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— .best date ever! // matt sturniolo

matt sturniolo x fem!reader

plot summary : when the cute guy in your class asks you out on a date, you’re more than happy to go. but you didn’t expect a fun time at the amusement park would end in the back seat of his car with your clothes off and his lips on yours.

content warnings : very mature themes (18+ MINORS DNI) strong language, small mention of anxiety. fluffy plot with porn at the end! first date things and matt being down bad for reader. tension in a photobooth ;) smutty car sex, oral sex and unprotected p in v (pls don’t do this!be safe!)

a/n : i’m a slut for a man who can drive. that’s it. also this is my first time writing smut so i hope it's up to standards lmaooo i really dk how i feel about this either… like always all likes, comments and reblogs are appreciated <333

wc : 5.5k

"Fuck! I have nothing to wear!"

Saturday night and you were stressing, half of your closet was scattered around your bedroom floor and your desk was a mess with makeup and hair products. The whole room smelt like perfume, vanilla lotion and nail polish from the last two hours you’ve been getting ready.

It was finally the night of your date with Matt and you were beyond nervous. You’ve known each other since middle school but you mostly talked in English class for the past four years - just simple ‘hi’s’ and exchanged smiles.

It took you by surprise when Matt asked you out on Wednesday because you had no idea that he had any type of attraction for you. In school he was quiet, played a few sports and only hung out with his brothers and best friends. You didn’t know much other than that.

Stalking his instagram didn’t offer much

But you were glad he was taking you out. It was the first time a guy has actually wanted to go on a date with you and Matt seemed really genuine. You were excited for once because usually being with guys has always left you feeling used, empty and no good. But this was different.

Matt had asked you for your number too when he asked you out and obviously you couldn’t say no when he looked down at you like you hung the moon so you had been texting each other a couple times for the past three days.

It was only very casual but instead of asking for pictures of your tits, he’d actually ask about your day and would make you laugh with unfunny jokes. So yeah, it was definitely different.

After twenty hectic minutes later and your mom bombarding your personal space to ask about the date, you had finally picked out an outfit - cute and simple with a hint of sexy and hot. It was good and you looked good in it.

When your phone vibrated from a message notification, you knew it was Matt and your gut swirled with butterflies. After dousing yourself in some more perfume, topped up your lipgloss and fixed up your hair, you check your phone.

from matt🤍 i’m outside :)

You immediately go into panic mode when you hear the doorbell ring and you couldn’t have ran downstairs any faster than right now. "Honey? Is that your date? I wanna meet –

"Bye mom! Be back by midnight! Love you!" Matt drops the kind smile and rehearsed lines in his head when you’re slamming your front door and dragging him back to the car by his hand as he looks back in case your parents walked out, "Was I not supposed to knock? I didn’t know."

You glance at your door when you turn to him, looking up with a smile. "It’s okay, I just didn’t want my mom to start yapping on if she saw you, we’d both we there for hours." Matt nods at your explanation, forgetting about the flowers in his hand when he actually looks at you.

His eyes trail up and down to check you out, the way your skirt clung to your hips was enough to make his head spin and cock twitch. Matt couldn’t believe that tonight he was the one you were all dressed up pretty for and the thought made his tummy swirl. He felt more nervous after realising he was staring.

Luckily you didn’t even notice because you were doing the exact same thing. Your eyes trained on the chain around his neck before they glance all the way down to the rings on his hands and that’s when you see the sweet smelling flowers. You try to ignore the veins popping out from how tight he was holding them. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck

"These are for you,"

Matt holds out the flowers and you grab them off of him, fingers brushing against his as you beam. "This is really sweet, Matt. You didn’t have to do all of this," you couldn’t believe you were already blushing over some flowers and Matt just shakes his head with a smile, "I wanted to, don’t worry."

There’s a pause when Matt just looks down at you, bashful smiles on both of your faces and he liked the way your eyes looked more light with the sunset in your face. Now, there was tension in the air surrounding the two of you.

"Well thank you, really." Your voice was genuine but small, turning shy under Matt’s gaze as you avoid his eyes by looking at the flowers in awe.

"C’mon, let’s go." You look up and see Matt holding the passenger door open, "get in." He nods his head and you comply, leaning down to get in the car and immediately smelling his natural scent. It was nice, sort of safe.

"Where are we even going anyways?"

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"Oh my god! You’re such a cheat!"

A loud set of giggles escape your mouth when you see Matt get more and more aggravated from the game of mini golf. He hides his own smile whilst shaking his head, focusing on getting his blue ball into the hole where your red one was already in, sitting nicely. "I am not!"

The fluorescent lights from the Ferris wheel was reflecting down on both of your faces, brightening the whole mini golf course in multicolours and it made the whole experience better. The amusement park was really busy for a Saturday night so when you both arrived, Matt used the excuse of 'not wanting to lose you' to hold your hand. It was silly but it made you smile anyways.

You then spent the next two hours holding his hand, laughing and competing against each other in those little mini game stalls that gave you a teddy as a prize. But Matt had won you a little heart keychain that already held so much significance to you already, you knew you'd keep it forever. He then dragged you on a couple of rollercoaster rides with the promise that you could drag him into mini golf afterwards.

Matt didn't realise that you were actually really good at it.

"I'm gonna get this next one, just watch." After throwing you a promising look, Matt focuses on the ball and you grin at the way his tongue poked out in concentration before he hits it with his little matching blue club and it finally goes into the hole. "See? Told you," his eyes light up when he looks back up at you with a smug smile on his face and you match his excitement, naturally wrapping your arms around his shoulders for a hug. "I knew you could!"

Matt's heart flutters for the 100th time tonight and he completely melts into your touch, wrapping his hands around your waist tightly. Your bodies swayed together in a moment of celebration and Matt could feel how warm you were against him.

"But guess what?" You both pulled away but you still kept yourself close when you look up at Matt with a playful smile and twinkling eyes that made him adore you, "what?" He knew full well what but seemed to find himself enjoying entertaining your banter in the last few hours.

"I still win," you let out a soft chuckle at his teasing glare, positively ignoring the way his simple touch made you feel so alive when you hugged. "Do you?" Matt questions quietly, tilting his head to the side that made you mirror his expression. Before you could answer, his hands were wrapped back around your waist and tickling your sides.

To an outsiders perspective, you and Matt looked like a young and happy couple that were very much in love with one another. The way your bodies just naturally gravitated towards each other so easily with either a simple touch or a quick glance seemed normal.

Matt was comforting. And he made you feel safe in every sense of the meaning. It was difficult to describe how you felt right now because you didn't understand it whatsoever but you knew you could be your genuine self and that's what mattered the most. You just had no idea how to tell him or if you should say anything at all.

"Ah! Stop! I can't breathe!"

Matt lets out a loud laugh, letting go of your body to almost keel over in laughter at the snort that just appeared in the middle of giggles. Your cheeks burn in embarrassment, eyes wide as you hold your cheeks in complete disbelief that Matt just heard your ugly laugh on the first date. "Oh my god! Pretend you didn't hear that."

"No way that just happened," Matt calms his laughter, looking at the way your cheeks burned red and smiling. He knew you were embarrassed but he didn’t want you to be, it was cute.

But in hopes to make you feel better, he quickly changed the subject.

Turning to grab the golf balls, he walks over to throws an arm around your shoulder and pulls you close. "C’mon, let’s go winner." You jokingly poke his side that makes him flinch and it makes you both laugh, "you’re such an idiot."

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It had maybe been a half hour later and more smiles and small touches had been shared over some cinnamon churros. The sky was pitch black now and the air was colder. The amusement park was becoming more packed with teenagers and college kids instead of the typical families with their small children.

You could tell that Matt was more comfortable around you now in comparison to when he first picked you up. Conversation was easy with him, talking about anything or anyone and still finding it interesting. You learned more about the sports he played and his family and friends.

The conversations never expanded any deeper than casual and it was actually a relief. For some reason you wanted to find things about Matt through time and peeling back layers the more you got to know each other. You liked it better that way because it was real to you.

"Oh look! There’s a photobooth,"

Matt’s eyes looked away from you to glance at whatever you were pointing at in hopes you didn’t catch him staring and was thankful for the colourful string lights scattered above you that cleverly hid his blush. His fingers brushed softly against yours when you walked side by side, itching to touch you.

He had been stealing shy glances at you all night and kept thinking about how he could ask you out again after the night was over. But all night his anxious mind had tried to betray him and things like holding your hand needed a lot of courage to do despite the relieved feeling afterwards.

"You wanna go?" His hands twitched at his sides and when you look back at Matt with a smile, his mind went blank when you grabbed his hand this time with such ease. "C’mon," you dragged him towards the empty photobooth, quickly dodging the crowds of people in your way in hopes it’ll stay empty. "Excuse me! Thank you!"

Your hand was still holding his when you looked past the beige curtain and down at the tiny seat that was supposed to fit the both of you. "Oh."

Matt entwined his hand away from yours to slip past you and sit on the seat, manspreading and tapping his lap. "Come here," you watch in awe and the low tone of his voice gives you no choice but to lower yourself down on his thigh, fiddling with the ends of your skirt shyly. "Is this okay?"

Matt didn’t answer and just pulled the curtain shut and leaving you both under shitty, dim lights and away from everyone’s eyes.

"Are you okay?" His voice soft when he looks back at you, glancing at your lips and back to your eyes. Your heart races from the closeness and you just let out a strangled hum, "mhm." You nod.

Matt just gives you a cocky grin, "good." The heat between your legs throbs when his arm wraps around your waist and rests on your bare thigh to toy with the bottom of your skirt. He leans over to touch the screen, tightening his grip on your body and you could barely focus.

You were convinced he knew what he was doing and the worst thing about it was that it felt right. You didn’t want anything like this to happen tonight, if anything, nothing sexual at all with Matt because you were scared of losing something you never had.

But whatever this was felt different.

"You ready?" You blinked at him, an arm wrapped around his neck when he just looks at you. A look so simple that made you feel so much. "Yeah," you try to disregard your thoughts for the next five minutes of happiness.

Matt caught you by surprise when he squished your face for the first photo and just before the light flashed, you squished his face too. The two of you trying to smile at the camera with your hands wrapped around each other’s faces.

"Funny faces?" You suggested for the next photo, blissfully unaware of Matt’s hand coming over your head when he nods in agreement. The second shot is with Matt sticking his tongue out and looking at your cross eyes and your pout, trying not to laugh at the bunny ears.

Afterwards, you both just laughed together.

"Hey, look at me," Matt whispers and gently grabs your jaw to pull your face towards his, the small smile on your face disappearing when your eyes meet. Your skin turned hot when his fingers began stroking up and down your thigh lightly, making your skirt shift further up your hips. "Yeah?" You felt breathless.

Neither of you realise the camera just took another shot because all Matt could focus on was the need to kiss you. He was already half hard in his jeans just from you sitting on his lap and he could feel the cotton of your panties rub against his thigh. You were driving him crazy.

Matt really did want to kiss you more than anything and he knew you did too with the way you leaned closer and fluttered your eyes but he just couldn't. He had no idea why and it was frustrating, he felt like a complete coward. Why can't he just kiss you?

Your face drops when Matt lets out a frustrated sigh, dropping his hand and leaning his head into your neck to close his eyes. "You're so beautiful," he whines softly and you can feel him leave a quick peck to your skin which makes you feel weak so you look down at him in confusion. "Is something wrong?" You ask lowly.

When Matt looks into your eyes, you could see how his pupils were blown out and it was captivating. For a moment you're convinced he's either going to tell you what's up or kiss you when his lips part but nothing happens and you feel confused. "Matt?"

The loud speaker of an AI voice cuts you both off to let you know that your photos have been printed and to leave the booth. You let out a sigh when Matt immediately stands up, gently pushing you off his lap and pulling the curtain back open. You couldn't even focus on anything else when you follow after Matt like a puppy.

"Matt?" You call after him when you see that he was walking away, "Where are you going?" Pulling back his tattooed arm to make him look at your frown and you notice the strip of photos of you both in his hand. You couldn't figure out what he was thinking with the way he was looking down at you. "I thought we were having a good night."

In reality, Matt felt embarrassed. His mind was working in overdrive and wouldn't blame you if you thought he was an asshole. He was angry at himself for leading you on like that because that was never his intention. He really did want to kiss you and touch you without worrying constantly about little things.

"Let me take you home, yeah?"

Matt spoke softly but didn't wait for an answer from you before walking through the carpark and you once again had no other choice but to follow after him. You didn't want to end the night like this. You refused to.

"I don't want to go home yet," Matt hears you whisper and feels your hand pulling on his arm again so he turns back around to glance down at you. He sighs when he sees the dejected look in your eyes but the touch of your fingers trailing his tattoos makes his head spin and now he could only think about one thing.

"Get in the car."

The low hum of Matt's playlist was playing quietly when he drives into an empty carpark, surrounded by nothing but trees. Since the Photobooth incident, neither of you have talked and you're pretty sure Matt hasn't even looked your way. "Where are we?"

There’s a pause that makes you look at Matt properly. You knew he wanted to say something with the look on his face and you felt bad. It was like one moment the two of you were having the best night ever to being in awkward silence.

"I’m sorry."

You didn’t know why Matt was apologising to you because there was nothing to apologise for, not really anyways. You weren’t that much of a bitch to get angry at him for what happened earlier because it was clear there was more to it.

"You don’t have to say -

"I like you, okay?" This catches you off guard - even after all of the hand holding and longing glances tonight - it doesn't stop the fluttery feeling in your gut from hearing it out loud.

"I really really like you." Matt's voice breaks in desperation and you look at him staring at his front wheel like it's the most interesting thing ever. The light in the car was dimly lit so it was hard to read Matt's expression from the angle you're sitting at.

Matt doesn’t give you a second to reply, "and every second of this night has been like heaven and now i feel like such an asshole for leading you on like that because that was never my intention. I would never do that to you."

Finally, your eyes meet.

