longer an issue, you knew deep down these feelings you had were unfortunately very natural.

Lifting your head from the pillow, you looked over to the window, idly watching a few flashes of lightning followed by thunder.

Swallowing thickly, you thought back to how he was just so… kind to you.

Even when he was being truthful, it was kind. Dracula didn’t have to tell you that the first batch of potions had been tampered with, but he wanted to be honest with you. It was clear he was putting his cards on the table so you could make your own decisions.

When had someone last been so… open with you? Willingly?

Just the thought had your heart pounding.

Was it really that simple? Someone just had to show you basic kindness for your heart to grow fond of them?

Another flash of lightning struck outside the castle, and you rolled onto your side.

Your mind idly wandered to something Dracula had told you while trying to make conversation. Something about how even the weather was connected to him, to a degree.

Despite the lightning and thunder, it wasn’t angry, like a beast lashing out. Not like it had been earlier.

Another part of you wondered if that heavy storm had been when Dracula found out the potions meant for you had been poisoned.

An even smaller part almost wanted to believe it, imagining how angry he could have possibly been on your behalf. Just like he had been when he broke free, how he wanted to know who had hurt you.

In truth, it was the storm earlier that had caused you to trip and tear some of your stitches.

A loud crack of lightning had shaken the castle earlier, all while you were getting up to use the restroom connected to the room you stayed in. It startled you enough to make you trip over your own feet, and collapse on the floor.

If it had been Dracula’s doing, you didn’t blame him. You doubted he was aware you had been up walking when he had been so angry.

…And because of it, you got to feel his hands on your body, even if it was brief.

A moment passed.

“Am I really that down bad?” you asked yourself, eyes drifting to the ceiling.

You wanted to scream.

This was not fair. Not fair at all.

Why Dracula of all people? The very man you were ‘destined’ to fight?

Deep down, it wasn’t hard to figure out the answer.

You were lonely.

Lonely, and a bit broken.

To have someone, even your biggest ‘enemy’ treat you with respect and kindness… Looking at it from an outside perspective? It wasn’t particularly surprising your heart was trying to latch onto him.

It didn’t make things any easier, though.

Especially when he gave you such fond looks. Looks you could almost imagine a good friend or lover giving you.

“Yup, I’m losing it.” You spoke, your eyes narrowing.

If anything, this made things way more complicated.

What on earth were you going to do now?

You’ve toyed with the idea of maybe politely asking Dracula to, you know, not destroy all of humanity in a attempt of mass genocide.

But would it be that easy?

Just because he seemed to respect you, did not mean he would give the same pardon to the rest of your kind. Especially how he didn’t seem too pleased when you mentioned you got your injuries from personal business.

It wasn’t a lot of info, but you had a feeling Dracula suspected it was humans that had done this to you. No doubt that wouldn’t help you with pleading your case.

Still… You also found your mind wandering over possibly trying to talk Dracula out of killing all humans, despite the odds.

It was something you had wanted the moment you found his statue, though you never really thought you’d get this far.

Could you really do it? Convince the Lord of the Night to leave humanity be?

Perhaps you could make a compromise? You knew he had to drink blood to live, perhaps he’d be interested in the few supernatural blood drives that existed?

…Or even your own blood?

You quickly shook your head, trying to get the image of Dracula intimately biting into your neck out of your mind.

That image pleased you a lot more than you’d like to admit…

With a huff, you brought a hand to your face, and rubbed your eyes.

“What was I thinking about again? Right! Compromise…”

It wasn’t like you could just stop hunting, either. Even if Dracula agreed not to kill humans, that didn’t mean other people who lived independently of him would follow such a lifestyle. If a beast or something of paranormal nature was out causing harm to innocent people, you’d have to put a stop to it.

But, perhaps… Perhaps you could convince Dracula at least to leave humanity be, unless someone personally spites him?

In that case, you could hardly feel the desire to stop him. Fuck around and find out and all that.

You would no doubt though have to give something up in return, no?

Not hunting Dracula wouldn’t be enough, you were sure. The King of the Night had sworn to destroy humanity for killing his wife. You doubted he would simply just stop in his crusade because you asked nicely and swore not to kill him for it.

“Perhaps if I added his castle and the covens that follow him…”

So long as his underlings weren’t out hunting innocent people, you generally had no reason to hunt them. The life of someone from the paranormal was tough, that you knew from the few supernatural acquaintances you had.

Not every dark being wanted to kill, they simply had to for survival. More often than not, it was humans that didn’t give them any options, hunting them down for being a dark being, or not helping them control their hunger.

On one hand, you understood the human perspective, to a degree. Why help something that needs to feed on your lifeblood to survive?

But on the other hand… If humanity helped them instead of scorned them, they would have no reason to hunt humans in the first place. Such as the blood banks to help feed vampires, so they were fed and didn’t have to give into their instincts.

Unfortunately, those weren’t incredibly popular as you’d like them to be. At least some of humanity was giving it a shot though…

Blowing a tuft of hair out of your face, you scowled. It really was an unending battle.

Didn’t help humans and many of the supernatural thought themselves above the other. No doubt if Dracula miraculously agreed not to kill humans, others would just find that stupid and do it anyway.

And you also figured others would come to hunt Dracula themselves. Even if the man agreed to leave humans alone, you doubted humans, let alone the church would take kindly to him just existing.

Hell, was his son even still alive? Alucard, you think his name was?

You had read about him from different journals of different Belmonts. It was clear the man was immortal, despite the human blood running through his veins

How the man was Dracula’s son, who had sworn to kill his father any time he should rise.

Swallowing thickly, you suddenly felt a bit sick.

Would you… Would you have to fight Alucard? The same man your ancestors thought so fondly of?

Somehow, that thought made your stomach churn.

You didn’t even know if the man was still alive. Could he be? Could Alucard really have hidden himself, even in modern times?

Or perhaps he had put himself to eternal rest until Dracula had awakened once more? You read something about him doing that in one of Richter’s journals. Something about how Alucard awoke to the call of Castlevania after Richter had risen the castle.

You felt your heart tick up a beat. Did that mean Alucard might come here and fight Dracula himself?

Turning onto your other side, you reached out and gently gripped your whip. Its old presence brought you a small comfort.

Chances were, you don’t think you’d have it in you to fight Alucard yourself.

Just like how you didn’t want to fight Dracula, just a little different in reasoning.

Would Alucard even listen if you tried to tell him Dracula didn’t want to kill humans? That is, if you even got Dracula to agree?

No, you doubted it would be that simple or easy.

Perhaps you could just stay out of it? Or at least try talking to him?

“Hah, am I really debating this?” You whispered to yourself, thumb running over some of the grooves of the whip.

You hadn’t even talked to Dracula yet about him leaving humanity alone, and here you were, thinking ahead as if you already accomplished such a feat.

Heaving a sigh, you slid the pillow out from under your head, and placed it on your face with a groan.

The weight of the world was still very much on your shoulders. Even if you didn’t have to fight Dracula now, you still had a job to do.

Protect humanity.

But…

Was it really that bad you were hoping you didn’t have to fight Dracula to do that?

Not just because of your complicated feelings, but would it not be better just to have him be neutral again?

If you did end up fighting and killing him, he would simply come back within a hundred years! It didn’t matter what you would do, fate would no doubt put your family through the ringer once more to defeat him.

Or at least have someone step up to the challenge if not your own family. Perhaps someone from the Morris clan?

Though, if you could make him no longer a threat because he wants to stay out of it, would that not be better for everyone involved?

Of course, you could only hope it would be that easy. Your life had never been simple, and it loved to screw you over time and time again.

However, you found some of your mother’s words echoing in your head.

‘Expect the worst, but hope for the best.’

Moving the pillow on your face to the side, you sighed.

“I can do that. I guess.”

You sat in silence for a few moments, idly listening to the thunder rolling overhead. You still couldn’t get over how this castle seemed to have a peaceful ambience your own home seemed to lack.

A buzz brought you out of your thoughts, and your eyes narrowed.

Hand flinging to the side of the bed, you patted the sheets until you felt the familiar shape of your phone. Picking it up, you felt your heart drop into your stomach.

‘When are u coming home? Dad’s not happy.’

Your mouth went dry, and you felt your body beginning to shake.

That’s right. You have been gone for several days now. It was only a matter of time before someone at home contacted you, asking where you were.

“Figures I couldn’t even have a week…” you mumbled, staring at your screen with badly veiled disdain.

Putting your phone down, you ignored the urge to puke your guts up. Just thinking of heading back to your family home made you nauseous.

Especially if Jason was growing upset you were gone.

“Upset if I’m there. Pissed if I’m away. Bah.”

It wasn’t incredibly surprising. Anytime you had injuries or were sick, you were always expected to ‘pick up the slack’, as they’d say.

Maybe they’d leave you be for a day or two at best if it was noticeably bad. However, you never got your hopes up, especially when it came to injuries.

In their eyes, if you could walk, you could work. If not doing the dirty jobs, then you could at least clean the house while they did the ‘real’ work.

A flare of irritation and anger rose in you.

Sure, you were always annoyed with them, but especially now after everything you have been through over the past few days.

Nearly dying because of your step family, having a manic episode and accidentally reviving your nemesis, said nemesis then caring for you better than anyone has before since your mother passed…

And… you had admittedly enjoyed the past few days, even if you were in enemy territory.

