#pleas god im begging you all. just listen to it if you can. i can no longer hold onto these thoughts alone
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listening to the 1995 jekyll and hyde musical soundtrack at a crisp 04:46 in the morning and i gotta say. it's making me very normal about the gavins. like holy hell just listen to Confrontation. i dare you to look me in the eyes and tell me that's not a gavin brothers song like it has EVERYTHING IN IT. a shadow of evil clouding the good you had meant? questioning whether or not you are a good person? the fear that your peers will mistake you for a monster?? "you cannot choose but to lose control"??? the whole fucking satan at his side shit????? "TAKE ALL YOUR EVIL DEEDS AND ROT IN HELL"???????? god how i fucking wish i could animate id be cooking some good shit rn
#ace attorney#klavier gavin#kristoph gavin#there's so much more i didn't even mention it's unreal#i just b sitting her imagining a scenario where oop! kris's execution is tomorrow! it's time for klavier angst#pleas god im begging you all. just listen to it if you can. i can no longer hold onto these thoughts alone#im losing my mind#what the fuck was takumi cooking with these two and can i ask for doubles#sorry if this is too incoherent but ive got a case of the 'hd and its also nearly 5am here#there are thoughts so many thoughts i can't say through MERE text#clawing at the walls of my enclosure
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Late Night Call (AUDIO W/ SCRIPT)
Ellie Williams x Listener Phone Sex
Warnings: NSFW, 18+ ONLY, minors do not interact. You will be blocked. PHONE SEX, masturbation, mutual masturbation, fingering, boob play, petnames (babe, baby), praise
Author's Notes: ITS HEREEEE!!!! Thank you anon for the idea Im obsessed. Definitely wanna make more of these if i can figure out a script. Anywayyysss… i made this audio with the script (loose descriptions for situation context) heavily in mind, giving room for the responses so it would play out like a real phone call… read along and enjoy the ride besties!!! hope you guys enjoy!!! <3 (ELLIE IS RED YOU ARE BLACK)
[START OF AUDIO]
Hello?
Hey babe.
Hiiii (your voice is laced with sleep)
Shit, did I wake you up?
Yesss.
Awh. Sleepy girl.
Mhmmm. What's up, are you okay?
Yeah, I'm fine…
Why are you calling then silly?( you say with a giggle)
Don't know… was just… thinking about you…
Oh, were you now? (the fog of your sleep starting to fade)
Yeah.
What exactly are you thinking about Ellie?
You gonna make me say it?
Mhmm (you say, your voice still rasped from rest)
Thinking about fucking you babe.
Thinking about how good you feel
This is one hell of a wake up... I'm not complaining.
What are you thinking about?
Well now… I'm thinking about all the things you would do to me if I was there… enlighten me Ellie.
Fuck…
Come on, don't stop now. (a smirk in your voice, you like when she's needy)
First, id take you on the bed.
How would you “take me” El's?
Id start with your lips (Ellies fingers meet her own, imagining they are yours)
Then down your neck. (her fingers softly drift down the flesh of her neck, chills bubbling beneath her skin)
And then what?
Fuck. Your tits. (her breathing picks up as her hands squeeze, following her words.)
Jesus ellie. Please tell me more.
Id suck on you, while my fingers drift lower. (phone pinched between her shoulder and ear she has one hand firmly squeezing her boob the other drifts down between her legs.)
I'd tease you. (she circles her clit softly, breathing heavy)
Make you beg for it. (her fingers drift down to her entrance, spreading her slick across it)
Ellie, please…
Fuck… (her fingers slide into her, slowly and she breathes into the pleasure)
I want you to touch yourself. (her head rocks back, imagining you rubbing your clit to her voice. To the image of her.)
Already there babe…
Shit… so good. (a painting of you pleasuring yourself decorates her mind as her fingers plunge in and out of her)
God, I wish you were here.
Wish I could watch you fuck yourself. (her core pulses at the thought)
Fuck ellie. Feels so good.
Yeah? Making yourself feel so good? Thinking about me? (she's tightening around her fingers, getting close just by the sound of your voice. Your sighs. Your soft moans.)
Such a good girl.
Oh my god ellie. Im fucking close, your voice. Your… fuck
Me too, baby. Me too. So close… (her eyes squint as she holds back the pleasure threatening to boil over the edge) Fuck…
Ellie… (your voice comes desperate now, a plea)
Cum with me babe. Yeah? Cum with me. Fuck… (her body flexes around her fingers and she breaths a silent orgasm, too focused on listening to your less restrained sounds to let herself make a peep, you are making her climax harder just by the sound of you. It ravages her and sends a shockwave through her legs, leaving them quaking.)
[END OF AUDIO]
Jesus babe…
Fuck. (ellie chuckles at your shaky breath)
That was…
Fucking hot?
Yeah… (she laughs)
Well shit… feel free to call whenever if it's gonna be like that.
Noted (a smile in her voice)
#ellie smut#ellie williams#ellie williams tlou#ellie x reader#ellie williams x you#ellie williams x reader#ellie tlou#ellie x y/n#ellie the last of us#ellie williams fluff#ellie williams smut#ellie williams fic#ellie williams audio#tlou fanfiction#ellie tlou2 fic#tlou series#tlou fic#tlou x reader#the last of us#tlou part 2#tlou
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Do u see spencer reid as
1. Talkative towards u and shuts up during sex
2. Quiet towards u and babbles during sex
3. Talkative towards u always, including sex
4. Quiet towards u always, including sex
I saw u were wanting requests, and this isn’t necessarily one, but it’s been on my mind all day.
hi, thank you so much for this! I can talk about stuff like this for ages. I don't just do requests babe! I do thoughts and inquiries all day long. now, to Spencer.
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I personally think a mixture of 1 and 3. at first, it'll be one. all throughout the show he trying to tell the team fun lil facts, cool lil statistics, and they all shut him down!!!
"reid."
"im sorry." "for what?" "for asking."
like!! leave him alone!! so when it comes to you, the person who will always listen and care for his silly little babbles, he never shuts up!
always talking to you on the plane if u work w him, during coffee runs, late nights, everywhere! but, in the earlier times of your relationship, I feel like he'd be quiet during sex.
first you thought he was nervous, but you actually just quieted pretty boys' head!! no facts, no statistics, just a lot of soft huffs and quiet whimpers.
but, as time progresses in your relationship, he'd definitely get more vocal, with your encouragement!! praise, louder grunts, moans, groans, whines, pleas, you name it, he's expressing it. babbling about how good you feel, begging for you to keep going!
n if it's unserious sex with him (which it often is les be real), he'll attempt a lil bit of small talk, as if ur mouth isn't full of his dick rn. he just doesn't know what to do!! he doesn't wanna grab ur hair, that's too mean :((.
