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hiiiii i love your blog so much😭😭😭💕💕💕 I absolutely love this mechanic of sending requests🤭🤭
🌶 ex!hobie like an enemies to lover to enemies to lovers again omg does that make sense?😭
anyways have a gorgeous day/night <33 love u!💋
a/n finally starting this. I hope I do it justice for you, doll! I tried my best. I luv this idea sm! I fr and lowk did the plot of 10 things I hate ab you...warnings: praise, small degrading? mocking, p n v, slightly cunty hobie ngl, fem!reader, manhandling, slight dumbification? tad bit angsty, language obvi, angry/make-up sex
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you and hobie had a very difficult relationship. you hated each other all through secondary school, despised each other when you chose the same college, but by second year, you guys were dating. And in love. Or, so you thought. You had been dating each other for a little over eight months, and it was great. until you overheard his mates talking amongst themselves in the halls a few weeks ago.
"ya' owe Spike £50! he made 'er fall in love."
"But i' lasted more than a month! Tha' means I get £70." and other chatter, but by then your ears were ringing so loud you couldn't hear them.
you've never felt your heart drop deeper than that. since then, you had been avoiding Hobie like the damn plague. Every text, call, ignoring him in the halls, lessons. He didn't exist to you no more. you should've known, really. it was hobie. he didn't care about others' feelings. you thought he was in love with you...even though he never said those words, you thought the way he looked at you..spoke to you..touched you, held all his feelings. Guess you were fucking wrong.
you were walking home from college, your heart still heavy weeks later. you felt betrayed. but who were you to think Hobie could be a genuine, nice, committed person?
he's the same guy who threw a dictionary at your head in year 10.
you got dragged out your thoughts by someone following behind you, and you immediately recognised the thumping boots on the pavement.
"Oi! Wai' up." Hobie barked, his lanky stature making him next to you in no time. "The fuck is going on wit' you? Ya've been ignoring me fo' weeks!" He said, his hands shoved into his pockets.
"You noticed? Colour me surprised." You scoffed, not even looking at him, despite feeling his eyes bore into you. his face scrunched, eyes narrowing.
"A'ight, the fuck 'as gotten you into such a foul mood?" He asked curtly. You ignored him, letting out an incredulous huff. He really doesn't know what he did? What a dick.
You walked up the steps of your house, hearing him quickly follow you as you unlocked the door. Nobody was home, that'd be good if you get into a screaming match with hobie. You left the door open for him, knowing he'd just let himself in either way.
"Ya gonna fuckin' speak to me, or what?" He scoffed, slamming the door shut with his foot before approaching you. You couldn't help yourself.
"How much money did you get?" you spun round, throwing your bag to the armchair, along with your keys as you stared at him. You saw his face twitch, anger leaving, confusion and...worry replacing it.
"Wha'? What're you talkin' 'bout?" He asked, brows pinching together. "How much money did you get when you bet that you could get me to date you?" You reiterated, extending it so his simple brain could click. You watch his face fall, and it almost made you laugh at his dumbfounded face.
"W-wait — baby, it's not wha' you think." He panicked, reaching out for you and winced when you slapped his hands away.
"Oh, fuck off with that. I don't wanna hear it. I was just a bet to you, all this time? Everything we ever did, every kiss, every touch, every fuck, every date — a lie." You rambled, your emotions getting the better of you, eyes filling with tears as you stared at him, gesturing wildly.
"Shh shh, ay — calm down -"
"Don't tell me to calm down!"
"Calm down then." You glared at him. "You're a fucking joke. I wish we never dated. It was all a fucking bet to you! I was just some extra cash!" You yelled.
"Not anymore." His voice raised above yours, startling you. He never shouts at you — not really. "The fuck is that supposed to mean? Not anymore?" You hissed, your brows furrowing together as your nose scrunched. "Just stop fuckin' talking! You're making no sense, Hobart, you're literally so fuckin' st—" you got rudely cut off by his lips smashing against yours, his hands on your cheeks.
You tried your hardest not to melt into him, the two sides of your head wrestling. You haven't felt his kisses in weeks, you missed them. but on the other hand, it's probably fake. that gave you enough courage to put your hands flat against his chest and shove him away, shaking your head as you wiped your lips, as if you were getting rid of his kiss.
"No, no! You don't get to kiss me and —..and think everything's okay! It's not! You're a selfish, self centered, rude, arrogant cunt. These last eight months were a waste of my time. I could've been fucking alot hotter in this time." Your words flew out your mouth before you even had time to truly consider them, but honestly? he deserved that. you watched him stare at you, his eyes darkening but his breathing surprisingly calm.
He moved towards you, you stepped back, he stepped forward, until your back hit the wall. his hand gripped your jaw, forcing your head up to him as you let out a quiet grunt.
"Tha' so? Jus' a big ol' waste of time for ya?" He asked lowly, tilting his head at you as his stature blocked out anything else.
"Was just a bet to you," you shrugged. "so, why you throwin' a fit?" you watch him run his tongue along the inside of his cheek, glancing off briefly before his eyes dragged back to you.
"Lemme tell you sum, doll. You're real fuckin' stupid." his lips crashed back against yours in an aggressive, but needy kiss. His hand on your jaw drifted through your hair to the back of your head, forcing you close to him. you kiss back absentmindedly, your hands finding purchase on his shoulders, balling his shirt in your hand and yanking him flush against you, making him groan.
His free hand trailed down, fumbling with your jean button and pulling them down to your mid thigh before he pulled away from the kiss. He gripped your hair, not tightly, but enough to maneuver you to the sofa, bending you over the arm rest. you gasp, your hands bracing yourself and attempting to push yourself off the armrest, only to be pushed back down by Hobie's large, calloused hand between your shoulder blades.
"Stay down. Lemme do my shit." He huffed, sounding fed up as he practically ripped off your panties. you shivered at the cool air, feeling his hands pull down the rest of your jeans, spreading your legs.
"Ya' could've fucked hotter, y'say? Can hotter make you cum fifteen times in one night?" He scoffed, grabbing a handful of your ass, making you huff.
"Oh, fuck off with that already. It happened one time!" you tilted your head back at him, watching him fumble with his belt, dipping his hand into his briefs.
"Don' look at me like tha'. Might jus' hit tha' score again." his breath hitched as he swiped his tip through your folds, making your eyes flutter shut. Three weeks and no sex, and definitely not in the mood to touch yourself, it's safe to say you're pretty pent up.
"Please," you whisper, feeling his tip repeatedly hit your clit, making you jolt or twitch each time.
"Please, wha'? Please forgive me for bein' a miscommunicating bitch? Please forgive me for not talking to you? Please fuck me?" He mocked, watching as you glare at him and grind your teeth.
"The last one." You hissed. You had no reason to apologise! who the fuck did he think he is?
"Ah, righ'. The impor'an' one." He lined himself up with your entrance, tucking his pierced bottom lip in his teeth, sinking into you with a throaty groan from himself and a whimper from you.
"Fuck. I fuckin' missed you. You n this pussy s'bad." He drawled, already pussy drunk. You clawed at the sofa, feeling his hand force your back to arch as he set a steady pace, watching him disappear inside you, the view hypnotising.
"Oh, fuck. Hobie — Hobie!" you squealed, hands fumbling to grip onto something - settling on a nearby cushion. The armrest of the sofa was right at your lower abdomen, pushing on the bulge of him, heightening the pleasure. He speeds up, a bruising grip on your hips, huffy growls spilling his mouth as he watched how your ass jiggled everytime his hips snapped against yours.
"Yeahh, tha's wha' I thought. Ya' jus' needed to get dumb on my dick again, didncha?" He mockingly cooed, slapping your ass.
"Sh-shut the fuck up n jus' fuck me." You scoffed, leaning back to hold his arm, purposefully digging your nails into his forearm alot harder than needed. He grabbed your arm, pinning it to your back.
"Oh? Still talkin' tha' talk, eh?" he smirked, making his strokes slower but harder and deeper, watching how your eyes flutter before rolling to the back of your head. he grinned.
"oh shiit. feels s'good - fuck." you whined, burying your face into the sofa. he hummed, running his hands over your waist.
"Yeah, I know. I fuck ya' dumb, don' I?" He rhetorically asked, not expecting much of an answer as his thrusts finally sped back up, hitting that sweet spot inside of you, making your legs shake. "Hobie - shit. can I come? please?" You whined, pushing your hips to meet his with a loud gasp. Fuck, your head was spinning. You swear you could see white spots in your closed eyes.
"C'mon. Be a good girl, y'got it. Tha'sss it. Fuck, yeah, cum all over this dick, sweetheart." He coaxed you through your well pent up orgasm, your loud moans bouncing off the walls.
"Fuck, look at her. Always coverin' me in her mess." He hummed, pulling out of you and watching your release drip down. He softly grabbed you, sliding you up the sofa so you were now sat on his lap, too dazed to even feel his still hard cock resting just below your wet, throbbing cunt. You were panting, unfocused until you felt his finger tap your cheek.
"Cmon. I gotta talk t'ya'." He murmured, his other hand rubbing your back. "M'listening." He sucked in a harsh breath.
"Yes, you started as a bet," He began, feeling your body tense. "But, but. You're not anymore. It was selfish, yes, i know. And I regre' i' everyday, n' 'specially not tellin' you 'bout it. I fell in love with you. I am in love with you. Which is why 'it went on for so long'. It got real. m' infatuated wit' ya, my luv." He explained, his perfect face scrunched up as he thought carefully. you could cry. he just fucked your brains out, now he's giving you a love confession.
"I love you, sweetheart." He added in a soft whisper, glancing down at you. You guys hadn't said i love you yet. But he just did. After fucking your brains out. Romantic. You leant up, sniffling softly as you placed a quick kiss to his lips."You promise?"
"I pinky fuckin' swear it. cross my heart, hope to die." He kissed you lovingly, his hand on your cheek as he did so, the other hand trailing up your thigh, his thumb just brushing over your sensitive clit. you broke the kiss, gasping softly.
"what're you doin'?" you asked, feeling him rub small circles onto your clit, making your hands grip his shoulders.
"we got fourteen more ta go, baby."
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i feel like i sped ran all of ur posts i’m in luv <33 do u think i could maybe… be…🫧-anon??
anyways here’s me little brainrot on scaramouche/wanderer bc i love him
pervy!scara who would hide u under his desk during fatui meetings and make you suck and kiss his cock, all the while you have to hold back whimpers in fear of being discovered :((
yandere!scara who would slowly isolate you from everyone else until you feel abandoned :( but don’t worry! he’s dealt with plently of betrayals, all you need is him!
thinking about a yan!scara x touch starved/traumatized reader scenario. reader genuinely loves scara, and all their past trauma just makes them that much more attached to him. they look past all the red flags and think that this is the best thing for them!! Of course, scara is happy to receive the love, and gladly gives them everything they want :)) scara controls readers surroundings just to make them that much more attached and needy for him and his help! what a good boyfriend he is!
minor writing smut, dni if uncomfortable!!!
omg nonnie!!! ofc you can be 🫧 anon!!! i will write about these in order they’re just too good :(
tw: noncon/dubcon idrk which one of the two to classify this as, i think that’s it tbh
i love love love the idea of pervy scara!!!! and i think it’s just that much better when it’s not in an au or anything so that there’s the power difference of him being a harbinger :( he’d make sure he got to the meeting before anyone else just so that he could feel your mouth wrapped around him during the boring discussions that just seem to drag on for so long :( if he thought you were having it too easy he’d quickly thrust up his hips, just enough to make you gag around him though, he does still have a reputation to keep :(
tw: yandere, heavy stockholm syndrome, like really heavy, like that’s almost entirely what this part is about you’ve been warned, isolation
i think he’d be the most likely to do this out of all the genshin yanderes, he’s just so so mean and so so lonely (and tbh a little bit pathetic and soggy but that’s part of his charm) he wouldn’t want you to look at anyone but him :( i think if his usual punishments with pain and degradation weren’t working he’d even take it a step further and leave you alone in a room for however it takes you to break :( he’d bring you 3 meals a day and plenty of water though!! he’d just ignore you whenever you tried to touch him or even just talk to him :( he’d look at you like you like you’re just a disgusting speck of dirt to him, and that’d continue until eventually you’d break and end up begging him to talk to you, to touch you again, to just do something so that you know you aren’t completely alone :( i think if what you did to deserve that punishment was bad enough he’d let it go in past that point, waiting until you’re clinging to his clothes, full on sobbing for him to pay attention to you again, and physically not letting him leave, then he’d bend down and gently wrap you up in his arms, cooing soft praises and sweet little nothings at you while he reassures you that, “shh, shh, it’s all ok, i’m here now, you don’t have to be scared anymore. i’ll take care of you, it’ll be just how it’s supposed to be.” :( he’d run you a nice, warm bath and pretend like he wasn’t also the one who did this to you, still holding you in his arms and whispering sweet, comforting little words and phrases in your ear :(
tw: yandere, kinda sorta stockholmish??? definitely not as bad as the last one but it’s kinda there, toxic relationships
i think this one is especially good with scara cause i think he’d be just so sad whenever his darling is mean to him, so when you actually, genuinely love him for who his is, obsessiveness and all, he’s overjoyed!! and he’s even more excited when you seek him out yourself and ask him for cuddles or a kiss or even just to sit next to him for a while :( i think he’d try to test you in the early stages of your relationship, just to make sure you aren’t pretending to love him back while you secretly plan to leave him. poor scara has trust issues, can you really blame him? :( besides, he’s made all his red flags more than clear by now, if you’re dumb enough to ignore them then that’s no skin off his back. after he decides you’ve passed his tests he’d become a lot more comfortable showing his true colors with you, gradually adding more rules and restrictions to your schedule, not letting you leave the house unless you’re with him, adding a lock to the outside of your bedroom door and not letting you have a key, making sure to always keep some rope around “just in case” :( eventually, it’d turn into you not being allowed to leave the house at all, and you constantly being in his arms or tied up when he can’t hold you himself. he knows you won’t mind as long as he continues to ravish you with his love and attention though. you’re just so perfect for him, how did he get so lucky? :(
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Sexually Frustrated
Summary: You and Vernon have been busy with work which meant it had been so long since y'all had been intimate. You were sexually frustrated and just wanted him to fuck you till you couldn't think straight anymore. Vernon was almost always calm in general but that didn't mean he tolerated bad behaviour from anyone, especially you. He just wanted you to be his good little girl.