Dracula kept a slight distance with you, that much was obvious. It was clear, however, he was doing so for your comfort.

Even then, he still regularly checked up on you every few hours. You could technically even leave if you wanted, he said he would not stop you or hurt you for doing so.

Just yesterday, he had offered to bring you some books if you needed them, which you had declined.

It had shocked you more than anything that he was willing to offer entertainment, though you suppose you shouldn’t have been too surprised either. Declining had been a gut reaction from surprise, but you made sure to let him know you appreciated the offer.

You weren’t sure you could really even read anything he gave you, given you didn’t know what books he had. You would have had to see for yourself, and you didn’t want to bother him about it.

Though… It wasn’t like you could have gotten too much reading done with how much you had been sleeping and thinking. The few times you did need a distraction, you still had your phone too, which miraculously still somehow had a data connection.

Given how you were healing though… You wouldn’t mind a book now. A bit too late to ask for it though, you supposed.

Letting out a shaky breath, you looked at your phone once more.

The text almost seemed to taunt you.

They wanted you back, after hurting you, nearly killing you. All over ‘training’. As if nothing had happened.

Granted, you did tell them as you left to pretend it never happened. You think. Your memory of that fight was a bit hazier than you would like to admit.

Probably bloodloss.

Still…

Did they think they could just make demands? Just like that?

A part of you wanted to call Seth, the one who had texted you, and chew him out. Tell him about the hell you endured because of them, and how you almost died because they didn’t give a single shit about you.

How you wanted to rip into them, unload every single thing they have done to piss you off and ruin your life.

How a part of you wanted to go home and cut them to pieces slowly and-

You froze.

The grip on your phone was tight, and you felt your breathing grow heavy.

Carefully, you put your phone down on the bed, and took a deep breath.

You were angry, but you hated when those thoughts began to show. It never led to a good place mentally when you thought about killing them.

It wouldn’t be worth it.

Even if you did feel a sick satisfaction from it, which you know you would have, you would still suffer.

Being a Belmont only protected you from the law so much. The city you lived in didn’t know what went on behind closed doors. To the city, your little step family did everyone a favor by keeping the ‘beasts’ away.

If you killed them, you would be arrested. You would lose everything you worked hard for.

Your home, your heirlooms, your whip.

Sure, you could survive on the run for a while… But it wouldn’t be worth it.

The whole reason you put up with those jackasses was because you wanted to keep your home safe. You couldn’t exactly do that if you couldn’t go home.

Life really sucked right now.

But at least… you found temporary peace.

Idly, you clutched your phone again, wondering if you should answer Seth, or ignore him like you wanted to.

Given just looking at your screen and seeing the message made pricks of anxiety and frustration bloom in your chest, you decided to ignore it for now.

You couldn’t ignore it forever. Things would get worse if you did, and you already dreaded what the house must look like since you’ve been gone.

No doubt Jason’s attitude has been foul, you wouldn’t be surprised if he took it out on your home, just for you to clean up.

Scowling, you let out a small noise of annoyance.

After another moment, you decided to sit up. The soft sheets slid to your hips, and you winced as some weight shifted to a wound.

Hand twitching, you resisted the urge to open your bandages to look at your injuries.

Most were beginning to heal rather nicely since Dracula had brought you a potion. However, you still had a long way to go before you were fully recovered.

At the very least, maybe it wouldn’t be that long if Dracula truly intended to keep having potions made for you.

Yet another concept that floated around in your head that still managed to surprise you.

It’s almost funny. If you had been any other Belmont, you were certain you probably would have been mocked and tortured for having injuries. You doubted he would have extended the same kindness as he had you.

This didn’t help the fuzzy feeling in your chest when you thought about him, in an odd way.

You were special to Dracula, at least right now you were.

He wanted you alive for now. Alive and well.

Wringing your hands close to your chest, you tried not to sigh again.

What were you going to do?

As you tried once again to think over your options, your eyes caught your figure in one of the mirrors in the room. One near a dresser meant to look over outfits, you presumed.

Though you couldn’t help but scrunch up your face when you noticed your reflection.

You looked awful. Felt it too, even if your injuries were doing better.

Despite this, Dracula still treated you so gently, and with respect.

As you were deep in your musings, you ended up jumping a bit when you heard the familiar brisk knock at your door.

You knew right away who it was, having memorized just how particular Dracula had been knocking on your door.

Perhaps it was on purpose? A knock you would grow to recognize in case someone else knocked on your door?

Regardless, you didn’t keep him waiting, telling him to come in.

You would admit though, you never got over the slight surprise you had as he entered your room each time.

His presence alone was intimidating, even as he made a point to try and not be as such. How he seemingly called for attention as he entered a room, even if he didn’t utter a word.

It was both impressive, and you weren’t entirely sure how to feel about it.

Nervous? Sure. Into it? You had to mentally smack your brain a little to avoid your thoughts going in that direction as he was in the same room as you-

“Good afternoon.” He spoke as he closed the door behind him, his voice deep and quiet. You know for a fact he had a voice that could lead an entire army, or gently put you to sleep.

A dangerous voice, one you liked a bit too much.

-Nodding to him, you gave him a small smile. It was strange, how relaxed you were becoming around him with each visit.

A part of you still yearned for it to never end.

But your phone weighed heavy in your hand, a solid reminder you couldn’t stay. Unspoken consequences idly rolled around in your head, which was beginning to make you grow queasy.

Dracula’s eyes seemed to see through you, and you wondered if he could read your mind with how his gaze seemed to look at your very soul.

You certainly hoped he couldn’t read your mind, otherwise things would be pretty awkward with all the suggestive thoughts you have been mentally fighting off with a bat that floated through your head.

Thankfully, Dracula didn’t say a thing about that, simply sitting down in the chair you decided to keep next to your bed.

“Are you feeling well? Has the potion helped?”

He asked, bringing you out of your thoughts.

Heart pounding slightly, you smiled a bit wider.

“Yes! It has helped tremendously. My head no longer feels as if someone hit it with a hammer, and I’m mostly just sore at this point.”

Granted, that didn’t mean you were out of the woods yet. Your pain tolerance was higher than most. Just because you felt better, didn’t mean you were greenlit to go do any serious activities or hunting.

Despite your inner musings, Dracula seemed pleased.

“Good, good…”

He then reached into his cloak, and pulled out what you assumed to be another bottle filled with potion.

It had been a little while since he gave you that first dose, so it should be safe to consume more..

Potions could be taken in large quantities, but it wasn’t exactly recommended.

The concoctions filled a person’s stomach, but didn’t offer any nutritional value other than healing wounds. It could even make a person sick if consumed too much without a break or food in between major doses.

Not that it stopped you before. You didn’t exactly have the luxury of being picky at home when constantly fighting illness and injury. Growing sick from too much potion was a risk you often had to take.

You decided to keep that thought to yourself as you took the bottle from Dracula’s hands.

“If your healing continues to progress, you should be completely healed in less than a week. Maybe even sooner once those other potions are finished.” Dracula spoke, drawing your attention back to him.

A week? You didn’t think you had that kind of time. You’d probably need to be home at most, three days from now.

Dracula gave you an odd look.

“Is that not satisfactory?”

You blinked, eyes widening slightly.

“Oh, no! That… that isn’t the issue at all. It’s… It’s just…” you stumbled over your words, running a hand through your hair as you tried to figure out how to explain without seeming unthankful.

Dracula remained patient, letting you figure out what to say. His gaze was cool, yet curious.

A part of you also swore you saw amusement as you fumbled your sentences together.

Nervously, you began to wring your hands together, and fiddle with your shirt.

“…I just… I’m uh, I’m expected to be home soon…”

Dracula raised a brow at your small explanation.

Immediately, you also felt the temperature of the room drop. Enough to make the hair on your neck stand on end, and send a shudder down your spine.

You hoped you hadn’t pissed him off by saying that…

The gaze on Dracula’s face shifted, going from barely concealed amusement, to something… darker.

Old instincts began to wake, and you seriously hoped this wouldn’t be the end of the small little bit of peace you have had up until now.

The last thing you wanted was a fight.

An intimidating silence took hold of the room, and you forced yourself not to reach for your whip out of nerves. After a few moments, Dracula then broke said silence.

“This home of yours…”

He leaned close to you, his eyes bearing into your own.

“…Is it the same place where you received these injuries?”

For a moment, it felt as if the wind had been taken out of your sails.

“…Huh?”

You were confused. Was he… not upset with you?

Dracula tilted his head, those same ruby eyes flickering over where you were still injured.

“Forgive me for being presumptuous, but is that not where you were attacked? Was it within your own home?”

The question had your eyes wide.

“I uh-“

Dracula leaned back, though the odd feeling in the room didn’t settle.

“Of course, you don’t have to answer. But if I am right, is it that pressing to return before you are fully healed to handle whoever, or whatever dealt such blows?”

His questions had you pausing, and you felt your mouth run dry.

If you didn’t know any better, you’d say Dracula seemed apprehensive about you returning home where you were hurt.

Almost as if he cared.

The very thought had your mind whirring in overdrive. If someone had told you months ago that Dracula himself seemed to care about you, you would have laughed in their face.

But with everything he has done for you… was it really that far fetched?