"I really did want to kiss you." The needy tone in his voice was driving you crazy and your body slowly gravitated towards his over the console. Matt never took his eyes off of you, eyes glancing at your lips when you speak. "It’s okay."

The way you’re looking at him now was enough for Matt to grab your face and bring your lips to his. You can feel the coldness of his rings on your skin when his tongue slips into your mouth and it makes you whimper, clenching your thighs together and reaching for Matt.

A strangled groan escapes his throat when he feels your hand pulling on his hair and he has to stop himself from dragging you on his lap. The low music playing in the background is drowned out by your lips smacking together and all of the pent up feelings Matt's had all night has just rushed straight to his dick. He had to pull away.

"Fuck." Matt mumbles and you watch him try to adjust his jeans, lifting his hips and pulling on the waistband. Your lips are plumper than usual and you slowly wipe them with a small smile when Matt looks over at you, "You're driving me crazy."

You know Matt's hard when you glance back down but you're taken by surprise when you really see how big he is. His rushed attempt of tucking it into his waistband was a failure. Matt knows you've seen how hard he was and it makes him blush. When he feels your hand trailing up and down his arm, it makes his breath hitch and that makes you smirk, "You're so cute."

"Shut up." He's smiling when he kisses you again and it does in fact shut you up. The kiss turns from sweet and tender to rough and needy in a second. Once you feel Matt's hands trail from your face and down your body, you're the first one to initiate more when you grab his hand and guide it between your thighs.

Matt pulls away and with half-lidded eyes, he looks down to see your legs spread and your flipped skirt covering his hand. "You're so wet," he chuckles softly when you moan, eyes rolling back when his fingers touch you through your panties. "This is what you do to me."

"Do you-" Matt stops mid sentence when you begin to kiss down his neck and pulls away to look at you properly, "Do you wanna go in the backseat?" You notice how blown out his pupils look and it makes his eyes darker in the dim light and you imagine looking at them every morning as you both lay together with the warm light reflecting through the windows.

Matt gets nervous at your silence.

"We don't have to, I don't expect anything from you if that's what you're wondering." He reassures, not wanting to say the wrong thing and scare you off. In all honesty, Matt didn't expect anything like this to happen when he kissed you but this was in the moment and for some reason it felt right. But he'd never make you do anything you weren't comfortable with. "I can just take you home if that's -

"I want to." You cut him off.

"Yeah?" Matt sighs with relief and he smiles when you nod. "Yeah." You mirror his smile and with a quick kiss to your lips, you watch him unbuckle his seatbelt and climb into the backseat with such ease that makes you wonder if he's done this before.

"C'mere." Matt taps his lap and you glance down at his dick once more before climbing over the seats to go to him. In your perfectly awkward fashion, you end up practically tripping into Matt's lap and he quickly grabs the back of your thighs to steady you as you both giggle quietly together. "Sorry." You whisper.

"You really are beautiful," The way he looks up at you feels so intimate and sincere that it makes you think that nobody has ever looked at you like Matt does and that realisation was scary yet so endearing. "I bet you say that to all of the girls you seduce into the backseat of your car," You joke with a playful eye roll and it makes him laugh.

"I really like you."

"I really like you too."

You can't wipe the grin on your face when Matt leans up to kiss you, his hands trailing around your body. "And you're the only girl I've ever seduced into the backseat of my car," he whispers against your lips before kissing you softly, the both of your eyes fluttering closed.

Your hands wander down his chest to the bottom of his shirt when your tongues swirl together and you can still taste the sweet cinnamon on his tongue from earlier. When you feel Matt's hands moving up your thighs slowly, you begin to tug off his shirt and he pulls away from the kiss to take it off and throw it on the floor.

"You too." Matt whispers and his hands are playing with the hem of your dress, looking up at you to make sure if that's what you want. Your heart is pounding when you lift yourself up off Matt's lap to take off your dress that leaves you in your matching lace set and when you see his eyes light up, it makes you feel better.

"Is this okay?"

"More than okay." Matt reassures softly and his touch feels ten times hotter now you're half naked that it makes you feel goosebumps. He leans up to kiss your chest and his hands find themselves back between your thighs and it all feels so overwhelming in the best way possible. "Can I touch you?" The way he asks makes you melt.

"Mhm, please." You beg with your head nodding and grinding your hips into his hand. "Please touch me, Matt." Your desperateness makes his cock twitch and he ignores it with a smirk, gently pulling your thong to the side and running a finger through your folds before finding your clit and that makes your thighs twitch when you drop your head on his shoulder with a whine, "Fuck."

"You’re so needy for me." He says so smugly, easily slipping two fingers in you and feeling how wet you are. You reply with moan, riding your hips when he curls it upwards and he can feel you squeeze around him and Matt can’t wait till you’re doing the same thing around his cock.

When Matt starts rubbing his thumb against your clit at the same time, you’re moving your hands down to his clothed crotch and feeling how hard he is. He groans lowly when your hand wraps around his print, "and I’m needy?"

"Don’t tease me." His fingers slip out of you to grip onto your thighs tightly and you begin to undo his belt and jeans. "Let me show you how much I like you, okay?" Matt lifts his hips up to pull down his pants when you drop to your knees, staring up at him through your lashes and playing with the waistband of his boxers. "Okay."

Matt lets out a moan of relief and throws his head back when you finally pull them down and take his dick in your mouth. He didn't think you could get any prettier but seeing you like this was heavenly – it was like all of his 14 year old fantasies coming true.

"Oh my god, sweetheart." You feel Matt's hands grabbing your hair and gently moving it out of your face so he could really look at you. You hum with his cock in your mouth and when he moans from the vibrations, you try to go deeper and you can feel his tip at the back of your throat and the salty taste of his pre-cum makes you choke. "Fuck. You don't have to do that."

"I wanted to." You smile sweetly and look up at Matt, watching the way he licks his lips when you rub your thumb against his swollen red tip and a strangled noise escapes his throat. Your knees are beginning to hurt but just before you could wrap your mouth around him again, Matt is holding your face and pulling you back up to his face.

"I really want to fuck you." Matt whispers lowly when he leans up to kiss your neck and just before you straddle him again, his hands are pulling your thong down your legs and toying with the lace on it. "Let me ride you." You whisper and Matt feels his heart race at the way you're looking at him as if he had no choice but to let you.

A small squeal leaves your throat when Matt pulls you on his lap abruptly and you both chuckle lowly before you're grabbing his face and kissing his lips as if your life depended on it.

His hands come up to undo your bra and when it comes off a few seconds later, you definitely know he's done this before. You grind your hips so you can feel his tip rub against your clit that feels so good that you pull away from the kiss to moan.

Matt's breathless when his hands grip your hips, helping you grind against him and feeling you get wetter by the second, "I don't have a condom." When he says this, you don't really think it through stupidly enough and just shake your head. "It's okay. I'm on the pill." This moment felt too nice to just stop and Matt just went along with it – obviously thinking with his dick.

When Matt finally thrusts up into you, the stretch stings and you've really underestimated how big he is because he already feels so deep. It was one thing having him in your mouth but when he's fucking up into you like this felt so much more intense and you couldn't tell if you were just really cock drunk or completely in love.

Probably both.

"Fuck, I swear this pussy was made for me."

Definitely both.

"It's yours." You moan when you ride your hips on his dick, pushing him down on the seat and Matt is in amazement when he looks up at you with flushed cheeks. His hands are trailing up and down your body, wanting to touch everywhere all at once when he leans up to try and kiss you. "All yours." You whisper and his lips are on yours.

The kiss is messy, hot and passionate all at once and when your movements gets faster, you're practically moaning into each other's mouths. The car slowly moves with rhythm and you subconsciously pray nobody can see from outside even if it's dark because it's really obvious with the steamed up windows around you both.

Matt notices the way your thighs begin to shake and the way your bouncing becomes quicker, "Are you gonna cum?"

You let out a mix between a hum and a moan, nodding your head when you feel your legs begin to burn. But just as you feel the familiar tightness in your tummy, Matt's holding your waist tightly and thrusting up so hard into you, it makes you cum instantly and you gush around him.

The music playing softly in the background is drowned out by your loud moans and Matt has a smug smirk on his face when your eyes roll back and your orgasm takes over until he feels his own. In all honestly, he was ready to bust the minute he was inside you but he had to make you cum first. It was a priority.

In your post orgasm haze, you don't even feel Matt lifting you off his dick until you see his cum spurting out onto his hand and tummy. "Mhm, fuck." Rolling his head back, Matt groans lowly and it makes your pussy flutter when you watch breathlessly.

The two of you are covered in a thin layer of sweat with flushed skin and neither of you care about the smell of sex surrounding you from being too high off of the pheromones. A part of you is shocked that you've just fucked someone on the first date but the other part is okay with it because it's Matt.

Matt. Matt. Matt.

"Did you really mean it?"

You blink to see Matt looking down at his hands on your body, tracing shapes on your hips gently. "Hm? What?" You swallow and he gulps, slowly looking up into your eyes, "Did you mean it? When you said you're all mine?" You can tell he's nervous when he asks this, almost afraid of your response, and your hands fall on top of his. "Yeah."

He hides his smile and you speak up again, "Did you want me to mean it?" Matt locks his fingers into yours when he nods, "Yeah."

You smile happily and lean in to kiss him softly, being careful of the mess between the two of you. It was a sweet kiss with a lot of feelings shown behind it, the type that makes you feel butterflies and never forget for a long time because it really meant something.

"'Good. Because I really want to do this again." Even after that kiss and the hottest sex you've ever had in your life, you're still nervous to bring up the idea of a second date but Matt's face just lights up. "Oh I'm definitely taking you out again. Don't worry about that."

He sounds cocky and it makes you laugh, running a hand through his messy hair and making it even messier. "I'm really looking forward to it." Matt pokes at your blushing cheeks with a small smile, appreciating the way you sound so sweet and genuine talking about seeing him again.

It felt hopeful.

There's so much Matt wants to say but now he knew there was more time. This definitely wasn't a one off thing and deep down he knew this wasn't just a crush either. He's not even sure if it ever was just a 'crush' because how could anyone just have a crush on you?

That was impossible.

"Does this mean you'll seduce me into the backseat of your car on the second date?" You joke playfully, holding back your laughter with a silly grin and when Matt laughs, so do you.

"You're an idiot." There’s a pause.

"But if you're lucky," He says lowly once you both stop laughing and you just tilt your head in response, "You'll end up in my bed."

"Is that a promise?"

"Yep."

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hotnbloodied · 3 months

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Yan!Cheater X Reader

!Warning! This post contains yandere themes and topics that may be uncomfortable to people who are sensitive to the topic, read at your own discretion.

TW: cheating, implied stalking, kidnapping, physical violence, confinement.

!!READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION!! MINORS DNI!!

You were with Marshall for about three years now, everything seemed to be going fine. At least, that’s what you thought. You two had met back when you were starting out as a bartender. Honestly, maybe if you listened to your coworkers about how he was at the bar all the time and took people home regularly it would have been the first red flag, but you were too naive at the time. Not to mention that the more you think about it now, the more you realize that he always seemed to know what to say, sweet honeyed words, charming smiles, small gifts. You felt like you wanted to throw up, the two of you were even talking about starting a family for crying out loud!

So imagine your horror when you decided to stop by his apartment since you got out of your, now corporate job, early to get dinner started for him and found clothes scattered throughout. Bursting into his bedroom you found him and a person you didn’t recognize both naked in his bed. After telling both of them to fuck off you stormed out of his apartment and blocked his phone number and socials. Funny thing you realized is that he didn’t know where you lived. Since in all the time you two were together there was never a time he stepped foot in your house.

At first it was hard on you, you used to care for Marshall all the time and you grieved the time you spent on him. But after the week or so of angst that you allowed yourself, you started doing better. You had more time to yourself and more freedom. You even started accepting your coworker’s invitation for drinks. But just when you thought that you found a good groove to yourself the phone calls started.

‘babe plz take me back’

‘I miss u’

‘Y did u block me????’

‘U r NOTHING w/o me!!!’

You were startled to say the least, but you knew him (right?) There is no way a proud person like him would cause a scene that would make him look crazy… (would he?) So imagine your surprise when you were heading out of work only to be grabbed by Marshall. You almost didn’t recognize him since usually styled hair was greasy and messy, his face which was usually pristine looked rough and there were a couple of breakouts, his clothes that he meticulously planned were nowhere to be found but instead he wore loose fitting mismatched pieces.

If you saw him first you might have been able to steer clear of him, but alas, he saw you first and grabbed your arm. “Please take me back!” He sobbed. “I feel so empty without you!” You cringed and tried pulling back your arm, “hey, let go of me. You’re the one who wanted to backstab me.” He gripped tighter, making you wince a bit, “I promise I’ll be better! I’ll pay attention to no one else but you! I’ll think of no one else but you! Look! I even deleted all my contacts!” He attempted to take out his phone with only one hand but you didn’t care if it was true. “Let go of me you fuck!” You swung your arm trying to break free, it was until a coworker saw the bind you were in and stepped in. Separating the two of you and knocking Marshall down. “Leave me alone, or I’ll call the cops next time!” You yelled at his fallen form.

Marshall looked up at you and started laughing, it was slow at first but turned maniacal quickly. “I see how it is, have fun with your new boy toy while it lasts! I’ll get you back.” He clumsily stood up and left hastily. Your co-worker asked if you were okay and you thanked him for his help. He told you that you should probably go to the police station to make a statement but you brushed him off. Oh how stupid of you.

One particular late night after working late you were walking home, until you suddenly blacked out. You awoke to a throbbing pain in your head, vision blurry and unable to move your body freely. “H-huh?” “Welcome home darling!” Through your haze, you saw Marshall. He looked better than the last time you saw him but something wasn’t right. You suddenly realized that you were in a situation so you looked around the room and you saw pictures of you scattered everywhere from the ceilings to the walls and even some on the floor. “Where… am I?” He scoffed, “home! Do you like the pictures?” He giggled, “it wasn’t until after you left did I realize that I didn’t have enough photos of you. Which reminds me!” He took out his phone and started snapping pictures of you while in your state of being restrained and confused in an unfamiliar bed. You looked so alluring to him, so much so that it got him a little too excited that even you could see it.