Smut warnings: fingering, blowjob, unprotected sex (this is just fiction, don't do this irl), choking, a lil spanking wouldn't hurt would it?, dirty talk, spit kink (well it's Vernon, the black eye singer) Marking, handcuffs, degradation, pet names (whore, slut, baby) it's just really slutty hehehee so please scroll away if you're not comfortable.
Pairing: Dom!Vernon x brat!reader
Author's note: I'm new to Tumblr and this is my first post so I hope you guys like it. I luv u <3 Please ignore any grammatical mistakes.
You were horny.
It has been so long since Vernon and you have spent any intimate time together as you both were busy with work. It's 3 a.m. You're trying to sleep but are sexually frustrated. You didn't want to wake him up but you were horny and just wanted to fuck him so you came up with a plan, which you were probably gonna regret later.
You got up from the bed, went to the closet, undressed yourself, and wore his plain white t-shirt with nothing under it. He has always had a thing for seeing you in his clothes, especially when you wear nothing under them.
You felt a little guilty and selfish for doing this right now, at midnight when he was exhausted from work. Your need was taking over you.
You opened the drawer and smirked when you took out a pair of handcuffs. Oh, you are so gonna regret this later. You walked up to him who was in deep sleep, and slowly handcuffed him to the bed.
You hovered above him and kissed him which slowly awakened him. "y/n what are you doin-" That's when he realized he was cuffed to the bed "What the fuck are you doing? Uncuff me right now" fuck, his voice was so deep. He was completely awake now.
"Shh" You put your finger on his lips and just smirked. You moved to the edge of the bed while maintaining eye contact with him. He noticed what you were wearing and gasped.
He never liked the idea of you touching yourself. He thought it wasn't necessary as he was your boyfriend and was always there to help you out and anyway, he should be the only one touching you, It made no sense to him and he never allowed you to do that.
Well, what's the worst that could happen?, you thought before slowly moving your hands to your vagina "Don't" he warned. You just raised your eyebrow in a, 'or else what' way. You moaned when you put your finger inside your vagina. His mouth watered at the sight of your wetness. So you were that horny.
Your other hand went to your right boob, squeezing it when you added another finger into your hole. He could practically see your hardened nipples through your/his t-shirt which made him groan. He just wanted to grab them, slap them and suck the shit out of them.
You bit your lip and moaned his name, which didn't make it any easier for him. You increased your pace as you added another finger "fuck Vernon" your moans getting a little louder "I swear to god y/n if you don't stop right now I'll fuck you so hard that the only thing you'll remember is, My name" as if you wouldn't like that.
Even if this was getting you to your high, nothing could compare to him. He always knew how to please you and make you cum in seconds. He watched you with a glare, his jaw tight. You were close and you knew he was rock-hard under the sheets. "ahh oh my god fuck" With that you came, breathing heavily.
"Are you done now?" He wriggled his hands as if that would free his hands. "Untie me, this instant" You ignored him and uncovered his almost naked body by removing the sheets.
You sat on his lap and leaned over to his face. You licked his lips but moved away quickly when he tried to kiss you. He groaned "Stop playing" You chuckled as slid your hands on his abs, licking them after.
"Hmm, Where's the fun in that?" You tucked on his boxers and pulled them down, His beautiful dick on display. You went down and kissed the tip, licking his sides as you know he hates being teased.
You had only one goal tonight, Pushing his buttons so he'll fuck you like you deserve.
"Fuck, don't tease me" You looked at him and batted your eyelashes at him. He groaned and clenched his jaw "Please" You smiled and finally started sucking him. He was huge so you couldn't get him full in your mouth so you used your hands too. You increased your pace and started bobbing your head.
He wanted to grab your hair and fuck your mouth but he groaned cause he couldn't do that. You moan when he thrusts his dick upwards, which sends vibrations across his body. He was close, but not for long as you pulled away right before he could cum.
You grinned at him, who lost his tempo "What the actual fuck y/n?" he groaned loudly. You thought he was riled up enough and would fuck you good now. You were intimidated but still proceeded to uncuff him. He flipped you over the moment you threw the cuffs away. He gave you no time to adjust as he thrusts his dick into you. You moaned loudly
"Such a fucking slut" he spanked you "All this just so I could fuck hard, right?" he spanked you again and choked you when you didn't answer "Answer me, whore" He wasn't vocal in bed in the starting but he knows you get off faster when he talks dirty and calls you names, so he's been doing that quite a lot lately.
"Ah yes, It's just fun to see you like this" You grinned as he rolled his eyes. He tapped your cheek "Open" he demanded, If you were in a brattier mood you would've said 'Make me' but right now he was already infuriated, so you obeyed him and opened your mouth allowing him to spit in your mouth. You swallowed it "Good girl"
"You could've just asked me what you wanted and I'd give it to you like a good boyfriend, but no. A brat like you would always choose the hard way" He groaned when you clenched his dick
"Ple-please" he spanked you "Please what?" he knew you were in no place to even utter words which made him grin "Say it babe, say what you want like a good girl and I'll give it to you"
You sobbed when he hit your G-spot "Aww already crying?" he wiped your tear before thrusting harder. He pushed his finger into your mouth, making you suck it. He spat on your face and smudged it. He held your jaw "You should've just behaved baby" It was always such a sight to see this side of Vernon, it was hot.
He spat on your boobs before slapping them. He leaned forward to suck them "Fu-fuck Vernon I'm close, ple-please" you sobbed, He chuckled "Come for me baby" You clenched around him which made him groan and grab your hips harder. It would surely leave marks.
"You fuck me so go-good god, I love you" He kissed you "I love you too baby" His thrusts became sloppier. You moaned loudly as you came. He came soon after.
You hugged him. He chuckled as he was caressing your cheek "You didn't think we were done, did you? I know it's been a while since we've fucked and maybe that's what made you forget your fucking manners"
He moved his finger to your lips, playing with them "So Tonight, I'll fuck some senses into that dumb brain of yours"
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Jealous Hobie
Miles talking with Ganke about the latest One Piece episode and hyping for Gear 5 Luffy. The two are so close they like to hug and snuggle while watching movies or anything friendship bonding.
Anyway!
Hobie decides to drops in on Miles' dorm to surprise him with a cute date, he saw how his boo is snuggling and sharing a blanket with Ganke. The two unaware of Hobie coming into the window, because they are so busy laughing, chatting, even sharing snacks while watching their anime.
Miles eyes on the tablet: Yo that's sick! He's JOYBOY! -fed his best friend some popcorn-
Ganke chews on the popcorn: Right! This shit is so fire! -they sat closer to have a better view while having the blanket covering them-
Hobie press his lips being annoyed seeing his boo giving the same affection to his best friend instead of him, and got more annoyed that they didn't noticed him. So he purposely made a loud noise or drop his gibson electric guitar on the floor causing them to look at the direction the sound came from.
Miles noticed his bf: Oh Hey, Hobie.
Hobie eyes on the two: Hey, luv... Darling, what's going on over here? -using his hand to show the two why they are so close-
Miles unaware of Hobie being jealous because he never knew Hobie can get jealous or is the jealous type: Oh, me and Ganke are watching a show. Shh, we want to finish the episode -He then lays his head on Ganke's shoulder and Ganke lays his head on Miles'-
Hobie stares almost ready to fight, but held it in. Then he angrily forces his way to be in the middle.
Ganke: YooO! WTF! -popcorn being spilled over the bed-
Miles scooting to the side: Ow, Hobie! What are you doing, man! We're wat-
Hobie sat between them, having one arm around Miles' shoulder: That's more like, ain't that right luv? Aren't i better. Here lay your head right here.
Miles blink in surprised then laughs: Okay, bae.
Ganke rolled his eyes: You know, me and him are just friends right?
Hobie: I'm all for platonic love and friendship, but this man right here -using his hand to squish Miles' face making his lips look like a fish- is mine.
Ganke: Pfft, hey he is all yours.
Miles: Can we just finish the show!
Hobie snuggles Miles being super possessive: Now we can! -then look at the odd show- so what is dis? About pirates, mate? Why do they need gears if they are on a ship, luv?
Ganke and Miles freak out because they forgot Hobie is on a different timeline: OH MY GOD! YOU DON'T KNOW ONE PIECE!
(Part 2)
#punkflower#miles morales#hobie brown#gunk lee#jealous hobie brown#spiderman#spider verse#across the spider verse
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୨୧⊹₊ ˚ ----- 𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒 (mdni ౨ৎ)
ʷᵉˡᶜᵒᵐᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵐʸ ᵖᵃᵍᵉ !!
summary: your new to the office and you and luke work together
౨ female reader; any race/ethnicity reader
"luke this is y/n, y/n this is luke. luke y/n is going to work with you she's going to make sure your on task. i don't care whatever you do. she's good for the job, and she responsible, so just... respect her, okay." micheal said introducing you to his nephew... luke Cooper. luke stared me down blocking out all the words micheal was saying, it was like he was looking at you to see exactly what he was going to do to piss you off, even-though you just met him. "oh, y/n.. if he does anything stupid just call me over." "I'll handle it." you nod. micheal left and it was just you and luke. "so who are you?" luke said crossing his arms pretending to be interested. "im y/n, nice to meet you !!" you say trying to shake hands with the guy but he didn't even raise his hand. "hmm, okay cool.." luke said, to busy listening to his music than to you. "soooo, what are you listening too?" you ask trying to be as nice as possible. "music." luke says dryly trying to hide a small smile from your reactions of his rudeness.
"hey, I have a extra coffee left over." Luke grabbed the coffee and was bringing it over to you until, he purposefully spilled some of the drink through the little whole at the top of the lid on your white button up shirt, which made you gasp. "hey!! I just got this shirt are you serious !!" "it was to tight anyway im pretty sure this place has a dress code." he says looking you in the eyes. " they didn't have my size and I needed a "work" shirt okay !! you look around for a paper towel to wipe he coffee off. "by the way your skirt is way to short too. and your converse are also dirty" luke says trying to piss you off even more. "whatever dickbag..." you didn't even know if that was an actual insult but you said it.
"shit- where did you spill it.." you say trying to see where the spot is. "I don't know" luke shrugged. whenever Luke wants to get someone to like him he just bullies the hell out of them, and that's pretty much what he's doing to you. once he saw you walk though that door he knew exactly what he wanted to say and do to you. same thing goes for you, you thought he was cute, you knew exactly what you wanted him to do to you, and luke knew that.
micheal walked because he heard you yelling, once he realized the situation, he made both of you guys sit down both alone and not be able to get up until 1 hour has past , it was childish but that's the only way you two would maybe apologize to each other. "im sorry for calling you a dickbag, now can you just apologize to me so we can get up.." "what if I don't want to." Luke said raising his eyebrows. "then were gonna be stuck in here for a whole hour and I have stuff to do." you say showing your growing frustration. "okay, what if I want that to happen though?" "why would you want that to happen?" you ask. "cause I like teasing you? do you have a problem with that." you stutter just a little bit, from shock of his words. "shh, you don't gotta say nothing, I already know." Luke says leaning in his chair. the room falls silent while Luke thinks of an idea. "hey y/n right?" Luke questions you say yes. "I already know you like me, by the way you fix your hair, and the way you tremble if I get close to you...soooo with that maybe if we make out it can spend up some of the time hmm?" you were trying to come up with some excuses but you gave in.
we luv a good cliffhanger
#evan peters#Evan Peters fanfic#fanfic#smut#Evan Peters smut#ahs smut#Luke cooper#Luke Cooper fanfic#Luke Cooper smut#the office fanfic#the office#the office smut
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Hello, my name is Uni and im a chronic procrastinator. I've been meaning to post so that way it wasn't just a random year of nothing but as we can see, i did it. Just not like i wanted to. Anyway, here's a little something for ya. I'm still posting backlogs so give me a moment pls. Oki luv u, mwa
CW: NSFW (MDNI), Drug use (fully knowing and mostly willing to do so), minor taste of coercion if you squint a bit, dubcon, Dealers Sugawara and Tendou (this was made as a thing between a friend and I so shh), exhibitionism, reader x Suga.
Help me out?
The party was just as lively as any other, and i was just as bored. Normally while Tendou and Sugawara made deals, i can usually sit in the car and wait til they're done but every so often there's a party that i have to attend with him as his arm candy. I'm not normally one for parties, only going for the sake of someone else normally. Suga used me to his advantage, being bait to lure in new customers and catch the attention of regulars alike. After pointing people in the right direction, i had to occupy myself with something else. With parties like these both of them normally tried pushing new things they made onto party goers, and they'd normally manage to do it with at least one or two for quite the good price.