If anything, you could at least argue he’d hate to see all the hard work done in healing you go to waste, but you were certain it was more than that.

Again, not good for your conflicted feelings on Mr. Lord of the Night himself.

Rubbing the back of your head with a sigh, you felt yourself droop a little.

“It’s… complicated, but yes. I have to return home soon, or things might get messy.”

The very thought of what might happen if you disappeared too long left a sour feeling in your stomach.

Your eyes flickered up to meet his, and he held your gaze for a few moments.

“…I assume you can’t put this off then? That it must be urgent?” He asked, his voice low.

Nodding, you tried to keep holding his gaze, not wanting to seem weak about it.

“Unfortunately. I… I risk a lot if I wait too long.”

Dracula’s eyes narrowed on you, before he closed them with a sigh.

“Like I have mentioned before, you are my guest here. You are free to leave at any point you wish, nor are you to be attacked as you do so. However…”

Your head tilted slightly, heart picking up at the end of his sentence. However…?

“Are you… certain this is wise? That there is nothing else that can be done?”

Shaking your head, you finally looked away.

“…Will you be hurt again?”

You stayed silent, telling Dracula all he needed to know, even if you refused to elaborate.

Why bother making an empty promise? Even if you don’t get hurt this time when you head home, what about the next? You knew all too well it was practically a waiting game until you were sick or injured again.

With your silence, the room somehow became increasingly colder.

Daring to look up, you were surprised to see the red of his eyes glowing slightly, much like how he had found you.

He really didn’t seem to like the implications you left him with.

But what could you say?

‘Yeah, my step family might try to beat the shit out of me or leave me the rotten leftovers to eat, or even make me do the yucky missions. No doubt I’ll be injured or sick again by the end of the month!’

Yeah… that probably sounded a bit pathetic. Some Belmont you were, allowing your own ‘family’ to use you as a punching bag.

Dracula eventually let out a sigh, and reached up to pinch the bridge of his nose. He looked frustrated. Or worried? You couldn’t be too sure.

A moment passed. Then another. You weren’t entirely sure what to say.

Another sigh left his lips, and when he moved his hand to look at you, his eyes briefly glowed once again, before returning to their same ruby red they were before.

The room remained cold, though the look in his face wasn’t quite as scathing or irritated.

“Very well then. It seems this is personal and important to you. Whenever you wish to leave, I will personally escort you out of the castle.”

A part of you grew warm and fuzzy at that. And they say chivalry is dead.

However, before you could bask in that warm, fuzzy feeling, his voice rang out once more.

“Before you leave however, we have much to discuss.”

You blinked.

“Huh?”

As if a switch had been flipped, his entire posture seemed to shift.

His back was up straighter, and he crossed his legs. He then rested his elbow on the arm of the chair, resting his head on his fist.

His eyes seemed to sharpen as his gaze then zeroed in on you.

Your mouth went dry.

It was as if his entire demeanor changed.

Hair on your neck stood on end, and out of nowhere, it was as if a stone settled uncomfortably in your stomach.

“You had mentioned wishing to talk back when I was… imprisoned. If you are going to leave, I imagine you would wish to discuss this before you do so.”

You felt your blood run cold.

Ah. That.

Now you understood why his demeanor had changed so much in a matter of seconds.

No longer were you just talking to Dracula, your polite host.

You were now discussing terms with Dracula, King of the Night.

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Scarlet Whispers - pt 2

Gif not mine

A/N: Not sure about the formatting, copy and paste didn't quite work out as planned. Title subject to change, not sure how I feel about it. This is my first published fic here so pls be gentle. Also I'm terrible at summaries.

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Female!Reader

Trigger warnings (let me know if I forgot to tag anything): Mentions of past child abuse, ongoing adult child abuse, stalking, horror, dubcon, kidnapping, stockholm syndrome, gaslighting, angst, smut. There will be bits of fluff tho.

Rating: M. Minors DNI

Master list here

You miss your stop.

Not only do you miss your stop, but you end up all the way at the bus depot before the driver notices you passed out in one of the seats. The driver, a kindly older gentleman, offers to give you a lift home since it is the end of his shift anyway. He takes pity on you, perhaps due to your tired and sad appearance. Interestingly, no one seems to notice the red wisps behind his eyes.

You appreciate his kindness, but you are anxious about returning home. A quick look at your phone reveals that it is well past 6 PM and you have missed multiple calls and texts from both of your parents. This is not going to end well. In simple terms, you are fucked. Fortunately, the man doesn't seem to notice your restlessness as your leg bounces nervously as he gets closer to your home.

As you exit the vehicle, you politely thank him and offer to pay for the gas, but the man refuses. His accent changes slightly as he says, "anything to help." You shrug it off, as it is not your concern where people are from. Your focus is on more pressing matters. After closing the door, you square your shoulders and mentally prepare for the absolute shit show awaiting you as soon as you step through the front door.

It shouldn’t surprise you that your father’s booming voice is the first to be heard. “Where were you?”

You start with the truth. “Dad I’m sorry, I was on the bus after my exam, I fell asleep with my headphones-”

”I don’t want your excuses! While you live here under our roof, you will show us some respect, you will follow our rules! You had chores to do today, why didn’t you do them?”

A bead of sweat trails down the back of your neck. You hate being interrupted, and you hate being asked questions when they clearly don’t want the answers. Besides, you are in your twenties, not a child. “As I was saying, I-”

This time your mother interrupts. “Don’t speak to your father like that. He asked you a question, we expect you to answer it!.”

You grit your teeth. “I fell asleep on the bus, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to-”

“Always with the excuses this one.” Your father laments. “Do you think your future employer is going to care about any of that? No. He’s just going to want to know why you weren’t there.”

It takes every ounce of your sanity to not snap that your answer is the reason WHY you weren’t there, and not simply an excuse. Instead you hold your tongue. They aren’t here to listen, they don’t care. They just want to yell at you, and for you to be sorry.

“I tell you, with behavior like that it’s any wonder at all you’d even be able to keep a job. They would probably fire you on the spot, and then you would be right back on our doorstep, our problem once again to pick up the pieces.”

It’s all hypothetical of course - you’ve never been late to any of your classes, but you have not yet had a job, you weren’t allowed to. You are sure you wouldn’t be late to it though if you were to treat it like your classes. You know you can’t tell your parents this however. Might as well bite the bullet and get it over with.

“Yes Dad, I’m sorry.”

“Sorry? Saying sorry simply doesn't cut it! Sorry doesn’t fix the problem that you caused, so tell me, how are you going to make the problem right?” he demands. A vein throbs in his forehead. Absently you think about how he knows he should watch his blood pressure, but that would require him to watch his temper. Y/D/N could never.

You know what he is looking for, he wants you to do your chores now, but it’s after 8PM and your exam is at 8AM. If you do your chores now, that leaves you little time for last minute studying, eating, bathing, sleeping, and then catching the bus back to the university. Helplessly, you look to your mother for help.

“Don’t look at me, this is your mess you’ve created. If you had just done what you were supposed to, we wouldn’t be having this conversation. If you had just been good, you could be doing whatever it is you do with your free time right now.”

It had always annoyed you greatly that your parents were unaware of your academic achievements. While it's true that you didn't have the best grades as a child, once you entered university and chose a major, you became a straight-A student, even going so far as to make the President’s list the last three years in a row. However, in their eyes, you would always be the little underachiever they had to take care of.

Tears well up in your eyes. This situation wasn't fair. It was an accident. You had fully intended to come home and do your chores, but you couldn’t have known you would sleep through your alarm on the bus. You had been so incredibly exhausted that you experienced a vivid nightmare whilst awake. You were aware that you needed more sleep, but your degree was your only way out of this miserable place. You couldn't risk losing it all just because you missed a few hours of sleep now and then.

“Please?” You beg. You didn’t have anything else to argue in your defense. “I’ll leave my headphones in my bag this time, I’ll set multiple alarms, I won’t sleep, just please let me go study!”

Your parents look at each other, having silent communication. Seeming to come to an agreement, your mother speaks first. “Y/N we’re sorry it has to be this way, but you have already proven on multiple occasions that we can’t trust you to do the right thing. Tonight, you are going to do your chores even if it takes you all night to do it. Besides, we all know you’re not studying up there. For all we know you’re just up there masturbating in the window or something.”

Being stabbed in the chest would have been less painful. You don't understand why you're caught off guard; it's not like your mother hasn't said off the wall shit like this in the past. It's almost as if she thrives on finding the most hurtful and outrageous statements to throw in your face, as if you deserved them. As if you had ever done any of the things she accused you of. Like you were some sort of deviant, when all you wanted was simply the right to exist.

“What the actual fuck, Mom?!” you scream, having finally had enough. Both of your parents look taken aback. Rare is it for you to raise your voice at them, even more so to curse at them. “I know you’ve been pretty checked out of my life for a while now, but I’ve had a 4.0 GPA for the last three years. I don’t know where you got that… comment… from, but I can assure you that all I want to do is go to my room and study.”

“Now listen here young lady,” begins your father.

