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hate sex with toji fushiguro

content: fem!reader, mean!toji, big dick!toji, degradation, dirty talk, fingering, overstimulation

note: no clue why but tumblr hates me and won't let me add images so i don't have any dividers TT

arguments are annoying. arguments with toji, however, are more than annoying. they’re a living nightmare. the guy’s already an asshole and add the fact he has the ego the size of an elephant, he became unbearable. the two of you got into arguments often because you hate each other's guts and every single time he had to ensure that he was in the right and you weren’t. not to mention that the two of you were roommates and you were expected to go home everyday to face him.

the argument this time was stupid and dumb in every possible way. you were angry about him leaving his clothes everywhere and he got mad at you for being a ‘nagging witch’ as he called you. the shouting then started and you were sure the neighbours were very tired at the constant screaming that came from your apartment.

one minute you’re shouting at each other and the next you’re lunging at each other and ripping your clothes off. the intensity of the moment overtakes any sense of rationality. your lips collide with his and he hungrily mashes his face against yours. toji’s hands roughly rip your blouse apart, groaning when he catches sight of the red lacy bralette you have on. you push him against the wall, your lips never leaving his, and he responds with a ferocity that matches your own. his hands are everywhere, exploring every inch of your body, igniting a fire that consumes you both. toji’s fingers are tangled in your hair, pulling you closer as his mouth moves feverishly against yours. your own hands are not idle, tearing at his shirt, exposing the sculpted muscles beneath.

“like what you see, fushiguro?”

“fucking love it.” he growls, tugging your jeans off and pushing you down on the couch. he lifts his shirt over his torso and you marvel at his muscular body. everything about him is so seductive and you feel your panties grow wet, sticking to your folds. his breath is hot against your neck as he trails rough kisses down to your collarbone, his teeth grazing your skin in a way that sends shivers down your spine. you gasp, your nails digging into his back, earning a low growl from him that reverberates through your entire body. “gonna fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk.”

you scoff as he climbs on top of you. “yeah right.”

“don’t believe me doll?” toji’s voice is deep and husky, each word dripping with lust. his fingers press to your core making you squirm. he knows exactly the right buttons to push to make you unravel into a pile of moans beneath him but you refuse to please him with your noises, keeping quiet. “why’re you keeping silent angel?”

you don’t answer and it angers him even more. toji shoves his fingers into you and you bite your lip hard. he smirks, thrusting his digits in and out of you, making it harder for you to keep everything in. your pussy’s growing wetter as the lewd sounds fill your ears and you lift your hips for him to reach deeper. each time he thrusts them in you feel more drawn into the pool of desire that he's creating, the one that sucks you in and never lets you go.

a blissful feeling shoots through your body and a moan finally slips past your lips when he curls his fingers. toji grins, satisfied with the way you wriggle around. he scissors you open, fingers stretching out your tight core and each time he does you squirm against his grasp.

"that's it." he says, kissing your neck. "that's it baby, moan for me doll, such a filthy slut, you’re dripping all over my fingers." he leaves marks and you feel him suck at your neck, lightly nipping the flesh. you're more than happy to let him and you lean your head back, giving him a bigger canvas to litter his dark purple paint.

your orgasm is fast approaching and you can't say anything before his fingers are ripped away from you and he replaces it with his cock. toji slams down on you, the tip of his cock reaching your cervix and you scream. he’s so so big and you aren’t given any time to adjust to his sheer size as he starts fucking you with carnal desire. you let out a strangled sob, clawing at his back, nails digging into his taut muscles.

"f-fuck you." you pant, hands gripping his biceps to stop you from sliding up and down from the force of his thrusts. "you're an asshole fushiguro."

toji groans, sweat dripping down his forehead, continuing to pound into you. "and you're a brat."

curses leave both of your mouths, sometimes directed at each other or sometimes directed at the pleasure both of you are feeling. either way, you're feeling like you're riding a euphoric train straight to heaven, not that you'll ever tell toji that. his low grunts make you whine as you call his name repeatedly. his cock feels so good around you, throbbing around your walls as you suck him in.

there's something about the way his hair falls into his eyes that makes your hands reach to knot them into his dark locks. toji hisses at the slight pain but he doesn't stop instead he goes faster. everything about toji fushiguro makes you go crazy and with his cock thrusting in you with no mercy, it only increases your frenzy.

"shit, hnghh, don't do that fushiguro." you moan when he hits a particular spot inside you which makes your body jolt. toji smirks and he positions his hips, slamming into the exact place again. he smiles innocently at you.

"what, this?”

"yes! o-oh my god…yes yes yes, toji r-right there!" you shout, feeling your whole body tingling with your release coming soon. "fuck!"

it comes so quickly and you feel yourself drowning in your orgasm, the way the feeling overtakes your body. there's a sharp sensation that slowly spreads across your body and you bask in the feeling of having your release. it doesn't last long because toji's still pounding into you, a low animalistic growl leaves his throat.

"who told you that you could cum?" you gulp, realising what you’ve just done. his eyes darken and he fucks you harder, hips snapping to yours. “fucking whore, you never listen do you? can’t ever be an obedient little girl f’me, fucking pain in the ass.”

your cum leaks out of you and his cock makes your pussy a mess. you're still super sensitive and at the rate that he's thrusting into you, you're going to cum again. toji moans as he pounds into you, throwing his head back and his hands squeeze your ass. you sob at the overstimulation, tears escaping your eyes as you whine and whimper under toji.

“‘m sorry, ‘m sorry toji- just felt so good, ‘m sorryyy.” your incessant babbles echo through your apartment as you feel your mind blank as his cock bullies into your pussy.

"yeah? you should be sorry slut, always fuckin’ nagging, need to fill you with my cum so you keep quiet."

you whine feeling your body grow hotter under his touch. you feel yourself nearing your second orgasm and you know toji's close too by the way his thrusts are even quicker. a series of moans leave both of your lips and you feel his cock twitch inside of you before his load is dumped. warm cum spreads throughout your pussy, coating every inch of your gummy walls and you feel yourself overflow with cum. your orgasm wracks through your body too, this one more powerful than the other and you find yourself crying out his name, chanting it like a mantra.

the feeling's all too much and toji collapses into you making sure not to squeeze you too hard. you can feel every abdominal muscle through skin to skin contact. his breath fans across your neck, hot and ragged. you run your fingers through his hair, feeling the damp strands against your fingertips.

"you know what this means y/n?" you look at him confused and he smirks. "means i can finally fuck you in that bathroom."

#jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #jjk x reader #toji smut #toji fushiguro smut #toji x reader #toji fushiguro #toji x you #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #smut #toji x y/n #toji fushiguro x reader #toji fushiguro x you #jjk headcanons #jjk x you

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Hiiii!!!!!! Could you please do something with the ateez members reacting to you being able to rap?? Like you memorized lose yourself by Eminem as a kid and they see you slay it at karaoke? Love your work!!!🥰🥰🥰🥰

A/n: Hi!! Love this idea hahaha. So glad ateez isn’t actually listening to me rap, cuz I would just humiliate myself lol. I tried to make this as non repetitive as possible, I hope you like it! (Also i literally don’t know anything about rap music so bear with me.)

Ateez OT8 reaction to you rapping

Hongjoong

You, Seonghwa, Yeosang and Hongjoong decided to go to karaoke and sing your hearts outs. After 3 shots and 6 songs later, Mackelmore's "Can't hold us" comes on. You stand up abruptly, ready for your moment to shine. You snatch the microphone away from Yeosang and start spitting fire. You're so in the zone that you don't notice Hongjoong's eyes comically bugging out of his head. He blinks slowly and a big smile comes onto his face. Once you're done with the song, Hongjoong spins you around to face him.

"Holy shit babe, we gotta get you in that studio asap."

Seonghwa

"I bet you can't do my verse in bouncy."

Seonghwa challenged you, therefore you had to prove him wrong. You crack your neck, your knuckles and your back dramatically, and flip your hair against his face. He laughs at your antics and sits back to enjoy the show. You absolutely devour his verse, and turn around to give him a smug raise of your eyebrow. "How was that huh?" Seonghwa is stunned and just starts slow clapping for you while you curtsy.

Yunho

Yunho jumps up and down in excitement as you get ready to blow him away. He requested you to do "Lose yourself" by Eminem, and while you're confident in your skills, you worry about Yunho's reaction. You take a deep breath and do the whole song with so much swagger and confidence that Yunho can't keep his happy whoops and cheers in. He turns into your personal hype man and claps with pride once you finish being a rap goddess.

“Again again again!!!”

Yeosang

"Baby i've never heard you rap before, pleaseeeee please rap for me." Yeosang has been begging you to rap for ages now. Whether it's for making fun of you or to genuinely appreciate your skills, you agree anyways. You pick one of your favorites, "Rap god" by Eminem. As soon as you start, Yeosang's mouth drops open. He makes eye contact with the other guys and just stares at your jumping form in awe. After you're done he picks you up with one arm and holds you like a trophy.

"Presenting to you, the rapper of this generation."

San

You requested “Not like us” by Kendrick Lamar and you were so prepared. San had never heard you rap before, so he sat down and observed you in interest. Through the first verse, San is already thoroughly impressed. You’re so into the music you don’t look at him until you’re done. You turn around and see that he’s got tears in eyes. “San are you crying?!”

“Sorry babe, my girlfriend is just so talented I couldn’t hold it in.”

Mingi

You choose his verse in “To the beat” for karaoke, excited to show Mingi. You grab Seonghwa for moral support and you both jump up and down with excitement while spitting bars. Meanwhile, Mingi grabs one of the rings on his own finger and goes down on one knee right behind you. When you’re done and turn around, you yelp in surprise. “Mingi oh my god what are you doing?”

“You thought you could rap like that and not become my wife??”

Wooyoung

“PLEASE PLEASE DO HUMBLE PLEASE.” Wooyoung begs you to do “humble” by Kendrick Lamar and you can’t help but accept it. As the first word comes out of your mouth, Wooyoung loses it. He screams and runs to the hallway yelling “THATS MY GIRLFRIEND EVERYONE.” While you just laugh and continue rapping. (Oh to have Wooyoung be your hypeman bf)

Jongho

“Ok Jongho, I’m gonna rap for you now hehe. Get ready.” Get ready he does indeed. He sits back comfortably and watches intently as you put on “Matz” by Seonghwa and Hongjoong. You get to the really fast part of Hongjoong’s verse and Jongho can’t help the surprise that goes through him. He never knew that you could rap like this. He watches you get so immersed in the song and can’t help falling in love with you even more. When you’re done he motions you to go over to him. He pats his thigh once and you obey, settling across his lap.

“You are full of so many talents my baby.”

#ateez #mingtinysworld #ateez fic #ateez x reader #ateez fanfic #ateez scenarios #ateez reactions

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Lovely?

Summary: You don't like the marauders. You don't talk and don't even look at them. But as you visit your friend in the hospital wing you encounter a certain boy with brown hair, scars and this lovely eyes.

Pairing: Remus Lupin x Gryffindor!reader

Warnings: Low self esteem, past bullying?, This is no bully! Marauders fic!!

Part 1

"Hey, do you want to study for Transfiguration together?"

A normal day. It should have been. But ever since I was asked who I would date, I've been hearing giggles and whispers. And now James is standing in front of Amy and me. Ready to finish something. I don't know what yet, but it's going to hurt.

Because it will be a joke of theirs.

"Why should we?" I go straight on the offensive. Leave fears behind and intimidate them.

Sirius, who was standing behind James, looked to the side to stifle a laugh. That kind of upset me.

"Well, in the last lesson you had... We thought we could help each other."

Oh. My mistake. That they laughed about. Learning. Together. Actually, they just want to smile at my stupidity. SMILE.

"Amy doesn't even have Transfiguration." I hissed, looking the boy in front of me in the eye for the first time. He looked almost uncomfortable.

This boy I rode to Hogwarts with in the same wagon. And who now feels too cool to remember my name. I'm just a joke that you crack a few times and then forget.

"Which is why, unfortunately, I have to say goodbye and go upstairs. Important subjects are waiting for me!" Amy tapped my shoulder and I was about to thank her inwardly until- "That's why I'm leaving this sweetie here with you, okay?"