“Marshall, let me go! I won’t press charges.” “Oh that’s right that you won’t press charges, cause you will never be able to! I’ve prepared this cage for you, my pretty bird. And I'm not going to let the only good thing that was a part of my life leave me... ever again.”

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ekanatsume · 10 months

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Keeping these here bc istg finding doksoo people is like seeing kdj not sacrificing himself

I dont really ship ship them but like the potential they have as a couple i-

If youre a doksoo person, please lemme know bc like i can n o t for the love of god find people who ship them. I just wanna cry about them like 😭🙏

[ID: Tiktok screenshots of Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint fanart of Han Sooyoung and Kim Dokja overlaid with captions about their relationship. The art featured is by more than one artist, but predominantly by BlackBox. The captions read:

1. han sooyoung once said "me, waiting for someone for decades and decades... you think such a thing is even possible? you crazy fool,"

and then we are told about her endless waiting in kaizenix arc, and how she was fighting her best to stay awake for 13 years in the epilogue, for one person, for someone she thought she never waited for, and then it was revealed that she, again, waited for 4 years for certain someone to wake up from his sleep. she diligently visited him every day during his time in the hospital, making sure he's still alive and well even though his soul has scattered away.

2. orv ebook spoiler?

during kaizenix arc kim dokja wrote a love letter to han sooyoung where he told her "write a'story that's for me andme "alone." little did he know that han sooyoung Would do anything, LITERALLY anything to write a story for him alone. why aren't you by her side when she writes a story for you?

3. kaizenix arc shows how much kim dokja means to han sooyoung. she spent 50 years, literally a lifetime, waiting for him. she hold onto the promise kdj told her, where he said he would find her as soon as possible before they got thrown to kaizenix.

she fought her hardest not to forget him. fighting for 50 years, ALONE. for 50 years, she believed kdj would save her. and she believed kdj would one day read her book to save her. and she never blamed kdj for the 50 years she spent. God. it's a pity we don't talk enough about her struggle in kaizenix.

4. This has to be one of the saddest passages in the entire novel.

I will never shut up about doksoo and their captivating interactions. and how astoundingly excellent Sing Shong's writing is: the emotions, permeated the text, and picturing that particular moment visually came with it naturally.

I was moved to tears by her assumption that it was her fault that he started crying and her quick actions to comfort him because she didn't want to keep seeing him cry

Not to mention how Kim Dokja expressed his emotions, which is as uncommon as him not sacrificing his life for KimCom.

All he wanted was some reassurance; to be told, that he's done the best he could the whole time through

Hsy mghtve comforted him for the wrong reasons, but that completed the job nevertheless.

5. when you realize kim dokja's ■■ is "epilogue" and "eternity" while han sooyoung's ■■ is "neverending story". and towards the end we find out about hsy making a promise to kdj that she will write the epilogue, a story, for kdj until the end of time, for eternity, if that's the only way she could save him…

6. how did you read orv epilogue and think han sooyoung and kim dokja are platonic bc i genuinely thought they were canon after hsy's sacrifices for 13 years, and kdj openly saying he loves her story more than anyone else.

orv theme is basically your story = you

7. the fact that kim dokja had actually fulfilled his promise to read han Sooyoung's "boring" novel that has over 3000 chapters even before they both made promise with each other.. he kept his promise for over than 13 years, without both realizing that fact until hsy regained her memories as tls123, and kdj as od.

8. han sooyoung had seen kim dokja's life at its lowest when she first saw him almost lifeless at the hospital she held his hand, feeling the warmth of the hands that had given up of his life, and she cried. and the first thing. she thought of was how to save him. in mere minutes she decided to damn the whole world for him to live and survive she would never let kim dokja to be in that state ever again, not when she is there for him.

9. the whole twsa is a love letter from han sooyoung to kim dokja. she told him to never give up (ch533), encouraged him to find companions (ch75). described so many disgusting foods as delicious so that he could eat them with ease, and not to mention the whole reason why twsa existed was for him to have a reason to live and survive for another day. she wrote all of this for 13 years, so that he could live BEFORE and AFTER apocalypse. she saved him before anyone else could do it. her love is eternal. End ID]

Thenks to @princess-of-purple-prose I DIDNT KNOW HOW TO ALT TEXT AAAAAA. Thenks for doing this ^^

#orv kdj #orv #kim dokja #han sooyoung #doksoo #orv hsy #i would die for them #literally #oh and i found these on google #tiktok basically #but like you can Google doksoo and find these #istg i cant find anything else #ive like seen all the doksoo things out there atp #: (

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flowering-thought · 1 year

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Another member of the Kawahara family that's been slightly anticipated is coming right up! I hope you guys enjoy <3

It feels a little short to me so sorry in advance if its a little shorter than usual- 😔

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WARNING - MINORS DNI

AFAB reader and reader is described as feminine and chubby/plus sized.

Yandere themes, mentions of gore, stalking, implied manipulation

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Takeo Kawahara

First Meeting + Headcannons

It hadn't been long since you had gotten a visa to work as a translator in Japan. Since you had a couple of languages under your belt, you became quite successful among your colleagues.

You helped translate some books and documents on occasion and that was only what you did at home for random assignments you got. Occasionally you had to go out for public clients and business meetings where a translator was required due to the differences in language barriers.

You quite enjoyed your job! It was fun to keep your language skills sharp and it was nice to help out others when needed.

Plus learning about a different culture while knowing the language was interesting and gave you things to do on your days off.

Sadly though there is the work culture of showing up to work parties and appealing to those who have worked at the company longer than you have that you didn't enjoy. Especially when they harassed you to drink.

It was another party and a few of your colleagues that didn't like you tried to invade your personal life while an older colleague "helped" by getting them off your back. But that one had been making uncomfortable comments about your body and image for a while now which is why you tended to avoid most people in your company.

So you pretended to get a call and made your escape from the restaurant outside. You were wondering whether to call a taxi or just take the train back to your place but unfortunately, that same colleague that defended you followed you out.

You hated putting on a smile to please others but you hated conflict more than anything. You heard him go on about how you'd look so much nicer if you kept up a smile and tried to get along with your colleagues more often and that he's "only looking out for you".

You were about to snap when you felt someone put a hand on your shoulder and pull you close, "Sorry I'm late! I meant to show up earlier but my client took longer than I thought." Said a voice. You looked back to see a man your age with a lit cigarette in his mouth. He quickly put it out before letting his grip loosen and gave you a small wink.

You somehow felt calm and kept up the smile, leaning into him and away from your coworker, "Thanks! I didn't want to walk home alone so this helps me out!" You claimed. Your coworker luckily took the hint and scattered, he was definitely going to gossip about this but you didn't care and let out a sigh of relief the moment he was gone.

"Sorry about that. Normally I wouldn't interfere but he looked sketchy. Sorry if I made you uncomfortable with my touching!" The man said, immediately letting you go and having a slightly panicked look on his face. You noticed he was handsome and from the looks of it, kind. You weren't used to someone actually bothering to help you out in that kind of situation so you gave him a genuine smile and gave him a bow.

"Thank you. I really appreciate it. I've been struggling to deal with the whole work party since I joined so I'm really glad you helped out!" You claimed, reaching out your hand to greet him. He only smiled and shook your hand before opening his mouth. "Kawahara. Kawahara Takeo." He introduced.

You two went on your own way after he dropped you off at the station and traded Line information.

What you couldn't see after you left was Takeo cheering in his spot. He was so glad that he could finally talk to you. Ever since he bumped into you when you were late for a meeting a month ago he fell for you at first sight.

Turns out his stalking paid off if it made him get a chance to "meet" you naturally. But now he can't help but gaze into the distance and wonder if his eldest brother has some information on your colleagues.

He can't just watch you get harassed can he?

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Regular Headcannons

• Takeo is 24 and was born on November 23rd, making him a Sagittarius.

• Takeo is honestly a stalker with a slight delusional streak. He believes that you'll love him no matter what as long as you don't see the side of him that quite literally has a shrine of you in his apartment.

• Takeo is very outspoken and fun. He enjoys going places and doesn't hesitate to speak his mind or be honest.

• When he was in school with Daisuke he actually used to defend his older brother from bullies since Daisuke was quieter in nature.

• Takeo was what you would call a delinquent but he was a smart one and was high in the class banner in terms of grades. But he did skip class quite often.

• He's also an artist at heart. He enjoys sketching and painting. But something about tattooing something that someone will love on someone's skin makes him feel really fulfilled so it's the main medium he practices.

• But sometimes when you're on his mind too much he paints you or sketches you. He keeps all the artwork he has of you along with the shrine in his studio. He has a pretty decent apartment as he makes quite a bit of money half the time so he's confident you'll never come across the stuff he has that defines his obsession for you.

• Other than art his other hobby is movies. He loves to watch all sorts of films! He also seriously enjoys foreign movies which are how he begins to talk to you on Line to get closer to you.

• He starts by asking about some of your favorite movies from your country and asks for recommendations of things you like. And then if a new movie comes out that he's interested in watching he'll ask if there's any chance that you would want to watch it with him.

• And when you say yes he's always super happy. He's the type who cheers and jumps up on his bed when you agree to a date or meeting up. He honestly has a really optimistic view of love. You could almost call it innocent if it wasn't for his infatuation with you.

• And honestly? He's pretty gentlemanly! He opens the door for you and compliments you all the time and he's a big flirt.

• He's honestly pretty fashionable as well. Not as in he wears big brands and such but he likes to dress in a certain way and looks good doing it. He might also take you to some of his favorite places to thrift some clothes or furniture.

• He just loves to do things with you and show you the things he loves. He also loves to show you off to his friends and his friends respect you and him as well. And if you were to sew up his clothes when he gets into an occasional fight or bring him something you made for him to eat he might just burst into tears.

• He's a man that's well connected with his emotions and isn't afraid to show it. He's overall sweet and outgoing to you and those he loves.

Yandere Tendencies Headcannons

• While Takeo is sweet to those he cares about, it's the complete opposite for anyone else. He's cold and manipulative the moment anyone screws you over.

• If someone is talking behind your back he won't hesitate to get information on them from his brother ♡

• But if anyone touched you? Hurt you or otherwise? They're dead. He doesn't mind getting his hands dirty and honestly will make them disappear so naturally no one even suspects anything, not even you.

• He knows no one would suspect anything from him. He's very smart despite not always showing it. And he knows that his family is just like him in the aspect of how attached they get to those they come to love in a romantic and platonic sense. So he knows he can fall on them if he ever needs help.

• And Takeo is strong. He goes to the gym regularly and knows some martial arts. He honestly could take down guys two times his size if he really wanted to.

• He honestly slightly worships you but tries not to show it too much. He worries that he might freak you out and tries his best to not show too much of his unstable side.

• And when he worries too much he might text you a little more often to make sure you're okay. He may even be like Daisuke and ask for one of those couple apps that track each other.

• One thing Takeo doesn't like though is blood. He doesn't like to touch it and doesn't like to mess with it. It has to due when Daisuke got attacked by a dog. When he saw his brother bleed like that he just couldn't help but grow a slight fear of it.

• So while he enjoys getting rid of others and is fine if it's others that bleed, he prefers to not get it on his skin.

• And if you bleed? Even if it was an accident or just a scratch he'll go into a full-on panic. He'll start hyperventilating and hold onto you so tight you can hardly breathe. He might attempt to call emergency services and it's the only time he actually shows how unstable he can get-

• But when you calm him down and reassure him his panic will reduce. He just can't help it when it comes to those he loves. Yeah someone can bleed on a tattoo but that's different! That's something that's controlled and concentrated. And people choose to go through that. But when you get hurt or a scratch hell disinfect the fuck out of it and wrap it up like it's some sort of infection that you're suffering from.

• Just make sure to reassure that you're alright. He gets a panic attack whenever something like that happens to you.

• Though if you get sick? He will mother you back to health and invade your home to make sure you're okay ♡

• He makes your food easy to eat and carefully takes care of you. You're his so he needs you to be okay-

Takeo worries. He can't help it when it comes to you so don't worry him too much or he might just hold on and never let go ♡

#.takeo_kawahara_♡#soft yandere #yandere oc #yandere oc x reader #yandere x darling #yandere x reader #yandere imagines #chubby reader #yandere hcs #yandere male #yandere male x reader #yandere headcanons

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tfyoulookingatgiuxs · 7 months

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Billy Hargrove x Reader

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: You didn't think the day could get any worse than this, but apparently you were wrong. tired from work, you came home and had to endure the shouting of your boyfriend and his little sister Maxine. Billy was going too far and you had enough.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: +18 MDNI!! angst, blurb, very bad language, argue, broke-up, sigarettes, threats, intimidation, use of Y/N, no prounons NonBinary!Reader, theme about sex, theme about violence, anger issue, daddy issue, toxic relationship, bad ending. (Please be careful what you are about to read, the themes here are quite heavy and with a bad ending. If you don't feel like it, don't read, thanks)

𝐀/𝐍: My first Billy Hargrove One-Shot. I have to say that he's a character i dont have much interest to be honest, but if you want me to do more one-shots about Billy let me know! Please support new writers and reblog! Im sorry for my english, this is not my native language. Hope you enjoy! (DIVIDER NOT MINE)

Fuck, fuck and fuck! You thought in your head when you wanted to scream. You had just left the bar where you worked and you could tell you had had a rough day. Your boss didn't stop tormenting you, by now you seriously thought he was mad at you. But that doesn't mean you stopped trying, moving forward and taking criticism and then improving yourself, but despite this the people around you seem bad every day.

You didn't have to think about it. Absolutely not! Now you would have gone to your boyfriend's house and he will surely console you, tell you that everything will be fine–wait...no. Absolutely not. You haven't done these things for almost two months because of your full-time job and the constant evenings where Billy went out, obviously not caring that you needed him. You tried to talk to him a couple of times to find out if something was wrong but he only answered "I'm fine, we're fine, why are you asking me?" You seriously started to think if you were the crazy one or if tiredness was playing a bad joke on you. Billy seemed calm and sees nothing wrong with your relationship. You didn't say anything. You knew the issues Billy was going through with his father lately, so you let it go and once again agreed with him, and blamed it on the stress.