God, how I love yapper spence.
© LUST444MEN 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒.
#christi's posts#anon₊˚⊹#‧₊🫧꒷꒦‧₊˚⋆lust444men#spencer reid smut#autistic spencer reid#spencer reid#yapper spencer reid#spencer reid blurb#spencer reid thot thoughts#aaron hotchner smut#derek morgan smut#aaron hotchner#aaron hotch x reader#spencer reid x reader smut#spencer reid x reader
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P PLEASE HEAR ME OUT!!!!!
2000s dave on tour away from u n u have phone sex ... LISTEN NOW... and ofc he has a daddy n size kink right and he's js talking to u like
"oh, daddy loves you so much, baby.."
"keep touching yourself for me, doll"
"you're close? fuck, let's come together, baby girl"
I CANT PLEASE WRITE THIS IM BEGGING ON MY FUCKING KNEES PLLLLEEEAAAASEEE P I CANT GET DILF DAVE OUT OF MY HEAD... 🧎♀️
mnfghmmnn……
this big man…. i’m gonna die… mmghsbrndmmmph anyways.
dave n you had to coordinate a lot to make sure you’re both in a reasonable time zone to call AND you’re both not busy. he’s been waiting to get on the phone with you for a couple days and he’s been missing you so much!!! he dials your number on the phone next to his hotel bed, and you pick up after the first ring.
“hi baby, how’s my sweetheart doing?” n you are laying in bed on the other line just giggling bc you finally got to talk to dave!! smiling down at the phone.
“m’ good. just missing you so much… wish you were here.”
“i know, baby. i’ll be home soon. just a month left now, huh?” dave smiles, thinking about being able to see you again for the first time in months.
“i know i know, but i miss sleeping next to you…” you pause, “…and doing other things too.”
from there the two of you spiral, talking abt all the things you would do to each other when he finally gets back.
“haven’t been able to get off in so long, dave.. need you home.” you whine, hand inching closer to the hem of your shorts as you hear dave huff into the phone. he’s already got a hand down his own pants on the other line, slowly stroking.
“i know, baby. i know… you touching yourself for me now? thinkin’ of me? how bout you take off your clothes and i’ll guide you, huh?”
you kick off your shorts as soon as dave says so, whining as you reach down to lightly rub your clit. “you got your pants off, hun?”
“mhmmm,” you moan into the phone. fingers moving faster as you hear dave let out his own groans. you can faintly hear the slick sounds of him working his cock, and your mouth waters at the thought of his big hand playing with himself. mouth open and panting for you. you squirm, middle and ring fingers moving down to circle your hole.
“can i put my fingers in, daddy?” you plea, whining as you dip them in without his permission before pulling them back out, teasing yourself while you wait for dave’s approval.
“go ahead honey, make yourself feel good.” you mewl as you fuck yourself on your fingers, hips shoving down on them as you push them in and out, thumb working your clit at the same time.
dave on the other line has a hand around himself, fucking his fist fast and hard, hips jerking off the bed every time he hears the wet noises coming from your pussy and your high pitched moans, little “ah ah ah” sounds that make him go absolutely feral. this tour couldn’t end soon enough.
“fuck, baby, i’m so close. you gonna cum for daddy? make a mess on your fingers? yeah.. know you can do it. cmon.. cum with me.”
your knees draw up to your chest as you wail one last time, back arching as you shove your fingers in as deep as you can, still wishing they were dave’s fingers inside you and not your own. you come back to yourself just in time to hear dave cumming, grunting “fuck, fuck, oh shiiit.” into the phone, hand slowing down and heaving as he comes down from his own high.
“god.” you gasp.
“my name is dave, remember, baby?” you laugh at his corny joke, one he’s used a million times. “i’ll be home soon enough, just hold out for me okay?”
you nod as if he can see you. “yeah, i know. i will.”
“now go wash yourself up, okay? take care and i’ll be back before you know it. call you tomorrow.” the line hangs up.
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SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG. figuring out how to write this was a trip. anyway. hope you enjoy!
#asks and replies#dave mustaine#megadeth#metallica#dave mustaine x reader#dave mustaine smut#dave mustaine fanfiction#p’s thots(^ ^*)#james hetfield
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Okay so not sure if you know, but funfact: While Thor is the god of thunder/lighting and loves fight and drink like we see in-game, he's also a god of Fertility which makes me wonder what are some headcanons about how he'd be in bed. Do you think he'd before tender and soft to contrast his usual brawling self or maybe he's just as "aggressive" in bed?
OH MY GOD I DON'T THINK YOU UNDERSTAND IM FROTHING AT THE FUCKING MOUTH AT THIS REQUEST, PLEASE PLEASE SEND MORE IN I'LL DO THEM ALL /POS
CW; sexual themes
WC; Brain too excited to care
My Love
NSFW
⚣ See, Thor can go many ways when it comes to your pleasure, ultimately he often finds himself at your beck and call on nights he wishes to be gentler with you. The nights in which he wants to cherish you and how loved you make him feel.
⚣ He goes much softer on you those nights, almost worshiping every inch of your body, you're the most beautiful thing he's ever seen, it does not matter how many scars you have, or what you may see as unattractive.
⚣ You're the most beautiful thing he's ever seen and he wishes to show you this, his words are much sweeter, they carry more meaning behind them, almost as if he is putting you under some sort of binding spell, which you know he'd never have to do for you to love him.
⚣ He sweetly kisses every inch of your body, and listens to every plea and moan you let out. Even your whimpers and begs for more sound utterly delightful to him and he'll always happily oblige just to hear more of your sweet noises, he'd do anything to hear them. It's like music to his ears.
⚣ He sometimes even goes as far as to let you have your way with him, with some set boundaries of course, but just the thought of seeing you use his cock to bring yourself mind-shattering pleasure is such an ego boost to him, he loves seeing your blissed out face.