Peter looked up from his book for the first time. He was sitting on the couch by the fire.

In the common room of Gryffindor, it was not uncommon for people to fight over this space. Peter snatched it early enough so that Remus, who looked very ill that morning, just sat on the chair at the table next to it.

Peter was probably just as disappointed that Amy left as I was, if I interpreted his expression correctly.

"Amy," I whispered to her, "what are you doing?"

She raised her eyebrows, rolled her eyes and sighed briefly. And I understood. She wanted me to give them a chance.

I looked at her with begging eyes and screamed at her in my mind not to leave me here alone.

"So...?" James stood there like a boy waiting for his mother's permission.

And I wasn't going to give it to him.

"Sorry, Jarry, but I was planning on studying for other subjects with Amy today. So if you'll excuse us." What did I just say?

"Oo-," James looked to his friends while Sirius laughed out loud, "-okay?"

I didn't look at Amy and just stomped faree upstairs to our room.

Amy followed me, but not without letting out a sigh of disappointment.

"What was that about?" My voice was a little louder than usual. "I thought we agreed that we didn't like the four of them?"

Amy groaned and threw herself on her bed. "I never said that. I meant that they can be assholes sometimes, that's all."

"But they just were assholes?"

I also sat down on my bed and looked out of the window. The Hufflepuff team was playing quidditch.

"How were they assholes in any way, please? James just asked us if we wanted to study with them in the common room."

I could hear Amy starting to get angry.

"You know what he meant. He only asked because I said something completely stupid in Transfiguration the day before yesterday and everyone had a laugh. And now he wanted to hear more of it."

Amy had gone quiet. Then she snorted loudly. "Jesus Christ."

"What?!" As I turned around, two piercing eyes looked into me.

"Can you please stop painting the devil on the wall for once? You sound worse than Cassandra!"

Now I snorted.

But Amy wasn't finished yet. "You're so afraid of being ridiculed that you're becoming an asshole yourself!"

The sun was setting. And the moon slowly rose.

"Why are you so sure that the four of them are making fun of you?"

I hated that tears were welling up in my eyes. "That's how it always is! Suddenly all these people are nice to you, who didn't even know who you were before, to lure you into safety, but in reality they're blaspheming and laughing at you. It's always like that!"

Amy shook her head.

"No, it's just always like that in your head. There's a chance that these people just want to get to know you better."

Amy took her DADA textbook and turned to the other wall. "To exclude this opportunity from the outset is not only a mistake, but also a missed opportunity to make new friends."

I looked up at the full moon. I felt as if he was out there suffering with me.

You understand me, don't you?

Probably not.

The next morning, Amy was still mad at me. I couldn't blame her. What I said already sounded pathetic.

But so far it had always been the truth.

It was unusually quiet at breakfast. Amy ate almost nothing and hurried to her tray.

We had different subjects at the beginning of the day, but at lunch Amy was nowhere to be seen. There were whispers again and I wanted to scream.

And it was only in charms that I was told she had been taken to the hospital wing.

That was not uncommon for Amy. Amy was very fragile. Amy always put on a very strong front, also to help me. But the truth was that stress really affected her and at one point she almost fell over sick.

Was it because of our argument? I don't know. But I certainly felt guilty.

After class, I hurried to the hospital wing and let myself be led to her bed.

She looked almost peaceful as she slept. I carefully sat down next to her and took her hand. She was sweaty and cool at the same time.

Madam Pomfrey explained to me that Amy had been under a lot of stress lately and had eaten something bad. Then she went to the next bed and talked with the visitors there.

Visitors with... familiar voices?!

"Oh, please, you can't expect us to just leave him here alone?" Was that Sirius?

"Yes, I must. You know he needs his rest now. So shoo." Madam Pomfrey sounded a bit annoyed.

"We can stay here quietly!" That was James. Ironically loud.

"No, Mr. Potter, you cannot. So, gentlemen. Out!"

I saw out of the corner of my eye how Madam Pomfrey shooed several people outside. But who was behind the curtain of the bed? Whom were they visiting?

The curtain didn't cover the whole bed. In fact, it was only drawn on my side. Quietly, I got up and tried to get a quick look at the person. I took a cautious step to the side and—

There layed Remus. A pretty battered Remus, wrapped in bandages.

Suddenly, the curtain was pulled back and I stood there as if caught red-handed.

Remus looked at me in surprise. His look was somehow different than usual and I imagined he took a deep breath before he spoke.

"Hi." ... "Hi."

His body was even worse wrapped up than I had seen from the side. He was sitting upright and his upper body was full of bandages. His face also had scratches but his eyes were still so deep-

I stared at him. For far too long.

I quickly sat down next to Amy, who was still asleep.

Remus cleared his throat. "Is Amy very unwell?"

Somehow I wasn't prepared for a conversation with him. Not with one of the four. Not with Remus.

"According to Madam Pomfrey, it's just stress. She just needs to get some rest and then she should feel better." I was almost whispering, my voice was so quiet. Nothing compared to yesterday.

"That's good. I hope she gets better soon. Has anything bad happened?" I looked up at him. His eyes were so gentle, as if he really cared. "Something that's really stressing her out?"

When he noticed my look, he looked away. To my disappointment. "But actually, it's none of my business-"

"We had a fight." Why did I tell him that? "I worried her again."

I looked at Amy. Her face wasn't quite so pale and her hand, which I was holding, wasn't quite so sweaty.

"Oh." Remus' voice was very quiet. As if he was afraid of saying the wrong thing. As if he was worried to say the wrong thing.

"And why are you lying here? What happened to you?" It was only when I looked at him that I realized the question was a bit rude.

"If you want to tell me," I added.

He just sighed and suddenly looked so far away. "It was an accident."

I waited for him to tell me more. He didn't.

It stayed quiet between us for a long time. I could feel his gaze from the side, but somehow it didn't bother me a bit. I almost felt safe.

Suddenly he asked me: "Why did you argue?"

I looked into his eyes and almost wanted to tell him everything. I looked at Amy and borrowed her words. "I was an asshole."

He tilted his head and smiled cautiously. "Somehow I can't imagine that."

I looked at him. He looked at me.

"Why?"

"Well, you... It's not like you at all."

I continued to look at him. He continued to look at me.

"What do you mean?"

"You're usually so... Lovely."

Lovely? He saying I was lovely?

I had to laugh. He looked away.

"Me? You don't know me then." I giggled softly. "Besides, anyone can be an asshole, no matter how sweet the person still is."

He looked outside. The moon was up. He had that look again. "Yeah, I guess you're right about that."

It was quiet again after that. I heard soft footsteps outside and my anxiety wanted me to leave. So I stood up and was about to say goodbye to Remus as he-

"I want to know."

"What?"

He suddenly looked into my eyes so intensely that I felt dizzy.

"I want to know you properly."

I didn't know what to say and just looked at him as he continued.

"I want to know what goes through your mind when you see me us."

His gaze moved away from me. "I want to know why you hate us so much."

My whole world suddenly spun and I was in the middle of it. What was he saying? What did he mean, why was he even talking to me? What was going on here, why was he even here? And why did he call me lovely? What did he mean?

I wanted to say something. Something about... What actually?

Somehow I couldn't get anything out of me and was stuck in this spiral of trying to say something and figure out what to say. I opened my mouth, as-

"Remus, we're here!" James' voice tried to sound quiet but was unmistakable. Just like the footsteps of the two boys walking towards his bed.

When I saw them, so many things came back to me. Why I didn't talk to Remus.

"Are you feeling better? Remus -" Sirius faltered when he saw me. He looked between me and Remus and then grinned at me.

"Oh hello."

He turned to James now and 'whispered' to him. "Prongs, let's go and give these two some time to themselves-"

Remus cleared his throat and pointed at Amy who was lying next to me. Sirius fell silent.

"I'd better go now." I said in a very quiet voice again. James and Sirius even left me alone, but I heard their voices before I closed the door behind me.

"So, did she talk to you?" "What was going on with her?" "Is there something-"

The door slammed behind me and my head seemed to explode with questions.

#marauders era #marauders #the marauders #harry potter #remus lupin #sirius black #james potter #remus lupin x reader #remus lupin x you #remus lupin angst

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sturnsbabie · 2 days

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𝐁𝐔𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐘𝐎𝐔

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐎𝐍𝐄: 𝟏𝟖𝐓𝐇 𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐄

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: lil skies x sls!reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: in which sls friends surprise her tickets to go see her favorite person in concert.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: swearing,smoking,smut.

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2.0k

today was sls birthday and her friends were surpising her with front row tickets to see her favorite artist ever lil skies.

it was her 18th birthday and mikayla and nate wanted it to be memorable for her. she was getting ready because her friends had told her to get ready and theyd pick her up soon because they had a surprise.

she was currently sat at her vanity finishing her makeup as she was listening to lil skies. she had on some eyeliner,lashes and a little bit of blush and some highlight topping it off with some red lipstick.

she put her hair down fixing it then got up walking over to her closet to pick out her outfit. she decided on a red leather jacket with a black tube top and some black denim shorts and a pair of black converse.

she sprayed on some perfume and grabbed her purse and phone and went to the living room waiting for her friends to pick her up.

she snapped a few pictures of herself and made a few tiktoks of her to some skies songs while she waited.

she had no clue what hersurprise was so she was feeling and nervous and decided to post a tiktok.

she replied to a few comments and got a text from nate saying they were here.

she grabbed her bag and went out to mikaylas car getting in the front with her as nate sat in the back.

“you ready for your surprise bitch!?” mikayla asked as the girl got into the car.

“bitch im scared” she laughed.

“good you should be.” nate said.

“shut the fuck up nate!” the girl laughed as mikayla started to head to their destination.

.•°♡°•.

as they got to the venue of the concert theyre surprising sls with nate blindfolded the girl.

“nate is this necessary?” the girl said.

“yes sls you cant know what your surprise is just yet.” he laughed as he got out of the car helping her out.

nate held sls hand as he lead her to the venue while mikayla was recording for sls vlog.

as they got to the venue they stood infront of the big sign that says “LIL SKIES BOSTON MA. JULY 4th SOLD OUT”.

all the girl could hear was loud music and people talking. “where the fuck did you guys take me.” she said.

mikayla gave nate a look indicating that the girl could take off the blindfold.

“okay sls go ahead and take your blindfold off and turn around.” nate said.

sls took off her blindfold and turned around and saw the big sign and let out a loud scream.

“ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS?” she said as she started to get teary eyed.

“happy birthday sls.” nate said pulling her into a hug.

“thank you both so much holy fuck”she said.

“youre welcome” they both said.

.•°♡°•.

it had been two hours since they were inside the venue and the concert started 10 minutes ago.

sls was living her best life being at barricade and screaming all the lyrics to his songs and recording a bit.

currently kill4u was playing thru the speakers as skies was singing along and sls was screaming the lyrics as he suddenly made eye contact with her.

“SAID WOULD YOU SHOOT FOR ME BECAUSE I WOULD KILL4U!” sls screamed as she pointed at him.

suddenly skies had the dj stop the song as he looked directly at sls. “damn baby you’re sexy asf. and you know all my songs shit shawty.”skies said as he was looking directly at sls.

“me??” she pointed to herself and he nodded.

“yeah baby you with the red leather jacket.” he said.

she let out a big scream and had tears running down her cheeks as he went on with the show.

for the rest of the show he kept coming over to where she was and they kept singing the lyrics together.

there were fans of her and her brothers there and the clips they recorded instantly spread all over tiktok.

the show ended and it was now time for sls to go get inline for the meet and greet.

she was very anxious and nervous to actually get to talk to him and see him after their little interaction during the show.

she was in the middle of the line and she was waiting for her turn.

.•°♡°•.

it was finally her turn to meet skies and she could feel tears run down her cheeks as she walked up to him.

“oh shit baby you the sexy one” he chuckled but instantly pulled her into his arms when he saw her crying.

“shhh its okay.” he said as he rubbed her back.

“sorry im just so excited to meet you youre my favorite artist ever.” she said as she hugged him.