You got to his door before you even knocked and Billy opened it angrily, which scared you. As soon as he noticed you he took a breath and gave you a simple "Hi" before letting you inside. It often happened that you went to sleep at your boyfriend's house, especially when his father wasn't there. As soon as you entered you felt a certain tension in the air and saw Billy take his jacket from the coat rack. You were about to ask something but the boy with golden curls beat you to it "Leave Max alone, that little bitch won't come out of her fucking room until I say so" With that I left the house slamming the door.

Right from him. He doesn't even tell you where he's going or with whom.

Apparently he had argued with Maxine, his younger sister. You completely ignored what Billy said to you and went to Max's door. You could clearly hear that she was crying and that hurts you. Since you met Max she has always seen you as a second parent: kind, helpful, affectionate and above all loving. You were happy to have this relationship with her and when she happened to argue with her brother, you couldn't help but go and console her or try to resolve the situation. Before knocking you looked around, the house was a real mess, or rather a disaster, all of Billy's things scattered everywhere, starting with: weights, ashtrays, porn magazines and gameboys. Shit...

You still don't understand how you managed to fall in love with an imbecile like him. So handsome with those curls and shining face but also so arrogant, messy and not very polite. You gently knocked on the door “Max, it's me Y/N, can I come in?” You heard the little girl sniff and she agreed. You opened the door and found Maxine in tears and her face completely red from the outburst. Her pillow was wet while her cleres were a shade of red from crying. She was lying on the bed and as soon as she saw you, her breath seemed to come back. You sat next to her while you used your fingers to fix some strands of her red hair.

"Maxine...what happened?" You said almost whispering. It took her a while to answer you but in the end she did "Dad...a little while ago he was here and he was arguing with Billy," she began "I didn't know what they were arguing about but then he started hitting him.. ." Her tone was shaky as she tried to collect herself "Did Dad hit Billy?" You asked and she nodded “Yes, the asshole” okay, you got the point. “I stopped him but after mom and the asshole left, Billy started yelling at me” you raised an eyebrow “Why on earth?” The question of when might be obvious seemed difficult for Max to answer. “I don't know for sure, he just told me that I shouldn't meddle in his business” you hugged her and she immediately hugged you back.

“I'll talk to him, I promise” You said and Max looked up immediately. "No Y/N, don't do it. He's too angry and I don't want him to be angry at you too" you smiled at his sweet thought towards you. Max was now like a little sister or a daughter to protect for you, you wouldn't have let Maxine spend the evening locked in her room even though she hadn't done anything "Don't worry about me, I can handle your brother" Oh well, knowing how to handle Billy Hargrove was a big word, but that didn't stop you from consoling Max and preparing her some snacks to stop her crying.

You laughed and joked and Max had finally regained her smile and as if you were a good parent you put a blanket over her while you turned off the light, leaving Max to sleep peacefully. After at least fifteen minutes, Billy came home with a bottle of beer in his hand, you snorted at the sight. You had been waiting for him all evening and you would have at least hoped that for once he wouldn't come back drunk although he seemed quite sober.

"Where have you been?" You asked as you crossed your arms over your chest. He looked at you with a face that got on your nerves, he was bored.

"I asked you, where have you been" You repeated and he made a small moan and then replied "Outside for some fresh air" You didn't want to ask why he was drunk, you had gotten used to it by now so you let it go. Meanwhile he had thrown his jacket on the sofa.

"Why did you and Maxine argue?" Billy turned to look at you. He sat comfortably on the living room sofa bare-chested while he was ready to light his cigarette which he held between his lips. "Where's Max?" He asked "In her room to sleep after you made her cry" his face didn't change a bit, he was serious and definitely bored "Y/N, I specifically told you to leave Max alone, she was supposed to stay in her room " you nodded "In fact, she stayed in the room, but I kept her company" He let out a laugh and then looked back at your figure "You shouldn't have interacted with her" you shook your head "I'm sorry Billy, but I don't stay at your rules" at that statement he took the cigarette out of his mouth "I just want to know why you picked on her, you know I don't like seeing you or your sister like this"

"It's none of your business. What happens here is none of your business Y/N" you were shocked "Excuse me? You're my boyfriend, what happens to you is a fact that until proven otherwise concerns me too" You took a few steps closer towards the sofa. Billy giggled again and you were sure that the next one he would make would drive you mad "And let's hear, why on earth?" You gave an obvious look "Um, hello? We're engaged Billy, engaged!" You timed the last word well "Oh right, I forgot" he said it in a sarcastic way and now your nerves were getting frayed "Oh, I'm sorry this is weighing on you Billy" you too played the sarcasm card and he rolled his eyes "What the fuck Y/N! Now I have to tell you everything I do?" You nodded quickly "Yes, you piss me off that I have to tell you where I'm going, with who and why otherwise you'll ban me from going out" You almost screamed but then lowered your voice remembering Max in the other room.

Billy had lit his cigarette in the meantime "But that has nothing to do with it -" you stopped him while your blood was boiling "It certainly has something to do with it William!" Your eyes were different, they were like Billy had never seen them and when you used his real name he understood that you were seriously pissed. Billy hates being called by his real name and you knew it very well, you did it on purpose. You wanted him to understand how serious you were and how tired you were of the current situation.

“How dare you call me?” Even though he was drunk, Billy was high and his eyes were fixed on you as they gave you a horrible feeling. They wanted to intimidate you, but you weren't like that and he knew it from the first moment he met you. Even if you were afraid that he would knock your teeth out and then make you spill all your blood until you apologized, but you were brave and you wouldn't let yourself be bossed around.

You pointed your finger at him "Oh no! Don't try to make that angry dick face because I'm the angry one, you understand?" He was surprised by your arrogant response "Things have been going on like this for two months and I can't stand it anymore. You barely look at me, all you do is go out in the evening and you don't even tell me where you're going, but you do it when you're too drunk to drive and I have to pick you up" You started and he looked like he was listening intently "And this happens every Friday night Billy. I come home from work tired and destroyed by those filthy pieces of shit and instead being close to me all you do is complain" He snorted and now gave you a different look. He put the cigarette in the ashtray, even though he hadn't smoked it at all. He seemed calm and approached you smiling lovingly... was it the alcohol by any chance? Or maybe bipolar?

"Okay honey, you're right. I'm sorry, now how about we go relax over there–" you pushed him. You were disappointed. His response disgusted you more than expected "No Billy. You won't play your fucking game on me telling me I'm right when in reality you just want to take me to bed and fuck me the way you like it" his face was back and angry more than first "But apparently the other times you didn't hesitate to open your legs for me" it was cheeky and disgusting and you slapped him. You had become a burning fire and you were sure that you would burn him and his house down "Because I was blinded by a filthy imbecile asshole like you. I thought you loved me..." You felt the burning in your eyes as your eyes became shiny. You were too weak to face the truth but you needed it...as much as you loved that boy with all your heart, he would never love you "Oh so now it's me not loving you?" He said dramatically and the tears came out and this time you screamed "Billy, you never console me and only seek me out when you feel like having sex with me. What did you take me for? A toy? I'm your fucking gameboy by any chance?" He tried to answer but couldn't find the right words and blurted out "Shut your mouth" your nervous system was out of control and you raised your voice again "Not this time Billy! Not after I've opened and closed it as you please!"

Now you didn't care who could hear you or who you would disturb. You were tired. You didn't want this. You wanted a serious relationship with a serious person. You wanted someone who values you and takes care of you when you need it, always available and who doesn't see you as a sex toy giving you false illusions. "Calm down, young lady! Show respect" you looked at him and in front of you you had another person. Not Billy Hargrove, but William Hargrove...the real him. Despite everything he was that and you were sorry for ruining yourself by being around him. You didn't think he would ever threaten you, an attitude you hated and hoped your boyfriend wouldn't attribute to "Wow...now you're threatening me?" Billy later realized what he said and didn't reply "Congratulations Billy Hargorve. You ruined my life. You made fun of me and took advantage of me and used me to please your cock when it got hard and needy. But worse…you became your father” you never thought you would say it, but you did. With that sentence you knew you would unleash his anger and you didn't give him time to react "It's over." You announced and then headed towards the door and exited the house as he yelled after you in anger. You didn't want to hear it or deal with it ever again. You had endured enough and it was time to end it.

You had ended a year-long relationship and you now ask yourself in tears as you walked quickly to your house as you had done. You didn't know that obviously. You will never understand, you loved him, what did you need to know or realize? As beautiful and magical as love could be, it was also blind and cruel. It seemed to be a difficult game where the only possibility of victory was to survive until the game itself got tired of testing you, and then it throws a truth in your face that you would rather ignore. But ultimately it was better to suffer for the truth than to live in something that didn't exist.

Now you needed to get up and continue to live your life but you weren't motivated to move forward and live like you did before working, especially now that the only person you loved was just a liar who loved playing with people's feelings and what's more he preferred masturbating to porn magazines than spending sweet moments with you. Would you have suffered? Yes. And you don't know for how long, but you hoped for little since you couldn't cry and dry up your tears for someone who never deserved you and who the only thing he ever worshiped was your body.

#Spotify #billy hargrove #stranger things #billy hargrove angst #bad ending #billy hargrove x female reader #stranger things billy #max mayfield #billy hargrove x reader #daddy issues #broke up #toxic relationship #stranger things max #isabel larosa #billy hargrove blurb #blurb

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nevernonline · 2 months

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✧.* grow as we go; svt smau.

entry #16; the part we play.

synopsis: over the past ten years you’ve fallen in love many times. one day someone happens to stumble across your journal sitting out on your nightstand and started posting your entries online. after all of your secrets are leaked it’s clear things would ever be the same again.

𐦍 paring: svt members x afab! reader.

𐦍 feat: non-idol! svt

𐦍 genre/s: reader is super angsty low-key, fluffy, sexual themes.

𐦍 content: swearing, bullying, crazy ex’s, mentions of sexual relations, some drinking& mary jane 🍃

word count: 1.5k

note: in-between photo sets is some writing!! xo

masterlist ▸ 015 leave it to the cullens (part 2). ▸ 017 happy trails.

Jumping out of bed and throwing on a random pair of sweatpants scattered on her floor in what y/n referred to as her “stress pile” of clothes, she ran down the hallway to the front door to check who she had kept waiting for over ten minutes.

Much to her surprise it wasn’t one of her obnoxious friends waking her and her overnight guest up so early, but a shady one. Joshua.

“Y/n? I know you’re here, I asked the front door man if he had seen you leave yet this morning? Hello?”

And with a couple more knocks pounding in her brain, she swung the door open to reveal a smiling old friend holding a bouquet of wild flowers and a box of pastries.

“Sorry. Hangover. Why are you here?”

“Tomorrow is your birthday?”

“Right. But, it's also 7:30 in the morning?”

“I thought I’d come by today so I didn’t disrupt whatever plans you have tomorrow with Seokmin and Jun. That’s okay?”

“Yeah.”

“So.. Can I come in? Or do you not want to have a chocolate croissant?”

“I do, but coffee! I’m out of coffee. Can we go get some? I can’t possibly have a pastry without it, silly.”

“Yeah, of course. Mind if I use the bathroom?”

“Why don’t you just use the-”

In all of her attempts at protesting Joshua walking through her apartment and finding the boy hidden in the guest room, he still managed to somehow find a way in. Just like he was doing to her heart. She knew she shouldn’t even entertain the idea of spending a day with him and pretend that she has no idea the amount of blackmail he had a hand in, but a part of her couldn’t help it.

In all her daze of thinking of the moral repercussions of his and her own actions. She didn’t even notice him slipping back by her side. As she rapidly texted the man she unnoticeably had hidden in the room down the hall it was his time to sneak out like a secret to be kept.

“Ready?”

“Uh, yeah. Let’s go.”

“So, how was Wonwoo’s event?”

“Well for starters I had no idea that gamers drank so hard, I felt like I was back in freshman year of college trying to keep up with drunk Soonyoung and you at those dumb ass Dream Boy parties you used to take me to.”

“That hard, huh?”

“Yeah, I haven’t drank like that in so long. It’s fun once and a while I guess.”

Walking into the white walled coffee shop with Joshua felt like some sort of omen, but y/n couldn’t decide if it was a good one or a bad one just yet.

If Joshua was honest about his play in the game with Mimi, maybe someday down the road she could forgive him and patch up their friendship one last time. But, the more he waited to say anything, the more he lied and kept his secret the less she even believed he’d own up to his actions.

“What would you like?”

“Just a drip coffee please, large, no sugar or milk.”

“Okay, I’ll pay.”

“Wow. Thank you so much.”

Sensing y/n’s sarcasm, he smiled and turned towards the register placing their matching order and grabbing the cups as he handed her the steaming cup of fresh coffee and made their way back to her apartment.

Waiting to cross the street her front door opened, walking out was Minghao dressed in his same outfit from the night before, catching y/n’s eyes, as she quickly turned Joshua around to look at a dog passing by so Minghao could make his quick exit without any suspicion.

When she was sure he made his exit and got out of the line of sight, with Joshua by her side they headed back up to her apartment, announcing she needed to go use the restroom fast and search the bedroom that once belonged to another untrustworthy friend.

Under her laptop sitting on the desk, a small note was placed with just the corner of the purple sticky note sticking to the side.

‘Swan, by midnight tonight you’ll be one year older. I hope another trip around the sun brings you peace of mind and the happiness you truly deserve. See you tomorrow, MH.”

Placing the note under the cover of her laptop, she smiled to herself and decided now was the time to confront an elephant in the room.

She walked back up to Joshua sitting on her couch, the plate of chocolate croissants placed on the glass coffee table, two cups of coffee on either side.

“You okay?”

“Yeah. Can I talk to you about something?”

“Of course.”