⚣ On days he wants to be rougher with you, he's definitely rough. He has his way with you if you allow him of course and fucks you till you can't take it anymore. He wants you to call him your god, to absolutely submit to him.
⚣ These are the days you'll often find yourself pushed into much more exhaustive positions such as the mating press, he does not care if you can get pregnant or not, all he cares about is filling you with his cum till you can't take anymore.
⚣ If you can get pregnant, you better bet you and him are going to have a large family, male, or female, or much anything in-between he loves seeing you swollen with his child, to him it shows your devotion to him, that you're willing to carry his child.
⚣ A lot of times you'll leave your and Thor's room with an extensive amount of hickeys and suspiciously hand-shaped bruises littering your body, Thor is a large and strong man and he enjoys using that to his advantage.
⚣ There are plenty of times some poor servant has come walking down the long halls of the lodge and has found you bent over some random piece of furniture or pressed against the wall while Thor's cock slams in and out of you mercilessly.
#god of war x reader#thor x reader god of war#god of war ragnarok#x male reader#x male reader smut#god of war ragnarok x reader
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today im thinking about frank in lacey babydoll lingerie and panties. pale pink and so delicate, tattoos peeking out under the fabric. collar on his pale pretty throat and his hands handcuffed together so he can do nothing but writhe and moan as i rub him over the panties, getting them so soaked and wet, he's so good for me. can't decide if i want to hear his pretty noises so loud or if i want to see him gagged with his own lace panties. then fucking him so slow he can barely stand it, lingerie clinging to him with sweat, begging me to go faster and to touch him. and gd, hes so gorgeous, so good for me, why wouldnt i? but after he comes i just keep going, tears running down his pretty face because it feels so good but it hurts so much and still he doesnt want me to stop. i want to ruin him, i want him to be so blissed out he cant move, so lost in it he whines and and hooks his legs around my hips when i go to pull out even though he cant even come anymore. gorgeous boy just loves feeling so full, so pretty, so good. augh.
Ohh Anon that's a pretty picture for sure.
Frank dressed up all pretty in pink and lace for you, wrists cuffed to the headboard. Maybe the cuffs would be a matching pastel pink faux leather, fluffy and padded. Maybe you've had him spread out on the bed for hours just giving him light teasing touches, gentle kisses, and the softest of bites everywhere but where he really, really, wants them. Finally deciding you've teased enough, teased yourself enough, that you start sucking and licking and biting down Frank's body with purpose. Paying special attention to his gorgeous chest through his babydoll top. Getting your mouth on his nipples and making him gasp and arch, get him pulling against the cuffs with his squirming. Stopping just above the waistband of those perfect lace panties he surprised you with earlier in the evening. Sucking bruises into his skin in a line along the edge of the fabric before mouthing along his cock that's been so hard for so long now. Listening to all those pretty sounds you're pulling from him, hearing them pitch up in volume when you pull his panties down just enough to get your hand around him.
God, you'd have to stuff that lace in his mouth because Jesus fucking Christ, he's being so loud, so fucking mouthy. It's not like it does a goddamn thing though. You swear it only makes him louder.
Hearing his muffled pleas for you to fuck him already. Begging so nicely for you, being such a good boy for you. Maybe you'd sink into him so slow, your dick or strap stretching him just on the best side of too much and fucking him slow, deep, and fucking relentless. You'd tell Frank to keep being a good boy and stay still. His thighs shaking with the effort of staying still for you. He'd want to be good, has to be your good boy.
Begging you to keep fucking him until you come, he wants to make you come, needs to feel you come in him/come because of him.
Yeah, this is definitely a great fucking thought.
-ChronicArsonist
#redacted frank iero#f.i.l.f. filth#franks unholy confessional#f.i.l.f.#unholy confession#minors dni#chronicarsonist#redacted#anon unholy confession
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— My Unlucky Number is THIRTEEN ; AU
— EPISODE 2. (MINGYU)
sticks 'nd stones can't break my bones, but stairs can.
pairings: none.
genre: crack, thriller/horror, this one has more thriller. just a tiny bit 🤏🏽
warnings: vulgar language, implications of death (ghosts), paranoia(?), mingyu... yeah.
word count: 777
synopsis: mingyu was (not) brave. extremely. especially when it came to dashing down the hallway in the dark where anything can be hidden in the shadows.
sn: DOUBLE POST. WHAT?
network(s): @preciousillusions-net @kflixnet
previous (soohan) ◇masterlist◇ next (junhui) ->
(im such a genius)
everybody knows of the universal running gag. running up the stairs after closing the lights before whatever entity could consume you forever, it's every kid's nightmare and every joke cracked before everybody goes to bed.
mingyu was not god's strongest soldier. everybody knows that too.
even if that was the case, he never had to run up the stairs like something would jump out at the foot of it! because obviously, that was just a story. it's like santa (he used to believe in santa).
but he couldn't admit that he still listens very closely after shutting off the lights, and walking rather speedily compared to when the hallway lights on. (reflexes, he always tried to ration with himself).
one night specifically though, mingyu got hit with the 3AM dehydration that was almost unbearable to sleep with. the taste of sleep was sickening, and his perched throat caught the oxygen before it even made it down.
almost suffocating if you will.
sluggish, he began his journey to the kitchen to fetch himself a nice and refreshing bottle of cold water from the refrigerator. his fingers were rapid, bending in all kinds of different angles, tracing along the wall while trying to locate where the switch was because he was not going to continue his walk forward until the lights were on.
so after his 'much needed' search for the light switch, he was down the hall and finally in his safe haven (most of the time), the kitchen.
only a few more steps and he was right in front of the refrigerator. with anticipation seeing the savory drink, mingyu swung the refrigerator open, goosebumps coating his skin. whether or not it was caused by the fridge or the impending doom he felt, he didn't know.
and in there, the bottles were beholden to him, standing at their full icy glory. they were practically begging mingyu to drink them down until he was satisfied and giving into their metaphorical pleas, mingyu snatched one. then he thought a bit to himself before snatching just one more for safe measures.
after closing the refrigerator, his brain already had the timer on deck, analyzing to formulate a plan.