"No, YOU listen, Father," your voice dripping with sarcasm. “You were right about one thing, and that is I am a gods damned adult. I take my studies seriously, and while it may come as a surprise to you since neither of you have paid any actual attention to my life since I turned 18, though it could be argued you really stopped paying attention earlier except for when I was being an inconvenience, but I am actually a great student. This is my last semester before graduating with honors and again, a 4.0 GPA, and I will have my choice of job opportunities. I will leave this place, and you miserable old bats will have no one to be your punching bag anymore. Then maybe just maybe you can finally take a look at the flaws and fix what's wrong with your own marriage, instead of trying to break ME!”

Your chest heaved. It felt good to speak your truth, but as the silence grew, you began to realize that you might have made a mistake.

Your father has finally gotten out of his chair, looming over you. A resounding slap echoes across the room as your father backhanded you, knocking you to the floor. “You ungrateful, miserable little bitch! I don’t know what lies those ‘professors’ at the university have been filling your head with, but you have no future, and you are lucky your mother and I care enough to let you live under our roof! And so long as you do, you will obey our rules, and show us the respect we deserve!”

Fearful, you scramble back to the wall and attempt to push yourself to your feet. “If that’s the price of living here, then I will happily live in the University’s library. One week, that’s all I need!” You step forward to make your escape from this house, but this time your mother shoves you, and once again you find yourself on your knees.

You raise your hands in self-defense, but your mother sneers, "Do it, Y/N, hit me, and you'll be out on your ass faster than you can blink!" Crying, you lower your hands and prepare to allow her to strike you.

The lights went out all at once, and everyone froze. Has the power gone out? It couldn’t have, you could still hear the hum of the AC unit. So what was wrong with the lights?

The lights turn back on as suddenly as they had gone out, and all three of you look around in confusion. However, despite the lights returning, the room appears darker, creating an almost eerie atmosphere. The shadows cast a looming presence over all of you, sending a shiver up your spine. Your home, which you have lived in for around twenty ish years, suddenly feels foreboding, and you wonder if it's too late to flee. It almost resembles one of the nightmares you have been experiencing recently.

Red mist fills the room, a dreadfully sinister voice speaks. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”

All three of you turn to the source of the sound - the corner of the room, as a red and black leather-clad boot, attached to black leather pants, steps through a portal and into the room. The Scarlet Witch follows, radiating her full glory. She warns, "If you wish to keep your body parts intact, you will never lay a finger on Y/N ever again."

You’re pretty sure your eyebrows have never been closer to meeting your hairline before and yet here we are. You don’t know who this unfamiliar lady is, nor how she seems to know you but God damned if that outfit doesn’t look as if it has been painted onto her. You blush at your sinful thoughts. Now is not the time, and you’re pretty sure you’re having a stroke of some sort. If nothing else, however, you are grateful for the reprieve from your beating.

Meanwhile, your parents had never taken well to being told what to do, by anyone, they certainly weren’t going to now by this costumed stranger. Your mother bristles. “Who is this Y/N? Another one of your little whores?” Completely disregarding the fact that you have never in fact had a partner in your entire life, and you don’t know whether to be pleased that she seems to think you’re capable of having a sex life or affronted that she thinks you’re some type of floozy. Your mother’s words, not yours.

“What? No, I-” You look helplessly from the floor between your parents and this woman you now recognize as the one from your visions, and the same one from your hallucination this morning. Is she here to help, or to hurt you? She has been your savior and aggressor in both; there’s no telling which she has chosen for now. Glancing between them, you are unsure how to de-escalate this situation. There is no way to convince your parents, for their own safety, that this woman is powerful and not to be trifled with. Nothing you could say, they would believe, and you were pretty sure this woman would kill your parents without a second thought if they didn’t tread carefully.

Seeming to sense your struggle, the woman speaks up in your stead. “As I’ve said, you would do well to keep your hands to yourself. I am here to take Y/N with me, and you will not stand in my way. This is your only warning, which I am giving to you out of consideration for Y/N.”

She reaches down for your hand to help you back up. Hesitantly, you take it, ignoring the shock that runs throughout your body, and begin questioning your entire reality. Take you with her? Who even is she? Where exactly is she going to be taking you? You had questions, and you would like some answers, but if you didn’t get your parents to stand down, you were pretty sure she would follow through on her threat. Sure, your parents were trash, but they were all you had. You loved them, and you were certain that, in their own warped way, they loved you, too.

She helps you up and proceeds to give you a thorough once-over, carefully inspecting your injuries. Her intense scrutiny makes you blush. Meanwhile, your parents remain silent, their thinly veiled anger evident as they observe your interaction. How dare this woman speak to them in such a manner? Thankfully, they wisely choose to keep quiet. Perhaps they also sense the dangerous aura emanating from this woman, perceiving her as a true threat. Then again, it could be due to the fact that she just stepped through a literal portal conjured out of thin air moments ago. Maybe they had been paying attention, but even you are unsure of what is real anymore.

Still holding your hand, the Scarlet Witch leads you back towards the portal she arrived through. "Come, Y/N, we have much to discuss." At this point, all you could do was helplessly trail after, hoping you weren't going from bad to worse. At least by leaving, your parents would be out of danger. As for yourself, well... It was clear that the Scarlet Witch wanted something from you. Hopefully, whatever that was would be sufficient to ensure your survival. Perhaps even enough to negotiate with.

At the last possible moment, your mother chooses, whether out of genuine love and concern for your well-being, or fear at the loss of her control over you, to reach out to take you from this bizarre woman. “Mother, no!”

Y/M/N finds herself promptly flung onto the wall behind her, and stuck there, unable to move. You aren’t sure who exactly screamed but you’re pretty sure it was every member of your family. The Scarlet Witch hadn’t even turned to look, the only indication she had even been involved is the raised hand, opposite the one holding yours, with dark, ink-stained fingertips, bent at slightly odd angles.

“Stop, please! Let her go, she won’t do it again, please! I'm sorry, please!”

Unsure of why you are begging for this woman’s life when she has spent the entirety of yours making sure you were miserable. Still, your heart lurched at the thought of anything happening to your mother. You didn’t like her, and if you never saw her again, that was probably for the best, but you certainly didn’t want anything bad to happen to her.

The Witch took a deep breath, seemingly to calm herself, before turning to face you.

In the softest voice you had ever heard she whispers “Detka, I-.” She opens and closes her mouth a few times, deciding what to say. To your absolute mortification and delight, she leans down to place a gentle kiss on your forehead, and promises “I will let them live, but I must say my piece.”

You nod, completely dumbstruck at everything happening in this moment. What. The. Fuck.

Y/M/N, still pinned to the wall, whimpers and struggles to move but is clearly unable to. The Scarlet Witch turns from you to face your parents. Another wave of her hand, and your mother slumps to the floor, alarmed, but otherwise unharmed. It is clear whatever the witch did, both she and your father are now restrained.

Footsteps approach the pair, and the lights in the house flickered ominously. Despite your mother being nearly 40 years older than her (or so you assumed, as you had no idea of this woman's age), the power emanating from her exuded confident malevolence. She showed no fear towards them, and for once, although ashamed to admit it, you were glad to see that they were afraid of someone else.

Though she was only about 5'6", the woman knelt before your parents, her voice filled with menacing intent. "I know everything you have ever done, everything you ever could do, and everything you ever will do. I know what you are guilty of. I know what you deserve, and I can assure you that it is not mercy. I will spare your lives and leave you unharmed due to the kindness of your daughter, the daughter you’ve abused for decades." As her head tilts, you can't help but feel that she becomes even more dangerous. "But if you ever try to take her from me again, I will seek retribution on her behalf, and I promise you it will be the most excruciating agony you have ever experienced. Do we understand each other?"

You squirm uncomfortably. This should not be doing things to you, but then again, no one had ever stood up for you. Ever. Gods you needed therapy. It’s fine. Little boxes, and this was for a little box for later.

The witch stood up and once again took your hand, leading you through the portal and leaving your parents behind. Perhaps for good, you weren’t entirely sure, and you suddenly realized you didn’t care. Anywhere was better than here; even if this woman was dangerous, at least for the moment, she seemed to care about you, and that was enough for you to follow her to the ends of the earth.

Again, therapy…

The pair arrive at a massive stone temple, which you would later learn is called Mount Wundagore, the Scarlet Witch's temple. It is built into a massive, rugged mountain with steep cliffs, situated above dense forests and enveloped in mist. The mountain exudes an air of mystique and possesses an eerie atmosphere. Scattered across its walls are depictions of the woman in front of you, accompanied by various runes whose significance you suppose hint at a potentially supernatural importance.

The Scarlet Witch does not make much of an effort for introductions, nor explanations, simply heads towards the entrance to her temple.

“What is this place?” you ask, hints of awe and fear in your voice

“Our home.”

Your brain stutters. “I’m sorry, what now?”

“Detka, do not pretend you did not hear me, I don’t enjoy repeating myself. This is our home.” Her accent sounds vaguely Eastern European, and becomes more pronounced the more irritated she is. You wonder when she started trying to hide it.

Your mind balks at the idea of this being your new home, it couldn’t be less foreboding. “Uhhh… this.. is a giant stone temple in BFE nowhere, with ice, snow, and-”

Movement startles you out of your reverie. Beings made entirely out of stone shift from foot to foot, as if adjusting their stance. Their eyes have the same red glow as the woman who leads you now.