“i feel honoured baby.” he chuckled.

she pulled away from the hug looking at him. “its also my 18th birthday and my friends surprised with tickets to see you” she said.

“well shit happy birthday baby.” he said pulling her into another hug.

“meet me backstage in 10. i wanna make your birthday memorable” he said.

she blushed and they took a few pictures before she walked off so he could finish up the meet and greet.

.•°♡°•.

it had been about ten minutes since the meet and greet finished and skies told the security to let sls backstage with him.

sls was now sitting on the back of the tour bus with skies and they were talking about how long she had been a fan and everything and skies was flirting with her.

“you wanna smoke this blunt with me baby?” skies said and she nodded.

he lit the blunt and pulled her into his lap as he started puffing on it then handed it to her.

“you having a good birthday?” he asked her.

“fuck yeah.” she smiled softly as she was puffing on the blunt then handing it back to him.

he smiled as he puffed on the blunt with one hand on her waist.

14 year old sls would be freaking out if she knew she would be sitting on skies lap smoking a blunt with him on her 18th birthday.

“wanna shotgun this blunt baby?” he asked.

“mmm yes daddy.” she giggled.

skies took a big puff of the blunt inhaling then grab her face blowing the smoke into her mouth as she inhaled the smoke and he pressed a soft kiss to her lips.

he put out the blunt grabbing her face again as he kissed her again this time deepening the kiss.

the girl wrapped her hands around his neck as her hands found their way into his hair as the kiss grew heated and his tounge was exploring her mouth.

she felt his errection growing under her and started grinding her core down on him causing him to let out a moan.

he pulled away from the kiss as he leaned into her kissing her neck as he left red and purple marks all across her neck as he removed the jacket off of her.

he leaned down kissing her chest as he ripped off her tube top and took a titty into his mouth as he played with the other one with his hand.

she let out a soft moan as she grinded herself on him as he was sucking and leaving marks all over her titties.

he pulled off of her titties and attached his lips back to hers before she pulled away and started to leave wet kisses all across his neck biting and sucking on a few spots.

“fuck baby your lips feel so good on my neck im tryna have them wrapped around my dick.” he said.

“anything for you daddy.” she said as she got off of his lap and onto her knees as she unbuckled his belt and slid off his pants causing his dick to spring out and hit his stomach.

he sat back and watched her as she took him into his mouth starting to bob her head as she wrapped her hand around stroking what she didnt have in her mouth as she made eye contact with him.

“fuck baby just like that.” he said as he grabbed the half smoked blunt lighting it and starting to puff on it.

he grabbed her hair with his freehand pushing her head down on his dick as she had her hands on his thighs for support.

once he finished the blunt he pulled her off of his dick and back onto his lap as he kissed her.

“let me fuck you baby.” he said to her.

“please do daddy.” she giggled.

with that he bent her over on the couch ripping her shorts as he slid them off of her as he ripped her panties off.

“those were my clothesss” she whined.

“dont worry baby ill let you wear my clothes once im finished” he said as he brushed his tip against her folds teasing her causing her to moan.

he held onto her hips tightly as he pushed into her starting to thrust as he slapped her ass a few times watching it jiggle as he was fucking into her.

“oh my god dadddyyy” she moaned out as he pounded into her.

“yeah?feel good baby? you like that rapper dick huh?” he said as he was gripping onto her hips so hard it would leave bruises.

“f-fuck” she moaned out as her eyes were rolling back in pleasure.

she started clenching around him as he leaned down kissing her back as his chains were hitting her back.

“pussy so fuckin good baby.” he moaned as he started to pull her hair.

“i wanna ride you” she moaned out.

“yeah you wanna ride this dick baby?” he said.

“please.”she said.

with that he pulled out and sat back down pulling her onto him lowering her onto his dick as she felt him stretching her out.

she pulled his shirt off of him and started to bounce on him as he leaned his hand down grabbing her ass guiding her on his dick.

she let out a loud string of moans as he suddenly grabbed her and started thrusting up into her hitting her gspot causing her to clench around him.

“gonna cum daddy”she said as her nails left scratches all over his back.

“cum for me baby cum all over this dick”he said as he left a few more marks all across her neck.

she grinded her hips into his as she felt herself cumming around him coating his dick with her cum as she moaned his name.

he thrusted up into her letting her come down from her high as he started to twitch inside of her.

he bit down on her shoulder as he shot his load inside of her filling her up.

he stayed inside of her for a few seconds as they caught their breaths and just enjoy the moment of them being close as he kissed her a few times.

suddenly her phone started to get blew up with texts and calls from mikayla and nate asking where she was.

“those are my friends i should probably get going.” she said as she looked at him.

he sighed. “i dont want you to leave.” he said.

“i know i dont wanna leave you but my friends are waiting on me.” she said.

he pulled out of her kissing her a few more times before sitting her down beside him.

“let me grab you some clothes then i guess ill let you get back to them baby.” he said.

she nodded as he got up and went and grabbed her a hoodie a clean pair of boxers and some of his sweats.

“here you go baby. you can keep these and remember the night we had together.” he said.

she nodded and stood up dressing herself as he threw on a pair of sweats.

“let me walk you outside of the bus?” he asked.

“okay.” she said with a small smile.

and with that he walked her outside and gave her a hug kissing her a few times telling her how enjoyed their night together.

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Part 22 ❤︎

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"Y/N, will you marry me?"

Tears well up in my eyes. “Hyunjin.. you can’t be serious.” I say, covering my mouth. “Oh I’m serious, more than you know.” He says with a smile. It takes a whole minute before I process the fact I haven’t given him an answer. I quickly start nodding my head before a broken “yes” leaves my mouth with a sob.

He quickly stands up and pulls me into a huge hug, picking me up and spinning me around. He puts me down gently and brings my left hand up to slide the ring on. “It’s beautiful.” I whisper, staring at it in awe. “It’s even more beautiful on you.” He says back.

•

Back at the group, everyone’s sitting around the fire anxiously waiting for hyunjin and y/n to return.

“How do you think it’s going?” Seungmin asks. “She’ll say yes. No doubt about it.” Felix says. “Yeah…” Minho says quietly. Everyone looks at his direction, throwing him apologetic looks. “Are you okay?” Ash asks. Minho gives her a small smile before muttering a quick yeah. Han gives Minho a small pat on his back and a smile. “It’ll be okay, she’ll come around.” He says. “If only it were that simple.” Minho stutters. Everyone sits in awkward silence for what seems like eternity, before Changbin makes a joke to change the subject.

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"There you guys are!" Felix yells, as we make their way back to the group. "Sooo....?" Ash starts to say. I quickly hold my left hand up with a huge smile on my face, showing everyone this beautiful ring placed on my finger. Everyone screams at once, running toward us and engulfing us into giant hugs. "I'm so happy for you two!" Jeongin says, pulling Hyunjin into him. I give him a big smile, until I see Minho standing behind him. He has a smile on his face, but I can tell that it's being forced. My heart shatter at the sight. It's been months since I've talked to him, months since I've given myself the chance to forgive him. How could I possibly still have any feelings for him. I'm an engaged woman now.. and I can't take my eyes off of him. How is it, I'm engaged to the person I've been madly in love with for such a long time now.. who has hurt me so much. But completely gave up on the person who never gave up on me, just for some stupid mistake of words. I quickly shake myself out of my thoughts as I watch Minho walk away. I feel Hyunjin's arms wrap around me from behind and his face push into my neck. "What's bothering you my love?" He asks quietly. I gesture towards Minho, who's currently down by the water by himself. Hyunjin takes a deep breathe in before letting it out. "Go talk to him..." He whispers. "No, this is our night. I don't want to ruin it." I whisper back, turning around to wrap my arms around his neck. He wraps his arms around my waist and brings me in closer. "It won't ruin anything, he wouldn't do that. I think you forget that he's madly in love with you at times." Hyunjin says with a small chuckle. "And you don't have an issue with that? I mean, we're engaged now... that's quit a big thing." I say quietly. "I don't really have an issue with it, because I trust you.. and I trust him. And I know that you'll do whatever it takes to make us happy. As long as I have you by my side every day.. that's all that matters to me beyond this point." He pushes my hair out of my face and tucks it behind my ear before gwntly kissing me. "Now go... talk to him." He says with a smile as he pulls away.

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I make my way down the beach towards Minho as Hyunjin joins the rest of the group around the fire. "Is this spot taken?" I ask jokingly, pointing to the sand next to where Minho is sat. "Yeah.. I actually called one of the crabs as a date, just waiting for her now." He says sarcastically with a smile. I smile back before sitting down next to him. I give him a warm look before resting my head on his shoulder and looking out to the water. He gently rests his head on mine before letting out a sigh. "I'm happy for you." He states suddenly. "You shouldn't be." I say softly. Minho pulls away to look at me confused. "What do you mean?" He asks. "I mean, I broke your heart and left, then got engaged to the guy I told you I probably never wanted to see again... it doesn't get much shittier than that." I state with a sorrowful smile. "You didn't break my heart y/n..." he says. "If anything... you taught me that I had one." He says with a smile. "You've always had a heart Minho.. You just try to hide it." I say quietly. "You make it hard to hide.." He whispers, looking into my eyes. My heart hurts at his words, I know I've hurt him.. but I also know that he would never let me know if I did. "I love you Min..." I whisper. "I can't lose you... you mean too much to me." "You love him more y/n, and that's okay. You have to listen to your heart. Even if your heart doesn't want me." He says quietly. "That's the thing Minho.. it does. And I don't know what to do because I can't see you and expect myself not to fall for you all over again." I say. "I.. I don't know what to say.." He whispers.

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My conversation with Minho didn't really go anywhere from there, just a few talk's about how thing's have been doing and what the plan is for our futures. Then we headed back to the group.

"So we rented out this hotel room down the road from here, we all took a couple days off of work to stay, do you guys want to stay for the night?" Chan asks. "We didn't bring anything to stay." Hyunjin states. "The hotel has extra toothbrushes and stuff, and you guys can wear some of our stuff." Han says. "what do you say?" Hyunjin asks me, wrapping his arm around my shoulders. "Sounds like fun to me." I say with a smile. "Great! I'll go call and add on a room for you guys then!" Chan says, pulling his phone from his pocket to call the hotel before walking away. We all gather our things to bring to our cars.

Once we get to Hyunjin's car, he grabs my bag from my arms and throws it in the trunk. "Ready?" He asks. I give him a quick smile and nod before heading to the passenger side door with him, he holds the door for me as I get into the car. He lightly shuts the door and makes his way around the car before getting into the driver's seat. He starts the engine and not long after, we are on our way.

"This hotel is huge!" I say excitedly to Chan as we make our way through the huge front doors of the hotel. Well, more like palace. This place is built like one. "You didn't have to do this, this just screams expensive." Hyunjin exclaims. "It's nothing, besides.. it can be your guys' engagement gift from me." Chris says, with a wink. I look at Hyunjin with a smile then look down at the shiny ring on my finger. I twirl it around before being swept from my thoughts. "Lets go!" Han says excitedly. We all make our way to the elevator. Obviously, not having enough room for all of us to get on together, ironically Minho, Hyunjin and I are left to catch a ride up after everyone else.