"okay..." he murmured to himself. "if i take a wide turn, maybe-" a pause. "no, i couldn't, because i have a possibility of stubbing my pinkie toe…"
his mutters filled the silence alongside the humming of the air conditioning unit. with narrowed eyes looking for the quickest way out, mingyu found himself moving along to the light switch, his plan changing with every new angle.
maybe it was because of how early (late?) it was, but he could have sworn that he heard something following him. a second pair of feet, acting as his shadow and matching up with him like they had the right. it was because of this that the ravenette felt the need to leave.
immediately.
the quickest way up was quick steps forward, a sharp turn, and a mad dash up the stairs. not the most unfamiliar path, but still a path nonetheless. and wise guy was ready to run the fuck away from whatever was planning to snap his neck.
and the moment the switch was flipped, he followed his plan. his plan was going well, it was a great plan, it's always been a great plan (this is in fact his thought process as he's running). he can still see the light of day tomorrow morning! he can still text the gc and tell joshua that he didn't die just because he just came on a couple minutes late! he can sti-
mingyu let out a shriek, akin to that of… a bird. he'd only been grabbed after all.
wait what-
at least it wasn't that bad of a fall and the floors of his room were carpeted, but something had grabbed his ankle. the bottles were still closed and he could still drink them when he got back up. though that didn't solve the problem of what the hell had grabbed this poor man's ankle, like- ??? what the fuck?
mingyu was on his stomach, so he rolled over, just to see if it was just a stray piece of small furniture (which wouldn't make sense) or laundry he'd dropped somehow (which would make sense).
nothing was there. but as he'd faced his door now, too, mingyu was able to catch a glimpse of a figure. just the mere sight of it prompted his very soul to leave his body, but it wasn't enough to meet whoever had decided to pull this little trick on him.
i really don't think he'd want to.
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No. 14 - Die a hero or live long enough to become a villain
Desperate measures | Failed escape | "I'll be right behind you"
1400 words | OC: Kintsugi
Taglist (feel free to ask to be added/removed!): @thatsgonnaleaveamark
ok so this is the Plot Twist Episode. i know ive been posting this entirely out if order but i do recommend reading this as like, the last in order of all the kintsugi stuff - you can find it all in the tag here. this also follows on directly from this prompt, like literally 5 minutes later. im excited for this tho, i finally get to push the story along 👀
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CN: gun use, theats of death, gun to head, murder, major character death, gore, mentions of past torture
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It was the cold wind that whipped consciousness back into Ethan's hollow mind. His legs were moving, carrying him in the direction that the shoves to his back were setting - but he had no control, he simply stumbled in a desperate attempt to keep upright. His whole body was aching, he couldn't feel his fingers, and white hot pain pulsed on the side of his neck where the newly burned skin had distorted and tightened.
The light outside seemed blinding, even though it was twilight and the flood lights were dimmed by fog. Ethan didn't dare to lift his head to look at the white-walled buildings and shipping containers; he kept his eyes fixed on his own shambling feet, on the snow swept across the concrete. A pair of boots appeared in his field of view, marching steadily alongside him. His breath caught and he had to set his teeth tight to stifle a useless plea. Linde wouldn't listen. He never listened. He just smiled and questioned, and grabbed, and punched, and burned, and Ethan couldn't breathe just looking at his shoes; just knowing that he was close. Cold terror gripped his lungs like a strangling fist.
A few more shaking steps carried him forward until he realized the next shove never came. He stood hunched over, huddled around himself against the wind and the waves of nauseating pain. Two pairs of footsteps behind him stopped as well.
Slowly, he risked a glance over his shoulder. Tears stung his eyes and dulled the lenses of his glasses as they froze into stains of frost. Hazed and swaying, the two figures behind him were little more than blurs of shadows on the snow.
But one of them moved and in the glint of light Ethan recognized the barrel of a gun.
"Alright, mate," said the female guard. "Last chance."
Ground fell away from under Ethan's feet. He whipped back around, buried his head in his shoulders, but the image was still there, embedded into his mind. He could feel it. The gun was inches away from him, it was hot, it burned through the air between them and fused itself to him.
It was there. It was right there, it was loaded, he could see it even though he screwed his eyes shut. Oh, God, it was right there and she was going to kill him, she was going to kill him.
"Please," he choked out. "Please, don't do this." He held his arms in the air, even though the left one hurt so much it made his knees wobble. This was it, this was the end and this pain would be the last thing he'd ever feel; it would swallow all he had ever hoped to be, it would shred and erase his future, end him right there and then, even though he had so much he had wanted to do, he- "I can't- die here," he begged. "I don't want to die here."
"Then you better start talking, innit?" The woman pulled back the hammer and the gentle click stabbed into Ethan's mind like a blade. "Give me the truth," she said.
"I'm not a spy!" he cried out. "I'm not anyone! Please, please believe me." His voice hitched and dissolved into sobs. "Oh, God, please, don't do this."
Violent shivers overtook him and his legs barely held him. Everything blurred, he hung in a void as white as the snow and unbearably, nauseatingly cold. Somewhere far away burned anger but it seemed to be someone else's. Ethan couldn't find the strength to feel it. The only thing his desperate mind knew was fear and pleading, and the constant, icy presence of the gun pointed at his head.
The hands holding that gun were steady. Lucy stood still like a block of ice, planted steadily into the frigid ground. But her thoughts raged like flames, flicking in and out of existence, too fast and too foreign for her to make sense of. What was she doing? Why was she here, with a pistol that didn't belong to her; why did she leave her rifle and follow Linde out to the back of the storage wing? All she had wanted was not to have to watch him murder someone.
How the fuck had she ended up aiming a gun at someone again?
I could put him out of his misery, she thought, watching Lythmer cower before her. It would be a mercy to shoot him - a simple, instant end; too fast to cause him any pain.
But she couldn't forget what he'd said. How he had told her he'd be out of here, surely, because he still had a future to witness. Those words had stuck with her, etched into the back of her mind and the burning echo of them was overpowering. Through the cacophony in her mind, she couldn't recognize the feeling as envy.
Linde was watching her, with an infuriating smirk curving his mouth again, as if he was catching her out on a mistake. She couldn't care less what he thought. She herself had no idea if what she was doing was right.
But she did know that she hated him.
Hated him for his obsession; for his twisted hunger for power. For his unchallenged willingness to torture and murder just so he could feel like a soldier again.
With all the blood on her hands, she should have felt like a hypocrite for that hatred but she didn't care. Her own past didn't matter now. Nothing mattered apart from this frozen moment in time, from the weight in her hand and the two men stood out here with her in the fog - the one before her, and the one behind her.