“Are those rock trolls??” The stone guardians loom threatening, but make no move to engage, they await their Queen’s orders. “Right. Rock trolls. Why is this our home? WHERE is our home? And,” you spin, taking the aesthetic of the temple in, trying not to have an anxiety attack. “What do you mean -our- home? Who are you, and what do you want with me?”

You can’t tell if the faint twitch of the other woman’s lips is in amusement or annoyance at your ramblings, but in your defense, she had let you speak uninterrupted. You were known for getting entire paragraphs out if left unsupervised - it was a talent and a curse. Personally you felt she should be grateful you weren’t jumping down her throat, you didn’t know anyone else who would be taking this half as calmly as you were. Then again, you were still waiting on your Hogwarts acceptance letter at 25.

“My name is..” she hesitated. “Wanda. I am.. I was an Avenger.”

You looked on blankly, hoping she would elaborate. The fuck was an “Avenger”?

"In my universe," (you filed away the fact that she implied the existence of a multiverse for later, as it was a problem for another time) "the Avengers are superheroes. Well, that's what we called ourselves - Earth's Mightiest Heroes. A bit arrogant, if you ask me. We dealt with threats that the military and ordinary people couldn't handle. We were the last line of defense. We saved the world countless times, but at a great cost of lives. We were vain, thinking we were above it all because we believed we were acting for the greater good. But try explaining that to those who were lost as collateral damage.

I digress. We.. were considered to be heroes. There were several of us, we were a team. A family. We lived together, fought together. Died together. Until we didn’t.”

Wanda explains the dynamics of the Avengers team, including how she and her brother Pietro joined. She mentions Pietro's death in the battle against Ultron, as well as the events leading up to and the battle against Thanos. She also covers the events of the “Blip”, and what happened afterward. However, she conveniently chooses to omit the events of Westview, as she didn't want you to know about that just yet.

“That’s.. wow. Wanda, that's a lot. Honestly, if I hadn’t seen your powers myself, I wouldn’t believe you. But all of that still doesn’t explain why you’re here. You mentioned your universe as being so fantastical, why would you come here? And what do you want with me? If you’re a hero, why are you here in what totally looks like a villain’s lair and not with your other superhero buddies?” You neglect to mention the unease creeping up your spine.

This is fine. Everything is fine. Right? Right.

A look of utter despair crosses the witches face as she locks eyes with you before glancing away.

“I mentioned my team before, but I didn’t mention you.”

“…” You slow blink. This was not how you thought your day was going to go, and honestly, you were already getting a bit of a headache. Could she be less cryptic because that would be great. More details, fewer questions. Maybe another nap.

"Y/N, where I am from, you were also an Avenger. You had joined the team before Pietro and I, and were one of the few who made us feel welcome. Despite the fact that we had previously been enemies, you didn't treat us as ticking time bombs. Instead, you welcomed us with open arms. Your go-to tactics were kindness and understanding, which made it hard not to want to get to know you. When Pietro died, you were the only one who checked on me and cared. You taught me that grief is just love persevering. You became my closest friend, and over time, I couldn't help when those feelings began growing into something more.”

You swallow uncomfortably. It sounds like Wanda is telling you that in this other universe you both were an item. It’s not that you wouldn’t be honored to be with such an attractive woman, but it feels weird knowing that that was a different version of you. Someone with superpowers, someone likely more confident by the sounds of it. This feels almost as if you are intruding on something you shouldn’t, yet Wanda is the one telling you this; if it weren’t okay for you to know, she surely wouldn’t be sharing. You don’t really know what to make of this; if she has feelings for this other you, why is she here with this version of you?

“In the battle against Thanos, we learned that the source of your powers was an infinity stone embedded in your skull courtesy of H.Y.D.R.A. experiments, which altered your genetic DNA. Thanos had also learned you possessed this Mind Stone and sought to take it from you by force.”

Anguish on her features, the witch turns to you. “You were going to die, Y/N. We tried, I tried, so hard to protect you, to keep you away from him but at every turn he found you. If he had gotten the Mind Stone, he would have been able to enact his plan to rid the universe of half of all life. You told me.” She hiccups.

“Y-you told me it was okay, that you forgive me. That I needed to.. that I needed to destroy the stone to save the universe. I didn’t want to. I would have given anything else but that. But you held my hand and told me you forgave me, that you only felt me. Then Thanos came, and we were out of time. I was the only one with the power to do it because its magic was so similar to my own. I placed my hand to your head and I-.” She is unable to continue, breaking off into sobs.

Oh. So she had to sacrifice you to save the universe. Well. You agree with the alternate you, you didn’t blame her, and you would definitely forgive her. Awkwardly you try to find some way to comfort her. While obviously you were not the same person she had loved and lost, and you knew from your own experiences with loss that sometimes words just couldn’t cut it. Instead, you shuffle forward, making sure you were heard in case she wanted to refuse you, and pullher in for a hug.

Wanda tenses in your embrace, as if she can’t decide if she wants to sink into it or send you flying. “The worst part,” she continues, “was that it meant nothing.”

If you were a dog your head tilt might have been cute.

“In the end, Thanos was still able to get the Mind Stone, and you were still dead, by MY hand, and it all meant NOTHING!” Wanda wrenches herself from your grasp, looking positively unhinged. You probably should have been scared. You weren’t. Her wrath did… things… to you. Therapy…

“All because Strange saw supposedly every possible future and CHOSE to let you die to save everyone else. As if there was no other possible outcome!”

Oh, that... that makes more sense. The other you was still dead, and Wanda was definitely suffering from PTSD from her involvement in it. Her little stunt with your parents was probably her way of trying to save you or bring you back to life. But in your universe, there weren't any superheroes, magic, or Thanos to protect you from (that you were aware of at any rate). So what was Wanda doing? This wouldn't bring her version of you back to life. You may have looked and sounded alike, and you might have made similar decisions, but you simply weren't the same person. The lack of the same life experiences meant that you had different personalities, despite having a similar genetic build.

“So we saved the world, and I left to live in exile. After the funeral, Clint handed me your belongings, and in them was a letter. A deed to a plot of land you had purchased in our names where we were going to build a house. I think it was supposed to be a surprise after we defeated Thanos. We had never lost before, not since Pietro - I don’t think it occurred to us that we could. So I drove out to see and.. Y/N I was still so new to my powers. They were still mostly subconscious. I was grieving and... it would be easier if I show you. May I?”

“May you.. what?”

A subtle smile appears on the witches' face at your ignorance. You are tempted to mention how beautiful she looks with that smile. Shaking off the thought, you ponder if she can read your mind, as her smile becomes knowing and a slight blush colors her cheeks. Ink-stained fingers reach towards your temple, but she hesitates, waiting for your consent, and your heart fills with warmth. You nod once, despite not really understanding.

Her charcoal-colored fingers, cold to the touch, make contact with your temple. Just as you're about to complain about the lack of warning, you're abruptly transported into a completely different world, surpassing the immersive experience of any 3D movie you've ever seen. You not only hear and see everything in every direction, but you can also feel and smell it all. It feels as if you are truly present in that moment. It takes a few minutes for you to realize that you are witnessing someone else's memories, to be precise, Wanda's memories.

She starts her memory with the unexploded bomb created by Tony Stark, which sat in the middle of the rubble of the Maximoff residence. In that chaotic scene, there were two children, the twins, hiding in fear under a bed. However, before you could offer any comfort, the scene shifted. The twins had been taken to HYDRA, where they were subjected to brutal experiments. Witnessing their suffering broke your heart, and despite your best efforts, you were unable to interact with your surroundings, although you desperately tried. Repeatedly you threw yourself against the walls of the cells in which the twins were held, hoping to free them from their hellish situation. You observed the twins' powers first emergence: Pietro's as he attempted to reach his sister's side, and Wanda's as she tried to defend Pietro from the scientists.

Scene after scene, each one as traumatic, if not more so, than the last, depicting all the events from Ultron and beyond. And then there's you. Except, it's not really you. You've certainly never possessed the power of teleportation, nor have you ever been so self-assured. This must be Wanda's universe's version of you. With bright eyes and a warm demeanor, you appear as a beacon of light in Wanda's otherwise bleak life. You observe as the version of you in this universe warmly welcomes the twins to the team, a stark contrast as to how the rest of the team treats the newcomers ranging from suspicious to openly hostile.

It’s surreal, watching yourself from outside your own body, knowing this version isn’t really you, but still no less real of a person. Wanda’s memories begin focusing less on missions and more on interpersonal relationships. Specifically, the one developing between yourself and Wanda. It’s intimate and you feel like an intruder watching this unfold. Sadly, as you grow closer, Wanda loses the only other connection she has - Pietro is hit by stray bullets while saving children. A true hero, and there was nothing anyone on the team could do to prevent it. You watch in horror both for the loss of Pietro as a friend, as well as knowing the absolute devastation this will cause your beloved Witch.

You can tell at this point that that’s what she was to you. It hasn't been long, but that bond has clearly already been sealed; you can see the signs in both your alternate self and Wanda. You would have to be blind not to. The loss of her brother does terrible things to Wanda and it’s all your other self can do to try to keep her afloat. “What is grief but love persevering?”