It falls to pure silence when the elevator doors shut as Ash, Felix and Han head upstairs. Hyunjin wraps his arm around my shoulder and brings me to his side. He leaves a small kiss at the top of my head before giving me a small smile. It seems like eternity before the doors to the elevator open for us. Minho stands awkwardly as Hyunjin and I make our way into the elevator. "You coming?" Hyunjin says with a smile. 'Oh, uh, yeah." Minho says, shaking his head as if he were deep in thought. He makes his way on with us, standing beside me. For this being such a huge hotel, they could have made the elevator a little bigger at least.' I think to myself. Minho's arm brushes against mine, and I try my hardest to ignore the goosebumps that form on my skin. He must have not ignored them though, considering the smirk I see spread across his lips secretly. The elevator dings once we get to the top floor. "Honeymoon suite." Hyunjin reads on the pamphlet Chan handed us down stairs. He quickly goes through it, examining the pictures given to us. "This place is nicer than our apartment." He says dramatically. "Well, I guess this is us." I say to Minho. "Yeah, I'll catch you guys later?" He says, pressing the button to which floor he has to go to, with a smile. "Do you want to come hangout for a while?" Hyunjin asks him. I give Hyunjin a questioning look, before putting my attention back to Minho. "Oh, well.. this is a special night for you two, I think it would be best if you spent it together." Minho says. The doors go to close but Hyunjin quickly shoves his foot in front of it before it can. "Don't be ridiculous.. Just come hangout for a little bit." Hyunjin says, grabbing Minho's hand and dragging him out of the elevator and into our suite before he can protest. I wonder to myself what the hell Hyunjin could actually be thinking. ‘I’m trying to get over him, you know this. Don’t do this to me.’ I think to myself as we enter through the doors of our suite. All of our jaws hit the floor at the sight of the place. “Holy shit..” Minho whispers. “There’s no way he paid for this.” I whisper. “He had to have robbed someone.” Hyunjin says. Causing a chuckle from both Minho and I. Walking in, the first thing to see is a huge Queen bed, spread with satin sheets and grey pillows. Above the bed.. a mirror, if only you could imagine what that would be for. Across from the bed, a fire place with the TV above it and a few chairs to finish it off. Next to that, a balcony, out-looking the ocean. "This is insane." I say, making my way to the bed and throwing myself on to it. "This is the best bed I've ever felt in my entire life." I say dramatically, letting out a long relaxed sigh. I feel the bed dip next to my feet and look over to see Minho sit next to me. I give him a small smile. "Drinks?" Hyunjin asks, grabbing one of our bags and heading toward the kitchen area.

When Hyunjin leaves the room, is when Minho decides to talk. "What is he trying to do?" He whispers. "I couldn't tell you." I whisper back. We let our eyes connect, for longer than we'd both like. I can tell he's hurting, there's pain behind those huge brown eyes and all I want to do is hold him, comfort him, tell him everything is going to be okay. "y/n..." He whispers. "yeah?" I say. "Can you do something for me?" He asks. "Anything." I reply. He looks away, looking down at his hands, where his fingers play together nervously. "Tell me you love me, just one more time." He whispers. I think my eyes are playing tricks on me when I see a tear welling up in his eyes. My heart shatters at the sight. My whole time of knowing Minho, he's only cried once. I sit up, scooting closer to him. Running my hand down his back. "I'm afraid I'll always love you Minho." I whisper to him, setting my chin on his shoulder. "There's nothing to be afraid of baby." He says, turning around to face me. He takes my hand in his. "Don't call me that." I whisper. "It hurts too much." His thumb rubs against my palm. "Alright, let's drink!" Hyunjin says excitedly. Minho quickly pulls his hand from mine. Hyunjin saw, I know he did. His face tells it. He walks over to the bed with a tray with three drinks sitting on it. He hands us our drinks and sits on the bed with us. "Cheers! To my beautiful Fiancé." He says, looking at me with a wink before he brings the glass to his mouth and chugs down his entire drink. I give him a wide smile and take a sip of mine. I look over to Minho and watch as he chugs his down as well.

It's been a few hours since we've gotten to our room. We've all had too much to drink at this point. Minho was sprawled out on one of the chairs by the fireplace, Hyunjin was laying on the floor and I on the bed. We've been sitting around talking nonsense and making each other laugh uncontrollably. It felt good to be alone all together again, and there not be any drama. For a minute it felt like things before. That's until Hyunjin opened his mouth. "Minho, do you still love y/n?" Silence fell over the room, the only thing playing is light music in the background, that we weren't really listening to in the first place. "Hyunj.." I start, but he quickly stops me. "No, I want to know." He says. I can't tell where he's going with this by the look on his face. Minho stares at him is silence before letting out a sigh. "Hyunjin, I'm not here to argue. We were all just having a really good time." He says. "I'm not looking to argue, I'm looking to make amends." Hyunjin states. Taking another sip of his beer. "How do you expect to do that Jinnie?" I ask quietly. Hyunjin smirks, looking between Minho and I.

"I want you guys to fuck." He states nonchalantly. My eyes widen, along with Minho's. "Bro, I don't thi.." Hyunjin cuts him off. "Before you guys say anything! I've thought long and hard about it, and I think it would benefit all three of us." He talks as if it's the most normal thing on earth. I know we've done it before. But everything is so different now. We're engaged... we're getting married. That's huge, this is not the time to be making decisions on whether or not we want a three way relationship again. That, and Hyun's been doing so good, I'm scared he'll go back to his old ways if this happens again.

"Hyun.. don't you think this isn't the right time for this?" I ask, sweetly as I can. "It's the perfect time, my love." He says, getting up from his spot on the floor and crawling onto the bed next to me. "I know he loves you, and I know you still love him. I understand that will never change. What is the point in walking on eggshells around one another?" He says. "Hyunjin, you're drunk. You don't know what you're saying." Minho says. "I agree. If we do this, you will wake up in the morning completely regretting it." I say. "Don't act like you two haven't been longing for one another since we got to the beach." Hyunjin states. "I see the way you look at her Minho, it's quite intense to be honest." He chuckles. "And you..." He crawls close to my face, the tips on our noses touching one another. "The love in your eyes when you look at him... it's like the first time I saw you. I understand that look more than you know y/n." He whispers. "Hyunjin..." He quickly shushes me with his lips. He slams them hard onto mine, my body falls back a little bit at the pressure of it. "Are you sure about this?" I say in between him kissing me. "I've never been so sure about anything in my life." He states. I pull away from his lips and he makes his way down my neck, licking a stripe down the side of it to my colar bone. I look over at Minho as he does. "Come here min.." I moan out. Minho stands from his chair and makes his way over to the bed cautiously. Hyunjin continues to lick and suck at my neck. I hold out my hand to Minho, he grabs it and climbs onto the bed with us. Sitting beside me, he brings my hand up to his mouth, before planting a gentle kiss to it. I miss the feeling of his lips. I grab the collar of his shirt and pull him toward me. I slam my lips onto his. Our lips connect in perfect unison, as if nothing has changed, like nothing happened and everything has been the same this entire time. All of our worries and love are pressed into each other's mouths through our lips. Minho lets out a long moan, sliding his tongue into my mouth. I feel Hyunjin pull away, I stop kissing Minho and he takes the place on my neck where Hyunjin's lips once were. "Jinnie..." I moan out, as he gets off the bed. I reach for him with a pout, asking him to get back on the bed. "Oh darling, this is about you. I'm just going to watch." He states sweetly, before leaning over the bed and planting a kiss to my forehead. I watch as he makes his way to one of the chairs by the fireplace and drags it to the foot of the bed before taking a seat.

Minho brings his hand up and presses against my shoulder, telling me to lay back. To which I do. He quickly climbs on top of me. "I've missed those pretty lips." He whispers, before bringing his mouth back down to mine. I moan through the kiss and run my hands through his hair. His hand finds my breast, giving it a sharp squeeze before working his way down my body to my dripping cunt. He cups it in his hand before taking his thumb and rubbing me through my pants. A hum leaves my lips as he does. "That's it pretty girl, you miss me?" He asks cockily. I'm too hot and heavy to come up with a sarcastic remark, all I can do is nod at him. A smirk plays out on his lips as he continues to rub at my clit. "You're so wet already baby, we've barely done anything." He states. He pulls his hand from my heat, causing a whine to leave my lips. "Patients baby." He whispers, before wrapping his fingers in the waistband of my pants and dragging them down my legs, along with my underwear. "Spread your legs for me baby." He says. I do as he says, and drop my knees to the sides. “God..” I heard Hyunjin groan from the end of the bed. “Such a pretty pussy, baby.” Minho whines, climbing on top of me to connect our lips once more. I grind my hips up into his, causing a groan to escape his lips. I feel his hardened member rub against my naked core, leaving behind a wet strip on his jeans. “She’s covering you Minho.” Hyunjin groans. Minho pulls away and looks down at his clothed cock. A smirk plays out on his lips. “Oh sweet girl.. look what you did.” He says. A blush forms on my cheeks as I look away from him, too embarrassed to look him in the eye. “Look at him, my love.” I hear hyunjin say. I pry my eyes away from the wall and look at Minho. “Good girl.” I hear hyunjin again. “You listen well don’t you?” Minho says. He backs up off of the bed to take off his pants and boxers before climbing back on. His hardened member swings loose as he does. Dripping precum with veins so prominent, you could see them a mile away. “Turn around baby.” I do as he says and get on my knees, bending over to stick my ass in the air. “Face your fiance.” He adds. I quickly turn around and face hyunjin. My core tightens at the sight. There sits my fiance, watching something so raw, so dirty. With his cock in his hand, stroking himself softly and slowly. His tip leaking, his forehead sweaty. All I want to do is get on the floor between those perfectly long legs and take him in my mouth. “Mmm.. so perfect.” Minho says, taking me out of my thoughts, before landing a sharp blow to my right cheek. I hiss at first, but moan right after. I suddenly feel his tip slide through my heat. “Look at you, my love.” Hyunjin whispers. Scooting close to me at the end of the bed, bringing his face only centimeters from mine. “You want Minho to fuck you hmm?” He asks. Running his hand through my hair. “You want him to make that pussy cum?” I nod. He gives me a small smile before standing up from the chair and standing In front of me, his clock on full display. “Open.” He says, gesturing to my mouth. I obey, sticking my tongue out. He softly grabs his member and sipes his tip on my tongue, ridding of the precum leaking from the tip. I take my tongue back into my mouth to take him. I moan at the feeling. I quickly open my mouth again, asking for more. “Such a greedy girl.” He says, before placing his tip back on my tongue and sliding his hips forward. His tip hits the back of my throat just right, before I gag. I feel my hole stretch behind me as Minho sinks himself into me. I let out a long moan around Hyunjin’s cock. Causing a moan to escape his lips at the sensation. “God, you’re so tight baby.” Minho moans, ramming himself into me from behind. A squeak leaves my mouth every time he bottoms out inside of me. “Keep going baby, I’m gonna cum.” Hyunjin moans. I wrap my hand around his balls, taking him even deeper into my throat. I feel his cock twitch a few times before his seed explodes inside my mouth.

The taste of him and the feeling oh Minho slamming inside of me, sends me into a state of euphoria. I quickly swallow Hyunjin’s seed and let out a loud moan as I cum around Minhos cock. “That’s right baby, cum for me.” Minho moans. I feel him coming to his high as I cum around him, his member twitching inside of me as he fills up my soaking heat. He lets out a sigh before pulling out of me and landing onto the bed with a thump. I feel him cum leak out of me and down my leg, hitting the sheets below me. Hyunjin climbs on to the bed next to me and pulls me into his arms. “Come here, my love.” He plants kisses all along my face, ending at the top of my head. We sit in silence, catching our breaths, until Minho speaks up.

“Well… now what?”

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To be continued…

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Prompt: Child!Reader has a nightmare, and Puzzles comforts them to the best of his abilities

(Sequel to the last two Child!Reader fics)

TW: Nightmares, child abandonment, blood, implied child abuse.

It has been over two months since Mr. Puzzle's took you in. You have been happier ever since. He fed you, gave you new clothes (he said "Those filthy rags are not the appropriate outfit for a good little star like you" when he gifted you the clothes) and when he wasn't working, he was either playing with you or watching movies with you. You were brushing your teeth, standing of a blue stool and looking at yourself in the mirror. Your spit out the foam, and saw something strange, and looked a little closer. The foam wasn't white as it should be, it was red. You realize that blood was coming out of your mouth, and your teeth were coming out of your gums. Falling either down onto the floor or down the sink. You ran out of the bathroom to look for Mr. Puzzles. The corridor was long, so long in fact, that you were certain that the hallways were stretching to keep you from getting to the other parts of the house. The floor crumbled and you fell in, screaming and crying as you shouted for help. Suddenly, someone catched you in their arms and held you in a comforting manner. You felt more relaxed as you realize that it was Mr. Puzzles. He started carrying you somewhere, and you sighed in relief. But then, he threw you into a garbage bin. You yelped as you were submerged in rotten food and rusty gadgets. "You seriously think I would want you? Ha! Nobody wants you! Not even your own parents want you!" He laughed and closes the bin. You completely consumed by darkness.