Only one of these men had a future. The other one had her gun to his head.
The thought of that lit a blinding, cavernous rage so brightly inside her heart that it spilled out into her lungs and then corroded her from the inside. Her hands shivered and she gripped the pistol tighter.
She only knew one way to deal with anger like this.
And she no longer cared if it was the right thing to do.
"That's your final word?" she asked, voice low.
Ethan Lythmer curled into himself tighter, his hands trembling. "Yes," he whispered. "Please."
"Alright."
Lucy spun around and shot Linde in the head.
The gunshot struck like thunder. Linde's skull exploded in a burst of blood and shattered bone and his body dropped like a sack of bricks. Ethan cried out and collapsed too, shielding his head with his arms.
Lucy holstered the gun and ran to the corpse. It cooled quickly under her hands as she rummaged through its pockets - she took a lighter, a personal first aid kit, an identity card. Her ears rang. She couldn't tell if it was the echo of the gunshot or the whiplash of sudden, absolute silence inside her mind.
All thoughts were gone. Her motions were mechanical, instinct pushing her through step after step of damage control. Double-check the kill. Search body. Take anything useful. Cover tracks.
Regroup.
She tore the jacket off of Linde's stiff shoulders and took the cotton bandanna from his neck. Then she ran back to Ethan's side.
"Get up," she barked, grabbing his good elbow. "There's no time."
He flinched at the touch. She held tight, but let his wide eyes search her face before she moved again. Terror fought with confusion in his expression, she could almost see his thoughts racing.
"Come on," she rushed him.
She pulled him up, slipping her shoulder under his arm just in case. But he managed to get his feet under him and stood uncertainly, shaking all over.
Lucy held Linde's jacket out to him. His face turned grey and he flicked a gaze towards the corpse in the snow. For fuck's sake, there was no time. She took off her own jacket and shoved it into his hand. "Put it on," she ordered.
She put the stolen jacket on herself. Then she drew her gun again and pointed out into the fog.
"We're going to the fence," she said. "Fast, but don't run. There'll be a service gate further left."
Ethan hesitated, drawing the jacket tight around himself.
"We have to go!" Lucy shouted.
He flinched again. But then he set his jaw tight and gave a small, trembling nod.
"Okay," he said, voice strained. "I'm right behind you."
#whumptober2022#no.14#i'll be right behind you#oc#fic#gun use#major character death#gun to head#captain's stuff#captain's ocs#kintsugi#the captivity-torture chapter is over! time to move on to weird-fucked-up-torture now#i have a bunch of prompt wips for what happens next and i can't wait to finish themm#though i am also getting hit with the good ol' Scheduled Wave Of Discouragement And Doubt#plus real life stuff being a pain#but hey it's something to do at work lmao
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To have loved and lost. to have tasted how good things can get. to have grappled with depression my entire life and to hAVE BEATEN IT? to have discovered unconditional love for my lover, the world, and to a degree myself. to feel at peace. to have no earthly desires, to forego toxic "dreams" and be happy with whatever small slice of life normal peasant existence i would get.
to slowly see it slipping away. piece by piece. feeling the tremors in the ccold, hard rock. to hear the laughter no matter how hard you try to ignore it after finally beating it for years, after a decade of torment. to have the heart ripped out, back and forth, again and again. lost so much blood. was willing to give more. i begged. i begged and begged and begged. i said take it all away. just leave me my 3 people, my mom, my best friend and Sara.
i have never experienced anxiety like i did in the final year. i have never experienced rage, and certainly never expressed it like that, to another people. veins in my face burst. spittle flying from my mouth. i lost my voice. with complete abandon i cut away at the instrument i had hoped to be a musician with, without a second thought, just to try and express a tenth of what i was feeling. i ahve never felt that violent. i have never felt that.
to lose it all
lost it all
to
to wake up 6 months later
the manic high dead
lost it all
gained nothing
wasted
wasted
wasted
at least the despair was just background noise
i was comfortable knowing the worst reaper imaginable was watching, that sand was slowly slipping down the sink
i was happy knowing it would be fire
a fast fire
and it would crescendo until the heavens split open and we were all finally bathed
finally
in our collective sins
and yet all of our unmet dreams would simultaneously come true
a flurry of sex with no physical boundary, no individual spirit,
a war that finally would be the glory we sook,
i have never heard the bells ring this dark
i have never felt this despair
like a new species it forked and self inseminated
four separate horsemen of despair
the darkness, did it ever leave?
to cry, no, no, no, please, no, no, stop, stop, please, no, no, why is this happening, make it stop, please, please, make it stop, please,s top, im sorry, im sorry , im srory, im sorry, im sorry, ill do anything, kill me, just kill me, burn me in hell forever just make it stop, im sorry, ill do better, ill do anything, no, no no nnoinbo9noinoibnkijnbfinubgfnjuibgnlji no no no no no no non no, please , please make it stop,
pleas
pleas
pleas
pleas pleaaaaaasssssssssssseeeeee
was god listening then?
was the "love" ever there? what a sickly unfunny joke
...
the pain is there
every second im not sober i feel it all crashing in
the walls fucking crushing me
how can i do anything? how am i to build the greatest creation they have ever seen?
spite does nothing for me
hatred does nothing for me
the only hatred i have left is for myself
and for life itself
killing at this point would not be hatred. it would be tragic. an act of mercy. ive done it before, uou know. killed. for mercy. mercy killing. i am willing to shoulder to burden. to kill everyone just to save them. ill do it. ill take the guilt, the damnation, the loneliness. i already feel it every second that im alone. n*gga really wanna die in the nighttime. hahahaha. fuck me!
i alienate all my allies
all of them should
stop watching me
no point in even acting against me ill destroy everything all on my lonesome
nobody is in my court
god, gaia, allah, the slaves and the tribespeople, the spirit of communism
does emma even remember me?
ws she ever really there?
im just another annoying FUCK
kill me you worthless fucking cunt
im above you
im gonna fuck ur ex girlfriend and then beat her ass! HAHAHAHAHAHA
gonna beat the offspring! how owuld you like htat?
only one way to stop me
stupid cunt
however you have to rationalize it
favor, punishment, just do it, ill fill the role for you. thats all ive ever done is fill a role. yeahthe kindest in the room is the smartest in the room and unless theyre a sheltered little pussy theyre allso the most broken. psychopaths are fucking stupid. im a genius. it hruts. hurts. make it stop. oh oops sorry am i allowed ot ask for anything? literally anything? one thing.
hahah. be careful wht you wish for! you wished to fall in lvoe once, didnt you? :) stupid jackass. stupid dumbass. idiot. baka baka baka! kill yourself. nobody is going to do it for you. , kill yourself.
all iever have said undermy breath for 6, 7, 8 months now. kill yourself. kill yourself you stupid bitch. worthless fag. kill yourself. spoiled brat. fat bitch. loser. just frankly a pathetic lloser. nothing. beloved by all the losers that he has amnipualted inot thinking he gives a shit about htem. just to try and slather thier fdroool over a giant gaping curse wound. black ash. blue luminescence. dripping. god lifeforce. remember when you had the balls to post this on main? do it.