The scene shifts again. Time has clearly passed, and Wanda appears to have healed to some extent. She and the team have become much more cohesive, which delights both versions of you. Your relationship has definitely progressed, if the blush currently gracing your face, extending to your ears, is any indication. You feel the remnants of the emotions from your alternate self. They are not yours, but neither are they entirely unfamiliar. It makes for a disconcerting sensation to say the least. You don’t know Wanda like that, even though this version of you does. You wish you could view these memories dispassionately, free from your alternate self’s emotions that are bleeding through, but you suspect that’s not possible. Once again you try to reassure yourself that you are not the same person, no matter the genetic makeup.

Jarring you from your reverie, next you find yourself in another battle, and this one is massive. There are more superheroes here than you have ever seen before, either in Wanda's memories or in films. This must be the fight against Thanos she had told you about. Dread settles in your stomach like a stone, and for a moment, you contemplate what it will be like to witness your own death.

Traumatizing, for sure, though not for the reasons you had expected. While you are unable to interact with your environment, you are able to freely move about. Instead of looking at the memory entirely from Wanda’s perspective, you move to stand beside yourself. Wanda stands before you, ethereal, magnificent, yet utterly devastated. She knows what she has to do and pleads with you not to make her. It is unjust for a woman so powerful to suffer such loss, and still you implore her to sacrifice your life, her happiness, for the sake of the rest of the universe. It is unfair. It is cruel. You know it, but you ask anyway.

She never could tell you “no.”

You know the moment this universe's version of you had died when you witness the sheer devastation on Wanda's face. Most people would probably look away, but you couldn't. For some unknown reason, you feel compelled to witness this moment in all its horrifying detail, if only to gain a true understanding of the witch and the immense pain she has endured. There were surely few things more intimate than allowing someone to share their own memories, and here Wanda was, granting you unrestricted access to hers. The least you could do was accept this gift she was offering, no matter how painful it might be.

The images that follow blur together, evoking your personal experiences with grief and a sense of detachment from the world. The funeral is somber, one and all everyone dressed in black and grey. Wanda is present only in body, and you can’t blame her. Clint, the archer, hands her your belongings, including the letter she had mentioned. It unnerves you how detached Wanda appears to be at this moment, despite being surrounded by friends and colleagues. You worry about what lies ahead for her. So much loss in such a short time, it didn’t take a psychiatrist to know this would surely take a toll on her. You prayed that her friends came to check on her, but you had a feeling either they didn’t, or in her grief, she refused them entry.

Colors blend into one another and fade out. You find yourself standing on a plot of land in a town called Eastview, crouching next to Wanda as she collapses to her knees. Her body is wracked with anguished sobs as she finally allows herself to grieve. You wish you could interact with this memory, to hold her and alleviate some of her pain, even if only for a moment. Instead, you sit with her, sharing in her pain as she releases it all into the world. Wanda allows herself to experience her grief in its entirety, no longer burying her feelings beneath a veneer of numbness. Colors leech from the world around her, turning it greyscale. You're pretty certain that even at their strongest, the average person's manifestation of grief isn't supposed to do that, but then again, the average person isn't the Scarlet Witch. Briefly, you wonder what consequences this will have on her world. Your head feels fuzzy, and as your vision fades to black, you suppose you are about to find out.

You regain consciousness and find yourself in a world entirely devoid of color. Disoriented, you blink as the details of your surroundings slowly come into focus. In front of you stands... well... yourself. Or rather, an alternate version of you who appears to be from the 1950s, slightly older but still alive. Seated beside 1950’s you is Wanda, also monochrome and dressed in 1950s attire. Blearily, you rub your eyes. It has been a long day, and you are extremely tired, unsure if this is just an incredibly vivid hallucination or if you have actually passed out somewhere.

Alternate you asks Wanda a question, to which you aren’t listening, and she replies with a quip - you still aren’t listening, wondering where you are and why everything is in greyscale. What catches you off-guard though, is the surround sound laugh track that‘s garnered in response. It’s galling to admit but you jump, startled, and look around. There’s no one else in the house besides yourself, the alternate version of you, and Wanda. Where did that come from?

Alternate you replies to Wanda, and again with the laugh track. This time you are not as startled, but no less unsettled. What fresh hell is this? Could this be Wanda’s doing? It doesn’t seem like you can ask her though, as you’re just a passive observer in this strange situation. The last thing you remember, Wanda was grieving in Eastview at the plot of land which alternate you had purchased to start your life together after retiring from being superheroes. Strange grey wiggly woos (as you were starting to refer to her magic) were emanating from the witch, quite different from the familiar scarlet color you had grown accustomed to.

Perhaps this was her doing, if only subconsciously. You tried to recall, didn’t Wanda mention something about her powers being new to her and mostly unintentional? This could be what she had been referring to. Apprehension made a home in your chest as you found yourself dreading whatever was about to unfold before you. Oh no, Wanda, what did you do?

It doesn’t take long after observing the hijinks and mishaps, for you to realize that Wanda's grief had manifested through her powers. She had transformed the town of Eastview into Westview, resembling a 1950s-style sitcom town. Wanda, along with an alternate version of yourself (if you were truly still alive - that part you hadn't figured out yet), and the entire town were trapped. While it may have started unintentionally, Wanda became aware of it and began actively using her powers to maintain her idyllic town, keeping it isolated from the outside world and preventing the townspeople from leaving. In her grief, Wanda was essentially playing house, holding everyone hostage. However, despite her powers growing stronger, it was clear that the people living there were suffering. If you could even consider their existence as living.

There were even two boys - twins, just like Wanda was a twin. Your heart broke, knowing this could not possibly end well. While technically not "real" and not even "yours" at that, watching these boys be born, live, and grow caused you to cultivate a love for them almost as if they were your own. Your heart thumps uncomfortably in your chest; you didn't want to see how this plays out, but you didn't have a choice.

Despite the dysfunction in your parents, you had always wanted a family of your own. An attempt to break the cycle and bring new life - happy and healthy - into this world. You wanted to raise your kids with the love and care you had never experienced yourself.

You understood the motivations of the witch, but that didn't justify her morally questionable choices. Once again, you are condemned to remain on the sidelines, unable to take any action to resolve the situation. You are forced to witness this charade unfold, hoping and praying that it would end well for everyone involved, yet knowing that it would not. How could it possibly?

Despite your bias, after witnessing everything Wanda had endured, you found yourself wishing for the best outcome for her, in particular. Among all the people you could think of, she deserved a break from the misery that had plagued her life until now.

Eventually, it all came to a head when another witch named Agatha Harkness had infiltrated the town with a book called the Darkhold, attempting to convince Wanda to join her and increase their powers. If Wanda refused, the witch planned to take Wanda's powers for herself. Something about a prophecy regarding a Scarlet Witch.

Meanwhile, the alternate version of you had become self-aware of the true nature of Westview. This version of you pleaded with Wanda to prioritize the wellbeing of others over her own happiness, once again. They urged Wanda to defeat Agatha and free the townspeople, even if it meant losing her spouse and children. It was an impossible choice, and you questioned whether you could have mustered the courage to make the same decision in Wanda’s position.

Wanda defeated Agatha, not that you ever doubted her for a moment. She said goodbye to you, again, and then to her boys, and released her spell. The town was free, but her family.. was gone. Wanda was once again on her own.

A startled gasp leaves your lips as you awaken from the memories. It feels like it’s been ages, but from what you can tell, it must only have been minutes since Wanda first began sharing her memories with you. “Oh.”

Cringe. You wish you could have said something, anything more eloquent. Unfortunately, you feel as though you've just been hit by a Mack truck and could nap for a week. It doesn’t help that you were still feeling the effects of lack of sleep for the last couple of weeks.

“I-I’m sorry, I don’t feel so good, is it okay if I lay down somewhere…?” A quick glance around the temple makes you second guess the question you were about to ask. Stone floors did not make a good bed.

With a tone much softer than she had been using, she replied. "Of course, Detka, you only need to ask."

An elegant wave of her slender fingers and gone is the stone temple, replaced by a cozy bedroom. At a cursory glance, you can tell it is a sanctuary of comfort and tranquility, featuring a plush, inviting bed. The room is adorned with personal touches, such as framed photographs of you and Wanda, and artwork that is somehow absolutely your aesthetic. Shelves display a carefully chosen selection of your favorite books, each waiting to be explored. These items add character and give the space a feeling that is unique to you, even though you have never set foot in this place before.

“Come,” A glimpse of Wanda and you are surprised to discover instead of her red and black uniform, she is now garbed in an oversized sweater and some cotton sweatpants.

“You have been holding space for others for so long, it is time you took some well-deserved rest. You work much too hard.”

“Uh s-sure.” About to make a comment that perhaps you should also change, but looking down to find that you are wearing your favorite worn Legolas shirt and some pajama shorts.

“Right. Rest.” Part of you wants to ask when you can return to your home so you can finish studying for your exams, but based on previous conversation, context clues tell you that’s the least of your concerns right now, and Wanda probably wouldn’t be too pleased with that topic of discussion right now.

Wanda takes your hand, leading you to the bed and it takes your overworked brain far longer than you care to admit to realize that she means for you both to share it. Your brain short-circuits at all the factors at play here: Knowing that you yourself are touch-starved; this absolute enchantress of a woman dated an alternate universe’s version of you, even going so far as basically playing housewife and mother of your children, and here she was asking you to share a bed. Sure, she wasn’t asking you to sleep with her, but she was still asking you to share a bed next to her and what if you accidentally spooned her in your sleep, and what if-

”You’re thinking too loudly, malysh.”