You woke up in a cold sweat and let out a gutteral scream. You closed you eyes, you felt tears run down your face as you sobbed on your bed. You heard footsteps fast approaching and the door swinging open. You opened your eyes. It was Mr. Puzzles, looking at you with concern and fear. He rushed up to you and scooped you up in his long, lanky arms. You sniffled and hugged him, burying your face into his chest. He sighed and rubbed your back up and down. "Oh starlight, did you have a bad dream?" He asked with deep sorrow. You nodded your head and continued sobbing into his shirt. "I-I was brushing my teeth, and my mouth started b-bleeding and- and I fell down a hole, an-and you threw me down a garbage b-bin, and you said that nobody wants me. And then you closed the bin." You hiccuped, you could barely form a good sentence with how much you were stuttering. You sobbed and cried for what felt like forever, he shushed you and rocked you in his arms in a comforting manner. You relaxed in his grasp and he wiped away your tears, Mr. Puzzles gave you a soothing smile. "Oh my precious little gem. I will never leave you behind. I will forever hold up on my promise and never abandon you, I guarantee that."

You nodded your head, but you still felt upset about the dream. You were still afraid. He sensed this and got an idea. He set you down on your bed and tucked you in along with Mr. Hugs. He sat by you on the bed. "Would you like me to sing you a song to calm your nerves? I remember old nursery rhymes that played on television would always calm me down after a long stressful day." He suggested. You grinning and nod your head with excitement. You always did love songs. Especially lullabies. It reminded you of a time when you weren't so miserable, when your parents were still around and your mother sang to you, even though she never apologized for yelling at you when you did something wrong or grabbing your wrist too tight or pulling your hair when you didn't listen to her, it still felt nice to hear her voice out you to sleep. "This one is a personal favorite. It reminds me of you." Mr. Puzzles said before clearing his voice and began to sing.

"Twinkle, twinkle, little star,

How I wonder what you are!

Up above the world so high,

Like a diamond in the sky.

When the blazing sun is gone,

When nothing shines upon,

Then you show your little light,

Twinkle, twinkle, all the night.

Then the traveller in the dark,

Thanks you for your tiny spark,

He could not see which way to go,

If you did not twinkle so.

In the dark blue sky you keep,

And often through my curtains peep,

For you never shut your eye,

Till the sun is in the sky.

'Tis your bright and tiny spark,

Lights the traveller in the dark

Though I know not what you are,

Twinkle, twinkle, little star."

By the end of the rhyme, you yawned and felt sleepiness wash over you. He smiled and patted your head, he was about to leave, but you grabbed his hand. "Wait," you said, "won't you sleep with me? I don't want to be alone." He nodded his head and got into your bed. You snuggled up next to him as he was spooning you and hugging you like a doll. He kissed you on the forehead and hummed softly. You yawned and hugged his arms. "Goodnight, Mr. Puzzles." You said softly as you drifted off to sleep. He smiled. Mr. Puzzles kissed you on the head and ruffled your hair as he felt warmness in his heart.

"Goodnight, my little star."

#mr puzzles x reader #smg4 mr puzzles #mr puzzles #smg4 puzzlevision #puzzlevision movie #puzzlevision arc #puzzlevision fanart #puzzlevison #x reader #x child reader #smg4 au #smg4

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This is a small continuation to this, and this is how i personally imagine the relationship DU Drow and Orin had before, and a lot of this details come from @meanbossart and i cannot thank you enough for sharing Drow with us, and alas you have inspired me to write my little stories again, and so i made this for you. I hope you enjoy this little snipped of how i see them. @meanbossart

"Specter"

And Orin knows,

She knows she has him in the palm of her hand, eating out of her every word, every thought. But his own arrogance shall be his downfall, his own dagger will stab his wound. The favorite of father, the scion of Bhaal, his precious prince, so oblivious to his own personal demon coming to hunt him, he never saw her coming, never saw her climbing through the ranks. Always believing she worshipped him as all of them did, ready to fall on his feet and kneel in front of his seat.

But he didn’t see her coming, didn’t think her a fool enough to try and take what he had as a right, he was made from the flesh of Bhaal, she was for a mere imitation, he was everything she wanted to be. She could feel it, as his cold hands gripped the rope pulling at her neck, his lower body pushing against her backside showed her just how excited he was at the prospect of her death at his hands, teaching her the lesson she had thought herself the master of.

“Orin..” he growls, a warning, and she should know better than to keep pushing past this point, but the promise of pain comes harder than survival instincts, there’s nothing that brings her more joy than punishing him. Its a game they both play, a game he invented but she became the master of. A sibling fight, a tough pull of the rope to see who breaks first; she knows it will be him, who will end up storming off to kill something or fuck something or perhaps both.

And what angers her the most is how easily he turns a blind eye to Sarevok, to his abuses, to his pushing and prowling for her to accept his affections, how its the will of Bhaal, how there wouldn't be a purer spawn breed ever before.

"Blood-kin" She calls for him, a knife hidden behind her back, under her clothes. "Come to me, it is time we continue our work in you. and perhaps if you behave, I shall reward you." She teases him, taunts him, and he is too fool or too brave too see behind her mask. behind her hate, as he approaches her, a smirk on his face because perhaps this time she wont pull away when his hand lingers slightly too long on her back, or when his fingers dare move lower than her neck. perhaps she has finally understood how he would be perfect for her.

He sights as he lays down and Orin, radiant, sinister, enticing as she walks to him, as she stalks to him, dagger clutch in a hand she will never admit is shaking, and tears of joy gather in her eyes as she asks like good girls do.

"Don't you think we should finally start in your back?" She grins and rejoices when he agrees, not without first waiting for her to sit on his waist and his hands feel the fire to lay on her legs but he resist and turns around, if he pushes he fears she may simply withdrawn this pleasures from him again, as she has been doing so often lately.

His scream fills the air, like the war drums of blood in the temple when her blade finally collides with his head. and the crack of his skull as she has to use her strength to push and break, to open him, to prowl in and she feels his hands pushing back to hit at her, her time is limited as she keeps stabbing, pushing, and his blood covers her hair, her skin, her mouth and no satisfaction ever compares to the look in his eyes as he realizes just how wrong he had been, how life slowly fades from them. At last, she has won the price she had always deserved.

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Orange Fluff/Angst Ascended Astarion x Reader Imagine Drabble

Major, major, major TW on this one guys

He was... different after he ascended. Sure he was still the loving, adoring, and ever so doting Astarion. But you quickly realized that he became utterly obsessed with you. It was cute at first, but it quickly became suffocating. One evening, you broke the news to him. You two were through. Of course he did everything he could to change your mind, but you stood firm. Leaving him to scowl at you and turn cold. "Fine! But it's very much your loss". He spat out.

You left, found another man, fell in love, married. Life was a dream... until it wasn't. Now, years later, you run through the rainy night as you hear your husbands voice call after you. You ran to the only person you knew. Astarion.

He was quite surprised to hear banging on his door so late at night, imagine how much more surprised he was to find you. Out of breath, soaking wet, begging to be let in. "And why should I? You broke my heart and ran off". He'd argue. It wouldn't be until he heard your husband's voice call out your name, calling you every name in the book, as you stood in front of him trembling in utter fear would he finally let you in.

He'd be dramatic, of course. Telling you how lucky you were that he still had a soft spot for you after you utterly shattered his poor, poor heart. You'd let him have his moment, but you wouldn't look at him until he'd finally decide to ask you what you wanted. He'd stare at you in shock and horror as you'd shed your cloak, purple bruises littering your body. A blow on your cheek, hand shaped ones around your wrists, fist shaped ones on your arms and even your chest. "There's more... elsewhere". You'd mutter, face blank and eyes empty.

He'd step forward, rushing you to a bathroom to start a hot bath for you. He'd offer to do your hair as you'd hold the night robe close to your body. He'd gently prod until you'd spill everything. He'd ask you if he did more than beat you. You'd confess that you told your husband about some of the things Cazador did to him, causing him to wince. "I guess he felt inspired", you squeak out as you'd shove the robe off your body, scarred writing on your back in a similar fashion to his. He'd tremble and skim his fingers across the marks, flashbacks running through his mind.

"I was finally able to make a run for it. So I ran and I ran and I didn't stop." You'd mutter out. "But you left. You said I treated you horribly." He'd gently counter. "But he did all the things you'd never dare do". Slipping the robe back up, you'd turn to look at him, staring into those beautiful eyes of his. His dead heart would skip a beat and he'd hold his breath as he'd notice you reach your hand up to touch his face only to bite back a whine as you'd drop it back to your lap. He'd grab your face as you'd go to turn away from him and kiss you, so filled with emotion that he'd fear he might just burst. You'd burst into tears and kiss him back. You'd mutter some apology and he'd hush you and whisper comforting things back to you. You'd stay like this until before you knew it, you were in his bed again. You'd sink into his silk sheets as he'd make you sigh in pleasure, the map to your body still carved into his mind. He'd kiss every bruise and mutter how beautiful you are, how you're safe, how he won't let anybody hurt you again, how he's so happy that you're utterly his again. His. His forever. His always.

A small voice in the back of your head would warn you, maybe tryta scream at you that this was a red flag. But as you let him puncture your neck like you used to do and let his hands gently caress your battered body, you'd squash that little voice out. Shut up. You'd think. I'm his again. His forever. You'll never leave again. Because last time you did, it was very much your loss.

(Might make a oneshot or two part to this).

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Five Hargreeves NSFW Headcanons

Ok, so here are some smutty headcanons that I have developed for Five over time. Obviously, this is my personal version and if you’ve read any of my stories, you will recognize a lot of these! Also, these are intended to be with a female partner, even though I feel like Five could be with any gender or orientation. If he’s attracted to a person and has a connection with them, that’s all that matters. I just write him with cis women because that’s what I am and that’s what I know. Let me know if you think I missed any! 😊

Warnings: Smut! Sex! Turn back if you don't want smut!

Let’s start with relationships: Five does not have the patience, nor the inclination, to care about most people outside of his immediate family. He knows he’s smarter (a lot smarter) than the average human, and spending more time than he needs to with someone else and their tiny brain is highly irritating. He does not have a lot of friends and doesn’t feel the need for any. That does not mean he isn’t attracted to women and doesn’t notice them. He most definitely notices. And once in a while he may indulge in a drunken fling here and there. However, when he meets that one woman that lights a fire in him, then it's game over. He’s done for, head over heels, no one will ever come close, in love for all eternity. He’s not going to fall for just anyone, either. Aside from having a body that he wants to fuck all day for the rest of his life, you also have to be smart. And witty. And not put up with any of his shit. Just because he’s in love with you, does not mean he’s not going to slip up sometimes and say or do something to piss you off. But when you come back at him with some major attitude and fight, he will end up loving you even more. Five needs a spicy woman to put him in his place sometimes.

Blow Jobs: Holy shit, this man loves a good blow job! Nothing makes him hotter than watching you service him. He wants to shove you down on your knees and watch intently as you take him all the way into your mouth until his cock hits the back of your throat. And if you can handle it, he’s going to fuck your face. Grab your hair in his fist and thrust himself into you until you’re gagging and drooling, tears running down your cheeks. Maybe he’ll come down your throat, maybe he won’t. He’ll let you know first, though. But if you’re going to be in a relationship with him, you better get used to having his dick in your mouth.

Cunnilingus: He may want you to suck his cock, but he’s more than willing to pay back the favor. In fact, Five wants to eat you out like the starving man he once was. Your taste and your scent drives him wild and he’ll take as long as you need. In fact, sometimes, he won’t stop even if you want him to. You can be begging him to stop and to fuck you instead, but he’ll just hold you down by your hips and look up at you with that knowing smirk of his; his mouth shining with your juices, and shake his head. Denied. Then he’s back at it, sucking and licking and fucking your pussy with his tongue until you’re a shuddering, crying mess, and your back is arching off the bed.