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I refuse to make angst for Henry so like all his ideas from me is an au where nothing bad happened-
But hear me out, tucking Charlie and Sammy into bed right? Having that parent moment of "wow I love my family" and when you and Henry go to lay down you run your hand down his chest
"you know I really love you and the kiddos"
"yeah they are pretty great, I'm glad I got you and them"
"I was thinking, wouldn't it be nice if we had another?"
Your gonna look me in my eyes and tell me this man wouldn't start blushing and going "ah well that would be really nice" he would love to have more kids with you
Henry and angst will not exist on this blog bc he deserves fluff and love and absolutely dirty smut 😌
Also putting this under a cut bc im sure im about to by spicy 18+
When you said those words Henry was completely shocked. Not because he didn't want another kid, god no, its just he never dreamed of you wanting another, of giving Henry another kid. A perfect mix of both you and him, he could almost see their little face now. He could see you round with child, stomach stretched and smooth. See the stretch marks he already knew were going to drive him wild. He could see your breast swelling with milk.and he could just see you, glowing under the weight of the child you let him put inside of you, radiant and goddess like. God he should have known that the mention of you both adding to your little family would get him worked up, but now thats it been mentioned he couldn't stop himself from his cock twitching into fullness.
His voice strained from embarrassment at his very obvious liking of the idea, he said, "You'd....you want to have another?"
And when you just smile and nod, looking up at him from where you lay next to him, beautiful and perfect, he just whispered, "Do you want to....would you like to.... start trying, now?"
And he watched as your eyes darkened with lust, the sweet love and care still there, but now mixed with a darker primal want, and you nodded. You nodded.
Well, Henry didn't need to be told twice, not when he was already so worked up just over a few words and leading thoughts. So slowly he pushed himself on top of you, pressing kisses all over you face and jawline, trailing his love and excitement everywhere he could reach as his hand moved down to push your panties to the side, just enough for a couple of fingers to tease you before pressing inside of those warm tight walls he loved so much.
When he had you breathless and asking for more, begging for him he pulled back, taking the same hand thatd just been inside of you to wrap around his cock and give it a few tugs while he asked, "Are you sure? We can...we can wait and talk about this further....I can get a cond-"
Impatient, you just whined and looked him in the eyes pouty that he was taking so long and interrupted him, "Fuck me, Henry. I want you to cum deep inside me and put a baby in me, please."
Henry's chest heaved at your pleas, his hand faltering its movements, before he was pushing your panties off your legs and pressing himself into those tight walls of yours and pressing his forehead into yours, swallowing your moans as he pressed a kiss onto your lips.
Once fully inside of you, you hot walls already squeezing his cock and making it twitch, he couldn't help but grind into you, listening to your soft moans. Then he pulled almost completely out, leaving just the head of his cock inside of you, before thrusting back in, watching as your chest arched and your arms wrapped around his neck, grabbing the short strands that the base. He continued this for a few minutes, basking in your sweet noises, but he found himself needing more, needing to fuck you hard and hot, needing to fill you full over and over and over.
So he picked up his pace, listening to your moans increase, and loving every second of it, but not wanting to wake the kids, so he leaned down next to your ear, whispering through grunts, "Shhhh, baby, you need to quiet down, we don't want the kids coming in here to find me breeding your little hole like this, do we?"
Your gasp at his words were enough for him, but the way you tightened around him, squeezing him hard enough that he swore into your ear. So he kept talking, saying what ever crossed his mind, "I wanna fuck you until your full and can't hold anymore of me. I'm gonna fill you up and get you pregnant, and then fuck you a few more times just to make sure. I wanna see you slowly grow over months, wanna feel your belly and watch your tits weep with milk for our baby," his own thoughts making him more desperate for release, as he speeds up his thrusts and nips at you neck and jawline, "Fuck, I wanna see you ride my cock, belly round and there for me to touch while you get yourself off on my cock. I wanna eat you out as you can barely reach my hair around your swollen stomach. I want to fuck you in front of our big bathroom mirror right after we get out of the shower, your skin wet and glowing, your tips bouncing as I hold your belly and make you watch as my cock penatrates you over and over and over. Fuck, baby, I'm....God I'm gonna cum so deep inside of you."
Grinding against you needily, Henry buries his face in your neck reaching a free hand down to rub against you, listening to your quiet chants of his name as your pleasure builds and finally snaps, causing you to tense and squeeze his cock, making him swear and give a single harsh thrust before letting himself cum and fill you, as you let out a sigh and go limp beneath him.
His chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath, Henry pulls himself up, carefully making sure he stay buried deep inside of you, refusing to let any drop of his seed leave your hole.
"Are you okay, darling?"
Blessed out you smile at him with eyes just barely cracked open and say, "More than ok."
Basking in your bliss as well as his own, Henry smiles and presses a kiss to your lips, rubbing his nose against yours, before whispering in a husky tone, "Giod, because I'm far from down with you, baby."
#ok so i did write this as charlie and sammy arent yours#that you got with henry after they were born and their mom just isnt in the picture#or at least thats what i had in mind as i wrote it#anwya heres henry and his breeding kink 😌#henry emily x reader
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Hey there Jax! Could you do a drabble imagine/scenario of Hinata coming home to his s/o after coming back from Brazil and he's just starving for them in every way. Hard dom Hinata but he's so praising cuz he missed and loves their s/o so much 🥺❤️
I love all your writings btw! Have a great day and be safe Jax (*＾3＾)/～♡
IM FERAL OVER HIM LOVE BRAZIL HINATA....