Being called over to the couch where he sat, selling, was the odd part. He'd usually just leave me to wander around and do as i pleased in order to focus on pitching product. "There's my lovely little sugar cube, here." Koushi proceeds to hand me a small heart shaped baby blue colored pill, making a hand gesture. I simply raise my eyebrow at him, looking the pill over. "Where did this come from?" He sighs but leans his head against the back of the couch, looking up at me with eyes on so pretty. "It's something new Tendou and i made, it's safe, i promise. I tested it already." I keep my expression as i play with the pill in my hand. "Well if you've already tested it, why do i have to take it?" He manages to keep his smile as he explains. "I can't test it for our new clients, love. One, that's a sure way to get robbed. Two, it doesn't look credible. It could look like im overexaggerating or faking. Just be my little tester, baby, please?" He pouts, and it's times like this that i'm reminded that i'd harvest his liver if he weren't so pretty. I sigh heavily and give in, popping the pill in my mouth as Suga grabs my wrist. "Let it sit and dissolve a bit." He catches me quickly as i almost swallow it. He guides me around the side of the couch into his lap, holding me close.
"How's it taste?" He keeps eye contact with me from the moment i sit in his lap, his eyes telling me not to turn around and acknowledge the group of people he was trying to pitch this stuff to. I knew he could tell i was uncomfy, the stares i could feel making me fidget and shift in his hold. I mildly zoned out in a small panic, wondering if i truly looked presentable enough in front of these rich ass kids, their rich ass aunts and uncles, in the nice ass castle of a mansion. Koushi can read me like a book, tapping my thigh to gain my attention again. "Honey, how's it taste?" the look in his eyes is intense, wanting an answer. "Sweet... why does it taste like fruit?" I couldn't help the slightly confused face i made at the flavor, making him chuckle as he turned me so that my back was was against his chest. He held me close and kept his hands on my thighs, prompting me to swat away his hands as they kept creeping higher under my dress. "It's meant to be mixed into a participants drink or be fed to them straight like you. So we made sure it tasted good, like an easily dissolved candy." He always used the word participant when selling in order to not seem like he was promoting assaulting anyone. He might sell drugs but he has at least a few standards.
As the pill in my mouth dissolves, i swallow the rest, continuously swatting at Koushi's hands as he keeps trying to lift my skirt and force his hands between my thighs. It can't have been more than 10 minutes, but things started seeming hazy. My body was feeling hotter than before, like i was going through my own personal heat wave. I was starting to sweat, wanting nothing more than to peel away the dress that began to cling to my skin. It was an uncomfortable heat, causing me to shift and squirm around in my boyfriend's lap as he kept trying to feel me up. I lost track of when but at some point i stopped trying to smack his hands away, allowing his hands to travel up between my thighs and play with me as he kept up with the casual conversation of drugs and life experiences. I could tell i was still being closely observed by the group, though i couldn't really tell if the group had gotten bigger or not. My eyes were closed as my brain tried it's best to sort out the heat, feeling like the pleasure i got from Sugawara simply gently rubbing my clit over my panties was way more than normal.
"Ko..." The whine i let out was quiet, and the response i got was just as quiet. "Yes, love?" I could feel him press his lips against the back of my neck, devil like smirk plastered across his face. " 'M hot... wanna leave..." It seemed like my brain had figured out why i was so hot, so willing to let him touch me, vision so hazy i could barely see straight. I grind against him again and again, the feeling of arousal coursing through every fiber of my being. It was almost like i was having to hold back from fucking him in front of his clientele, feeling that if he'd just fuck my brains out, i'd finally be able to cool down and recollect myself properly.
"Awww, but i wasn't done talking... There's still so much life left in the party." He fakes a pout as i lean my head back against his shoulder with a real one. As he continues mocking my pouting face, i feel his fingers slide under the fabric of my underwear, tracing around my entrance. I involuntarily buck my hips at the feeling, whining and pushing back into him. "Koushi, please... I wanna leave, i can barely sit still or think right... Let's just go home already, promise i'll make it up to you." I beg, making him giggle more into the back of my neck, sliding 2 of his fingers inside witha bit too much ease.
"But sugar, i'm making a sale and you're doing so well for me. You're the perfect little test subject in public, especially for this." I do my best to keep my mouth shut as he quickly picks up the pace, my body feeling even hotter. I turn a little and push more of my face into his neck, breathing in the scent of his cologne as i kiss up and down the side of his neck. The growl he lets out is quiet in my ear, his fingers moving even faster, his free hand wrapped around my lower waist to keep me from squirming away. I burry my face into his neck as much as i can as i release around his fingers, whining loudly in his ear. The heat subsided for a second, allowing me to catch my breath before coming back tenfold. I could feel Suga mildly grinding into me, still managing to talk to the people that surrounded us.
"Yeah, one sec..." He puts his mouth against my ear, starting to slowly move his fingers again. "Babe, you could've just said you were that horny, our friends here wouldn't mind a show. How about you get on your knees and help me focus so i can make this sale, then i'll take you home and fuck you like you want." The preposition was too good to pass up, but for different reasons than i expected. I slid off of his lap and settled onto my knees in front of him, mouth watering. He smiled from around his coated fingers, placing his other hand on my head and ruffling my hair.
He lets go of his fingers, muttering about how good i taste, before undoing his pants and sliding himself out. His tip is flushed and drooling just as much as i am, his hand taking a tight hold of my hair as he pulls me closer so that his length rests against my face, eyes locking as he stares down at me. "God, you look so pretty when you're this eager for me." He turns his attention to the group of people who haven't moved nor turned away, my eyes sliding to see them out of my peripheral. "See? Just 10 minutes ago she was swatting away my hands under her dress and worried about you all watching. Now, she's on her knees, drooling for me, and unbothered by you guys." He gives them that same thousand watt smile, my mind spinning with the small thought that it's only been 10 minutes. He lets go of my head, leaning back completely as he keeps his eyes on the group and motions to me with his hand. I go to reach for him only for him to smack my hand and make the same gesture. I pout but obey none the less and take him as far as i can into my mouth, pulling up to swirl my tongue around the head.
He lets out a minor groan, taking a deep breath as he relaxes in his seat. "A question... Does it work on both men and women?" I hear a younger woman, hair long and dress longer, ask. He nods and hums in affirmation. "I test everything my partner and i make, and she just thought i was being a horny pervert. This is the first time she's even seen it. Guaranteed to work on anyone who doesn't have a viagra addiction." He manages to rouse a small chuckle from the group, groaning more himself as i go faster than before. "Fuck.. So, what are we thinking? Got a deal or two?" I hear a few yes's and confirmations, but i can hear a hum of apprehension. I pull off of him with a gasp, moving to suck on his balls as i see him raise his brow.
"What's wrong now, Harry?" He has this determined look on his face, only faltering a bit when i make my way back up to his dick and far enough down him to gag. "I'm just a bit skeptical is all, i mean, how do we know she's not faking? Or just a whore in general." At that moment, i feel Suga's hand on the back of my head, pulling me off and pulling me back onto his lap. I squirm around, mildly helping him as he pulls my dress up to my waist and my panties to the side, sliding in with ease. I toss my head back against his shoulder and moan as he immediately starts moving. "A couple of things, Harry. Number 1, i dont appreciate you talking about my girl that way. If anything, all of you are getting a front row seat to something i only get behind closed doors. Consider yourself lucky for the view and watch your mouth. Number 2, I assure you, it's genuine. Under normal circumstances, she'd have gotten off my lap awhile ago and probably slapped me for trying to touch her during a public party."
He pulls the neckline of my dress down beneath my chest, taking my tits in his hands as he turns and plants both feet firmly on the ground to fuck me even harder. I squeal at the change, letting him have me any way he pleases, moaning loud enough for at least the people in the kitchen to hear me over the music. I hear a few more confirmations of deals to the side as he leans to whisper in my ear. "Look at you... Look at how much money you're making me. You really are a good luck charm, aren't you? So fuckin' good for me, bet if i asked you to suck one of them off to close a deal you would, wouldn't you? Fucking dumb slut." I whine loudly at his words, moving my hips to grind against him as he brings himself to a stop and moves a hand to wrap it around my neck, choking me as he tells me to keep going. I put my arms on his thighs and use what mild strength i have left to fuck myself onto him, having him let go of my throat and chest to instead opt for my waist.
The more desperate i get, the faster i get, Suga encouraging me by telling me he's close and to make us both cum. I hit the wall before he does, sitting firmly on his dick as he starts thrusting up into me again until he fills me in front of his clients. He pulls me close, taking a moment to catch his breath against my neck before pressing a kiss against my jugular holding me tightly as he looks back over to the group. "Now, which of you wanted to make a deal again?" I turn my head slightly to see the now even larger group of people, everyone with a hand raised. "Wonderful."
#haikyuu!! smut#sugawara smut#RexyWrites#sugawara x reader#haikyu x reader#dealer!Sugawara#sugawara koushi#hq#hq x reader#hq smut
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I luv your fics soooo much! (≧∀≦)
Could you do Ler!obanai and lee! Giyuu?? I know this is kind of a “rare” pair so please, don’t be afraid to decline!
Well, let's say that in my AU, Obanai, Giyuu and Sanemi get along better after a coexistence requested by Oyakata - Sama. Also, why does Mitsuri love Tomioka as if he were a brother- (support that Obanai) (THANKSSSS!!)
Lee: Giyuu Tomioka
Ler: Iguro Obanai
Ever since Mitsuri and Obanai became a couple, they both started spending more time together than before. They ate together on one of their farms, hugged each other, cared for each other and were very happy.
'Iguro - San, I'm so happy...'
'I am too, because I have you by my side and because you're happy'
'Giyuu - San was right. You truly love me,' Obanai froze.
For those who don't know, during a get together, Obanai confessed to Giyuu and Sanemi his feelings for Mitsuri and made them promise not to say anything. Giyuu knew the risk, but, Mitsuri was quite stubborn and literally laughed the information out of him.
'What else did Tomioka tell you about me?' 'Iguro-San. Tomioka did nothing wrong! I don't want you to hit him or be mean to him, okay?' Mitsuri puffed out her cheeks with a frown.
Obanai only sighed, couldn't he hurt him? Perfect. He would then make him suffer for his agony
'TOMIOKA!', Iguro knocked on the farm gate, but he didn't expect to find someone else.
'Shinazugawa? What the hell are you doing here?'
'Shh! Shut up snake man! I came here by mistake, okay?!'
'Anyway, is Tomioka there?', Sanemi questioned, Iguro looking for Tomioka? Here was a cat, sorry, snake locked up
'Sure... Come in,' Iguro passed, cracking his knuckles as he walked.
Sanemi was still in doubt, so he didn't leave the estate, he stayed close.
'So you broke your promise, huh?!', Giyuu was surprised, but then he remembered... 'W-Wait Iguro! I-I s-I swear I didn't want to! Mi-Mitsuri made me!'
'Now you accuse Kanroji?! You're dead Tomioka!!', well, I know Giyuu could have kicked Obanai away, but he chose to avoid it when Iguro pinned him against the wall.
'I swear! I swear I never meant to!'
Giyuu backed away but immediately started running, being chased by Obanai. Although, I think he was so focused on looking back, he didn't think straight and fell.
His panic grew, his legs didn't work the way he wanted. That short moment gave Iguro the opportunity to sink both hands into his ribs.
'Last words...'
'Sorry...?', um, no matter how many times he apologized, Iguro wouldn't accept.
Sanemi was still outside, he looked at the sky thoughtfully, why would Obanai have wanted to be with Tomioka? Perhaps...? Well Sanemi, while you're thinking, a snake is destroying your boyfriend.
'He?! A shout?! Tomioka!', Sanemi tried to open the door, but it was locked.
Obanai knew that Sanemi would not leave so he took his precautions. Sanemi peeked out the window, to find a Giyuu screaming and begging for his life as Obanai danced his fingers deviously up and down Tomioka's ribs, making sure he didn't leave any place to go and slipping his fingers between every space between his ribs.
'STAHAHAHAHAP!!! OBAHAHAHANAI!! SORRY!!! IHIHIT WAHAHAHAS-!!! MHMHMHM!! AN AHAHACCIDEHEHEHENT!!! I SWEAR!!! OHOHOHO GOHOHOSH!!!'
'Pray all you want Tomioka, I warned you, didn't I? I warned you and Sanemi not to say anything, you opened your mouth and this is the punishment for having done it'
Sanemi then stepped back, there was another way to enter. He rushed to rescue him, he had already tasted Obanai's fury once and it truly is torture.
'You're embarrassing Tomioka, look at you now. Crying like a little child'
'HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! *hip* I-I-I!! *squeak* HEEEELP!!', Giyuu couldn't take it anymore, he felt like he could faint at any moment, fortunately he has a boyfriend who arrived in time to save him.
'Move away Obanai!', Sanemi hugged him from behind and pulled him as far away as he could. '*huff* n-ne-nemi...*'
Giyuu fainted after he said those words. Sanemi glared at Obanai as he tightened his grip.
'Very brave, huh? Very well. Now you will know the wrath of the wind', well, lesson of the day, don't bother Giyuu in front of Sanemi-
#demon slayer tickling#demon slayer tickle#lee!giyuu#ler!obanai#contains obamitsu#contains sanegiyuu
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summary: after being kidnapped by jeongin, you start thinking of a way out, while changbin and hyunjin are looking for you. but as time passes, you begin to wonder whether freedom is overrated...
pairing: fox hybrid!jeongin x bunny hybrid!reader x human owner!changbin x human owner!hyunjin
genre: angst, crime, romance
warnings: kidnapping, past drugging, crying, past abuse, unpremeditated murder in self-defense, eating people, cheating, stockholm syndrome, trauma, nightmares, non-sexual choking, kissing, biting, implied smut, blood, poly relationship
author’s note: the title is inspired by the neighbourhood’s void and the story takes place in the same universe as the fics in the links below; there are some song and twilight references (bc why not 🧛), as well as a 2minchan cameo (i luv them sm 💜)
word count: 6k
part one
minho, jisung and cat hybrid!reader’s story
chan & seungmin’s story
minho, jisung, felix and cat hybrid!reader’s story
Reader's POV
You woke up surrounded by complete darkness. Wait, how long had you slept? You reached out to turn on the lamp by your bedside only to realize it wasn't there. And the bed you were in seemed too uncomfortable and unfamiliar. Where were you? You tried to remember what happened before you dozed off. You had found out Changbin and Hyunjin had feelings for one another. And you had been so upset you cried a lot. Jeongin had comforted you and then...Then, nothing. Your brain was utterly blank. You were beginning to panic. You got out of the bed and walked a bit in the pitchblack room until you bumped into a door. You tried to open it but of course, it was locked.