“I need you to listen to me, like really listen and don’t deflect. I need you to tell me how you got my journal to Mimi.”

“I didn-”

“You did. I know it was you who took it, I just want to know why?”

“Just listen. I didn’t take it to give it to Mimi. I actually took it before she even got back in touch with me. And I didn’t just stumble upon it on my own time. Minnie showed me it, she wanted me to know how much I hurt you and how you felt about me because you never told me. You kept all those cards so close to your chest, I felt like I had to read more. So, the night of Mingyu’s bar opening, I had Mimi over at my house after, we were just catching up, talking, nothing too serious, she had just moved back and needed somewhere to stay for the night. She was the one who found your journal and took it and concocted the entire plan.”

“Why?”

“Why what?”

“I guess why didn’t you just tell me all of this at the beginning?”

“I was just going to bring you your diary back and ask you out, I had feelings for you too. I still do. I eventually was going to tell you everything. But, it just got so complicated and the day I came over and saw Minghao here, I got so pissed off at you for trusting him after he hurt me, I figured he’d hurt you too.”

“But he didn’t. You did.”

“I know. I should’ve just told you the truth from the beginning, but I was scared to lose you.”

“You already had lost me. How am I supposed to even believe a word you’re telling me right now?”

“Because, I have proof. The only reason I even still talk to Mimi is to make sure she doesn’t go too far.”

“Why did you fight with Minghao then?”

“He pisses me off. Simple as that. I knew he had helped Mimi. I knew he was being deceitful to you as well, but so was I. It was just a matter of who owned up to it first.”

“Alright. What else do you know?”

“I know that Minnie is helping Mimi. They’ve been in contact with each other for quite some time, even before Mimi moved back. I can’t tell you why only because I genuinely have no clue. But, I have a feeling she's trying to hide something about herself and not exposing you.”

“And Mingyu?”

“No. He has nothing to do with it.”

“Okay.”

“Can I ask you something?”

“Mhm, sure.”

“Do you think we can ever get past this? Even if we just stay friends or see each other once and a while?”

“If what you’re telling me is a hundred percent true, then I think we can. But, if I find out you’re lying to me, I will never speak to you again.”

“I can show you the texts. Between me and Mimi, Minnie, Minghao. Anyone involved.”

“Who sent me the bouquet? You right?”

“Yeah. It was just a warning to be careful about the people around you.”

“Okay. Well. Thanks for telling me, I guess.”

“There’s something else.”

“Uh, alright?”

“Tonight. There’s a party at Mingyu’s bar that Minnie was throwing for your birthday. I came over here initially to invite you. They told me only you’re invited. No Seokmin, Jun, or anyone else.”

“Why?”

“They wanted me to take you as a surprise.”

“My party is supposed to be tomorrow night?”

“Yeah.”

“So they have something planned for me and I feel like it’s safe to say it’s not good.”

“I don’t know what it is, but it’s safe to assume that yeah.”

“Okay, if you want to make it up to me. You’ll help me sneak Minghao and the dorks into the back of his restaurant.”

“Yes.”

“Call Jeonghan, tell him everything. Get him to cause a distraction so they can come inside. Text Minnie and ask if it’s okay you invite Seokmin to come with you and I. It's believable I wouldn’t go anywhere on my own without him and I’ll handle the rest.”

“Are you going to tell me what the rest is?”

“Yes, eventually.”

“Okay, let’s hurry, we have about three hours until I’m supposed to bring you.”

“What’s the dress code?”

“Formal. It's some sort of mask party.”

“Fuck.”

“So you’re still friends with Hao?”

“Yes, idiot. I heard you jiggle the doorknob this morning. Come on.”

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note: hi me again!! lol. I hope you enjoy this messy lil installment. not my favorite (everyone says this sometimes ik ik) let me know what you think our resident traitor mimi is up too 👀

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mamalunawolf · 10 months

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Soulmates

Theme: Fluff, nsfw, some kissing, nudity, minors not allowed.

No Minors Allowed

Mattheo Riddle x F!Reader

Warning: unedited, sexual assault, physical assault, verbal language

Ft. y/n, Mattheo, Pansy, Draco, Snape, Hermione.

Characters ages up

The italicized is the mind reading fair warning.

Soulmates: Soulmates are when two destined people come together as a couple. Intertwined by their thoughts and visuals. When a soulmate is found and connected at a certain age. It will come suddenly to a person. They can talk to each other through their mind. And throughout the day, they are able to see what the person is doing through stress or by choice. Giving each person a chance at privacy. No sources were found when a soulmate tie is severed.

Y/n was walking through the corridors, Hermione beside her. “Y/n are you alright? You barely ate today.” Y/n nodded, “Yeah. I am fine. Just didn’t feel hungry today. I will see you later. I am going to head to the library to catch up on my homework.” She gave Hermione a subtle smile before going in a different direction. Entering the courtyard towards the doors of the library. Draco moves his leg and trips her over. The slytherin group laughed at her as she dropped to the ground. Her books scattered around her. “Aw look! You fell. You stupid mudblood…watch where you are going.” Draco spat out. Pansy and Theo gave her a smug look with their arms crossed. She looked at them just staring at her. She sighed heavily as she picked up all her books and stood up. Mattheo behind them smirking at her, looking at her up and down. She ignored any advances of torment they gave and left through the central hall doors.

She was inside the library. Sitting at the table on the second floor. Writing on her parchment on an essay for Professor Snape. She rubbed her temple after a few minutes of writing. When a flash of light fogged her mind. Showing her someone’s hand smoking a cigarette.

“What is Merlin's name…?” She whispered to herself as the visual faded away and she was able to see her homework in front of her.

Professor Snape needs to give better homework, just to let you know.

She blinked and looked around. Wondering where the voice is coming from.

I am in your mind. I guess you are as clueless as you are with that homework you are working on. We are soulmates. Remember hearing about it in one of your classes?

She sighed, Yes I do. I just didn’t really believe that was a thing. But you are apparently my soulmate. You know…smoking is bad for you. Right?

Mattheo chuckled, liking his mysterious soulmate already. Hey, lay off. I can be a smoker. Have you tried not doing homework?

Y/n laughed a little, cocky soulmate. As she gathered her belongings and put them away. Ready to head to the great hall for Dinner.

I hope the food is good. What is your favorite dessert? Mattheo asked his soulmate.

I would have to say chocolate pie or pumpkin pasties. What about you? Mattheo thought about it for a moment before smiling, Maybe apple tarts. Those are the best.

After a while of talking through their minds. They became more known to each other. Not knowing they were sitting at opposite tables. She was a Gryffindor and he was a Slytherin.

Did you eat your chocolate pie? He smirked. She nodded, Yes. Delicious like always. I could eat these all day. The crust is my favorite. Don’t judge me.

An echo of laughs were heard. Everyone was staring and wondering about the sounds. Look what you did. Now they heard us laughing. She laughed lightly. He chuckled as he took a bite of his food. Who cares what they think.

As a few days have passed, Mattheo and Y/n got to know more about each other, but still don't know who they are to each other. Y/n was in the courtyard sitting alone with a book in hand. Reading. Pansy and Draco come up to her and knock the book out of her hand. “Have you tried not reading?” She looked up at them and grabbed her book. Muttering to herself, “Assholes.” She went to walk out when Cormac came up to her, “Hey there y/n did you miss me?” She stepped back, “Fuck off, Cormac. I don’t want you.” He chuckled and shook his head at her. Stepping closer to her and gripping her arm. “How about…no.” Before y/n could react, a fist hurled into Cormac’s jaw. “That is not how you treat women!” Mattheo shouted at him. Cormac held his bloody nose as he stood up. Staggering back and running off. Y/n looked over at Mattheo, “Uh…thank you.” She said hush. As she clutched her book close to her chest. Mattheo eyed her and nodded, “Yeah…You need to learn to defend yourself.” As he walked off away from her, going towards Draco and Pansy. Both of them laughed as they walked away.

The next day, it was a sunny afternoon at Hogwarts. She sat under a tree and was enjoying the sun hitting her face. Reading about their soulmate ties. Hey so I have been reading about our soulmate thing. We can cut ties if we want to. She said in her mind. Mattheo, who was smoking out by the boathouse, tossed his butt down on the ground and smashed it with his foot. Really? What an interesting thing. So if we don’t like each other we can cut ties. Interesting. He smirked. But I don’t like it though. What happens after? Do we die? Or unable to find another soulmate? Y/n said. He shrugged his shoulders, Who knows. When am I going to see that face of yours? Can I meet you tonight? He asked. As he placed his hands in his pockets. Are you sure you want to meet me? What if I am weird? She said as she stood up. Walking towards the castle. Nah! It will be fine. Trust me. Tonight at the Astronomy tower. 7pm Don’t be late. He walked towards the castle.

A moment later, they both crash into each other again, “Hey watch where you are going.” Mattheo scowled. Y/n stepped back, “Well you bumped into me!” Mattheo scoffed as he entered the castle. Y/n following behind. She walked towards her common room and to get herself ready for tonight. She was nervous, but excited. Mattheo doing the same thing.

Finally, that night. She stood over the ledge. Looking up at the moon and stars in the sky. Her back facing the stairs. As she heard footsteps behind her. “I am here. Show yourself.” Y/n turned around and went wide-eyed. “Mattheo?!” Mattheo reacted the same way, “Y/n?!” She stepped back, “You are my soulmate? I..I can’t believe my own bully is my soulmate. This sucks.” Mattheo scoffed and took a cigarette out and lit it, “Yeah. You tell me. I guess we already know each other.” She crossed her arms and looked away, “Smoking is bad you know..” Mattheo gave her a look of disgust, “Bug off! I can do whatever I want. I am Mattheo Riddle. You are just a mudblood in my eyes.” Y/n was taken aback by his behavior. She shook her head, “Whatever you say, Mattheo. Fuck you.” As she stormed away from him, she stopped at the steps, “I am going to cut our ties…when I find the solution.” And left, “Good riddance..” He muttered to himself.

The next couple days were of research and studying to cut ties with each other. Her nose in a book. You and the bloody books. Mattheo said through his mind. As he stood behind her. She stood up quickly, “What are you doing here?” She said seriously with a cold tone. Mattheo leaned over her, grabbing her arm. “Any ideas on our ties?” Y/n grabbed her arm back, “No. Stop talking to me and I will.” She grabbed her belongings and left the library. “Arrogant egotistical bastard.” She muttered to herself. Mattheo smirked as she left. Placing a toothpick in his mouth as he walked off.

That late evening, she was inside her dorm room. All the girls were out on holiday so she had the whole dorm room to herself. A knock was on her door. She looked up and went to the door and answered it. Seeing Cormac, she gave him a look of disgust as she went to go close the door. But he stopped it and went up to her, “I don’t appreciate it when you ignore me…or avoid me, y/n. That isn’t nice of you.” She stepped back, each footstep made her afraid of what is to come. He grabbed her and threw her to the bed. He pinned her to the bed, her arms and legs attempting to kick him off her. Eventually, her face slightly bruised she shoved him off her. Running out of the common room and towards the astronomy tower.

Hey…Mattheo…can you come to the tower? Please? I need someone. She asked quietly in her mind. Mattheo got up from the common room couch and left. He shook his head, Fine. Whatever. He made his way over to the tower and saw her in the shadows. Huddled in a corner. He knew something wasn’t right when he heard her soft muffled cries. He walked up to her and knelt down to her level. “What happened?” She looked up at him, her face was bruised. A swollen lip and a black up. “Cormac…h-he hit me..tried to touch me..” She choked out. As she looked down. Mattheo's face darkens and lets out a harsh breath as he balls my fist.

"Where is he? I’ll kill him." Mattheo said looking down at y/n with a vicious look on his face. She grabbed his robe, “Don’t leave me…stay please.” She cried. Mattheo's entire body tenses up as he hears what she said and he felt like he was about to lose control. His hands unclench from his fists and jaws tighten as his lips curl in a very cruel and angry smile. Mattheo's anger is rising and boiling up inside and barely hold back as he start breathing heavily. There’s fire burning inside of his eyes and a chill down his spine, turning to the side, trying to take some deep breaths to calm myself. "That bastard!" Mattheo says in a very cold and low voice. Mattheo grabbed her and pulled her into his chest. It’s ok…I’m here. I won’t leave you.

After a few days, Mattheo didn’t leave y/n by herself. They walked outside on the Hogwarts lawn. Walking alongside each other. You ok? Mattheo asked her from their minds. He peeked at her from the corner of her eye. She nodded slowly as she looked up. Freezing up on the spot. Seeing Cormac in the distance. Mattheo looked up and saw him. Cormac comes up to them, "I see y/n has a new toy." Mattheo looked at him, "You shut your damn mouth. Or else I'll do it for you." Cormac laughed at him, "You wouldn't do it. Come on. I dare you." As he shoved Mattheo back. Mattheo growled, "You arrogant little shit! That’s more than enough." Mattheo says, then throws a punch and it connects with Cormac's face. He gets knocked out instantly, falling down on the ground. Mattheo turns around and looks at Amaya, clearly worried. "Don’t worry I didn't kill him." Mattheo says, trying to reassure and calm Amaya down.

Amaya looks down at his hand, "Mattheo…your hand. It's bleeding. Let's go clean this up." Mattheo chuckled, "Nothing I'm not used to." As she dragged him to the abandoned bathroom. Away from prying eyes so she could help. She takes a cloth from her bag and wets it under the faucet. Gently cleaning his knuckles softly. Her fingers touching the bottoms of his hand. Softly cleaning his hand. Once she was done, she wrapped his hand in a bandage. "All done…” Mattheo looked down at his hand and gave her a half smile, “Thanks. I appreciate it.” She turned away and went to put her belongings away. “You are welcome.” She pondered with her thoughts for a moment, as she had her hands on the counter where her bag laid. “So…I read more information on how to cut our…soul tie.” She said it softly, hesitant about it because she didn’t really want to cut ties with him. His demeanor changed instantly, “What? You don’t want to be my soulmate?” As he stepped closer, his voice sounded cold. She turned around and gasped as he was inches from her. “No..I..I didn’t say that. I just. Assumed that you didn’t want to be my soulmate.” He grabbed her chin, “I said no such thing...” His voice was husky, “Want to know why?” She stared into his eyes. How dark and domineering they were towards her. She simply nodded, as he stepped closer to her. His body pressed close against her.