— f! reader + hard dom / soft dom! hinata + praise + a very desperate pair of adults who r very horny over each other
wc; 1.5k 😭
it was the sound of something falling that had woken you up. it was shoyo’s day of return and you had planned to take a quick nap in order to stay awake for him but apparently overslept.
you sat up, heart thumping in fear.
“Y/N?” hinata’s voice rang out loud and excited, letting you know he was home.
it was your boyfriend, shoyo was home! making a mad dash to him you responded back with the same enthusiasm.
he caught you in his arms as you ran up, squeezing his arms around you so tightly it almost hurt but you didn’t wanna pull away. he swayed with you back and forth, laughing as he just held you.
tears pooled in your eyes at the happiness.
god you had missed him so much, his warmth, smile, the vibrant colors of his hair and eyes.
“missed you. missed you so bad.” he rasped, eagerly moving his hands to roam down to your ass.
he should have been tired, should have been worn down from the trip, but seeing you and feeling you from behind a soft camisole and tiny sleeping shorts- same shorts he missed moving to the side to fuck you- regenerated him.
he felt like he could run several miles, your shaky breath spreading goosebumps and warmth down his body.
he felt you cry, knowing you missed him just as fiercely.
“it’s okay baby. i’m here.” hinata cooed, letting you cling to him.
“missed you so much.” you whispered, and he laughed.
“not as much as i did angel. c’mon, let me take care of you, yeah?” he questioned, unable and not wanting to depart from you. you nodded, needing the proximity. with warm and rough hands, the trek to your bedroom began.
he laid you down, hands at your waist to grip you tightly. he felt feverish, cheeks reddening as all the blood circulating his body pumped to his crotch.
overexcited like a teenaged boy.
“fuck. i really missed you.” hinata murmured, slotting himself between your legs.
it didn’t take long for your body to respond to the way he was looking down at you, tanned skin looking so good over all the new muscles and thickness he attained during his trip.
he looked like something born from the sun, looked like someone who built those muscles (the ones he used to currently wrap your legs around his waist) from sheer hard work and dutiful repition.
your shoyo was a man.
he was a man hungry for you, overcome with longing from not seeing you for tortuous months.
the first meeting of his hips against you made him hiss, dizzy at the way he could feel you throb.
his hand couldn’t compare to that wet heat he remembered fucking so well. your calls and pictures- videos were the only thing that had kept him sane. he had always came with the thought of you waiting for him when he got back home to you.
“did you miss me baby?” he teased, humping you, trying to find your clit as his cock split your puffy lips, dampening your shorts even more.
you whimpered, the end of it pitching up as he kept his pace fast and desperate.
‘there it is!’ he thought when your knee met his hip, jolting back.
“missed you so much.” you responded, unable to say more before he hastily tugged your shorts off, the movement bringing you down slightly.
“shoyo!” you hissed at the burn of cloth swiping down your legs.
“ah, sorry angel.” he offered a quick apology, panting like a dog once he catches just a glance at your naked pussy.
“fuck. fuck. fuck.” he chanted, hooking his thumbs at his waistband. you mirrored his need when you saw his hard cock spring out, red and already glistening as precum fell freely from the slit. he was so wet he looked like he had already cum and you salivated. you took into notice the once pale skin of his dick matched the equally sun kissed, tanned parts of him.
he could see you clench, hips bucking up into the air at the thoughts swimming in your head, it had to be something you thought up, he wasn’t touching you.
“what’re you thinking about pretty girl.” he wondered, a tight hand pumping his dick in preparation, squeezing what he could from himself to wet his dick, so he wouldn’t hurt you, it was going to be a tight fit.
“you tanned in the nude?” you panted, thinking that it shouldn’t affect you this badly.
“ah, yeah. oikawa ‘nd me hit up a nude beach.” he smiled bashfully.
“god. please fuck me already.” you groaned, eyes rolling back, trying to reach for him.
hinata would have normally complied, but he was filled with so much energy, so happy, so excited to finally be with you again he had to expend some of it in order to not absolutely ruin your poor cunt on the first night back.
the look you give him when he slaps his fat tip against your clit is priceless, the shake of your thighs with each tap has his lips curl up.
“shoyo?” you question, voice trembling.
he doesn’t look up from your pussy, choosing instead to pass a reddened cockhead down to your folds, running up and down till he makes contact with your fluttering hole, pushing in just a little- just enough to make you intake breaths of sharp air.
“g-god please shoyo!” its a desperate plea, you’re so wet its dripping down to your bed, throbbing with pure need.
he sushes you, you dont notice the hard clench of his teeth. don’t notice the heavy breathing leaving his mouth, tense shoulders constricting with a control he just barely had.
angling your hips down, moving with desperation as you press more of him into you is a display of just how hazy your minds gotten with the need to have him fill you.
its something he wasnt ready for by the sounds of him groaning, snapping his teeth down to hiss out filthy words.
there’s a sigh playing on your lips, but it turns into a noise of sharp surprise when he pushes in all the way.
“h-hah!”pained wheezes leave you, the burn he brings is felt all the way up your neck, swirling at the where he’s fit himself.
you’re kicking at him, knees picking up off the bed, but they’re pinned down before he moves to hold your thighs open, moving the fat there as much at it gives.
“wanted to prep you baby, wanted to take you slow c-cause its been such a long time.” hinata hisses, eyes zeroed in on where youre rhythmically clenching down, trying, just trying to adjust to his girth.
“but look at what you did.” he spits. he wants to kiss the tears prickling at your eyes away but it’s obvious the time apart made you forget your place.
“s-sorry i’m sorry.”
youre shaky, still reeling from being that stuffed so soon. but he was right, he was the one who took care of you, made sure to leave you properly fucked out, you just missed him.
your words have him calm down just a little, makes him bend down to kiss your cheek,
“its alright. its going to be okay.” he tells you, and you know it is, even when hes making you cry you know he knows how much you can take.
he doesnt begin until sees you smile, sees the way your eyes form little moons when he entangles both hands into yours, pushing them to rest right above your head.
hes so in love it makes him dizzy, punches air from between his lungs when you start your keening. telling him how much you missed him, how your little fingers don’t compare to the fatness of his dick, they dont bring the same burn or fullness as him.
your words have a fire build right at the pit of his stomach, has him do everything he can to make you cum.
hes missed it, missed your thighs shaking around the trunk of his own, missed the sound of your pussy squelching, missed how sweet his name sounds tumbling from your lips.