"Is anybody out there?" you cried out in fear. No answer came. You started banging against the door. "Hello?"
You kept assaulting the metal until your hands hurt and your knees gave out. It was pointless. Wherever you were, it was obvious no one could hear you. You began sobbing, feeling so helpless and alone. You missed Changbin. You didn't care that he was fond of Hyunjin. He clearly cared about you, too. You were no longer mad at him for hiding the truth. You just wanted to go home, to be safely tucked in his strong embrace.
You were so lost in your misery that you didn't hear the door unlocking and didn't see the dark figure getting inside the room. It was his saccharine sweet voice that you couldn't mistake anywhere.
"Did ya miss me, bunny?"
"Jeongin?!" you mumbled in shock.
"Were you expecting someone else?" he chuckled and lifted your chin with his cold fingers.
"What...what are we doing here? And where is here anyway?" you were desperately trying not to assume the worst of him even though the suspicious circumstances weren't exactly working in his favour.
"We're on our honeymoon," Jeongin laughed. "Silly bun, do you honestly think I would tell you the location?"
"Jeongin, if this is some sort of joke, I suggest you cut it out right now. I'm not in the mood," you couldn't believe this was real. "Take me home."
"Oh, darling. You are home."
Was he insane?! This wasn't home, it was just some damp, creepy room devoid of any light.
"Let me go!" you screamed, hitting his chest to the best of your abilities. "This isn't funny!"
He allowed you to attack him for a bit until he eventually grew tired of it. Jeongin grabbed your wrists tightly and pulled you into a hug you didn't want.
"Shh, I'm not going to hurt you, bunny, you're safe with me," Jeongin whispered. You wanted to believe him so badly.
"Please...Jeongin, I swear I won't tell the police, I won't tell Changbin, just...let me go, please," you were sobbing relentlessly.
"I'm afraid I can't do that, my dear," he stroked your hair gently.
You were so exhausted and you were beginning to see that neither crying nor screaming would help you get out of here. You had to change your tactic. You had to figure out what he wanted and use that to your advantage.
"Was it the water?" you asked weakly, finally beginning to connect the dots.
"Hm?"
"The water you gave me. Did you put something in it?"
"Aren't you a smart little one?" Jeongin praised you. "I put sleeping pills, yes."
"And then what?"
"Why do you want to know?" he was growing suspicious of your sudden desire to learn more about how he'd kidnapped you.
"Just curious," you sighed.
"Then...I carried you. What else could I do?"
"And no one stopped you? No one suspected anything?"
"It was too late for anyone to notice. The few passerbys I saw probably thought I'm just a guy diligently carrying his drunk girlfriend home."
"So, you took advantage of the fact that Changbin and Hyunjin were not around?"
"When you put it that way, you make it sound like I'm some criminal mastermind," Jeongin groaned.
"And you're not?" you scoffed.
"I just want you all to myself. Is that a crime?"
No, but drugging and kidnapping someone against their will is. But he knew that very well, there was no use telling him. You had to play your cards right if you wanted to return to Changbin.
"Was anything you ever told me true? The sob story about your former owners?" you were beginning to doubt his intentions. What if he'd planned this from day one?
"The part about them abusing me was true. The part about them abandoning me...not so much."
"Care to elaborate?"
"I may have killed them. And eaten them so that no one would find their bodies," Jeongin blurted out casually as if it was something normal. What the fuck was wrong with him? If it wasn't for your life on the line, you probably would have called him a psycho or something. But you had to control your true emotions.
"So, that's what you meant when you said eating creatures that can talk kinda kills your appetite," you gasped. "You're very funny, I'll give you that."
"Huh," Jeongin mumbled in confusion.
"What?"
"You're not freaking out. Why aren't you freaking out?"
"Can't change the past," you replied. But you were hoping you'd get to change your future. "And they kinda deserved it, no? I mean, if someone abused me, I would probably want to kill them, too." In fact, just getting kidnapped by someone you'd considered to be your friend was enough to awaken your murderous inclinations.
"There's a difference between wanting to and actually killing someone, Y/N. I hope you never learn how it feels."
"Don't give me a reason to," you said in a humorous tone but you weren't sure whether you were joking.
Jeongin laughed.
"It won't come to that. Like I said before, I don't intend to harm you. As long as you behave. Can you do that for me?"
Oh, you were going to behave, alright. You were going to behave so well he wouldn't suspect a thing.
Changbin's POV
Chanbin was determined to properly apologize to Y/N and ask her to forgive him. He would explain that he was in love with both her and Hyunjin, hoping she would understand. He knew that he probably didn't deserve that, but he wanted to try anyway. Hyunjin was on board with this plan, so Changbin was praying that things would be okay. However, when he came back home, he was deeply distraught to find out his girlfriend was nowhere to be seen. And neither was Jeongin.
"They probably just went out for some fresh air," Hyunjin suggested calmly.
"In the middle of the night?" Changbin was growing concerned.
"We also went out, didn't we?" Hyunjin pointed out.
"Yeah, but I've warned them the streets can be dangerous for hybrids. Especially at night. They've never done that before."
Hyunjin shrugged.
"Let's wait a bit longer before freaking out."
Changbin agreed but he couldn't sleep at all despite Hyunjin's affectionate attempts to put his mind at ease.
The following morning, when Y/N and Jeongin still hadn't returned, Changbin felt something was wrong.
"They probably ran away," Hyunjin reasoned. "I mean, can you blame Y/N? She found out her boyfriend was crushing on his roommate."
"She wouldn't do that," Changbin defended his girlfriend's honour. "Not without talking to me first."
"What are you suggesting? Jeongin kidnapped her?" Hyunjin said as a joke.
"You said it, not me," Changbin grunted.
"There's no evidence of foul play," Hyunjin replied. "No broken glass, no signs of resistance. Y/N must have left of her own free will."
"What if he drugged her or something?"
Hyunjin's POV
Hyunjin, as much as he wanted to possessively keep Changbin all to himself, knew it wasn't the right thing to do. So, when Changbin suggested the concept of drugging, he shared a piece of valuable information he previously hadn't.
"Oh," he blurted out, suddenly struck by the realization.
"What do you mean by that?" Changbin insisted.
"I mean...Jeongin asked me to buy him some sleeping pills a while ago. He said he had insomnia. At the time, I didn't think twice about it, but now that you mentioned drugging..."
"See?" Changbin cried out. "Let's call the police!"
"Shouldn't we wait 24 hours or something?" Hyunjin kept trying to postpone the inevitable because honestly, he still didn't want to believe that his adorable fox hybrid was capable of kidnapping Changbin's girlfriend.
"I wouldn't forgive myself if something happened to her," Changbin insisted.
Unfortunately, the police weren't of much help. They said hybrid cases weren't in their jurisdiction and that if they wanted, they would have to contact the shelter they'd adopted them from and ask if they had chips in them that would help track their location. Like pets. When they went to the shelter, it turned out chipping wasn't part of their policy. Something about hybrids deserving the same rights as humans. If they had the same rights as humans, why didn't the police help them?!
"Well, that was a wild-goose chase," Hyunjin sighed.
"What are we going to do?" Changbin sobbed. "I don't want to lose her."
"You won't," Hyunjin patted the back of his head lovingly. "Even if Jeongin really kidnapped her, I'm sure he wouldn't kill her."
"If?" Changbin repeated sarcastically. "You still believe she ran away with him?"
"I don't know what happened for sure," Hyunjin replied, still stroking his beloved's hair. "But if neither the police nor the shelter can tell us, what are we supposed to do?"
"We should go to Chan-hyung and Minho-hyung," Changbin proposed. "They have more experience when it comes to hybrids, maybe they'll be able to give us some advice."
Hyunjin, although he was happy with just Changbin, didn't want to be a selfish asshole. And he could tell that Changbin was beyond worried about Y/N. So, he realized that the honourable thing to do was to be by his side during this difficult moment.
"I'll come with you."
Jeongin's POV
Jeongin had never felt happier. He finally had everything he wanted, right where he wanted it. He'd felt so hungry for someone to fully know him and accept him the way he was. And no matter how nice Hyunjin and Changbin were, he could never truly be himself around humans. Which is why he felt like Y/N was perfect for him. She was so kind-hearted and didn't judge him for his past actions.
"Eat up," Jeongin nudged her shoulder, pointing at the chocolate-covered croissants and the strawberries he'd brought for breakfast. They were now visible, since Jeongin had put a tiny lamp in the windowless room.
She eyed the food suspiciously, silently investigating it.
"Trying to drug me again?" the bunny hybrid joked.
"Why would I do that?" Jeongin chuckled.
"And it's not poisoned?" she kept inspecting the food.
Jeongin shook his head in amusement and took a small bite of the croissant in order to prove her concerns were unjustified.
"If you're not eating that, I'd be glad to-"
She boldly stole the croissant from his hand and finally began eating. Jeongin smiled fondly as he observed her. Watching her eat nearly satisfied his own hunger. When she was done, he was still staring at her.
"What?" she mumbled, probably feeling self-conscious about it.
"You're so pretty," Jeongin mused out loud.
"Stop it," she covered her face with her hands, embarrassed. He removed her wrists gently, placing them in her lap.
"Don't hide from me, yeah?" Jeongin whispered. He wanted her to feel safe and comfortable around him so desperately. He knew it would take some time after what he'd done but he liked a challenge.
"Why?"
"I like looking at you," Jeongin explained simply.
"No, I mean...why me?"
"Because I can be myself around you," Jeongin confessed. "The question is can you?"
Changbin's POV
After Changbin was done telling Chan and Minho the whole story surrounding Y/N and Jeongin's disappearance, he realized how thirsty he was.
"So, what do you think?" he asked them after drinking some water. Since the police and the shelter had been entirely unhelpful, his last hope were his friends.
"Considering you have a thing for Hyunjin, it wouldn't be so far-fetched to assume she escaped," Chan replied, taking Hyunjin's side.
"I don't know, hyung," Minho seemed to disagree. "I've read bunny hybrids are pretty affectionate and enjoy spending time with their humans. Considering she was your girlfriend, I don't think she would just run away without saying anything."
"Exactly!" Changbin was glad that Minho understood.
"Okay but, didn't your hybrids try to run away?" Chan reminded his friend.
"That was before I started dating them!" Minho elaborated. "And besides, the thing Hyunjin mentioned about Jeongin asking for sleeping pills sounded pretty suspicious."
"Hey, are you discriminating against us insomniacs?" Chan complained dramatically.
Minho rolled his eyes fondly.
"Guys, as much as I appreciate all the friendly banter, can you think of anything that would help me find them?" Changbin desperately tried to remind them of the reason they'd gathered.
Unfortunately, his friends weren't exactly experts on fox and bunny hybrids. So, they all decided to spend their free time doing research and trying to figure out how to find the missing hybrids.
Around two weeks after Y/N and Jeongin had disappeared, Chan called Changbin with a suggestion.
"I know it's probably a long shot but do you have something of Y/N's? Seungmin just mentioned he has a pretty strong sense of smell that might help him track her."
"It's worth the try," Changbin agreed. "There's some clothes of hers."
"Great, we'll come over in a bit."
When Chan and Seungmin arrived, Changbin gave the golden retriever hybrid the red scarf and the blue sweater that Y/N wore the day before she vanished.
"Will that be good enough?" Changbin worried as the dog hybrid was taking a sniff.
"Let's head out," Seungmin simply said and the friends hurried outside to look for Y/N.
Reader's POV
You couldn't respond rightaway, which was a mistake on your behalf.
You knew you would have to do a better job at convincing Jeongin you'd fallen for him. If you could achieve that, maybe he'd begin to trust you. So one day, he would be distracted and vulnerable. That's when you'd strike. And use that chance to escape. All you wanted to do was come back to Changbin. But you were so afraid that in the process of being around Jeongin, you'd lose yourself. You couldn't let that happen so you had to remind yourself on a daily basis to not fall for his tricks, for his little acts of kindness and his tender touches.
Hours turned into days, days turned into weeks so quickly you had no idea how long it'd been since he kidnapped you. And the more time passed, the more you were confused how you felt about the whole thing. True, it started off in a totally untraditional way. But you were starting to see so many different sides to Jeongin. He kept his promise to never hurt you and always made sure you were warm and well-fed. You could never feel lonely with him around. On the one hand, his love was suffocating. On the other hand, you craved it. Whenever Jeongin held you in his arms, you could almost forget how wrong this was.
One night, you woke up to the sounds of Jeongin tossing around and screaming. He was having a nightmare.
"Please, don't. Please, it hurts so much. Stop hitting me."
Judging by the string of words he was muttering, he was reliving his worst memories of his former owners. The ones who'd made his existence a living hell. Based on everything he told you, you were beginning to see why he'd killed them. You couldn't bear to see him in pain. Despite everything. Jeongin was usually so strong and confident. He was someone you could lean on. Seeing him in such a helpless state was breaking your heart. You gently placed your hand on his cheek in an attempt to interrupt his bad dream. Still shaken up by it, Jeongin jumped forward, his self-preservation instincts kicking in. Rightaway, he turned you around, pinning you against the bed and wrapping his hand around your neck.