“What? You can- you’re a mind reader?!” you panic, backpedaling mentally, praying to every deity that existed that you hadn’t had any unsavory thoughts in her presence, and nearly fainting as you recalled that you in fact, had some rather explicit thoughts from the moment you first saw her.. The mortification alone was enough to put you into an early grave. You weren’t sure how you had missed that during everything she had shown you, but you reasoned you were probably more focused on the physical manifestations of her powers.

"Relax, Y/N. I don't intentionally read minds, at least not anymore. Sometimes, surface thoughts are so loud that I can't help but hear them. Like right now, you're practically yelling them at me," she said, trying to offer a reassuring smile.

Unfortunately, while you were no longer freaking out about having accidentally offended the witch, you were now spiraling down a different path. You were agonizing over the pain you had, and likely were still causing her by thinking so loudly. If you remembered any media involving mind reading, the person with the ability usually suffered greatly at the hands of others unintentionally. Naturally, the average person didn't know how to shield their thoughts, and you were afraid that you might be giving her a migraine. To the woman who had only tried to bring you to a safe place and offer you shelter.

You began to hyperventilate.

Wanda could see that you were spiraling, even without being a mind reader. It was written clearly on your face. However, being able to hear your thoughts helped her identify the source of your anxiety, and she berated herself for not considering that earlier. This version of you lacked confidence, and it was now Wanda's responsibility to help rebuild it. At least, according to her.

"Your parents really did a number on you, didn't they, detka?"

Cool hands gently held your cheeks, pulling you out of your thoughts. Suddenly, Wanda invades your personal space, and the scent of vanilla fills your nostrils, momentarily distracting you from what was happening.

"We're just going to take a nap, okay Y/N? You don't have to worry about anything. I'm not bothered by any of those thoughts you have." A leering grin unfurls across her face.

“If anything I’m quite flattered by them.” She winks.

Heat flashes across your body, and you can’t tell if you were embarrassed, aroused, or both. Unfortunately, you knew your thoughts were likely betraying you. Gods, if only the floor could just open up right now and swallow you into the abyss. Yes, that would be fantastic.

"However, there is time enough for such things later. It's been years, Y/N, and I've just got you back. Nap with me, please?" The witch's eyes gaze longingly into yours, and well, when she looks at you like that, how could you say "no"?

She leads you to the bed and, with the practiced ease of her time in Westview, pulls you into her embrace as the little spoon. Earlier, you had been worried about accidentally touching her inappropriately or having a dirty dream. Now though, with her arms wrapped so protectively around you, sleep claims you almost instantaneously.

#Wanda maximoff x reader #dark!wanda x reader #wanda maximoff x fem!reader #wanda maximoff x f!reader #wanda maximoff x female reader #dark!wanda maximoff #dark!wanda maximoff x reader #wanda x reader #dark wanda x reader

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lemonmatronics · 5 months

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THE POPPY PLAYTIME CHAPTER 3 TRAILER IS SOOO!,?!.?.!.

What a great treat to wake up to—Excuse me while I go insane and spill some thoughts, reactions, theories, and predictions below please

ahem

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

SO LIKE FIRST OFF this chapter is gonna fuck, like this looks SO good holy shit

The setting and environment looks amazing but also the new hands mechanic along with the mask ohhhh this is gonna be FUN

Okay rambling about screenshots I took time

First off the environments look great, holy wow

The house itself looks kinda small so idk if that is the orphanage itself or some kind of set. Cause you can see fake sky walls around it, but like this is Playtime Co they would definitely do that to the orphanage also to give an illusion of outside. Either way it looks GREAT and I’m really excited to explore this setting

Just a nice shot of all the critters

I’m really curious if all the critters are gonna be utilized somehow. We know about Catnap and Dogday already, especially after the trailer itself. Though there was also the footage of Bobby running down the hall, looking like a normal plushie, and possibly seeing Hoppy in the trailer too. (I’ll touch on that later)

New Poster

Definitely looks like some company propaganda to try and keep kids from being afraid of CatNap. Judging by the files we got before looks like the results were a mixed bag. Considering the gas is there in the poster it’s definitely a company only poster, not something they could sell outside. They manipulated this kids so bad man :(

A CLEANER LOOK OF THIS THING,,,

THATS A SKELETON COMING OUT OF PUGAPILLAR’S MOUTH…Like that’s just straight up human remains.

I don’t think we’ve ever seen that before in this game. Like blood yeah plenty but BONES? They’re definitely amping things up for this chapter and I’m 100% here for it.

Besides that there’s a ton of plushies and such stabbed onto this weird thing. Is it a shrine? It doesn’t look like it could really move tbh, and if it was meant to be alive those parts aren’t doing anything to help it.

This poor mf

I’ve seen a lot of people speculate this is DogDay, which is a valid guess, but tbh my first thought was Hoppy. You can tell they have long droopy ears, which lines up with both candidates to me. Though I think the ears look a bit slimmer than what Dog Day’d would be, plus the angle on the head looks more like they’re dropping from the top of the head rather than the sides. I feel like if this was DogDay the whole head silhouette would be different because of the ears, which makes me lean towards Hoppy more.

I know her toy gives her long pointed up ears, but going off art and animation her ears can definitely fold

So I don’t think it’s out of the question that as a Bigger Bodies being her ears could fold over like that, especially while stuck like this.

Now I could be the one wrong here but I really think this is Hoppy. Won’t know until the game itself though so, I won’t treat either as divinities yet. It could just as easily be the case everyone else is right and it is DogDay, there’s evidence for that as well (Again, I’ll touch on that later).

So much happened here where do I even start

Obvious out the bat I guess, Kissy Missy is back!! And looks like Poppy isn’t ditching us alone either! Man I cannot tell it Poppy is good or not at this point, gray area? Trailer dialogue definitely sounded like she was supporting us.

“We’re coming! Just hold on!”

It’s really nice seeing Kissy back, really excited to see how she’s gonna help and play into this. I’ve been on the stance that she’s good ever since she helped in chapter 2 so this is really cathartic for me lmao.

As for what Poppy says here I found it interesting, like really interesting. Like, hearing it the first time made me think she casually confirmed something massive interesting. Granted, actually thinking about it longer, it could mean something else entirely. But was that the whole point?

“What’s happening down here is bigger than all of us. I need you. So we can revenge on those monsters who’ve tortured you, who’ve tortured us.”

“Those monsters who’ve tortured you”

Now, once I thought about it this is most likely referring to the literal monsters in the factory. Huggy, Mommy, CatNap, so on and such. But that’s not what my initial assumption was.

When Poppy referred to “monsters”, by first thought was the people working at the factory. I thought she said people at the factory tortured us.

I thought she confirmed that we’re a toy.

Once I thought about it longer, it doesn’t actually confirm that. But what if that’s the entire point? A double meaning line?

Now the player being a toy theory is something that’s been around since chapter 1, a theory I’ve fully stood by since then and still do. I like to think that’s why our character is completely silent, we’re a toy that can’t speak. Mute toys is something we’ve seen plenty of in the factory, more so than toys that actually talk. (Unless you count stuff like the Smiling Critters cartoon or the cardboard cutouts, but I’m talking purely living beings here.)

So while this doesn’t confirm the theory, this line is definitely throwing wood into the fire for me.

DogDay

Wether or not the chained Bigger Body above us DogDay or Hoppy, we have it confirmed here that DogDay is featured heavily in this chapter as an enemy. Again, I really wonder if the other Smiling Critters will show up as threats as well. Maybe a mixed bag of good and bad critters. If the chained up Bigger Body is DogDay, I wonder why he chases us after we assumingely set him free.

One note I’ll give that is to evidence for the chained bigger body being DogDay is that in the thumbnail you can see a shackle on his wrist

His arms are also long and lanky, which is why I won’t completely rule out it possibly being him there. It’s just as possible that it is him, both feel very plausible to me.

Though looking at the game footage, I’m not sure if can can see anything on his wrists. Additionally his arms look much wider than the one in thumbnail.

Additionally, the DogDay in the thumbnail looks so much like a…mascot suit? You can see seams and stitches all over him. Even other Bigger Bodies don’t look like that. Which is something I wanna give its own post to to figure deeper on.

So is this even the same DogDay at all?

It’s not completely out of the question there could be multiple DogDays, though that begs the question, what about other Smiling Critters? What about other toys as a whole?

Here’s my prediction on it. One Bigger Bodies experiment, and then there’s smaller ones approximately the size of their normal toys.

I think the DogDay in the thumbnail is a result of the Bigger Bodies testing, and the one actually chasing us is just a smaller more “normal” DogDay.

But if that’s true then it begs the question, what about other critters? We’ve seen a smaller Bobby before, does she also have a Bigger Bodies version?

Do they all have a Bigger Bodies equivalent?

Is there still a normal CatNap?

Again, all speculation but this chapter especially is really tickling my brain.

And finally we’ve got the man of the hour

Man he is so much lankier than I thought he would be. That definitely explains why his face was so high up on that one cam footage though. Here I was thinking he’d be bulky!