Orgasms: Continuing on that theme, Five will not come until you have, at least once but preferably a couple of times. He considers this a personal challenge, and he’s going to do everything in his power to make sure you’re screaming and shaking before he’s satisfied enough to let himself go. Ok, sure, there are times when maybe he does not perform as amazingly as he’d like. Times when you drive him so fucking crazy with the way you’re writhing underneath him and looking at him with that sexy little pout of yours that he can’t hold back. He’ll feel guilty about it afterwards, though, so once he’s able to think straight again, he’ll make sure you’re taken care of.

Daddy kink: This is it, guys. The big one. The thing that he absolutely goes fucking crazy over. You want Five to lose his mind over you? Sit on his lap and call him Daddy. Purr it seductively next to his ear while you run a hand down his chest. Remind him of it when you’re on your knees, looking back up at him with wide, innocent eyes, as you slowly unbuckle his belt. Moan it loudly just before he makes you come. Odds are, he’s going to be the older one in the relationship, so it just plays into his preferred role of the man in charge. He is the Daddy, here, and don’t you fucking forget it.

Cum: He wants you either covered in it or filled with it. Five loves nothing more than to come inside of you, watching his load drip out of you, dripping down your legs or pooling on the sheets underneath you. But sometimes he can’t control himself, taking matters into his own hands, and covering your tits or your ass in ropes of his cum. Seeing his semen all over you lights up that feral part of his brain because it reminds him and you who you belong to. He usually does this when he’s not thinking clearly, and then will feel badly afterwards, especially if he didn’t tell you he was going to do it in the first place. You’ll have to tell him it’s ok and that you don’t mind; that you liked it, actually. After he feels better about himself, he’ll quickly blink into the bathroom and grab a washcloth or tissues to help clean you up.

Dominance: Obviously, Five likes to be the one calling the shots. He is going to tell you, or more likely order you, to do what he wants. Whether he wants you riding him hard and fast, or on your hands and knees so he can fuck you from behind, he’ll let you know. Or maybe he’ll just throw you around, no words needed, until he’s got you where he wants you. He wants to overpower you, hold you down, pin you against a wall, flatten you with his body on top of yours. He wants to grip your wrists tightly in his hands and shove your legs apart with his knees. You are his to do with what he wants, but that’s only because he knows that’s what you like. It might not even be anything rough or physical that shows he’s in charge. It could be a subtle look in your direction, or a small command of “Come here” or “No” to your request that has you weak in the knees and doing whatever he wants. You might have him wrapped around your finger in every other aspect of your relationship, but inside the bedroom he is the boss.

Submission: There is one tiny little caveat to that dominance thing. Once in a while, you get to be in charge. Yes, he likes to be the dominant one, but he’s also up for being the sub every now and then. Maybe it’s a spur of the moment thing that you hesitantly try, and for some reason, he’s into it that day. Maybe he’s really pissing you off and he needs to be reminded that you are not a doormat for his temper tantrums and misplaced rage. This is when things can really get fun. Now you get to order him around, and he’s going to listen. Make him to eat you out until you tell him to stop. Tie him up with his own necktie and make him really work for it. Tease him until his cock is so hard and leaking that he’s squirming and begging you to fuck him. Rub your wet pussy up and down his shaft, but don’t let him in, until he’s whining like a little bitch and you laugh before finally giving in. Call him a good boy and slap his ass. He will do it all for you, because he loves you. And maybe because he secretly likes it, too. And when it’s all over, he will pretend that it was a one-time deal and you are dreaming if you think that’s ever going to happen again. You know better, though.

Dirty talk: Oh boy, he’s a talker. Not only does Five like the sound of his own voice, he wants to hear yours, too. He is going to lay out his entire dirty plan for you, in detail, out loud while he gets started. Then, he’s going to share with you each of the thoughts running through his head during the act, as well. It all depends on his mood and whether he’s being rough or soft, demanding or sweet. “Fuck me harder” “You’re so tight, you feel amazing” “God damn it, I never want to stop fucking you” “You’re so beautiful” “I love you” “You’re all I need” He’s not shy about what he wants to hear from you, either. “Tell me who you belong to” “Whose cock do you want inside of you?” “Tell me how I make you feel” He wants to hear all of it. There may be a few times where he orders you to stay quiet while he teases and fucks you hard, but that won’t stop him from chattering away himself. Unless he’s got some severe laryngitis going on, you are going to hear A LOT from Five Hargreeves during sex.

Rough Sex: Yes! He wants to fuck you into the mattress, or wall, or floor, or whatever surface he can find. But not in a violent or cruel way; he knows how you like it and he’s going to deliver. He’s going to make getting your pussy pounded into oblivion feel amazing. Shoving his cock inside of you, your leg thrown over his shoulder, sweat forming on his body, hair flopping in his eyes, jaw set in concentration as he rams into you over and over until you are screaming. He loves you, he’ll remind you, as he flips you over onto all fours and continues to fuck you so perfectly that you won’t be able to think or walk straight for a week. We’re talking hair-pulling, ass-slapping, sucking and biting until you’re bruised kind of rough.

Sweet/slow Sex: Also yes! Five likes it rough sometimes, but he also likes to take his time with you. He loves you, you are his entire world, and he just can’t believe you love him, too. So, he will cover your body with soft kisses, caressing every part of you while he tells you how gorgeous you are. He will worship your body, because to him you are the most perfect woman in the world. He will never love anyone else but you, and as he fucks you slow and rhythmically, with your legs and arms wrapped tightly around him, he will gaze lovingly into your eyes and tell you so.

Insecurities: We all know Five is the most confident man in the room. He’s arrogant and bossy, and isn’t afraid of anything or anyone. But, he has a lot of trauma, and with that comes shame, and regret, and feelings of inadequacy. Most people don’t know this about him. Most people except for you. With you, he let’s his guard down. He is safe with you and he can finally be himself. When the nightmares come, or the panic attacks, or just the overwhelming thoughts of self-doubt that plague him, he turns to you for comfort. Sometimes that means just lying there with you in the dark, as he lays his head on your chest and you give him soft kisses and run your fingers through his hair. Other times, he may need more than that. Because he needs to feel you, all of you, to make sure you are real. His touches and kisses will lead to more, and it all has to do with love and not lust, and his vulnerability with you. You are his lifeline to the only real happiness he knows and he’s terrified of it being ripped away from him again. He will bury his face in the crook of your neck while he thrusts slowly into you, kissing you softly and trying desperately not to shed the tears that are already making their way down his face. He wants to hear you say you’ll never leave him because he doesn’t want to be alone. And when you reassure him over and over with more kisses and whispers of how much you love him, he will eventually relax once more.

Names: Five loves to give you pet names. Sometimes they give a sense of his dominance over you, or may even be sarcastic if he’s being a jerk (sweetheart and honey can sound completely different depending on his tone). Other times they are just a form of his love for you and even if they are old fashioned (darling, my love, etc), you love hearing them from him. He likes to have a special name for you that no one else calls you, too. And he generally saves a couple just for sexy times (“go on baby, come for me”) that he knows drives you crazy. You can have pet names for him, too, and you love knowing you are the only one that can get away with that.

His own name: Along the same lines, Five wants to hear you say his name. When you’re whispering it quietly as he’s trailing kisses down your neck. As you’re whining and begging pitifully when he teases you and holds out on you instead of just fucking you like you want. And especially when you are screaming his name so loud the neighbors down the street can hear. It totally plays into his ego to have you moaning his name while he’s making you lose your mind with his cock or his fingers. Once you start sobbing and crying out his name in pure ecstasy, he’s probably not going to be able to last much longer because that is music to his ears. But if you really want to kick it up a notch and pretty much guarantee he’s going to be violently coming inside of you in a matter of seconds, use his full name. Throwing in a ‘Number Five’ is like an automatic switch for him and its game over.

Loud sex: Continuing on…he wants you loud. This goes along with the dirty talk and moaning his name. He wants to hear you. He wants the neighbors to hear you. He wants the whole god damn city to hear you. And he wants everyone to know just who is fucking you. Maybe it will make run-ins with neighbors at the mailbox a little awkward in the morning, but Five doesn’t really give a shit. He wants his girl screaming so loud for him that it’s a wonder the cops don’t get called. And he’ll wear that badge of honor proudly, just adding to the other list of things he knows he’s the fucking king of.

Kissing: Five loves kissing you. He can’t get enough of it. Yes, he loves fucking and everything else sex-related, but kissing is always incorporated, even with the roughest of sex. Remember, this man is touch starved, but he also doesn’t like most people touching him. You are the exception. The fact that he has found someone to love and that loves him in return is nothing short of a miracle for him. So, kissing you and being kissed by you, is heaven. You can feel all of his love and desire for you in those kisses, whether they are soft and gentle, or hungry and desperate. He kisses you in the morning and when you leave for the day. He kisses you when you come home and before you go to sleep. Sometimes when you’re just standing there, washing dishes, or sitting reading a book, you will look so cute to him that he can’t help himself and he’ll tilt your face up towards him with a hand on your chin and kiss you until you want to melt into a puddle at his feet. He will also ask you to kiss him, stopping you as you walk by him by taking your hand and pulling you in close, an arm around your waist. “Kiss me. Please,” he’ll say quietly with the most innocent looking face and your heart will break for him. It’s the please that gets you. But he really doesn’t need to ask, because you will never not want to give him as many kisses as he needs.

Masturbation: If anyone is an expert in jerking off, it’s Five Hargreeves. How could he not be? It was him and his hand/Dolores for 45 years, and a guy has needs. Would he prefer your mouth or your pussy to stick his dick in? Absolutely. But sometimes you’re not available, or the timing isn’t right, or you’re not in the mood. In which case, Five knows exactly how to efficiently and quickly rub one out and then go about his day. He loves to watch you finger yourself, though. Especially when he makes you tell him who you are thinking of while you’re doing it (always him). He also has no shame in masturbating in front of you while you are taking care of yourself. Sitting there, nonchalantly and slowly stroking his hard cock while he watches you play with yourself, maybe giving you directions while you do it. It’s just one of the ways he reminds you who’s in charge.

Praise: Yes, he will praise you for being a good girl. This kind of goes hand in hand with the Daddy kink. “Be a good girl for Daddy,” he’ll tell you while slowly running the back of his hand down your cheek. If you follow his directions, he will give you all the praise you deserve. “Such a good girl, taking it so well for me” “That’s my good girl” “That’s right baby, you’re perfect” “You’re doing so good, just a little longer sweetheart” He might be demanding you suck his cock or flinging you around like a ragdoll on the bed and fucking you senseless, but he will always tell you how good you are being for him. Like the perfect gentleman he is.

Appearance: This includes body type, clothing, lingerie, hair, and make-up. Five does not have a specific body type per se. If he finds you attractive, he finds you attractive, end of story. He may have a slight preference towards nice boobs and a tight ass, but that’s just on a superficial basis. Chubby tummy? Thick thighs? Flat chest? Bony elbows and knees? He does not care. If he loves you, then you’re the most beautiful woman in the world and he wouldn’t want you any other way. He does love a tight skirt and high heels, though. Watching your ass bounce along while you sashay your hips in front of him will have him wishing he could blink you away somewhere private, flip that skirt up, and take care of business. And if you whisper in passing that you’re not wearing any underwear, he just might. Five loves you fully naked, sprawled out just for him. But his brain misfires a few times when he sees you in sexy lingerie. A lace bra, tight corset, thong panties, or even just a skimpy little tank top has him drooling and stumbling all over himself in an effort to get his dick under control. Wearing a sexy outfit like this is a good way to make him the submissive one, because he will do anything for you at this point. It’s actually pretty hilarious to see him at a loss for words for once, jaw on the floor, and licking his lips at just the sight of you. A flustered Five is the best. He doesn’t have much preference for hair style, as long as there’s enough to grab in his fist when you’re blowing him. Same goes for make-up. The only exception to that is lipstick. Five loves when you wear red lipstick for him. He likes to see the trail it makes over his body as your lips kiss and suck him all over. He loves to see it smudged all over your mouth, on his face, and on his cock. It’s just one of those things that reminds him that you are all his.