"It's just me, Jeongin," you gasped, struggling to breathe. "It's just me."
Immediately, he loosened his grip and the tips of his fingers traced the outline of your neck.
"I'm so sorry, bunny," Jeongin murmured guiltily, moving away from you. "I didn't mean it."
"I know," you said and got up into a seated position. "Wanna talk about it?"
"Not really," he shook his head, visibly haunted by the painful memories. You placed your hand on his back, trying to comfort him. But despite saying he didn't want to talk, he did so anyway. Maybe he was really starting to trust you. "I thought that killing them would solve all my problems. But it can't undo all the trauma. I didn't plan to kill them, you know? It was an accident. They were really drunk one night, beating the shit out of me as per usual. I just wanted the pain to stop so I started fighting back for the first time. Everything happened so fast. One second I was pushing them off me and the next, they were tumbling down the stairs. They hit their heads, there was so much blood and...well, you know the rest."
"It wasn't your fault," you realized. "You were just trying to survive."
Jeongin seemed to disagree.
"Killing them may have been unintentional but eating them to hide the bodies was all me."
"I won't pretend to know what you've been through," you started. "But they had it coming. I can't imagine what kind of monster would hurt someone like you."
"Someone like me?" Jeongin tilted his head to the side on confusion.
"You...you always look after me and make sure I'm safe. You've been nothing but patient with me, always comforting me and finding the right thing to say."
"Why are you so nice to me?" Jeongin asked, slightly suspicious of your words.
"Because I like seeing you smile," you pressed your forehead against his.
Jeongin grinned in the semidark room, caressing your cheek with his cold hand.
"Don't start a game you won't be able to finish," he warned.
"Who said I'm playing around?" you responded and crashed your lips against his. Initially, Jeongin seemed too stunned by your actions but soon enough, he relaxed into the kiss and deepened it, gently biting onto your lower lip. You buried your fingers into his soft hair, completely getting lost in the feeling. He was the one to break the kiss by grabbing your chin and pushing you away from him.
"Are you sure?"
You nodded without thinking. Jeongin's hands were on you again. You were impatiently unbuttoning his jeans, letting him take whatever he wanted. Meanwhile, his hands were working on your dress. When all material barriers were gone and lying on the floor, it was only the mental barrier that remained at the back of your head.
"Tell me to stop and I will," Jeongin, on the verge of colliding into you, reassured you.
It was as if your mouth was frozen into silence. It would be so easy to ask him to stop. And yet, you couldn't bring yourself to speak. You wanted him. The ruination, the pain, the temptation, the sin. You wanted all of it. His darkness and fuckedupness. For all his pretty lies and ugly truths. You were here for it. And there was no turning back.
"If this is a dream, I don't want to ever wake up," Jeongin mumbled in his post-orgasmic bliss, as he buried his head into the nook of your shoulder.
"It's real," you reassured him, ruffling his hair.
"Please, don't go," Jeongin begged sleepily.
"I'm right here. I'm not going anywhere," you promised him and you were grateful for the darkness that was hiding the tears in your eyes.
Later, he was sleeping so soundly, resembling an angel. You almost felt guilty for what you were about to do. As quietly as you could, you were digging through his jeans that had been previously discarded so carelessly. Soon enough, you found what you were looking for. The key to your freedom. Not daring to look back, you stuck it into the keyhole, trying to unlock it. When you felt the door opening right under your hands, it seemed too good to be true. You hurried into the light.
Hyunjin's POV
Hyunjin was beginning to think this was pointless but Seungmin kept running in front of them, with Changbin and Chan trailing behind, so Hyunjin had no choice but to follow them. Abruptly, the golden retriever hybrid came to a halt, sniffing the air in confusion.
"What happened?" Hyunjin asked.
"Her scent is really strong here," Seungmin explained.
The four friends were standing in front of some creepy abandoned building that was straight out of a horror movie.
"Should we...go inside?" Changbin suggested.
"Are you crazy? It looks really dangerous," Chan, forever the responsible friend of the group, pointed out.
"Maybe we should look around," Seungmin proposed, taking another contemplative sniff.
"What if Jeongin has Y/N trapped inside?" Changbin was once again panicking.
Hyunjin put his hand on his lower back, trying to comfort his beloved.
"She's okay, I'm sure," Hyunjin said but he wasn't certain who he was trying to convince - Changbin or himself. If something bad had happened to her...he would forever feel guilty for adopting the fox hybrid. He would never be able to look Changbin in the eye again.
In the meantime, Seungmin was wandering around, investigating the scene like a total K9. When suddenly, he called out for them.
"Guys, that way! She was here recently!"
"Phew, we don't need to enter the suspicious building," Chan let out a sigh of relief.
Hyunjin shook his head in amusement, as Changbin sprinted after them.
Jeongin's POV
Jeongin woke up to complete silence. It was too quiet, aggravatingly so. He opened his eyes and the first thing he noticed was that she was gone. The light of his life, his only source of happiness. Of course, she'd taken advantage of the keys lying around in the pocket of his jeans. He'd been a fool to think she would stay with someone as fucked up and as troubled as him. His initial desire was to go after her and try to find her before she went too far. But what was the use? It was beyond obvious she didn't want to be anywhere near him. She'd only let him sleep with her so that she could escape. He was so stupid.
Jeongin cursed under his breath and punched the fucking door she'd left unlocked until his knuckles bled. Everything seemed meaningless. Just when he'd allowed himself to hope he'd found someone who accepted him the way he was, his temporary bliss slipped right through his fingers. He felt so lonely and miserable. He had never sobbed harder in his life. Not when his former owners hurt him and certainly not when he killed them. This was all it took to break him apart. A silly bunny hybrid running away from him. Of course, he realized it was his fault. He shouldn't have kidnapped her, he shouldn't have tricked her. And worst of all, he shouldn't have fallen in love with her.
Fuck, he missed her so much. Her tender touches, her soft voice, her kind words, her silly jokes. Everything about her made it possible to fill the void inside him. He wondered if it was all fake to her. When she reassured him it wasn't his fault, when she said she liked seeing him smile and when she promised she'd stay. Had she planned it carefully in order to escape the way he'd planned to ruin her since day one? Or was it just a spur of the moment thing? Even though he knew he didn't deserve it, he still hoped she was sincere. At least once.
But it was too late now. He'd dug his own grave and he had no choice but to lie in it.
Changbin's POV
When Changbin saw Y/N, sitting at the edge of the curbstone, whimpering like the lost bunny she was, it was as if time stopped. She wasn't that far from the abandoned building so he was beginning to question whether she had indeed run away from it. But he forgot all about his doubts when she spotted him.
"Changbin!" she exclaimed and rushed towards him, burying her face into his chest.
"What happened, angel? Are you okay?" he stroked her hair, trying to get her to stop crying so he could hear the whole story.
She just shook her head, not saying anything.
"Please, talk to me," Changbin insisted.
"Can we go home?" she asked, looking at him so pitifully. He couldn't possibly say no.
Changbin couldn't help but notice how different she was. The once vibrant and cheerful bunny he knew and loved now had a certain emptiness in her eyes.
"Thank you so much for helping me find her," Changbin told Seungmin later when they were back inside the apartment and Y/N was taking a bath.
"No problem, hyung," Seungmin shrugged. "But can I offer you a piece of advice? Try not to press her too much for answers. Whatever happened, she wants to forget it."
"I'll do my best," Changbin sighed thoughtfully.
Reader's POV
You were sitting on the couch with your arms wrapped around your knees. You didn't feel like doing anything. Back then, you'd thought that freedom would bring you happiness. But now that you were back at Changbin's, you couldn't sleep, couldn't eat. Your mind was consumed by the memories of Jeongin. Even though he'd kidnapped you, you still missed him with every fiber of your being. You kept replaying your time together and the way you'd left him, so vulnerable and unsuspecting. How were you any different from his former owners who'd hurt him? The only difference was that unlike them, you were still alive. But what was the point of living without Jeongin to fill the void inside you?
"You should really eat something," Changbin was worried about you. "I know I shouldn't make you relive it but not knowing what happened is killing me."
He ran his fingers through his hair nervously. You couldn't do this to him. Not after he'd gone out of his way to find you.
"Jeongin drugged my water and kidnapped me. Is that what you wanted to hear?" you didn't want to snap at him but it was inevitable as you remembered why you'd remained alone with Jeongin in the first place. You weren't blaming Changbin for his feelings for Hyunjin but some part of you wanted to be angry at everyone.
"I figured as much," Changbin nodded. "Did he hurt you?"
"I hurt him," you confessed.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, I used his feelings for me against him in order to escape. I...slept with him. And then left him."
Changbin was shocked to find that out but he had the decency to act unbothered, considering he'd also cheated on you with Hyunjin. You were both such messes...
"Do you regret it?"
You weren't sure what to say. Did you regret sleeping with Jeongin? No. You would probably hold onto these crumbs of intimacy and tenderness for the rest of your life. Did you regret leaving him? Yes. It scared you how much you missed him. How much breathing air without him by your side was suffocating. How much you longed for his presence, with every bit of his messed up past, his mischievous attitude and his wicked ways.
"I'm just happy to be here," you faked a smile. "Enough about me. How have you and Hyunjin been?"
"We were...worried about you," Changbin admitted.
"Aw, come on, I'm willing to bet you two lovebirds were doing just fine," you teased him by nudging his shoulder. You were no longer sure where you stood. Were you still his girlfriend? You knew that sooner or later you would have to bring up the subject.
"I've been meaning to ask you about that," Changbin mumbled anxiously. "But with everything that went down, I didn't get the chance."
"Don't mind me, I'm alright," you lied. "What did you want to ask?"
"I know it's kind of a strange request, but...would you be okay with it if I date both you and Hyunjin? I care about you too much to choose and-"
"I'm okay with it," you blurted out as if you were drowning and clutching at a straw. You needed Changbin (and maybe even Hyunjin) so badly to help you forget about Jeongin. This was your chance to start over and you were not letting go.
"You are?" Changbin seemed surprised by you agreeing rightaway.
"There's nothing I'd like more in the world," you hugged him gently.
Another lie. You had an awful lot of those recently. What you wanted the most, you had willingly turned your back on.
Hyunjin's POV
Hyunjin, despite his initial reservations, was quite relieved when they found Y/N and she returned home safe and sound. He was generally a possessive type but he had to admit, sharing Changbin with her was not as bad as he previously thought.
"I'm really glad you're back, you know?" Hyunjin told her one day.
"You are?" she seemed surprised.
"Of course!" he tickled her sides gently. "I probably suck at showing it but you're so precious and dear to me."
"You would have felt guilty for adopting Jeongin if something really bad had happened to me," she replied cleverly.
"Am I that transparent?" Hyunjin chuckled.
"Your feelings for our boyfriend are," she shrugged. "But I can't blame you. We're in the same boat."
"Changbin is one lucky man, don't you think? To have such gorgeous partners as you and I," Hyunjin teased with a confident smirk.
"We're the lucky ones," she sighed, but her voice was tinted with longing. Hyunjin could tell that despite the fact she was back home in one piece and her presence was deeply treasured by Changbin and Hyunjin, there was something different about her. Something in her eyes...As if she was missing something. Or rather, someone.
Hyunjin embraced Y/N softly and stroked her hair.
"I miss him, too, you know," he whispered as though it was the darkest secret. "I probably shouldn't, considering what he did...But I do. Does that make me fucked up?"
"I guess I'm just as fucked up, then," she sobbed. "I hate him so much but I can't stop thinking about him."
Later, Hyunjin received a call. He thought Jeongin was out of their lives. But he thought wrong.
"Please, hyung," Jeongin was begging sorrowfully. Hyunjin couldn't handle hearing such pain in the younger boy's voice. "I just want to see her and apologize. I'll do anything you ask. You won't see me again if that's what you want. Just five minutes, please."
"Do you think she wants to see you?" Hyunjin groaned. Even though he knew the answer. Judging from Y/N's recent behaviour, she missed Jeongin just as badly. "After what you did."
"I know it was wrong," Jeongin admitted. "But I can't sleep, I can't eat, I can't breathe without her, I am literally going to lose my mind. Please."
"Changbin will kill both of us," Hyunjin sighed, even though he had already made up his mind to let Jeongin see her. "I'll text you the location."
"Thank you so much!"
Hyunjin came up with the genius idea of telling Changbin he'll go to the nearest coffeeshop with Y/N. Changbin didn't suspect a thing. And neither did Y/N. Hyunjin figured (and reasonably so) that if he told Y/N about Jeongin's request, she may refuse to go out at all. He couldn't pretend to understand how traumatic this experience was for her. And yet, a part of him pitied Jeongin. Maybe Hyunjin was a hopeless romantic but he wished they could make up and go back to the way things were. The four of them...
When they sat at the coffeeshop, holding their warm mugs, Hyunjin had already received a text that Jeongin was nearby.
"I'll be right back," Hyunjin told Y/N and he intended to give them a bit of privacy but still be on the lookout to make sure she was safe and Jeongin didn't try anything funny.
Reader's POV
You were staring at your coffee when you realized someone sat down in Hyunjin's currently vacant seat. Someone who wasn't Hyunjin. Someone you'd thought you could forget. Your first reaction was to flinch and jump from your seat. Where was the door?
"Just give me five minutes. Please," Jeongin whispered.
You shook your head in fear and started looking around. Where was Hyunjin?
"He told me you'd be here," Jeongin confessed. "He's closeby, don't worry."
You hesitantly sat down again. It was a public space. He couldn't kidnap you in broad daylight so you felt relatively safe. But you still didn't feel like speaking to him.
"I'm terribly sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you," Jeongin said. "I miss you so much. I wish I could turn back time and do things differently."