“Because you belong to me. You are mine.” His lips aggressively touched hers. His hands cupped her face as their tongues danced together. Her hands wrapped around his neck as they continued to kiss passionately. Like two hungry animals, starving for attention. His lips and tongue tasted the lining of her jaw and towards her neck. Tasting her as he carefully placed his hands under her ass. Grasping them as he lifted her onto the counter. Knocking her bag out of the way and anything else on top of the counter. She moaned as his tongue and teeth gently nipped at her neck. He grabbed his wand from his pocket and locked the bathroom door. Tossing his wand away from him as their bodies passionately collided. His fingers traveled up her thighs, grazing over the fabric of her panties. “Look at how wet you are for me. Only for me I hope, babygirl?” She moaned, her head tilted back as he whispered into her ear. “Yes…Only for you.” His fingers slid the fabric away as he felt the folds, gliding his fingers up and down teasingly. Her body aching for more of him. To touch her. “How bad do you want me? Beg.” He said into her ear. His breath was hot against her skin as he nibbled on her earlobe. “I want you, Mattheo…Please.. I beg you.” He unbuckled his pants, the bulge that was inside. Sprung open, his member escaping, revealing himself to her. The pre-cum dripping from the tip. He slid down her panties, lifted her skirt up and pulled her closer to him as she was still sitting on the bathroom counter. Her legs and his hips shifted as the tip slammed into her core. Her sensitive spot getting hit with each hip thrust. He gripped onto her legs, as he held them to his sides. She looked away from his eyes, covering her mouth to avoid her moans being loud. He moved her hands away, “Look at me. Let them hear you, princess. You belong to me now.” As he kept thrusting hard and fast into her. She looked directly into his eyes, with each thrust. She moaned, holding onto his shoulders. Her nails dug in, to the point it left marks. He moaned into her ear, which sent a jolt of pleasure down. Making her pulse against him. “Mattheo…merlin help me…” She moaned out his name. He smiled as he kissed her with force and passion, “You fit so well for me. Tight and pretty just for me…Merlin…I feel close..” He pulled away from her as she got down off the counter and went on her knees. Taking his member and filling his seed in her mouth. Swallowing him whole as she stared directly into his eyes.

They cleaned up and left the abandoned bathroom quickly as if nothing had happened. They walked into the potions classroom late and sat at their assigned potion tables. Professor Snape crossed his arms as he stared at the two of them. Snape spoke up to them, “Miss. L/n? Why are you wearing a Slytherin tie? Are you not in Gryffindor?” Snape looked over at Mattheo, “Mr. Riddle? Why on earth are you wearing a Gryffindor tie?” Professor Snape took a minute to know why as he turned around and continued on with the lesson. Mattheo smirked from across the classroom. Winking at y/n, I love it when you blush, princess. You should do that for me more often. Y/n covered her face as she averted her eyes to the professor, a small smile plastered to her face. Don’t start.

#mattheo x y/n #mattheo riddle #mattheoxreader #mattheo x you #hogwarts

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yongislong · 2 years

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take care of you.

wc/genre: idk the word count... established relationship with non!idol jaemin, college au, domestic, other dreamies are mentioned, not proofread EEK spooky

cw/note: none as always, another late night post!! lol. inspired by the song take care of you by giriboy pls give it a listen, its jaemin as a song in my opinion! tysm for requesting btw anon! i tried to combine what i think was a couple of the suggested prompts since i don't write smut! ahh idk i hope you enjoy!

it was mid october.

at precisley 11:00, scattered all over the expanse of your dorms' hallway lounge, you and the dreamies were tuned into the freeform 31 nights of halloween movie marathon. the heater had broken, yet that was not enough for haechan to halt your 4 year tradition of hogging the resting area down the hall for movie night. instead you all opted to wrap yourselves up in various christmas themed blankets from years beforehand to keep warm.

extra fuzzy robes, colorful socks and hot packs had been passed around the room by jeno in order to assure everyone's coziness.

time passed as you all got comfortable.

renjun took up a beanbag so big he looked as though an angel took purchase on on a cloud, jeno and chenle cuddled up like two sulky cats on the left side of the L shaped couch, while mark and haechan were in a slightly heated discussion about the logistics of the corspe bride that continued to play on the old tv across the couch.

jisung had passed out as soon as he twisted himself well enough to be considered comfortable to his standards. he sat curled up on a nearby armchair. his long limbs draped over one side, his head borderline handing upside down on the other. exam prep had clearly made the poor chick too sleepy for his own good.

you and jaemin had been in your own world for the past couple of minutes now (aside from the idea that jaemin suggested about being victor and emily for halloween)

he had his right arm supporting behind his head as he let his left arm sling along the back of your waist. you laid your entire weight on his body but he didn't seem to mind. he's always told you to never hold back. he wants you to feel as comfortable with him as you can.

its hard to not feel secure with someone like jaemin.

you looked up from the position you had on his chest. you noticed how his GIANT arms flexed and unflexed as his hand came down to cup the left side of your cheek.

he runs his thumb over your brow. moving all the way down to trace down the underside of your jaw and pull you chin up towards him to meet his eyes once you look away.

he thought you were the prettiest person in the world.

"getting shy now, huh?" he whispers and you feel his breath slightly flutter the baby hairs over the expanse of your forehead.

"god jaem could your head get any bigger, you had a booger in your nose idiot" you mutter.

his giggles come out in breaths and he bumps his nose to your temple in an effort to muffle his laugh from the nearby boys.

"whatever, i know you think im pretty, hmph," he pouts and shuffles to return his arm to support the back of his head on the couch arm.

"yeah, yeah and what if i do... just shut up and watch the movie..."

his smug smile is a stark contrast from his actions, as he repositions you more comfortably on his chest, he makes sure the blanket reaches your feet and that your hoodie is pulled up far enough to keep your ears warm from the nipping cold. mumbling broken mantras about how it was his duty to make sure you're all taken care of.

needless to say jaemins warmth lulled you so sleep as he set one of his hands under your hoodie to rub shapes on the side of your bare waist.

he woke up before everyone else the next morning.

thank goodness he did, jae wanted to admire your adorable puffy morning face before the rest of the world awoke.

he traced the bridge of your nose and fixed your frazzled hair before tugging your head back into the hood of your sweater with a kiss to the space between your brows, tip of your nose and cupids bow.

"hmm stop... moving. go back to bed lovebird," you said groggily and he giggled at the snarky nickname.

theres no other way he would've rather spent the morning after the sleepover. so in an attempt to silence him, he let you muffle his words of protest by pushing his face to your chest and slinging a leg over his hips, letting the rest of your left leg hang over the edge of the couch.

guess theres still a bit more time before your 9 am lecture...

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sebstan2020 · 2 months

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Red Ties

Chapter 31

Mary, a sweet Christian girl living in the city of Brooklyn as a nurse had a simple life. She loved her work, her friends and attending church every Sunday and helping Reverend McCarthy. Her life was nothing out of the ordinary. However, it all changed one day when she bumps into the intriguing and intimidating James Barnes, Brooklyn’s notorious mafia boss and is introduced to a world of guns, lust and dominance.

Warnings: BDSM, Dom/Sub, Mafia, Violence, Gang, SMUT, Sex, Possessive Bucky, Overprotectiveness, Bondage, Sexual Themes, Dark Themes, Guns, Drugs, Gang Violence

“You may go in peace,” Reverend McCarthy said softly to the crowd, and a flurry of people getting up from their pews, soft whispers, and murmurs escaped from the content regulars of the church as they made their way to leave the Sunday service. John stood at the doorway, giving his thanks and byes to the regulars of the church. There were a couple of new faces, and he took the time to introduce himself to them, asking how the service was for them. The community worshipped him like their own god; just like Mary did, they would always come to him for advice, whatever the time or situation.

As John spoke to one of the new faces of today’s service, a pleasant man named Michael, Mary helped clear up, collecting the scuffed bibles and piled them up at the back of the church, picking up the loose sheets of hymns that were scattered around the church. It was a very hot day, and the church was like a sauna, with the stained glass windows doing nothing to help with the heat. The colours shined on the floor like jewels, sparkling and lighting it up. Today’s sermon was about forgiveness, ironically. Mary couldn’t help the little grin on her face as John spoke his words of wisdom. She hadn’t yet told him of her and James’s latest argument, and she debated whether to or not, but she knew deep down she would. John was a non-biassed answer to her problems. Despite him knowing Mary well, he never judged or threw judgement at James, and lucky for her, he didn’t know him, or so she thought.

John said his last good-byes and wandered up the aisle to the back of the church, where Mary had finished putting the bibles away.

“Thank you for that, Mary; I don’t know what I would do without you,” he smiled, and she offered a soft giggle to him and shrugged.

“It’s no bother for me; I always like helping you out here.” If Mary could, she would spend more time here at the church. They did so many things for the community. But her hours that she had free before she met James had all been taken up by him, not that she was complaining.

“How are you? How is everything with you and James?” he asked as he slipped out of his white robe, the heat getting to him. His neck was slick with sweat, and he quickly unbuttoned the top of his collar, letting some air get to him.

“We’re good… We did have an argument the other day, but I’ve forgiven him. It's funny how today’s sermon was about forgiveness,” she pointed out, and he chuckled.

“Yes, completely uncoinisidential,” he said.

“What was your argument about, if you don’t mind me asking?” He said it in a softer tone this time, and Mary sighed heavily.

“He didn’t like the fact that Peter is one of my best friends; he gets jealous easily. I think he thought Peter liked me more than a friend. But me and Peter are just friends; we have always been and always will be. But he wasn’t very nice to him.” John frowned a little, nodding slowly.

“I see. And what did you do?” he murmured.

“I told him he couldn’t speak to my friends like that. I was furious with him, but after a day or two, I calmed down, and we talked. I have forgiven him for now. But I know nothing will change him,” she admitted. He had said those very words to her a few nights ago—that nothing would change the possessiveness inside him. Mary had teased him lightly, not saying much but only that he would have to live with the fact that she had a guy as a best friend and she wasn’t going to stop hanging out with him. James had accepted with a groan, but in turn, he had laid his mark on her that night. The small bites and bruises were only just healing now, and she was able to hide them from the service today.

“Our emotions can get the best of us sometimes, and sometimes they can come out in the strangest of ways. Jealousy is a devil inside us all. We all get jealous. But sometimes we have to ignore it. Sometimes it's hard to ignore when you love someone.”.

Love. It was such a strong word with so many meanings. Mary understood, and from her conversation with Yori, she saw the love in James’s eyes when he looked at her, his dark ocean eyes beaming with light in the middle, a spark setting off. His need to touch her all the time and feel her lips on his is a sign of love and ownership. Mary didn’t quite understand the need for him to show off to the world that she was his, but as John had said, our emotions get the best of us, and sometimes they come out in the strangest of ways.

“Thank you, Reverend,” she said softly and slightly shuffled on her feet. Something else was bothering her, as if she wanted to ask but didn’t.

“Is there anything else that’s bothering you?” He asked with concern.

Tonight was the night. She was going to head off to James’s after-service, and tonight he was going to show her his world. Show her the use of those whips and chains in the closet; show her his dominant side, which he had been keeping locked away. At times it had crept out, but not fully, and tonight it was going to be fully unleashed. Mary played with a small bow on the side of her dress, wondering whether to bring it up or not, and decided against it. She was already committing sin tonight, on a Sunday after service as well, and she didn’t want to give Reverend McCarthy a heart attack with the activities of tonight. This was no place for words like BDSM, bondage, or sadism.

“Nothing else; I’ll see you next Sunday; I’ll bring over some cakes this week for the bake sale.” She smiled, and he nodded.

“That would be perfect,” he said. He reached forward, hugged her tightly, gave her a squeeze, and brushed a finger across her cheek before releasing her. As she trotted down the aisle of the church into the blazing heat, John took a deep breath and shook his head as he wandered into his office. "Oh, James,” he muttered to himself and closed the door.

“Dear God, please forgive me for...” Mary muttered softly to herself as she knelt beside the bed, her elbows resting on the dark covers, hands clasped together and head slightly bowed, eyes closed as she muttered a prayer to herself. She was a mix of nerves, excitement, and fear. James stood beside the walk-in closet, threading a long piece of black rope between his hands and folding it neatly as he watched her. He didn’t interrupt her, but he couldn’t help the smirk on his face grow as he watched her plead to God to forgive her for tonight.

James had been waiting for this moment for so long. From the day he met her, he had images in his head of her tied up in all sorts of positions, her body slick with sweat and marks from his whips and canes, her ass red and sore from his hand, her pussy slick with her wetness, and begging for more. And tonight he had free reign to do whatever he wanted. He wasn’t going to go full sadist on her tonight; it was just a taste of his world. He couldn’t lose her now after two arguments.

"Amen,” she said quietly, and she brought herself back to reality.

“Did you really just pray to God to forgive you for tonight?” he teased as she stood up from the floor. The very sight of her knee beside the bed made his cock hard, and he had to avert his eyes to stop himself from flipping her on the bed mid-prayer and fucking her. How he had gone this long without fucking her was a record. His cock was about to burst soon if he didn’t get some pleasure, and over the next few weeks, he had planned to teach Mary a thing or two about pleasing a man. She was still so inexperienced in that department, and he was the perfect teacher for her.

“Yes, if I’m going to let you do these things to me, I have to make sure I can still get into heaven,” she said a little smugly as she walked up to him. James threw the now perfectly bonded rope on the dresser, where the rest of the toys, restraints, and whips lay perfectly out, and softly chuckled. He was dressed perfectly tonight. Dark black suit across his whole body, collar tight up to his neck, tie around with a sleek knot. This man was perfection. He took a deep breath as he stared down at her and murmured softly.