There isn’t too much to say here other than CatNap is definitely gonna be an imposing threat, and I’m very excited to see him in game. So far we’ve mainly seen him through silhouettes, and light peeks at small portions of his design. Seeing him better is game is gonna be a thrill and I’m so ready for it!

Additionally, just for the sake of adding on, we’ve seen these posters apparently from overseas get spread around lately

Both of these definitely look like they’re meant to be company only posters, ones you’d find in the schooling and orphanage areas.

The left poster telling kids to go inside right away when recess is up, nothing super deep here. Just a peek at the schooling that had here, and that these kids had their lives completely contained within the factory.

The second poster is CatNap telling Huggy to go to sleep, another attempt at convincing children CatNap isn’t dangerous. If Huggy is fine they will be too, right?

Anyways that’s my initial thoughts and reactions right after watching the trailer. VERY excited about this game, it’s been awhile since I’ve been able to brainstorm on my own over a game like this so I’m really looking forward to what this chapter has to give.

#long post #poppy playtime #poppy playtime chapter 3 #catnap #poppy playtime catnap #huggy wuggy #kissy missy #dogday #poppy playtime theory

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just-wrting · 6 months

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Fell For You

Title: Fell For You

Pairing: LA!Vinsmoke Sanji x Reader

Summary: You know that a certain charming cook gets feelings easily, but when he asks for your help, you can't refuse.

Word Count: 1629

Master List

A/N: I promise I've been working on this stuff, life just isn't cooperating with me. If it's not feeling physically like shit, it's having a rough time mentally or just working at a weird time. I'll make my way through this list eventually just maybe when I do a challenge it'll be after seeing my neurologist.

It’s been a week since you noticed the change. When you first met, you didn't think he had been flirting with you, but now you have the feeling he is. It’s a bit of a surprise really, considering not many men have ever been into you.

It started with small gestures, your favorite foods more often, and frequent snacks. Then it escalated to a pet name and gentle hands on your shoulders during fights. You aren’t opposed to any of these things, it just confuses you.

“Man, it must be nice to get an extra portion,” Luffy whines. “Sanji, can I have more meat?”

“Since there’s more than enough, yes. Just stop asking (Y/N) for their portions.”

You watch Sanji as he piles Luffy’s plate with more food. It’s impressive how much he’s able to put away without getting sick. You wouldn’t mind giving him some of your food, Sanji has just gotten a bit protective.

It’s not completely unwarranted, you’ve never been good at fighting. In fact, you’re so terrible at it that you’re wondering how you ended up as a pirate. Maybe fate had interesting ways of making you miserable. Being with the Strawhats made it easier to deal with.

“I prefer smaller meals anyway, so I don’t mind sharing,” you reassure Luffy. “I’ve gotta save room for the best part of the meal, dessert.”

Sanji hovers around you. You’d rather have him sit down, but he’s stubborn and has yet to actually sit next to you. Whenever you offer, he gets this odd look on his face and mumbles some sort of excuse.

“It’s your lucky day then, mon chou, I’ve made some eclairs.”

He sets the tray in front of you, giving you a soft smile. You’re unsure of what a mon chou is, but you let him call you that. He seems quite happy when you respond to it, so you’ll play along a little longer.

The eclair is firm, with a sweet cream filling. The chocolate is semi-sweet, having a bit of a bitter taste which is nice and makes the pastry not overpoweringly sweet. Not that you would care, dessert is dessert, and Sanji has made some amazing treats. You could get used to this sort of treatment.

—-

Almost everyone else is asleep, but you can’t help yourself. Most of the eclairs were eaten while you savored yours, so you’re craving another. Sanji promised you he’d bring you more later, but he hasn't come yet.

You know he’s awake, when you see the table covered in various desserts. There’s brownies cut neatly into squares and hearts, cookies of all different types, and even mini cakes halfway decorated. It’s an impressive layout, and you can’t wait to dig in.

“I don’t think he’ll mind,” you whisper, trying to convince yourself that your crime will be okay. “He won’t even notice if a few of these are missing.”

“Actually, I keep track of all the food we have on the Merry,” Sanji says from behind you. “Though if it’s you, I don’t mind if some go missing.”

You pull a chair closer to the table and wave him over. “Since you’re the chef, where do I start?”

Sanji is slow to take a seat, and he makes sure to sit a ways away. “As long as you like them all, it doesn’t matter. Do tell me how they taste, as a favor.”

You give him a cheeky grin. “Oh, you’re asking me for favors now? You’ll owe me a favor then.”

He looks away from you, so you dig in. The first dessert is the colorful array of macaroons. They melt on your tongue and the tartness of fresh raspberries pairs well with the sweetness of the cream, and you close your eyes to savor the taste. It’s such a delicate sort of cookie that you can’t help but enjoy.

Sanji’s gaze makes you feel a bit warm, wondering if you got it all over your face somehow. It doesn’t stop you from savoring the treat.

“Give me another one,” you demand, eyes still closed. “I want it to be a surprise.”

There’s a pause. After a moment, you hear a fork against a plate. You feel like maybe you’re teasing him, but you don’t want to open your eyes. You’d like to try to guess what he’s feeding you.

“Open up.” His voice is barely a whisper.

You comply, feeling the rich cake settle on your tongue. As soon as you feel the fork drop it, you close your mouth to savor the cake. This one was certainly made with your favor of sweets in mind, with a sweet chocolate taste almost overwhelming your senses. It’s paired with a cherry filling, and you’re shocked by how perfectly it compliments the chocolate.

“This is amazing,” you mumble out, covering your mouth. “I could get used to this.”

After opening your eyes, you’re glad to see Sanji has moved his chair closer to you. The moon light makes his light blonde hair look pale, and you’re tempted to study how handsome he really is. Once he notices you staring however, he looks away from you.

“Can I ask you for another favor?”

You nod. “As long as I can keep trying these.”

You don’t think he hears you, due to the fact that he’s nervously playing with a towel. It doesn’t bother you. It’s clearly something that he isn’t too sure about, so you’ll wait until he’s ready.

“I’ve been having a hard time figuring out how I feel about someone. I don’t think I’ve ever felt like this before,” he explains softly. “Can you help me figure out what it is?”

You toss the last bite of a second macaroon in your mouth. After finishing, you start talking. “Sure. How about you start by closing your eyes.”

After Sanji complies, you scoot closer to him. Waving your hand in front of his face, you’re satisfied that he’s got his eyes tightly closed.

“Think about this person. Just about them during the day to day life. Now tell me what happens. What does your body do?”

Sanji’s face starts to turn red. “Is my face turning red? I get the feeling it is. That and my chest feels tight, my heart is racing, and my stomach feels weird. Not nauseous, but like I can’t eat.”

“I bet your hands are also sweaty, aren’t they?” you ask, and he nods. “Now, can you imagine holding hands with this person? What about kissing them? How about holding them tightly during the night as you sleep?”

Somehow, his face gets more red. “I-” he pauses and swallows hard. “I can.”

“That settles it. I think you have genuine feelings for this person. Perhaps even love them,” you tease.

Suddenly, his eyes shoot open. “I’m sure I left something in the oven.”

As Sanji makes his way to the oven, you pout. While it’s convenient for him to have forgotten something in the oven, you wanted to know who this person is.

Determined to get an answer, you follow him and sit on the counter. You kick your legs back and forth waiting for him to pay attention to you. Thankfully, he sets the next set of cookies on the counter next to you.

“Don’t touch them, they’re hot.”

You ponder his order, still pouting. “Only if you tell me who this person is. Consider it my payment for the favors.”

He sets his hands next to your thighs and leans his head against your shoulder. You can smell his soap due to how close he is and you can feel your heart start to race. Desperate to ignore the feeling, you keep teasing him.

“Is it…” you drawl, “Zoro? Is it because he can wield three swords? That is impressive.”

Sanji lets out a groan. “That green haired oaf? Impossible.”

“Well then, who is it? Come on, Sanji.”

He doesn’t respond and instead continues to rest his head on you. It’s quite cute to see him like this, and you really want to fluster him even more. You’ve got a feeling about who this mystery crush could be, but you want to hear him say it.

“Please. I’ll keep it a secret,” you say in a singsong voice.

Still, the silence drags on. This time, he turns his head to place his nose in the crook of your neck. You have to stifle a giggle since his breath tickles.

“Mon chou, why do you want to know?”

“Maybe I just wanna know about you. Maybe I like the drama. But that doesn’t matter,” you say. “Can I cash in my favor? Right now?”

Sanji nods and mumbles in agreement.

“Then, can you kiss me?”

“Don’t ask such a thing of me, mon chou.”

He pulls his head out of your neck and faces you. You don’t think you’ve ever seen anyone look this flustered, and you know you’ve confirmed it. However, there is a sinking feeling in your stomach.

“Why can’t I? If you do, then I know who you like. If you don’t, then I’ll keep guessing.”

Sanji hums in thought, his face close to yours. All words die in your throat. Despite how nervous you know he is, his hands are steady as he holds your cheek.

“Because I’m not sure if I can stop myself.”

His lips are soft as he kisses you. It’s more tender than you expected, and you wrap your arms around his neck. He tastes sweet, and you find yourself wanting more.

Despite his claims, Sanji keeps his hands on the counter. That doesn’t stop him from kissing you senselessly. You aren’t sure how long you stay like that, though when he finally stops kissing you, the cookies have cooled.

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