"I miss you, too," you admitted, your eyes tearing up. "I hate you but I can't stop thinking about you. Does that make sense? And I hate myself for leaving you. You must think I'm so stupid."
"I don't," Jeongin insisted. "I think you're incredibly beautiful and so strong and kind. And so much better than I deserve. But I want you anyway. And I can't imagine my life without you. You fill the void inside me like no one else and I would be a fool to not fight for you. Beg you for a second chance."
"I'd give you a million chances," you replied.
"And so the fox fell in love with the bunny," Jeongin concluded.
"What a stupid bunny," you chuckled affectionately.
"What a sick, masochistic fox," Jeongin sighed and placed his hand on top of yours gently. "Can we start over?"
You nodded.
"Hi, I'm Jeongin."
"It's a beautiful name," you repeated his words from your first meeting. "Jeongin."
"Do you think your boyfriend will ever forgive me?" Jeongin wondered, referring to Changbin.
"Which one?" you smirked mischievously, tilting your head towards Hyunjin who was lurking nearby.
"Girl..." Jeongin shook his head in amusement.
"What can I say? Bunnies gotta eat," you joked.
"I don't like sharing," Jeongin pouted adorably.
"You'll have to learn," you stuck your tongue out at him. "And to answer your question, if I managed to forgive you, so will Changbin. Eventually."
"Let's hope you're right," Jeongin smiled hopefully. "So, how are you doing?"
"Honestly? I'm starving."
The End
author's note: To be honest, I hate open endings (if this can be considered one since it's not clear whether Changbin forgives Jeongin, whether the four of them get together, etc.) I know, I know. "Why did you write an open ending if you hate them?" one may ask. Because I felt like this story can only work with an open ending, considering Jeongin's actions. I am in no way justifying real-life kidnapping or murder or eating people, but remember, this is a work of fiction, so YOLO 😈. Which is why, in my head, there are three equally possible outcomes:
a) the bitter ending - Jeongin goes to jail for his crimes. However, Y/N spends the rest of her life missing him and thinking of what could have been. Ouch 💔
b) the bittersweet ending - Changbin doesn't forgive Jeongin, so Y/N chooses to run away with Jeongin. Changbin and Hyunjin are still together, but it's bittersweet because they miss Y/N and vice versa.
c) the sweet ending - Changbin eventually forgives Jeongin and the four of them live happily ever after. It’s probably unrealistic but my babies deserve it. 🥺
Let me know which is your fave or if you have thought of a different ending, I'd be curious to hear your opinions! Hope you enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it! 😊
#stray kids#jeongin#jeongin x reader#changbin#hyunjin#changbin x reader#changjin#hyunin#jeongin angst#skz x reader#writing
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tagged by @swordfaery thank uuu :] 💜
Rules: shuffle your ‘on repeat’ playlist and post the first 10 tracks, then list 10 songs you really like, each by a different artist. then tag 10 people to do the same thing.
this also getting a read more lol
Material Girl by Madonna- i've been a very girlypop music vibe recently i need bouncy fun music to get me to spring
Fenn by Tom Rosenthal- this is one of those songs where i have no idea where i first heard it but it's a staple to my library :)
T-Shirt by Left at London- this always makes me think of this one time where i was getting ready in the bathroom and my mom walked in while the end of this was playing and she repeated the last couple lines in like. a joking manner i guess? do you ever do that thing where you overhear a random sentence from a stranger and repeat to whoever ur with? it was like that but i don't think she realized the song was about suicidal ideation 😅
Let Us by Erin & the Wildfire- EVERYONE GO LISTEN TO ERIN & THE WILDFIRE RN!!! i saw them at a concert even theyre sooo good!! anyways i like thinking about my gay little superhero ocs to this :]
Bottom is a Rock by Mother Mother- IDC WHAT YALL SAY ABOUT MOTHER MOTHER THIS SONG IS SO FUCKING GOOD DUDE!!! recently relistened to my dance and cry cd and discovered this absolute GEM. the sisyphean message of it all and esp the "i go down to the bottom and i float up" part scratch my brain so gooodd. anyways you can hate mother mother bc it got popular on tiktok or w/e but they make good music <3
Vow of Silence by Lemon Demon- another gem pulled out from a looked over cd, the rhythm and melody of the first line/ the whistling part also scratch my brain
gimme all ur luv by Hemlocke Springs- their high notes in the chorus are just so ethereal 🤩
SHH! by Left at London- just an all around banger
This Hyper World by Lemon Demon- you wouldn't think a song with that kind of title would hit so deeply within my soul and YET. god man the loop part and the complete shift to the "i only understand myself" part just get me right where it hurts and its so good :')
We'll Never Have Sex by Leith Ross- yeah... ace people rise up also this makes me cry so much
okay for the next ten im just gonna be quick and give a blanket "absolutely listen to these and then come back and talk to me about it" bc my hands are starting to hurt and i just realize youtube fucked up and i copied the same url onto like 10 of these 😩😩😩
Starstruck by The Scary Jokes
Whatever You Like by Erin & the Wildfire
C'mon Baby, Cry by Orville Peck
One Prairie Outpost by Carbon Leaf
Joyride by Choke Up
Golden Brown by The Stranglers
Old Bike by Rob Cantor
Pills & Good Advice by Left at London
Hansel by Soddikken
Lovefool by No Vacation
tagging @questionthewitness @pathos-logical @somethinginsideyourhead @light-macadamia @whats-a-terrarium @irradiatedsnakes @elfgrunge @dickwheelie @punkrockpariah @mag200 :D
#lane speaks#oh my god my hands hurt#i was gonna link the last 10 songs but after correcting most of the previous i didnt feel like it lmao#tag games
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here’s the post i mentioned i was gonna make seconds later, in two parts. first of all black frost’s resistances r sooooo cool :00 like before his evolution he was weak to fire, but after accepting the dark he resists it, as well as nulling ice and repelling dark (with a weakness to light but that’s ok i have resist light shh) anyways it’s honestly just super cool to see like the two main elements of black frost be completely nullified but his two normal weaknesses (fire and light) be resisted :33 idk it’s so pog to see opposites compliment eachother :33 anyways, for the second part. my most coherent team yet consists of two cats and a waifu (baihu, ose, and idun),,,,,, honestly they’re prolly my most coherent yet bc all of them actually have ma-kaja buffs,,,, baihu has masukukaja, ose has matarukaja, and idun has marakukaja. they also have their respective single target -unda debuff for bosses, and honestly it’s just so weird to me personally how my best team has ended up so… seemingly random :// anyways i think i’m done for the night luv u 💙💙
#tangyytextposting#smt v#black frost is sooo cool too bad he’s level 44 otherwise he’d be on the team#level 49? i think rn#anyways luv my team rn :33 gonna keep at least idun with me for a while#golden apple is too good#also apparently she was based off of a japanese(?) idol??#which explains her idle/golden apple animation and some of her voicelines#not that it’s bad tho it’s genuinely adorable :33
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i did it!!
Guess who’s BACK and graded 80 assignments instead of 75!!!! Thanks to everyone who engaged with my last post and pressured me through the internet.
Here’s the promised excerpt from the ZeLink conference AU. Archaeologist!Zelda meets Conservationist!Link at a conference. Shenanigans ensue.
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There were two pastries left in the display cabinet and five people in line in front of her; her chances of getting her hands on a salmon wellington were dwindling. Zelda cast a glance at the others in line: the man at the cashier was rattling off an order for a custom sandwich, so that left four people to two pastries. She bounced a little on her toes as she waited.
As if to punish her for her impatience, the next person who stepped in front of the cashier picked one of the salmon pastries from the cabinet. She let out a huff of annoyance.
The man in front of her in line gave her a look over his shoulder, his blue eyes flashing with amusement at her obvious agitation. Zelda took a step back, suddenly aware that, in her eagerness to keep an eye on the pastries in the cabinet, she’d moved into the personal space of the person in front of her. She flipped her hair over her shoulder and avoided his eyes, choosing to assess the line slowly building behind her.
It was unsurprising that the small café was packed; it had a loyal following for its traditional Rito flavours and appeared in more than one guidebook for Rito Village. But, most importantly, it was just two blocks from the Vah Medoh convention hall, where over two thousand archaeologists and researchers were currently gathering for the largest annual conference for the field. It was only a quarter past eleven, but the line of customers bearing conference nametags snaking to the door proved to Zelda that several of her fellow archaeologists had also opted for a bite to eat close to the convention center.
“Looks like the cat’s out of the bag, huh?” A man’s voice startled her out of her observations. “This is no longer the best kept secret in Rito Village.”
She turned. The man in line in front of her shot her a smile, his clear blue eyes warm and friendly. “Or maybe…” he pursed his lips as he thought, “maybe the bird’s flown the coop?”
Zelda gave him a wry smile. “Very funny. Rito restaurant, bird saying.”
The man laughed. “I thought it was pretty good.” He glanced down at the name tag hanging around her neck. “So you’re in town for the conference too?”
“Yeah,” she held up the program she’d spent the morning leafing through, “I thought I would double check what sessions and workshops I’m attending while enjoying one of Genli’s famous salmon wellingtons.”
The man nodded. “A good choice.”
“Next!” The cashier’s voice trilled.
The man gave her another smile before making his way to the cashier.
“I’ll have a bagel lox and a coffee.” She heard him tell the cashier. Then he turned and locked eyes with her over his shoulder before saying, “And I’ll have the last salmon wellington.”
Zelda’s mouth dropped open at the audacity. “You—”
“Relax, Princess,” he said with a laugh. “It’s for you. Now what would you like to drink?”
“Oh no, that won’t be necessary. I can get my own lunch.”
“Come on now, I’ve got a sweet per diem and I gotta use it or lose it.” At her hesitance, he pushed a little harder. “You’re holding up the line.”
Zelda wanted to frown and tell him that it was him that was holding up the line, not her. But his smile was charming and there was something familiar about his sandy blonde hair and easy demeanor that she didn’t want to reject.
“I’ll get the coffees,” she told him.
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This accidentally starts as a coffee shop AU but I promise it’s not going to be one. I’m also not promising anything, but I have been toying with writing smut for this fic and I am susceptible to peer pressure.
ANYWAYS, thanks everyone for indulging me, please continue to bully me into doing my work and also into writing.
#ZeLink#zelink fanfiction#bhujerbanwrites#most of the assignments i graded were fine#but some of them were so bad#like i read their answers and i'm like...????? did you read the question? where did you get this data from? how did you even do this?????#anyways i'm a third of the way done so maybe when i finish grading all of them i'll finish writing this fic too#and then after that i'm gonna write a holiday fic#wait what?#shh you didn't hear it from me#ok#luv u bye
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love talk
+ pairings: eren yeager + (fem) reader
+ genres and warnings: it’s not important that eren is a tattoo artist i just wanted to share bc i gave him tattoos here :’), fluff i think, smut/nsfw content, if you see a hint of eremin then no you don’t </2
+ word count: almost 2k, sickening innit luv
+ notes: yeah, still thinking about eren speaking german during sex bc he’s losing his mind hehe. i suppose this is the… softer version. might post another one later, who knows. and yes, i did almost name this pussy talk.
Unbeknownst to him, Eren Jaeger speaks three languages.
The first two are obvious, but English is his preferred language; the one you’ll find him speaking most often. It only makes sense, seeing as it’s what the overwhelming majority of people, media, and signs spew at him.
The second is more reserved; something you might assume given his name, but not know for sure unless you asked, or stuck around long enough to catch him rambling excitedly to Armin in German, with broken slang phrases of English interspersed. It’s fascinating—cute, moreover—the way he stumbles back and forth between both tongues; and the difference in tone between them. You’re not sure if your own bias is peeking through, but you’re certain Eren and Armin both sound a little… meaner in German; more sarcastic, at the very least—and you wouldn’t be surprised to find out they were talking shit the whole time.
Though, there is a special, reserved intonation to his mother tongue that shows itself when Eren’s around you. It doesn’t seem to be by choice—gone beyond comprehension that he’s forced to revert to grunted expressions and curses in a language foreign to his surroundings. You assume them to be curses; you never can confirm, and Eren seems to not even be aware of his switching in the heat of the moment, can never quite recall what he was saying to you.
There are times when he’s reduced to mere sounds, no comprehensible words between the hundreds of thousands he knows—only guttural moans, and breathy sighs, and he seems to not even be able to understand himself. You have to admit, it’s a bit of an ego boost to be able to fuck your boyfriend stupid in two languages.
And at first glance, Eren doesn’t seem like the type of guy to know about anything outside of himself. He doesn’t seem like the full-sleeve, three ear piercing, tattoo artist kinda kid; but Eren Jaeger speaks the language of pictures, of symbols, of images, that he is able to decipher and give meaning to upon creation. He’s got a penchant for art, and a vision bigger than himself, so it’s only right that he takes his knowledge and applies it in its most permanent form. The tattoos are more than a hobby for him—they’re an extension of himself, his art, his language; and his body is the only canvas fit enough to capture them.
So, here, with Eren laying on his back, chest exposed, arms bent for his hands to rest against your waist, you get to see the culmination of all the words and all the pictures, from all the languages he’s deemed important enough to find a place on his skin.
“Do all of your tattoos have a meaning?” you question, reaching your hand up to trace over the delicate waves that ride along his right collarbone.
“No,” Eren winces when you move—just enough of him to feel an ounce of friction inside of you, but not enough to give him what he wants. He wiggles himself a bit, desperate for something, “Not at all.”
It makes you chuckle, with a sort of disbelief, at both his words and his actions, “You get things tattooed on your body that don’t mean anything to you?”
Eren lets out a shaky breath, followed with a boyish smile. He blinks at you slowly, lids fluttering and hands gripping tightly at your body, “Learned that not everything has to have a deep meaning to want to keep it around,” he tells you, right palm moving to venture over your tummy, and up your sides, “Somethings you just love.”