“I don’t doubt that you won’t get in,” he said. Watching her pray like that made him wonder if he should try it sometime. Perhaps ask for forgiveness from God. Would he get it? Probably not, but it might be worth a shot. Mary could teach him how to do it. It made him laugh inside, her teaching him something when he had been doing mostly all the teaching.

“You could do the same,” she asked, raising her shoulder a little and teasing the prospect, and James sighed.

“I don’t think God will forgive me after one prayer,” he teased back.

“Who knows, God works in mysterious ways,” she shrugged, and he grinned. She was always finding the good in everything, hoping for some forgiveness for him, one of the many reasons he loved her so much.

He looked down at Mary in her tight dress. She looked stunning, absolutely beautiful, and ready for tonight. It was going to go slow and intense, and he was going to take his time tonight. Normally he could be rough and fast, but tonight was slow, calm, and intense.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” He asked once again. Was it double-checking or was it triple-checking? As much as this was a dream come true for him, he didn’t want to do anything she didn't, and when she nodded silently, he claimed that answer and locked it in.

"Yes,” she said with a shake in her voice, as the nerves were settling in. Her fingers tremored somewhat, and she held them tightly to stop it. James took a deep breath and cupped her face in his large hands, warm and safe. He pulled her in for a kiss, soft and tender and slow, the last piece of him before he tucked away protective James and pulled out dominant James. James took a breath and ran his hands down from her cheeks over her cold arms, the little hairs standing on their edges as he looked down her body and spoke.

“Before we get started, there’s a couple things you need to know. From this point forward, you will only address me as Sir.” His tone was so dominant and stern, and Mary felt a tingle run through her body at the simple order of calling him Sir. His hands teased her as they trailed up her body again.

"Tonight you are going to do exactly as I say. You are mine to do as I please," he ordered.

“I’m going to give you a safe word tonight to use while we do this,“ he said, cut off by her nervous voice, and his dark eyes loomed over her.

“What’s a safe word?” she said quickly, and he replied back with the same speed, his hands softly caressing her shoulders.

“A safeword is a word you use to communicate with me when you don’t like something. It’s important you understand that this word will be the only one to make me stop; otherwise, I will carry on, no matter how much you say stop,” he explained, and Mary swallowed. It scared her that the use of the word stop was useless and had little power.

“If I’m doing something you don’t like and you want to stop, I want you to say red." Once you say that, everything will stop. If I’m doing something you don’t like but don’t want to stop completely, and you just want me to slow down, then you say, Mercy, do you understand?” His hands cupped her face again, and she nodded.

“Yes, sir,” she murmured.

“Good, repeat those back to me,” he ordered.

“If I want you to stop, I say red; if I want you to slow down, I say mercy.” James smiled and nodded his head slowly.

“Good girl,” he was positive; she understood the safe word system. Now onto the fun part. James took a step back, just barely enough to create some space between them.

“I want you to take your clothes off, fold them neatly, and put them on that chair,” he ordered her softly, and Mary began to slowly undress, slipping out of the dress she wore to service today. James admired her as she did, taking slow breaths as she folded her dress and pants on top, placed them on the chair at the back of the room, and padded back over. She was absolutely gorgeous underneath, all skin and flesh, and James took a deep breath, smiling at the beautiful sight in front of him. Her hair snaked down her back and over her shoulder as she waited patiently for her next order. She felt the tingles rising through her body and the heat and sweat pooling in the crooks of her neck.

“Now I want you to kneel in front of the bed, hands on your thighs,” he ordered, pointing to the exact spot at the foot of the bed.

"Yes, sir.” She slowly padded over there, kneeling at the foot of the bed with her back against the board. She placed her hands on her thighs and watched as James turned and grabbed the lengths of black rope he had neatly tied together. Four bundles, and he threw three of them over her, landing on the bed. Kneeling in front of him showed exactly how tall he was as he towered over her, and he unravelled the bundles, the ends falling across her thighs, and she sucked in a breath. This was really happening.

Without a word, he took one of her wrists and held it in the air while he delicately wrapped the black rope around it, threading it through with his long fingers. He was an expert at tying knots—good, stiff ones that wouldn’t come undone. Mary wondered if he was a boy scout. Once the rope was tightly bound to her wrist, he used the length of the rope to tie around the bedpost, giving it a tug. Her arm was pulled up tightly with only a little slack.

He did the same with the other, a hard look of concentration on his face as he tied her up to the bed, arms extended up and pulled taut. His cologne lingered over her as he towered over her. Mary gripped the small length between her wrists and the bedpost, holding on for dear life. This bondage stuff was exhilarating, and she was so vulnerable and exposed. The tightness of her arms being pulled made her chest poke out, and her breasts were pushed outward. Her nipples puckered into small buds. Her breathing had deepened, and she stared up at the dark rope binding her.

James reached for another bundle, unwinding it and kneeling beside her, taking her ankle and doing the same. He slightly pulled them apart to widen her legs, giving up access to her pussy, and tied the end to the bed leg. As his fingers brushed her, she shivered and felt her pussy twitch. With the last ankle tied, he gave it a harsh tug, ensuring its tightness, and moaned softly. He trailed the tips of his fingers over her body, running them up the sides of her stomach and up to her arms, slightly tickling her but mostly sending shocks through her body. She took a deep breath, mouth gaping open as he pressed his forehead to hers, nose nearly touching, and he slipped his hand between her legs, hearing her moan and breath as he pressed his long fingers through her folds and to her opening. She was dripping, and an embarrassed blush heated her cheeks. She shouldn’t be turned on by this, but she was.

Mary pressed herself into James, his lips almost touching hers as he spoke.

“You’re so wet. Does this turn you on, being tied up and at my mercy?” He whispered, and Mary groaned softly, not wanting to answer. She didn’t want to admit he was right, and she whimpered.

“Answer me,” he ordered, his tone slightly sterner but still at the volume of a whisper.

"Yes, sir,” she breathed, and he grinned. Mary leaned forward for a taste of his lips, but he pulled away and stood. She huffed, and he walked to the dresser, picking up a long black riding crop. It had a leather handle with a small leather rectangle at the end, flopping. He ran the length of it through his hand, slowly walking back over to her as she stared up at him. Her heart was beating so fast, and she tugged at her restraints.

James took a deep breath, smirking at the stunning sight of Mary.

“Do you know what this is?” He asked, showing her the whip in his hand. Mary shook her head no, despite her knowing what it was, but it scared her. James took the whip, running the end across her face and to her lips, pulling her bottom lip down. The leather was so smooth but hard at the same time.

“This is a riding crop. It can be both pleasurable and painful. As a submissive, you should worship and respect whatever implement I have in hand,” he said, and she nodded slowly.

"Yes, sir,” she said, and he pressed the end to her lips.

“Kiss it,” he ordered, and Mary looked up with confusion at first, looking back at the scary whip before she pressed a lightly kiss to the end, the end that was either going to be pleasurable or painful.

“Good girl,” he praised, and she moaned at the words falling from his mouth. He circled the whip around her cheek, across her shoulder and up her arm, under her arm, and across her chest. Its touch was electrifying and sent a buzz through her system. He pressed the end to her arm and pulled back, slapping it across. She flinched and gasped at the sudden sting, but the next one came shortly after, and she forgot about it. He placed the hits in very specific spots. One of her other arms was down to her side, over her right breast, down to her stomach, and the insides of her thighs, and each one made her skin tingle. She pulled and flinched with each hit, but it was making her even wetter down there. He pressed the end to the top of her pussy, right on her clitoral area, and she flinched as he swerved it underneath, almost through her folds. James took a step further and patted the whip across her aching pussy.

"Ahhh,” she hissed, staring down at the frightening black whip and wherever it was going to land. James chuckled softly, pressing it into her spot, and she moaned.

It was all so exciting. His dominance, the bondage, the whip, and the feelings she was feeling in her body. If he had said this to her at the beginning of their relationship, she would have run for the hills. She would have called him a sinner, and maybe he was. But now she was too.

“You like that, don’t you?” he teased, and she groaned under her breath, pressing her lips tightly together. James chuckled, teasing her with his whip, smacking it once more on her aching pussy and earning a yelp from her. His cock was straining against his tight pants, and he crouched in front of her. He pressed the whip under her chin, tilting her head up to look into her eyes, which were dark and sexy as he smirked.

“Now I want you to thank me,” he ordered, and she took a breath.

“Thank you, sir,” she breathed, and he grinned. His other hand creeped down between her legs and pressed his fingers to her mound, cupping it and slipping a finger inside her. She instantly moaned and instantly bended at his touch, eyes closing and mouths gaping open, the whip pressing under her chin, and he moaned softly. She was soaking, almost to the point where it was dripping on the floor.

“Do you want to come?” He asked, and she nodded her head quickly. She wanted nothing more than to orgasm.

"Yes,” she breathed, and suddenly the whip fell from her chin and smacked her on the chest, bringing her back to reality, her eyes wide and an “oww” coming from her as James sternly gazed at her.

“Yes what?” He raised a brow.

"Yes, sir,” she corrected herself, and he hummed.

“Good, but first you’re going to get me off,” he said and stood, throwing the whip on the bed. He undressed casually, throwing his jacket to the floor and shirt, revealing his tight muscles underneath the black. He slipped out of his dress shoes and yanked his socks off. Her head was at the perfect height for his crotch, and he unzipped his pants, dropping them to the floor along with his boxers, freeing his hard cock. He stroked it, holding it steady as Mary glanced up at him with glassy eyes.

“Have you ever sucked cock before?” he said, and she shook her head.

"No, sir,” she answered, and he smirked.

“Good, that means my cock will be the first and only cock you’ll ever suck,” he growled.

“First, give it a little taste, just the tip,” he said, holding his cock for her as she leaned forward, pressing her lips to the tip of his cock. A salty taste entered her mouth, warm and soft, and she looked up with wide eyes for guidance.

“Wrap your lips around the head,” he ordered, and she took him in her mouth, just the head, and sucked softly, like she was sucking an ice lolly, looking up with her doll eyes at him and popping it out of her mouth. James gritted his teeth, the moans forcing their faces through. She took him in again, sucking a bit harder this time, and James groaned, his head falling back at the pleasure riding through him.

"Yes,” he murmured, and he sucked in a breath.

“Now open your mouth and take me,” he ordered softly, and she did just that. He slowly entered her mouth, pushing as much of himself inside her until she slightly gagged as his big cock filled her mouth. His hand snaked around the back of her head, taking a ball of hair into his hand and gripping her head for support. He pulled back slowly before pushing back in, back and forth, until she adjusted to his size and length. He was so big and filled her completely. His cock turned from soft to hard in a matter of seconds, and the feel of his warm hand on her head made her feel both safe and supported.

James moaned to the heavens, picking up his speed until Mary took it into her own hands, moving her head back and forth, sucking and blowing on him. Her hair was a wild mess as he gathered it into one hand and gripped her head with both hands, forcing his way inside. Small gulps emitted from her as she sucked him, and he pressed himself into her mouth for a few seconds before pulling out. Drool and spit dripped down her chin, and she caught her breath quickly before he entered her again.

He was seconds away from his own orgasm, shaking with pleasure as he felt himself twitch in her mouth. To be on the safe side, he pulled out just before he came, giving himself one tug on his cock, which spilled out into his hand, catching his come. He wasn’t sure if Mary was comfortable with him coming inside her mouth, and despite her opening up to his intimidating world, bondage, and dominance, he didn’t want to push her too far. Now it was her turn.

Mary swallowed as James crouched down before her, his hand going to her aching pussy, and he rubbed her sensitive clitoral area, fingers moving fast as she leaned into his touch, forehead pressed against his, and he whispered to her.

“You’re going to ask for permission to come,” he said, and she nodded, whimpering as the pleasure became overwhelming.

She felt her orgasm and flinched as it was becoming too much, her tied position making it hard to get away, although she didn’t want to.

"Please, sir, can I come?” The words left her mouth naturally. She didn’t even need to think about what to say or ask; it had become ingrained in her head now. James grinned at how responsive she was, and she whimpered against his lips, whispering a second, please, and he couldn’t resist.

“You can come,” he granted her permission, and in a matter of seconds she came, pussy pulsing and twitching with pleasure as his wetness dripped. His fingers didn’t stop, and she wiggled against his fiery touch, yanking on the rope and leaning closer into his hot body. Her climax slowed, and he gave one final rub before pulling his fingers away and sucking on the ends of them. Mary was too dazed to notice that, and when she tiredly opened her eyes, barely able to keep them open from exhaustion, James was cupping her cheeks to pull her back to reality.

“What do you say?” He whispered.

“Thank you, sir,” she managed to get out, and he smiled. He kissed her softly and tenderly, his lips staying there for a while before he pulled back and brushed his thumbs over her heated cheeks.

“You did so well; I'm so proud of you,” he said, pecking her again and kissing her forehead as she fell into the restraints holding her up. Her energy was gone, and she was losing the will to not fall asleep. James made quick work of untying her and caught her exhausted body in his arms, pulling her up into bed as she snuggled into his arms, completely in bliss.

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priest!au suguru geto x fem!reader. from JUDAS, a kinktober drabble series. mdni

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Tap, tap, tap.

A slow rhythm from the end of his ballpoint pen hitting his desk. The look in his eyes were dull, as every thought trailed into static. Crumpled papers missed his office trash can, a few scattered on his desk. Suguru sat in the neatly tucked away room of the church to come up with next week’s sermon. And well…the process was still ever going.

He was on another draft, a couple sentences in to introduce the theme. Yet he couldn’t get the words to flow. Each one felt more broad than before with no meaning. The pastor could jot things down, pull teeth each time, if it meant his thoughts could trail back to you.

And it’s not like he could help it. Your touch began to slither in his mind and bury itself there as soon as you left that evening. His own hand brushed over his forearm and it couldn’t remotely feel the same. Had it been that long? His face twists at the embarrassing thought.

Slowly, his eyes relaxed as they remained shut. He plays back how your fingertips merely brushed. There was a static shock, nothing for him be as delirious as he is right now— or at least under the surface. It seemed to crack the more he thought about it.