Possessiveness: Which brings us to this. Five can be a little possessive. Not in a “you’re not going anywhere without me" kind of way. He’s not at all like that. But he does like to remind you now and then who exactly you belong to. That body is only for him to touch, and kiss, and fuck. He doesn’t get jealous, because there’s nothing to be jealous over. He trusts you and you trust him. You are independent and have your own life outside of him, and that’s just one of the reasons he loves you. But he does get territorial, and there’s a difference. If another man puts a hand on you and you don’t like it, or someone propositions you in some way, well then they are in for a real big fucking awakening. Five may try to keep his assassin instincts to himself most of the time, but if he sees some random guy disrespecting you, things are going to get ugly. He may not even need to use any actual physical force or violence. Just the threat of it is usually enough. But if that doesn’t work, and the stupid moron isn’t backing down, well, that’s their own fault. There will be a fake, saccharine smile, and a derisive chuckle as the last warning. Then the poor bastard will find himself either punched in the mouth or facedown in the dirt with a foot on his back while being forced to give a teary apology for his treatment of you. If he were ever faced with the need, Five would kill for you. No questions asked. You’re in real danger? He won’t think twice about putting a bullet into some dude’s skull. Luckily, a few clever insults, some well-timed blinks, and a swift kick to the jaw are all he really needs to get his point across. Then afterwards, he’ll take you home and fuck your brains out, because you are his and he is yours, and you wouldn’t want it any other way.

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lavendertheys · 2 days

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the water's cold (Sugar, You)

Imogen is a reasonable person. She can be patient. She knows that sometimes, things just happen, and there’s nothing that she or anyone else can do about it.

But she was just stuck in the back corner of Laudna’s art classroom for the whole afternoon, trying to be small and invisible while her headphones only shut out a fraction of the kids’ noise, and then their go-to takeout restaurant was closed and it took them an extra hour to find food that wouldn’t aggravate Imogen’s headache, and now she’s waiting and waiting and waiting for the shower to heat up and melt away all this stimulation and fatigue lingering on her shoulders.

She sits on the closed toilet for five minutes, then ten, then makes it to twelve before heaving herself up to check again, and Imogen’s stomach drops when nothing but ice cold water hits her palm for the third time since she first turned it on.

It never takes this long, right?

It shouldn’t take this long.

Why is it taking this long?

Her fingers are flexing in and out of shaky fists as she shoves through the door and goes back out to the living room, and she doesn’t have the patience for a deep breath before the words fall out of her mouth.

“The water’s cold,” Imogen blurts, breathless and agitated and about ready to explode if any other unexpected thing happens before today is over.

“Maybe it’s just taking a while?” Laudna wonders aloud.

Imogen clenches her jaw to stop herself from snapping, but the added pressure makes her head throb. “I know how the shower works,” she barely manages as a wall of tears presses against the back of her eyes. “If it was takin’ a normal amount of time, I wouldn’t be askin’ you about it.”

Laudna’s expression softens. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to suggest otherwise.” Then she pulls out her phone and starts tapping the screen. “I’ll check my email, see if there’s anything—shit.”

“What?”

Her eyes flit up to Imogen’s for a beat before dipping back down to her phone. “Due to preventive measures,” she reads off, “there will be no hot water on our street this weekend.”

Imogen sucks in as much air as her lungs will allow, it’s not enough, her vision is blurring, holy fuck she wants to scream—

A pair of cool hands frame her face and she lets Laudna pull her close, already crying when her cheek lands against Laudna’s chest, arms hanging uselessly at her sides as her fingers remain clenched tight.

“I’m sorry,” Laudna whispers. “I’m so sorry, Imogen.”

But she shakes her head and her expression twists into a glare. “Why're you sorry?” mutters, thick and strained and so fucking bitter even to her own ears. “It’s just a stupid shower.”

Long fingers card through her hair again and again and again. “Because I know you’ve been miserable for the last several hours, and that you were counting on a hot shower to help with your headache, and getting the rug pulled out from under you is never fun, even on a good day.”

Imogen sniffs hard, finally lets her own arms wrap around Laudna’s torso, and then lets a big sob out. “I’m tired.”

“I know, darling. I know.”

She keeps touching Imogen’s hair and Imogen keeps releasing those exhausted, shuddering sighs one at a time, until her heart rate gradually begins to slow and her lungs’ movements even out and she feels a little less on the brink of going nuclear.

“It’s not nearly the same thing,” Laudna murmurs near Imogen’s ear, “but would some hot chocolate help? A good snuggle with some ice packs?”

Imogen thinks and thinks and thinks and eventually nods a little.

“I love you,” Laudna adds, silky soft, a few beats later.

Her voice isn’t working anymore, but Imogen nods again, and Laudna kisses the top of her head.

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To Ease Such Panic

Relationship: Sherlock Holmes x gender neutral reader

Warnings: self-worth issues, self-loathing, mentions of panic, anxiety, insecurities

Summary: Sherlock comforts you after a night of panicking and he helps ease your mind and worries.

All writings belong to me @bakerstreethound (Do NOT claim, copy, repost, or translate my works to other sites. I only publish here and on A03 under the same username)

A/N: Short, unedited spur of the moment fic written in haste to vent out my feelings and dread. I hope it is alright. As stated, it is pretty chaotic and full of me articulating my thoughts.

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Infinite finite panic lingers in your chest. All ran smoothly for the most part of the day, other than the job forum for your university not working denying you access to view open listing- listing you wanted to browse and apply for before the fall semester.

For hours your mind has been plaguing you telling you of your faults how worthless you are. You're too watered down in apathy to care so why continue? Why harp on the one thing in life you don't need to worry about yet. You want to be ahead but so many other things seem to pile up.

The little tasks you set aside turn to mountains turn to molehill until you start plucking away. When you're done with them, none of it seems to matter. You're too tired, so why do you not give up? The panic surfaces, and there it goes a vicious cycle.

It's like a phantom knife to the heart twisting it's hilt tighter, feepen I to your chest, a prick but you feel no other pain - your mind has constructed worse so this is akin to nothing but a numb ache. An ache nonetheless you want to drown out.

So, when Sherlock walks in through the bedroom door, seeing you in such a state of dissaray, hair a mess, dark circles under your eyes, once freshly polished nails chipping, cigarette ash in an ashtray on the nightstand, he knows this isn't right.

If you were in a better mindset you would've cared about your appearance the dissaray but apathy held you tight, refusing to let go and you choke on an empty scream wanting to get out, your eyes pleading to Sherlock. You are stronger than this, you always came out of it someway, for the self I clicked pain in your mind is worse or akin to the physical pain you expect.

"Sherlock it's not what it looks like..." you trail off fighting off the lump of tears threatening to spill. You hate the way he's looking at you, eyes soft mouth twitching, searching for words to speak. You don't blame him if he can't find any. You know what a disappointment you look like and you can't fault him for it.

He takes a step closer, blinking slowly. "Let me help. I am here."

You stare in shock wondering what has taken hold of him. "But you don't have to be. You can walk right out that door because I am not worth this, Sherlock. I don't understand why you came back why I am here."

"I'm here because you called me," he explains softly, reaching for his phone to display the call log. Sure enough it is there from two hours prior when you were in the middle of your frenzied mind, hopeless that you were never going to find a job or make friends, drinking a little to stave off the loneliness burning holes through your body and soul.

"I-I'm sorry," you whisper, voice cracking. "I shouldn't have inconvenienced you, but I didn't-" a tear falls down your cheek. "I didn't know who else to call. I so sorry."

Without another word he eases on the bed next tonyou, pulling you close to him, your head resting in the crook of his neck. The sure beat of his heart is all the more real and you're transported back to many of happier nights when it was you and him against the rest of the world.

A time when you had been fearless unafraid.

Perhaps one day you will pick up the pieces. But for now despite the crumbling castle walls of your mind you would stay here in the shadows together slowly building back the pieces.

For you are his rock and he is your world and little by little the panic falls from your body, beholden to the night.

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#sherlock x reader #sherlock holmes x reader #bbc sherlock #sherlock fanfiction #comfort #my writing #my alleyway #don't @ me i typed this on tumblr mobile via my phone

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amethystandemma · 3 days

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The Wedding of Bruce Wayne and Silver St. Cloud

TW: shootings and death

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Never had such an occasion as this before had occurred, and never would it happen again.

The wedding of Playboy Bruce Wayne and Socialite Silver St. Cloud had been all Gothamites had been able to talk about ever since their engagement had been announced. For the first time since Batman first made his appearance eleven years ago, someone other than the Caped Crusader made the front page of the Gotham Gazette. The picture of the two lovebirds exiting the Gotham City Playhouse was taken by Vicki Vale and was in the hands of every Gotham citizen the next morning.

That had been months ago. All everyone could discuss was who would be on the guest list, rubbing elbows with the hottest celebreties and infamous socialites; including King Orm and his wife Queen Mera, Jack and Janet Drake, Oliver Queen and his wife Dinah Lance, and many more wealthy individuals. Reporters such as Clark Kent and Lois Lane were in attendance, though not as newsmen but as guests.

People of all different backgrounds, ethnicities, and even species were there, but they could all agree on how gorgeous the bride was.

Silver St. Cloud wore a pale, off the shoulder periwinkle dress with long lace sleeves and an empire waist. The dress had been designed by herself and Princess Aqua Charming of Brooklinia and had taken weeks of tireless effort to create. Aqua spent many late nights awake in order to make the dress perfect. Her hard work had paid off.

All the preparations, all the hard work, it all led to this moment at the altar.

“Twenty-five years ago today, I met you.” Silver St. Cloud brushed a strand of her white hair back behind her ear, the elaborate bun trailing down her back. She blinked back the tears in her silver eyes. “As you might recall, I was playing in the woods nearby Wayne Manor, when you mistook me for a forest sprite and ran away screaming.”

The audience laughed. Aqua could have sworn that she even saw Bruce blush.

“We’ve been through so much together, and we even welcomed a son, Arian, into the world,” Silver continued. Arian opened his eyes when he heard his name, squirming in Aqua’s lap. “I cannot wait to spend the rest of my days with you, come Hell or high water.”

Dick reached over and squeezed Aqua’s hand. She smiled at him and rested her head on his shoulder. This was the exact kind of wedding she wanted someday with him. Jason glanced over at them and made a gagging motion, but his heart wasn’t in it. Even he was moved by the ceremony.

Bruce rubbed his thumb gently over Silver’s hand, clearing his throat.

“I have been in love with you even longer than I knew what love was,” he started. “You’ve always been there in my darkest times, always been there when I needed you. I cannot keep any secrets from you, for you know my heart better than even I do.”

Jason gagged again, but Aqua saw him wipe away a tear. For a man that sometimes appeared cold and distant, he sure knew how to sweep an emotional teenager off of his feet.

“I promise to never shut you out when you want to help, and to love and to cherish you as long as I shall live.” He continued, his voice choking over the last word.

Silver wiped away a tear, never taking her eyes off of his. The reverand, Norman McCay, cleared his throat.

“Do you, Silver St. Cloud, take this man, Bruce Thomas Wayne, as your husband, to love and to cherish, in sickness and in health, as long as you both shall live?” Norman McCay asked.

Silver smiled. “I do.”

“And do you, Bruce Thomas Wayne, take this woman, Silver St. Cloud, as your wife, to love and to cherish, in sickness and in health, as long as you both shall live?”

Bruce lifted Silver’s hand and kissed it. “I do.”

Tears started to fill Aqua’s eyes.

“Then, by the power vested in me, I now pronounce you-”

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Screams filled the church as the gunshots echoed off of the cold stone walls. Faces that once had looks of joy and passion were now overcome with horror and fear. A wave of panic hit the guests as everyone tried to move in different directions. Aqua went from standing in disbelief to on the ground, Dick’s body protectively over her’s and Jason’s.

“Stay down!” He shouted.

Arian’s wailing in her arms was drowned out by the sounds of panic around them. Aqua felt droplets of tears rolling down Jaon’s face landing on her arm.

Bang! Bang! Bang-

The shooting stopped, but the screaming did not.

“Is everyone alright?” Diana Prince shouted, the only way to be heard above the chaos.

Aqua sat up in a daze, gripping on to Arian’s small body with one arm, her other around Jason’s shoulders.