You don’t miss the lilt in his voice on the word ‘love,’ but you play it off, rolling your eyes at his deliberately sweet affections, and then, gently, your hips, “Pretty poetic for something with no meaning.”
“Yeah, well, Armin taught me that,” Eren grits, hands fastening themselves at your hips again.
“You talk about Armin a lot when we’re in bed you know,” you taunt him, moving your fingers to trace over more of the tattoos that litter his right shoulder, “Something I should know about?”
Eren shivers at the feeling—of your fingertips on his skin, and what he swears was an intentional clench around him, “You don’t seem to mind.”
You smile at him, enjoying the contortions of his face when you run your hands down his chest, palms pressed lightly against his pelvic bone. Eren bends a knee, but does he best to remain still, and you can’t help but to chuckle. He looks pretty when he’s trying his best.
“I’m greedy,” you tell him, raising your hips, and pausing in your words as you slowly lower yourself back on to him.
“Trust me,” Eren scoffs, a façade to cover up his reddening cheeks and shaky thighs, “I know.”
He tries to move his hips up, desperate for something more; for you to fucking move, but, you keep your hips perfectly still. Instead, you reach your arms behind you, and onto Eren’s thighs, cementing them to the bed. He groans, his hands sliding down to your own thighs, fingertips digging into your flesh.
“And you called me greedy,” you huff, amused, as Eren rolls his eyes beneath you. When you’re sure he’s not going to move, you bring your arms back around, palms splayed on his stomach, “Relax. This is what you asked for, isn’t it?”
“Honestly, in an ideal world, this would be happening when I was playing COD, not when I was already impossibly hard with morning wood. And with a lot less teasing on your part.”
You have to laugh—genuinely giggle—at Eren’s blunt honesty. He’s unintentionally charming; another linguistic skill he seems unaware that he’s proficient in. You can tell he doesn’t understand the source of your amusement, but the look in his eyes, the twinkle in his irises lets you know he’s too far gone to even care.
“Call it a lesson in self-control,” you say, moving your hands to his sides in time with a shallow grind of your hips, “Besides, I’m admiring you.”
Eren keeps his hands anchored on your thighs, shivering at sensitivity of his dick coupled with your hands stroking over his pecs, “Lesson fucking learning—babe, fuck, please—”
“Shh—not yet,” you coo, and reach to pull his arms off of you, leaving you with room to admire his sleeve. You take pity on him, holding his right wrist with both of your hands, before slowly beginning to bounce on him.
Eren squirms, his free hand reaching to grab at the flesh of your ass, eyes blinking open to watch his cock be buried inside of you. The relief is instant—for the both of you—immediate groans and shallow profanities slipping past your lips as you build a steady pace to ride him.
“Tell—tell me what this one means,” you question slowly, keeping your right hand around his wrist, but using your left to point to the tattoo; a stylized line art of crossed wings.
“Some shit about freedom,” Eren grunts, fingers twitching, “Fuck, babe—more, please, I’ll—”
Eren cuts himself off with a whine, and you hiss yourself, lifting your body all the way to the tip, before lowering yourself again at an agonizingly slow pace. At this rate, you can feel everything; every vein on his shaft, every twitch of his cock. You feel Eren deep inside of you, even see where the bulge outlines your tummy.
You still yourself for just a second, catching your breath, anchoring yourself on Eren. You’re pretty far gone yourself, but you want more; for yourself, and for him. You do your best to stay coherent, slowly grinding atop of him, questioning him about another tattoo on his arm, ignoring the way his palm grips at your bicep. It’s a small one, with detailed Japanese characters that you can’t understand, but appreciate anyway; it’s one of your favorites, and you ask Eren about its meaning, clenching yourself around him as punctuation to your question.
Eren sucks air between his teeth, left hand pulling back to run his fingers through his hair, a grunted word in German falling from his lips. You smirk, but let him try to answer you.
“I don’t fucken’ know,” Eren grumbles, head thrashing from side to side, “It’s really fucken’ hard to remember anything—shit—like this. S’fucking torture.”
“Hm,” you hum, not satisfied; eager for more of Eren’s love language, “Tell me something in German, instead, then.”
But Eren can only babble beneath you; sounds incoherent in either language—reduced to desperate whines and grabby hands at your thighs, waist, boobs—anything. You lean forward, letting go of Eren’s tattooed wrist, and reaching to ghost your fingers over his lips.
“Come on, Eren, you’re usually so good at it when we do this,” you taunt him, words coated in sweetness that distract you from keeping up your pace, “Just want you to talk pretty to me. Tell me something, baby.”
Eren’s eyes travel from your fingertips, up your arm, neck, and to your face. When he meets your gaze something shifts; eyes heavy with want, and bitter with dissatisfaction.
So, he reaches for your extended hand, laces your fingers together, “Something like what?”
You wrap your fingers around his, then do the same with your left hand, “Anything.”
“Anything?”
“Yeah,” you affirm with a smile, finally satisfied.
Eren grunts, bending his right knee for leverage before he flips you over, hands still intertwined, but now pinned over your head, harshly pressed into the pillows below. He buries his head into the crook of your neck; licking a stripe along your collarbone, where you’d teased him minutes before. Then up, up, up, your neck to the shell of your ear, retreating downwards to suck on the skin just beneath your ear, nipping with pointed teeth.
Eren keeps his weight on you, the length of his cock sliding over your slick folds while he bites angry, red blotches into your skin—a kind of impermanent tattoo of his own making on your body. The friction is good, but not enough, and you wonder if Eren intends on teasing you as long as you’d done to him; but, he breathes heavy breaths up your neck again, before mumbling a series of foreign syllables into your ear.
He hovers over your face, satisfied by the daze in your eyes; the slight openness of your mouth. It’s you who looks dumbstruck now, a foreigner to his ministrations; and for once, he’s in control with his second tongue.
“What—what does that mean?” you finally ask, squeezing your eyes briefly when Eren teases the tip just past your entrance.
Eren chuckles, airy, gritty, and cocky all at once. He pushes his cock inside of you, balls deep, only to pull out almost all the way, before leaning forward just slightly, so that his bottom lip grazes over yours.
“It means I love you,” he whispers, hips bucking forward, “Try to remember that, ‘cause I swear I’m gonna fuck you stupid, baby.”
#aot x reader#snk x reader#eren x reader#eren yeager x reader#eren smut#eren jaeger x reader#levi x reader#aot smut#aot imagines#snk imagines#eren fluff
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kinktober day 3; momo + mirror sex
she lets you wrap your arms around her waist and peck her neck while she decided which accessories looked best with her dress, glass- closet doors helping her evaluate it all. “i really have to go” momo chuckles when your hands start trailing up and back to the back of her dress where the zipper was located.
“i know” you pout “you’re gonna leave me here alone and all worked up while you talk about stuff like stocks and galas” your arms wrap around her again, only this time tighter as you sigh into her neck.
“i told you, you’re welcome to come. if you can get dressed in fifteen minutes” she finally decides on a necklace and hands it to you, hoping you picked up her silent asking for you to put it on her.
“i can’t get dressed in fifteen minutes but i can make you cum in front of this mirror” the necklace clicks when it’s successfully latched, and your fiance shakes her head, rolling her eyes and putting an earring all at the same time.
“i’m gonna be late” excuses, she wants you to fuck her in front of the mirror, she always does, and she knows you’re going to make her cum in less than 15 minutes, but then she has to basically get ready all over again because you’re known for making a mess out of her in the most inconvenient times.
“you’re telling me you’re not going to get there early and sit in your car for 45 minutes until your associates arrive?” you watch her silently think it over in the mirror, her eyes agreeing “i’m only asking for 15, ill help you clean up in 10 and you will still get there 5 minutes too early to even be on time.
“fine” giving in, she sighs “but take this off me first, and don’t ruin my makeup.”
you keep silence while you undo the zipper of her dress and then speak. “can’t promise that, mommy”
“will you get on all fours for me, please?” you tap her ass in affection and turn around, grabbing the first strap your hand touched. you don’t take that much to put it on, and when you’re back, she’s already on the floor, just like you asked her to, waiting patiently. “these are still on? you know you’re going to have to change them anyways luv”
“just move them to the side, hurry” even though you roll your eyes you still obey, spitting on the tip of the toy and rubbing the growing amount of arousal all over her cunt.
eventually, you push it in, smirking at the way she gasps and her back arches slightly. it’s a slow but deep pace, you make sure she feels every part of the toy no matter the speed you use. “uh-uh, look up, look at yourself in the mirror. look at yourself while i fuck you”
“o-okay” her knuckles are turning white due to how hard she was gripping but she does manage to lift her head up and look. sometimes her eyes (and so do yours) go to her tits bouncing back and forth even in the tight-strapless bra she’s wearing because of how hard your hips snap against hers when you bottom out.
“feels n-nice”
“that’s it? nice?” you chuckle, leaning over to press your fingers on her clit “i told you to keep your eyes on yourself”
“s-sorry” she tries her best, she really does, but her head keeps falling down whenever you hit a spot inside of her or when you press just right against her clit. “fuck me faster”
“a little bossy aren’t we” you scoff “im gonna make you cum regardless of how fast i fuck you, you know that”
“yeah but-“
“shh” you don’t give in to her wishes but instead pull her by the hair, holding her there to make sure she’s actually looking at herself and no longer letting her head fall down every time you hit a good spot.
“don’t you like looking at yourself?” she tries to listen and process your question before answering “don’t you like the way you look when i fuck you?
“i do, i love it.” she cries, squinting her eyes shut. “i love looking at myself when you fuck me”
“i wanna cum- please” her voice is whimper-y and she is definitely out of breath but she still attempts to talk.
“already? it’s been less than 15 baby”
“i don’t care” momo shakes her head, some of the hair that had escaped your hand wiggling with it. “please just let me cum”
“do it.” you let go of her hair just to tap her face slightly, as if giving her the go to cum. she doesn’t need it tho, because she instinctively cries out and lets her head fall down when she cums, the arms that were holding her up shaking and threatening to give out as the waves of extasis ripple through her.
she needs a moment, before she can get up and try to get dressed without your help. but you wouldn’t let her do that, you made sure to get a cloth to clean any of her cum that could have gotten in her thighs and help her get out of her dirty underwear into a clean pair. “let me zip you up my love”
momo stands in front of you, still trying to get her breath back as you zip the back of her dress again. “you did so good for me baby” kissing her shoulder, you let her pass to the vanity stool to fix her hair that you had messed up. “have fun tonight okay?”
“i will, i’ll miss you tho” she pecks your lips with a pout
“i’ll be here when you come back” you peck her lips this time holding her cheeks to deepen it the slightest bit “you look beautiful by the way”
“thank you baby” this is like the third peck, but she knows you’re gonna send her off soon
“you need to go if you still wanna be five minutes early” both of you chuckle as she nods and gives you one last kiss, this one deeper and longer than the rest. “i love you” you say as she walks out of your room ready for her dinner, but she makes sure not to leave without reciprocating the three words.
#why did this kind of get fluffy at the end#sub!momo#my stuff#twice imagine#twice smut#twice x reader#twice imagines#momo imagine#momo imagines#momo x reader#momo smut
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lover with a dollar $ign
pairing; yeonjun x reader
summary; You knew your boyfriend wanted to give you the finer things in life, but you didn’t know he’d go this far to do it.
warnings; BANK ROBBER YEONJUN (we love a criminal), cursing, yeonjun being dumb and yn being in luv w him anyway, kind of an open ending? but not really?? idk.
word count; 556
note; not gonna lie i’m high-key surprised i managed to finish this so quickly??? (the power of yeonjun) lol but pls do not expect this much productivity from me in the future. this is pt 2 of the loser lover based one-shots!! enjoy!
You jumped in surprise at your boyfriend suddenly opening the car door and getting in, throwing a large duffle bag in the back of the car before abruptly wrapping his hand around the back of your neck and kissing you hard.
When he pulled away he rubbed his hands over his face, and it was then that you noticed how hard he was breathing. “I did it.”
“Yeonjun?” You frowned, reaching out a hand cautiously. “Baby are you okay?”
He laughed. “Fuck. I actually fucking did it. I can’t believe it.”
His words only made you more concerned. “Did what? What’s going on?”
Yeonjun turned to face you abruptly, grabbing both your hands and holding onto them tightly. “Sweetheart, what would you say if I told you that money would never be an issue for us from now on?”
“Haha, very funny.” You rolled your eyes.
“Y/N I’m serious. We can do whatever and go wherever we want now.”
You couldn’t stop the scoff that escaped your lips. “ Baby have you looked at our bank account recently? Because I’m pretty sure the only place we could go with what’s in there is the convenience store.”
“Yeah, but that was before I got this.” Yeonjun reached back and grabbed the bag, unzipping it.
Your eyes widened and your mouth dropped open. “Yeonjun…”
“It’s ours now.”
You looked up at him in disbelief. “How? Where the fuck did you get all this money?!”
He looked away with a shrug. “Does it matter?”
“Yes it fucking matters!” You frowned. “What happened? What did you do?”
Yeonjun tilted his head back against the headrest, still avoiding your eyes. “I stole it.”
“You stole it!?”
“Shh!” Your boyfriend looked around, making sure no one was nearby that might overhear the two of you talking. “Yes, I stole it from one of those cheap banks that nobody cares about.”
“Is that supposed to make me feel better?” You felt a little hysterical at this point, but who could blame you? You just found out your boyfriend stole thousands of dollars.
“Baby look, I know this wasn’t the best way to-“ Yeonjun stopped mid sentence when he saw flashing lights in the rear view mirror. He quickly turned off the overhead light and put his seat back, motioning for you to do the same.