Your skin felt like a horizon, a warmth he didn’t know his body craved— yearned for since his years of freedom. Could you touch him like that again? Only to move higher? Would you trace the flex of his veins as if they were an outline to canvas? The soft hills of his muscles?

His head tilts. He tries to tear his focus away from you but it seems impossible. As if no force could rival the spiral of his thoughts. Your eyes, he rather his eyes irritate than risk one blink away from your gaze. He could look at you over and over and never be bored. It couldn’t have just been him the way you both linger on each other, could it?

He shakes his head at the thought, brows forming one frustrated line. No no, Suguru knows exactly what this is. Temptation has made its way into the church and it was the devil’s doing. His resolve was weak, mind not fortified when it comes to you. How could he be so blind to the sheer power of the dark arts? This was what his parents were afraid of— put in his head over and over to keep himself pure. They let his earrings go, the tattoo was a total mess. They don’t know about the smoking— would He find a way for them to know if he could not enact the Word?

His hand goes through his hair to pull him from what felt like an endless body of water. Would you run your fingers through his onyx locks? Caress it with care from root to end?

Suguru crumbled the paper in front of him, straightening the new one. His eyes practically bored into the white space wishing for words to appear.

‘Faith over fear…when all else feels fragile…turn to the word of God.’

He knows the word. Was taught of it in his youth, knew scriptures like the back of his hand. He studied as if it was the pinnacle of enlightenment, as it was such for his family. The pastor could hear his father’s authoritarian voice, his mother’s soft harmonies over the gospels, echoing in his head. So why can’t one verse come to mind for his teachings?

Suguru let’s out a sigh, running his hand over his face. Another rhythm comes about when his knee begins to bob up and down under the desk. Pen begins to slowly tap again. Fragile, fragile resolve. Weakness under the heavenly eye. Unraveling thoughts, unraveling, peeling, exposing, undressing, that dress, your skin, your body, your hands, on him, on his arms, his chest, his neck, his-

SLAM!

His hand slams the pen down on the wooden desk, panting as his eyes shot opening. His breath was twisted and ragged, holding it in a hard swallow to catch it. He goes on to shake his head and jump from his seat. Suguru gathers his things, fingers fumbling his pages into his bag. He grabs his thick coat and keys with a hand turning off the office light as he already was out the door.

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Yandere Kaeya Headcanons.

Gender neutral reader/darling MDNI Content Warning: Poor horny writing, grammar errors, NSFW, yandere themes, stalking, jealousy, food kink, spit kink, virgin kink, overestimation, choking/smothering. degradation, praise, manipulation. isolation, kidnapping, mentions of throat fucking and slapping/stepping genitals. (Let me know if I missed anything)

Kaeya’s love isn’t something gained in a instant, just as his love for aged wine. It’ll take awhile before this new addiction takes hold. Your relationship starts off normal if not too sweet; its something out of a fairy tail. A knight recusing you from whatever peril you might be in. Wither you’re in actual danger or, just tripped; leaving groceries scattered. He’ll be the handsome hero to lend you his aid. It’ll be such a meet-cute moment. Although it will be just that, a moment not even worth remembering. Harsh but, from Kaeya perspective you’re another citizen. A adorable citizen but, a citizen none the less.

You’ll eventually bump into one another again and, again. All these sweet interaction will start lingering in his mind, maybe little fantasies swirl in his thoughts from time to time. All these little fantasies are feeding into delusions of a perfect life. He doesn’t even love you at this stage, just has a big’ol puppy crush is all. It’ll stay that way until you show any ounce of interest in him. He’ll ask you out in a very public setting, knowing it will be harder for you to reject his offer. Beside he plans on this being a one time occasion. Just one little fun night between acquaintances. Kaeya will be the perfect gentlemen, pulling out a chair for you, complimenting your outfit, and softly holding your hand as you two take a short stroll after dinner. His hands will never wander, staying appropriate the whole time. By the end Kaeya walks you home, bidding you a goodnight before giving your hand a whisper of a kiss. As he lays in bed, those little fantasies come back ten fold. You were just too fun and sweet to forget about. Maybe this won’t be a one time thing.

This is when his obsession starts. Stalking isn’t something he has time to do but, he does have resources to get all the answers he wants. He’ll know almost everything there is to know about you and, with all his info he’ll start to put it to use as he takes you out on more and more dates. As time goes by even Kaeya will change himself to fit what you’d find to be a good- No perfect partner. But perfect partner don’t stalk one another do they though? They don’t break into the others house and, steal clothes to jerk off into. No no, perfect partners don’t do these things but, he’ll allow himself to not be perfect when no one is looking. He’ll spit into your drinks or foods so you’ll have a part of him inside you. Might even put some cum into them if he’s feeling daring. Once stole a bottle of your wine and, took it home. Drew himself a bath, with candles and rose petals. Your wine mixed with the warm water. Used the bottle to pleasure himself with, The tip of his cock covered with your underwear as he (tries to) fucks into the open end of the bottle pretending its your virgin hole. His skin was slightly stained red afterwards, he called in sick the next day.

Enjoys blackmailing other possible love interest you may have. Even if he can’t find in real evidence for blackmail he’ll find a way to discourage them. For Kaeya its nice knowing on one is perfect for you other then him. Well he’ll make himself perfect for you anyways.

Everything will seem normal for a long time. Everyone, including you sees a sweet couple with little to no issues. Kaeya doesn’t feel that way. What if you get bored? Could you be cheating on him? You were 15 minutes late for dinner last night, were you fucking someone else because he’s saving himself for you on your wedding night? Are you going to fall out of love with him for no reason and, leave him like everyone else? He’ll pop the big question once these thoughts get to loud. Please don’t say no. His heart won’t be able to take it.

A perfect fairy tail wedding something he’s been dreaming about for years. Once at the altar he’ll no longer be the suave Cavalry Captain of the Knights of Favonius but, as whole heartedly Kaeya Alberich a man with a damaged golden heart, a man so pathetically addicted to you. Crying out his vows of undying love for you, its almost embarrassing to watch if not for Barbara and Jean sniffling during the whole speech. The final kiss will forever lock you two together, forever intertwined fates never to separated. Kaeya is absolutely shameless once you’re out of the public eye. Grinding hard and, heavy on you. So loud with his wants, even if your too tired to make love that night he’ll want to cuddle you nude but, tomorrow you are getting it for sure. Although he’s a virgin he has knowledge, romance book knowledge but, knowledge none the less. His rough hands ghost over you form, gently removing your clothing, all the while he kissing your sweet lips desperately. He shaking once you’re completely nude, even if he seen many pictures of you in a naked state, nothing can compare to seeing it in person. His mouth is covering every inch of your body, nothing left untouched. Small praises mutter between each kiss, after sucking lighting on your nipples he’ll move down to you groin. Truly he doesn’t mean tease you but, he wants this moment to be special. Kissing and licking around the areas you wanted touched. He’ll look at you lusty eyes and, ask for you to be vocal in exactly what make you feel pleasure. With that said he is diving back down, spiting on you genitals rubbing it all over before putting his mouth back on you. With his wet hand he’ll slowing jerk himself off as he taste you. Will listen to everything you want and will not stop till you have an orgasm. Wither its sucking, licking or fingering he’ll do it for you. Accidentally overstimulates during your high, he just can’t get enough of your sounds or taste. You’ll need to ask him to stop a few times.

After giving you both a short break he’ll get back to work. Grabbing you hand he’ll lead it to his hard cock. “Can you feel my love darling? Come on, guide me in.” He’s tearing up the second he is in you and god forbid you’re actually a virgin too. Last 2 minutes before blowing his load, crying out love you’s like he’ll die if he doesn’t and, with little sorry mixed between. Wants to go again and will whine until you say yes. Kaeya will start opening up about his true extent of his love, saying thing like; “No one can fucking touch you now, you’re all mine sweet heart.” “You’re my little slut, just for me. You can stop being a whore.” “You smell so much lovelier fresh.” He’ll shut up if you looked too cornered. Over all he does a good job hiding his obsession when his darling is consenting, and if your not he’ll just make it to were you will want nothing but him. Doesn’t want to kidnap you but will if you reject him or try to leave. He just want a perfect fairy tail relationship with you, and forcing into his basement is anything but that. A lot of domestic training, all that sweet couple crap is his goal. Greeting him at the door when he back, setting the bath, making dinner and, all that jazz. Will give you little rewards for listening to him.

Punishments are rarely physical but can be if you’re really bad. A hard slap is the hardest he’ll ever want to go but, a rough throat fuck never killed anyone. Maybe the rope around your wrist are too tight and, cut into you. Slapping or stepping on you genitals might put you in your place. Choking isn’t off the table either. Actually refuses to have sex with you as a punishment, it really ruins his delusions of you just being a kinky brat. Isolation is more of his cup of tea, that and, manipulation. “Darling you’ve brought this onto yourself. Everything was perfect till you decided to play the cheating whore.” Kaeya will make to be your fault that this all happened, if you never tried to leave him, to be so unfaithful to him. This would have never happened. He still love you though and, nothing can or will ever change that.

#yandere genshin impact #yandere #yandere smut #yandere kaeya #genshin impact smut #kaeya x reader #kaeya x reader smut #smut

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I have been noticing things, and I don't know what to make of them, so I am bringing them to you, because you have been blessed/cursed by Apollo's dodgeball and are also great at connecting dots. I apologise.

I am worried about Buck's lungs. His sats dropped when he was in a coma, to the point of needing ECMO, but during his recovery we only saw him see a cardiologist, no respiratory rehab was mentioned. Now his PT scores are down. The show has also been weirdly pointed about focusing on sats monitors being put on people's fingers during calls. They've done it on at least 3 of the calls since Buck's been back, and at no point have the people's sats been mentioned - even the woman face down in dough, who was started on oxygen. That in itself isn't a big deal - they're a quick way of getting a heartrate, and its standard practice to put one on. But why keep showing them? Then this week, Maddie had the call with the kid where she had to remind him how to breathe.

So, what do you think? Is there anything there, or am I projecting because I'm having to have respiratory physio after covid?

Just when I thought I couldn't get any more unhinged! No, there is DEFINITELY something there and I'm not gonna be normal about it. There are a couple of different places my mind went to (because it's not just Buck, Eddie's in this too) so apologies if this is scattered:

Buck + Death is the big overarching theme looming over Buck's healing journey. Buck's life has been about Death since before he was even born, when he was conceived to be a savior baby...and was a match...but Daniel still died anyway. And Buck has been running towards Death ever since, seeking it out, courting it like a lover without even realizing why, never knowing that Daniel's ghost was haunting him. He has internalized so completely this idea that his value is entirely dependent on what he can do for others, on how much he can sacrifice, can give, up to and including his own life. The fact that the problem was Buck's lungs in the episode where he was reckoning with Daniel for the first time while trapped in his subconscious mind was inspired and a huge callback to Buck Begins, after Buck first learned about Daniel, with Buck in the warehouse fire taking off his mask and telling the guy he was trying to save that he would just hold his breath. And Buck's been holding his breath in a sense ever since. Spiraling. Stagnating. Regressing. He quit therapy. He trapped himself for a year in a soulless relationship because he was already depressed but then the shooting happened and Eddie basically told him he wasn't allowed to keep trying to kill himself, taking away one of his main self-harming coping mechanisms (passive suicidality brushed off by telling himself he's actually helping people), all of that.

There are also the crush injuries surrounding him (which I wrote about in 6A as being super sus). Thomas and Mitchell and a car accident crush injury, the first call where Buck begins explicitly associating romantic love with death. Buck being crushed under the ladder truck, which ultimately led to the blood clots and a pulmonary embolism because he wouldn't let himself rest and recover, wouldn't let himself heal or slow down, because he was too focused on getting back to work where he could (in his mind) be useful, be worth something, could save lives. And he admitted then that he didn't know what/who he was without the job, and ironically almost torched all of his relationships with the people who love him regardless in order to get back to it. And then of course there's also Lev. Lev trying to find the secrets to happiness but instead being crushed to death by a walkway that collapsed because the hotel identified the problem but never made the repairs. And it was through him that Buck started thinking that he could find all the answers he's been looking for in death.

But...Buck died. Actually died. And despite his joke about his math powers and being the guy with the answers, he doesn't have them all.

At the end of 6x11, he took a breath. He took a step. He allowed himself a little bit of self-awareness, of self-reflection, he dipped his toe into the water of the root trauma that has led him to all the others. But he's awake now, and what has he done? By all accounts it looks like exactly what he's done every other time/like he's falling back into the same bad habits. He let his mom steamroll him into getting him a couch that he didn't want. He threw himself back into work as soon as he could and keeps trying to brush off the fact that he went through a serious trauma (physical/mental/emotional) to the point that the people who love him have to keep reminding him that he literally died. He has the tools he needs to heal, but isn't actually taking the steps to get there. And, as you point out, they're potentially foreshadowing that there are still problems with his lungs that may still get worse.

Because Buck is, at heart, one big crush injury. He has been suffocating under the weight of trauma after trauma since he was born, conceived in grief and then discarded. He has been suffocating under the weight of hiding his true feelings from others (up to and including hiding them from himself) and leaving so many necessary things unsaid. But it also makes me think about Eddie and Home Invasion and the call at Marisol's and everything that I've been saying about insulation as protection but too much protection stifling you so much that you can't breathe. Buck being "the settler" in romantic relationships because he can't get hurt (at least not as badly) if he's not actually attached to the relationship, never going after/asking for what he really wants. Eddie being his own variation on "the fugitive" always running from the things that he's most afraid of. Both of them trying desperately to protect their hearts from getting broken and instead ending up in a place where they are both always dying...

Idk, there's something about Buck + Death and Eddie + Fear and Buck constantly suffocating vs. Eddie drowning, and Buck starting the season not wanting to make the same mistakes but also possibly "misunderstanding the assignment" with this death doula, and water finding its level...yeah...yeah...

#chapel talks #so-much-purple

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