“We’re okay,” Dick shakily answered.

“How could this happen?” Jason whispered, his face pale. “So many super-people and… and…”

He buried his face onto her shoulder, his body shaking like a leaf. Aqua couldn’t hear the crowd anymore, as a ringing filled her ears. Dick turned her face toward his. She could see his lips moving, but couldn’t hear the words coming out.

*“Help.”*

Arian’s loud wails are what broke her out of her stupor.

“Where’s Bruce?” She asked, shooting up.

Dick paled. The two turned to the altar.

Norman McCay limped towards them, a trail of red following his left leg.

“Help them,” he gasped.

A flash of red and blue went across her body. Superman caught the minister right before he collapsed. Dick staggared forward, his steps quickly turning into a run. She saw what he was running towards a second before he got there.

Bruce Wayne, the suave, handsome groom sat on the ground, tears freely flowing down his face. In his arms, his beautiful bride staring blankly at the ceiling, her silver eyes unfocused and clouded. Her gorgeous dress was completely covered in blood.

“Silver… oh Silver,” Bruce whispered. “Wake up…”

Arian’s wails echoed throughout the now silent chapel.

“Wake up…”

Never had such an occasion as this before had occurred, and never would it happen again.

#dc comics #dc #dc fanfiction #bruce wayne #silver st. cloud #aqua charming #dick grayson #silver st. cloud x bruce wayne #bruce wayne x silver st. cloud #wedding #oc #my ocs #jason todd #batfam #batfamily #arian st. cloud #oc x canon #dc ocs #dc oc

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ovenbakedbones · 2 days

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JASMINE!

chapter 2 !

pairing : mafia!yoongi x (eventual) str1pper!reader

genre : romance???? mystery? smut??

summary : yoongi gets tired of seeing you only once a night for a few minutes, so he takes it into his own hands.

note : sorry this took so long ! i’ll start uploading frequently i swear ‼️

thank you for enjoying chapter 1 !

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yoongi spends the next week spending as much time with you as possible. its not enough.

everyday, he sits at the bar, nursing his whiskey until the lights turn red and the music slows. he sits in the leather chair thats centre stage, not too far back, but not too much to expose him. just enough for you to notice him. thats all he needs.

he studies you while you sing, taking note of every mole and freckle that paints your perfect skin, and how your hands wrap around the mic stand in front of you. his favourite part of the night is when your eyes travel towards him. you’ve noticed how he started coming in every night, you’ve heard from the other girls that he has no interest in watching them dance or taking them to a private room, and most importantly, you’ve heard of how he always dashes through the dressing room and to the back door in hopes of catching you.

it is pretty cute how badly he wants you.

namjoon has proved useless at finding information about you. jasmine was clearly a stage name and it’s pretty hard to find someone who disappears after 3 minutes. yoongi has debated putting his men in front of the back door so he has no chance of missing you, but namjoon convinced him that it would probably creep you out.

it’s now a sunday night and yoongi is sat at the bar, waiting for you to perform. jin is off flirting with some of the dancers and yoongi cant help but feel a little stupid obsessing over a woman he knows nothing about. his thoughts are interrupted by the dimming of the lights and he walks to his usual seat, his eyes skimming over the crowd.

there is a certain type of crowd that comes to a strip club on a sunday night, and yoongi isnt especially happy to be lumped in with them. unemployed losers who throw their money at women who want nothing to do with them. he chooses to ignore the irony that he is doing the same thing. if not, worse.

his eyes are glued to you as you take the stage and the music begins to play. you’re wearing a black off the shoulder dress that finishes near the top of your thighs. yoongi cant help but admire your collarbones and the way your hair falls onto your shoulders. you look perfect, as always.

but something about your eyes today look different. almost sad.

family (with suzanna son) - the weeknd, suzanna son

arms like the branches of a poplar tree

eyes like the ocean or the great big blue sea

love just like my mothers with a price, its not free

the music starts playing and yoongi notices that it’s slightly off too, it still has the seductive undertones that you use regularly, but something about the lyrics unsettles him. the rest of the crowd are too busy drooling over your bare legs and figure to notice, but yoongi cannot tear his gaze away from the somber look in your eyes.

voice like my fathers, when he screams the house shakes

dreams like my brother’s, oh, we pray for his sake

hopes just like my mothers, only last till her wake

there’s something eerily beautiful about the way you’re singing tonight. your focus seems to be on the back of the room or the floor instead of eyeing up the customers as if you’re interested. how can someone so melancholy look so beautiful?

thats my family

oh, we dont like eachother very much

oh, im okay with that

but it breaks my mothers heart

yoongi furrows his brows, trying to not listen to the lyrics and soak up the little time he has with you, but he cant help but go over the lyrics in his heart and wonder what happened to change your personality so completely. he’s seen you perform at least 6 consecutive nights, so what is so different about today?

he spends the rest of the song overthinking and his eyes dart up when the music fades out. he blinks and you’re leaving the stage, the money that you collected tucked away into your dress.

he gets ahold of himself and half heartedly walks towards the backstage area. he knows you wont be there but he cant stand the possibility of missing an extra moment with you.

the dancers are used to his presence so they ignore him barging through their space and pushing open the back door and looking down the alley.

his eyes widen and his heart stops when he sees you leant against the brick wall with a cigarette in your hand.

he blinks, half expecting you to disappear, and is pleasantly surprised to see you still standing there, one arm wrapped around yourself and the other hovering near your mouth while you take a drag from your cigarette.

he doesnt have time to think before you notice him and lift your head up, tilting it slightly as you take in his appearance, finally not hidden in darkness.

“guess you finally caught me” you tease and take another drag from your cigarette.

yoongi has to clench his jaw in order to keep it shut. how was your speaking voice as beautiful as your singing voice?

he wants to punch himself for how starstruck he must look. he is in charge of hundreds of people, he deals with criminals on a daily basis, he gets any woman he could ever want. why does he feel like a teenage virgin whenever you look at him?

he clears his throat and leans on the wall next to you, speaking up in a raspy voice.

“oh yeah? you been hiding from me?” he smirks and lights a cigarette of his own.

you smirk and shrug and yoongi forces himself to look away from you. he cannot be one of those losers who can’t even speak to a woman without cumming in their pants.

“i see you’ve become a regular. any particular reason?” you ask innocently and look up at him.

fuck. he’s whipped.

he chuckles and blows some smoke towards your direction “you know damn well why”

you smirk and nod while looking away from him.

“yeah, i have an idea”

yoongi bites back a smile. he’s glad you’re as intoxicating to talk to as you are to look at.

“any particular reason you decided to grace me with your presence this evening?” he says while taking another drag.

you laugh a little “decided to put you out of your misery, i’ve heard enough stories of how you try to beat me here every night”

okay. that’s a little embarrassing. fuck those dancers for snitching on him like that. but at least he can finally talk to you now. maybe he should thank those dancers then?

“yknow, you get caught up in your thoughts alot” you say while looking up at him

he smirks “how observant of you. and here i thought you were too busy eye-fucking me to notice”

you laugh “don’t feel special, i eye-fuck all my customers”

“do you have little after-hour chats with all your customers too?”

you roll your eyes “okay, maybe you can feel a little special”

he smirks and puts out his cigarette.

“so what was with the song today?”

you turn to face him with a raised a brow “what about it?”

“dont bullshit me, it was different than the other days i’ve been here” he scoffs

you turn to press your back against the wall again “now whose the wobservant one?”

“come on, angel. be honest with me”

you tilt your head at him “angel?”

“im not calling you jasmine. i’ll either call you your real name, or angel” he grunts, hoping you’ll tell him your name so he can feel at least a little closer to you.

fuck mystery. he wants to know you.

you smirk “angel is fine”

fucking brat.

he rolls his eyes “so? fess up”

you sigh and put out your cigarette.

“its my birthday”

this catches yoongi off guard a little. he doesnt want to bombard you with questions that you most likely wouldnt answer, but he cant deny his curiosity about why you were so sad on your birthday.

so instead, he settles with ….

“oh. happy birthday”

#bts #bts fanfic #kpop #mafia bts #suga #yoongi #yoongi x reader #agust d #bangtan #bts army #bts jungkook #bts smut #min yoongi

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Dark Impulse vs. Light Impulse

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You were walking down the street, just getting off of work. It has been exactly one week since you had that weird vision. You couldn’t figure out what the visions meant, and you didn’t have any more visions afterwards. It was dark and the street you had turned on had no street lamps. You were used to it, but it didn’t stop the eerie feeling that you got when walking alone. When you passed an alleyway, someone grabbed you. You let a surprise scream out, but your mouth was covered.

You struggled against your assailant but they were much stronger than you.

“Such a pretty young thing, aren’t you? I am gonna make you my woman,” his voice was deep. You felt disgusted by what he said, and struggled harder as he tried to kiss you. You didn’t notice another person until the guy holding you to the wall fell to the ground. You looked up to see your hero, and he looked really pissed off, yet oddly familiar. The look in his eyes scared you, as he targeted his anger towards the guy.

On a normal day, Shinichiro couldn’t fight to save his life, but today was an especially bad day for him. He continued to punch the guy in the face. You realized the familiar guy was going to end up killing your assailant if he wasn’t stopped. To stop the guy, you wrapped your arms around him in a back hug. Shinichiro was about to shake you off, but he heard your sob, and he snapped out of it. He never made girls cry, and no matter how dark his heart was turning, he was still a gentleman.

You slowly let him go when he turned around and you flinched as he raised his hand to wipe your tears.

That was when he realized that he scared you really badly. He frowned because he completely snapped, as he glanced back at the guy who harmed you.

“Hey, are you okay? Are you hurt?” He asked gently, as he got off of the guy, and helped you up. You shook your head allowing him to help you up. You quickly wiped your eyes, avoiding looking down at him.

“I-I am okay~ I was so scared. Thank you so much~” You whispered. He led you to his bike and gave you his helmet.

“Let me take you somewhere safe, it’s not safe out here by yourself. My name is Sano Shinichiro… What is your name?”

“(L/N) (Y/N), I don’t want to be more of a bother to you,” you whispered. Shinichiro’s eyes glanced over your body, and he realized you had some cuts and bruises on your neck, arms, and legs. Meaning that you did end up getting hurt.

“Let me at least take you back to my shop and bandage you up. So your cuts don’t get infected.” He insisted. You blinked several times before thinking about it. You knew it was dangerous, and he could easily hurt you. But he also saved you, you were conflicted about what to do.

“I won’t hurt you if that’s what you are scared of. I promise, I just want to help.”

You took a deep breath and nodded your head. He gave a soft smile before handing you his helmet.

“Here, wear this, safety first.”

You cautiously took the helmet and put it on your head. He got on his bike before helping you.

“Make sure to hold on tight, don’t want you to fall off…” He said before revving the engine. You squealed slightly before wrapping your arms around his waist. He started to drive back to his shop in silence. You attempted to bury your face into his back, but the helmet was in the way. Shinichiro felt a small smile grace his lips as he felt your arms tighten.

Once the two of you arrived, he parked his bike before helping you off. You removed the helmet and he set it down before helping you fix your hair. This was the first time he had a good look at you and he felt a blush cover your cheeks.

“Oh wow you are beautiful,” he mumbled and your face heated up. He realized what he said and quickly waved his hands in front of him, “I am not trying to be weird, I promise.”

“It’s okay, thank you. That’s the nicest thing anyone has ever told me.”

He blinked several times and even though he was going to say something else, he decided to save himself the embarrassment.

“Let’s get you cleaned up,” he led you into his bike shop and sat you on a stool. He went to get the first aid kit before coming back to clean your wounds. You both were quiet, and you occasionally flinched. He would apologize before the both of you went back to being quiet.

You hadn’t known him for a long time, but you could tell something was bothering him. When he finished you gently took his hand and he looked at you confused.

“I feel like you need to hear this, but everything will be okay.”

He looked at you confused but gave you a small smile nodding.

“And, thanks again for fixing my wounds and saving me. I owe you~”

“It’s no problem really…”

“Let me take you out to dinner.”

“No way, I couldn’t let you do that…”

“Okay, fine let me cook you dinner.”

“… alright…”

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