You did, although somewhat reluctant, and you couldn’t stop the tears that welled in your eyes as you looked up at the ceiling, waiting for the cop car to pass.
When you both deemed it safe you pulled your seats back up.
Yeonjun looked over when he heard you sniffle. He could feel his heart break a little at the sight of silent tears running down your face.
“Y/N, baby,” his hand cupped your face and gently turned you to look at him. “I’m sorry. I didn’t want to make you upset.”
You bit your lip. “Should’ve thought about that before robbing a fucking bank you idiot.”
“I know, I know. You’re right, I’m so stupid.” He leaned his forehead against yours. “I’m just so tired of being such a loser in life.” His lips brushed against yours. “I wanted to give you the world.”
You looked at Yeonjun through tear-filled, blurry eyes. He was still so beautiful. “I never wanted the world. I already had you.”
#txt scenarios#txt imagines#txt x reader#choi yeonjun x reader#choi yeonjun imagines#choi yeonjun scenarios#txt x gn reader
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hi! i’m here to request for a part two to atsumu’s story for their s/o mentioned about divorce during an argument and they go for samu (*ˉ︶ˉ*) if that’s ok for you 🙇🏻♀️
| You Bring Up Divorce During An Argument! || Miya Atsumu Pt. 2
PART ONE
Genre: Comfort
Characters: Osamu & Atsumu Miya
Pronouns: She/Her
TW: None
NOT PROOFREAD || IM TRUSTING AUTOCORRECT
ily guys sm for giving me a reason to write this mwah
OSAMU MIYA
Everyone saw it coming, Mrs. Miya, shared friends, and especially Osamu. What Osamu did not see coming was you crying at in front of his doorstep at one am. “Y/n? It’s late what’re your doing here? Are you okay? Come inside it’s cold.” He ushered Y/N inside his home. Both Miya’s sat on Osamu’s grey couch, he embraced Y/N as she sobbed into his shoulder.
“I don’t understand ‘samu,” y/n hiccuped, “Did four years mean nothing to him, did 2 years of being married mean nothing?” She continued on, “ I don’t understand what I did wrong really, that reporter was all over him and he definitely knew it. He’s such a bitch how did I ever let myself marry someone like that.” She sobbed harder into Osamu’s shoulder. “I know he’s an asshole, he doesn’t deserve someone like you.”
Y/n interrupted him, “Then what do I deserve? He’s all I’ve ever known ever been in a serious relationship with! I don’t know anybody else I don’t know if there is anybody else!” Osamu did nothing but whisper small shhs and rub her back. “There’s definitely someone out there better then my brother y/n you just have to find them. You’re so sweet and kind I don’t know how anyone could not fall in love with you.” Osamu whispered, “Especially as hard as I do.” Y/n lifts her head off of Osamu’s now wet shoulder. “You’re in love with me?”
Osamu just looks at her with closed eyes as she continued, “You watched me marry your twin brother! Watched all of our fights, watched how he treated me, and just now your finally fucking tell me you love me back!” Osamu’s eyes widened at the last sentence, “I only dated your brother to try and get closer to you! You could’ve saved me falling in love with him! You could’ve saved me from this whole situation Mya Osamu!” Y/n starred into his surprised eyes.
His lips turned into a frown, “I’m sorry, I wanted Atsumu to be happy before me-“ He couldn’t finish before being interrupted, “You’re so selfless it hurts other people Samu I can’t believe you.” Osamu does nothing but lightly smile at her, “I know.”
The next day, Y/N had filed for divorce to Atsumu Miya, got the rest of her stuff when she gave the papers to Atsumu, and soon she was yet again Mrs. Miya only to the right twin this time.
Epilogue
“Haru! Stop eating your fathers onigiri that’s for uncle Atsumu!” Osamu laughs as he walks back to the counter, “Calm down she can have one I can just make more babe.” Y/n sighs, “You’re as bad as our kids Miya.” Haru giggles before hopping off the kitchen table chair with two pieces of onigiri. “I’m gonna give one Haruto mom!”
Y/N sighs before realization sets in, “Haru no he’s 8 months old he can’t eat that!” After running up to her baby girl and picking her up to drag her back to the dining table for the Miya family reunion. Atsumu and his wife the news reporter, osamu and y/n plus their two kids they rub in atsumus face. Enjoy your after thoughts.
i’m so sorry this was complete ass but so many people requested it so I tried to write it the fastest I could. anyways i hope u guys enjoyed it luv u and here’s everyone who’s usernames i have that wanted a part too! (should i make a tag list 🧐) @squiddlie @koutps rest are anonymous!
#miya atsumu#miya osamu#divorce#wedding#kids#haikyuu#hq imagines#hq comfort#atsumu miya x reader#osamu x reader#haru#haruto#osamu miya x you
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Hooks and Coins|| Harry Hook x Reader Soulmate AU!
Requested: by @lemonypink
Warnings: Harry being cute
Pairings: Harry Hook x Swann-Turner! Reader
Author's note: Oh my gosh this took so long! I’m literally so sorry! My motivation for writing has been a little iffy lately. Buuutt I’ve also been binging Criminal Minds soo it kinda gave me a creative push to start writing again. (Spencer Reid fics comin in the future) Anyway, I hope you guys enjoy this fic as I get back into writing again.
P.S. Melody is Melody from the second little mermaid movie, and I know she's kinda not mentioned again in the fic but just know that this is y/n’s best friend and that’s who she is lmao. I also thought the Coin would fit well in here because of the movies just sshhhh. Enjoy!!!!
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"it's soon! I swear!" The night of your 16th birthday, the day your life would change.
The day you get your soulmate tattoo.
"Are you sure??" Melody whines. "I'm positive! Look, it's not even 12:00 on the dot yet- ONE MORE MINUTE!" You look back from the phone on your lap to your right wrist.
"It's twellveeee." Melody cooed.
"Please please please..." You muttered still hopeful.
Then it hit, well stung. "Ow, ow, I feel it!"
"Let me see!" Melody basically climbed on top of you and saw it before you could. She gasped "oh my gosh y/n..." "What? What is it?" You tried to pull back your wrist to see, but Melody kept it steady.
"Y/n, as your best friend, I have to warn you as to what you're about to see...."
"C'mon Mells, it can be that bad." You sighed and tried to pull away from her.
"You have to PROMISE Me that you won't freak out?"
Annoyed, you sighed and smiled "I promise." "Okay.." she released your hand. You rubbed your wrist and looked at the small tattoo, "A Hook?" "Not just any hook... Penny told me about this." "This is the same hook as the famous Captain Hook himself! It must be his son!"
"Captain? So my soulmate is a Pirate? Like Dad and Mom?" Melody nods almost worried.
"Awesome."
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"It's late Harry, your sister is gonna kill us if we get caught and wake your dad." Gill rubbed his eyes as he walked towards the galley of the ship.
"I know, but this is where the best lighting is...in a few minutes, I'll get me soulmate...well uh, tattoo I mean." He whispered and unlocked the door, cursing at the squeaky floors.
Harry turned on the lamp nestled on his father's desk. The room lit up illuminating the maps that his father and oldest sister had drawn up while sailing the open seas. He dreamed of nothing more than doing that, sailing and hailing a crew of his own, but for now, he follows Uma’s orders.
“One more minute Harry.” Gill whispered looking at the tickless clock on the desk.
“Aye, ow! fff-!” Harry cupped his hand and flipped it to see his wrist, he bit back the pain as he saw the black ink form on his wrist. He’d been confused and tried to make it out as it formed. “Bloody hell, this sure is detailed in’it?” Gill loomed over Harry's shoulder, wondering what it was himself, Gill was sure he wasn't ready for his soulmate yet if he had to endure this much pain.
Harry closed his eyes and exhaled as the pain stopped.
He opened his eyes to see the grim Aztec Coin staring back at him.
“Holy shi-” “Gil do you know what this means?!” “She’s spooky?” “No GIl, you git, She’s a pirate! and she’s a Turner...” He says in awe as he smiles down at his wrist.
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A few months later both of you seemed to forget. The events of your daily lives getting in the way. You’re training to go off on a sailing trip with your dad for a few months, and Harry is… currently Helping Uma get revenge on Mal by kidnapping Ben.
But.. you were unaware of this. Obviously.
Lonnie and you were fencing/sword fighting in the school’s courtyard (for fun) when you saw the boys rushing into the limo. You both caught up to them and questioned them immediately.
“What’s going on here Jay?” Lonnie snickered full well knowing what’s happening because she overheard it earlier passing their room. “We.. uh..” “we’re going with you..” Lonnie cut the pair off. And this is how you went to the Isle of the Lost for the first time.
They had told you the plan but left out the part about who they were going to have to deal with if the plan went south. You were nowhere near nervous. All those times you’d trained with Lonnie and your parents at the shop basically were all for this moment. Your pirate self was ready.
Mal handed over the wand and you cringed a bit. “She’s gonna know it's fake…” you turned to Lonnie and whispered. “Shh I know, get ready..” you prepped your sword and placed one hand on your lapel while the other was free to toss the swords.
That’s when everything went south. You and Lonnie sprung into action and helped the others. The sounds of metal clashing mixed with the creaking of the ship and the salty sea air made you happy, it filled you with adrenaline. It felt like you were at home.
2 people fighting you at once, then three, then none, one by one you tossed them overboard.
You were caught in the crossfire between Carlos and some other goons so you ducked under them and sprung onto your feet right into someone else's back.
You both turned to each other, swords ready, you saw him and you felt that burning in your body. The one that your friends always said happened when you met your soulmate… “Ow!” “Oi!!” Harry lurched back and held his hand. And so did you.
“You…” he pointed at you “are you…?” you held up your hand and showed your tattoo. He gasped and smiled “I knew I’d see you one day..” you said in awe. You heard Uma yell for Harry and his smile faltered into a smirk.
“Sorry lass, no ‘ard feelings right?” “Obviously.” You struck your sword first and your swords clashed with each other. “I knew you were good Turner, but not this good.” he laughed as you both turned a corner of the ship. “Thanks! Maybe I can teach you sometime Hook, You seem a bit rusty!” “Oi! My ‘eart Lass.. that one hurt!”
You snickered and he had caught you by a wood post “awe, our first dance is over now?” your eyes sparkled. He smirked ”Aye if this were different, i’d very much like to get to know you lassy…” he got closer almost closing the gap in between you two. And his lips brushed yours before you heard Mal and Lonnie yell that it’s time to go. You smiled “sorry Luv, it’s time for me to go!” you kiss his cheek and push him away into a hole that’s in the ship. “Oi! That’s not fair!”
You were the last one to leave and thought of an idea, you caught up with them and helped Mal to kick off the ramp back to the car. “Find me!” You blew a kiss to Harry and smiled, and so did he. on the inside, of course, he had to be “mad” for Uma’s sake. But right now he was anything but. He just met his Soulmate and she was everything he dreamed of.
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Almost a year had passed when you had first met Harry. And you constantly think about him every day and so does he.
He sat at the bow of the ship looking out to the ocean thinking about you. It’s all that he’s been thinking about actually. He’s waiting for the day you can be with each other and in each other's arms. You literally took his breath away, because you kicked him, but he was entranced by your skills and beauty. He dreams about learning with you, meeting your folks, owning a ship, and most importantly.. Sailing away with you to see the world. He was stuck here.
Though he didn't know that you had convinced Ben (it took a lot of convincing) to let Harry over onto the isle for a while. Your boating trip with your dad had gone so well that you also convinced your dad to let you go alone this time. Your parents knew how a forbidden love felt more than anyone else. The love between the two of them, a humble blacksmith that was the son of a pirate and the daughter of a wealthy governor who found that boy so long ago. They were never supposed to be together in society's standards, but their love was the strongest bond. They granted their blessing to you, they knew you'd be safe. You’re a strong pirate and they want to see you the happiest you can be.
You smiled and looked out the window of the limo as it crossed the bridge. Mal and Evie both came with you so they could help you find him and tell him the news. You guys slip onto the docks while Mal and Evie keep guard on the limo and watch you just in case you need back up. “Ursulas…” you smile and cross through the swinging doors, you found him and you felt the burning feeling in your body again. So did he. “OI!” he dropped the basket of chips he was holding and growled at the mess he made. He was fuming until he locked eyes with you. “My princess has come back to me?” he smiled and walked towards you completely forgetting about the fries as he kicked them to the side. “Hey Hook.” you smiled and felt his hand on your face but he backed away. “Woah Turner you ain't gonna kick me ‘gain right?” “no.” you laughed and you both hugged each other.
He took the two of you outside “what are ye doin here luv? I mean, you don’ ‘ave to make any excuses to see me, but you came all the way from the other side.” he laughed and pushed back a strand of stray hair behind your ear. You blushed and held one of his hands, but unknowingly played with one of the rings on said hand. He bit his lip smiling at your nervousness. “U-Uhm.” you were surprised by the nerves in your voice, you were never this nervous before. This boy is going to wreck you. “It took major convincing, but I finally convinced my family and Ben to let you come to Auradon with me for a three-month sailing trip…” you smiled and looked at him. His eyes lit up and he lifted you off the ground and spun you around. “Are ye serious?! Of course I'd go with you!” “Great! We leave…” you check your watch on your left arm. “ In 30 minutes!” “Aye! I need to pack!” you laughed.
he backed you into the wall. You smirked, “oi, I've been trying to do this ever since the first time we met.” He closed the gap between you two and the feeling of his soft pillowy lips on yours brought you comfort and warmness. You kissed back and ran your fingers through his dark locks as he tightened his grip around your waist. You never wanted this to end. “25 minutes!” You heard the girls yell and you pulled away and laughed. “I've finally found my Turner..” “And I’ve finally found my Hook..”
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