“shoyo, shoyo, i’m cumming. i’m cumming.” the words are rushed and all but piercing, he knows you are. you’d been clenching down on him real hard for quite some time now.
and like a good boyfriend he fucks you through it, moving your entangled hands to meet above your head, wrapping your wrist in one of his, letting him press a thumb to your clit.
he wants it all, hinata wants you to beg for him to stop because you can’t take how good it feels.
and you do, the stickiness of your cum agaisnt his still moving hips makes you whimper, rolling your hips side ways to try and calm him down.
“s-stop, ‘s toomuch.” you babble, thanking him for listening when he stops.
he thinks there’s nothing better than how youre still fluttering around him,
“been gone too long.” he states, frowning just a bit when you look up at him with questioning eyes.
“you used to take me longer.”
hes right, you shiver when you realize that he’d just have to fuck you stupid to be able to take the unwavering force of him as he is now, eyes widening when you recall the way he’d have you squirt and gush with every orgasm he’d pull from you when you first started dating.
but you dont shy away, knowing that with his stamina, you wont be able to move tomorrow.
a pain you missed so so so much.
“mhm,” you sigh, feeling the burn of overstimulation fade,
“looks like you got some work to do, shoyo.”
that he does, but you’re made for him, he knows it.
so shoyo picks your legs up, dead set on showing you that you are.
#hinata#hinata shoyo#hinata smut#haikyuu smut#hinata x reader#hinata x reader smut#hinata x you#hinata x y/n#haikyuu x reader#haikyuu x reader smut#haikyuu x you#haikyuu x y/n#haikyuu hinata#haikyuu#haikyuu!!#smut#requests#asks#— no face. 🐉
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listen, i feel like toge would be obsessed with eating you out or sucking on ur tits. bc of his cursed speech he cannot really say anything during sex so he wants to keep his mouth busy at all times so he doesnt accidentally say something. so when he is fucking into you and he’s close, he will suck ur tit extra hard. omg brainrot just want my titties sucked by jjk men god help me
im listening and you’re right
tw bitting enough to draw blood, drools, tying up
things toge likes to shove in his mouth while he's fucking you: your tongue, your titties and your fingers. can you imagine just toge hovering above you, panting and moaning with your fingers in his mouth, sucking on it harder and harder desperately as his hips slammed forward, because i fucking can and i wanna scream with s. he's not exactly submissive, he's a switch at least but you cooing and teasing him as he chases his high are the reason why you're always overstimulated. toge likes challenge. his girlfriend think he looks adorable whiny with his lips between his teeth? he will make sure to fuck you until youre begging for him to stop.
you on his laps, hands bounded to the back, bouncing while his lips latched on your tits? his favourite thing. "toge, plea-please lemme touch you," you whined, the restrained started to burn but toge paid you no attention. he controlled the pace with hands on your hips, it was excruciating for you. his teeth gazed your hardened nipple, you closed your eyes, gritting your teeth as he gently bit your sensitive nub. not enough to hurt but enough to make you beg for more. if he thinks you've begged enough, he would be nice enough to rub your neglected clit. his tongue and mouth went from one tit to another, licking around the mound and nipples. you never complained of his marks; the idea of being marked by him could easily make you cream. you want to be his. and he ate it up, the sounds you were making only made he wants to ravage you harder, tongue lapping where he bit too hard enough to draw blood out. his hand snaked around your neck, his tongue traced where your drools dripped, his violet eyes burned into yours as you watched his tongue darted out to lick your pathetic drools and tears.
your breath hitched when his hand tightened, you know what he means: beg.
either way your body is always littered with his marks be it the bruises or teeth mark and when you have to wear something slightly revealing, you know he's smiling underneath that high collar.
#tee: anons#tee: answered#lol#who wouldv thought i would be drooling for toge#inumaki smut#inumaki x reader#jjk smut#jjk#jujutsu kaisen smut#jujutsu kaisen#writing: thirsts
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I’m not sure how your requests work or what you would need, but could I get a yandere Hoseok story please?
You Belong With Me. (y! hoseok drabble)
warning: yandere themes, obsessive themes, yandere behavior, manipulation, abusive relationships, hobi gets kind of aggressive later on in the story, misogyny, choking, hair pulling, reader is chained up to the wall, death, minor character deaths.
summary: you get into an argument with hoseok because he refuses to let you go outside and catch up with your friends over a few drinks.
I do not condone this type of behavior so please don't romanticize this type of sick behavior, and if you're part in an abusive relationship please seek help!
once again this is FICTION, and yandere is counted as horror/mystery type of shit so stay safe bubbies! oh and this might be triggering so please read at your own risk, and if you don't like stuff like this then SCROLL. I talk too much-
"What? so you love them more than me??"
you rolled your eyes and sighed in exasperation. your boyfriend was being irrational at this point, and it was driving you crazy. You met hoseok a few weeks ago, and you were charmed by his radiant smile, his sweet words, he was the perfect gentleman with good looks and a fat bank account, you couldn't say no when he asked you out on a date, how could you? he was literally so perfect, but you were too blind to see the dark imperfections hidden behind his bright smile.
"For the hundredth time, hobi, they're my friends and I just want to catch up with them! You're being illogical-"
"How am I the one being illogical when you're the one who is choosing your so-called friends over me???" He threw his hands in the air to emphasize his point, his eyes were so wide you thought they would pop out.
"Just because I want to see them and talk to them doesn't mean I love them more than you, for God's sake!!! stop being so childish." you yelled out as you tugged at your hair strands in frustration. Why was he making such a big deal out of this? it wasn't like you were going out to cheat on him with someone else, you just wanted to go out and catch up with your friends at the local bar.
"You're not going, and that's the end of this stupid discussion, love. Now, get your ass back in the bedroom and change into something proper, you look like a slut in that dress."
Okay. that was it. You grabbed the first thing your hands could find, which was a tissue box and threw it at him as hard as you possibly could in rage. How dare he call you that, your dress was completely fine. You were clad in a simple black dress that dropped right above your knees and the only thing that could be considered inappropriate by society was the little cleavage that was showing, but even if you were to go out in the tightest dress he still had no rights to call you that. You had to leave him. And leave him you did.
"You're such a bitch, I tried to make this shit work but honestly I'm fed up with your immature ass. Im leaving." you picked up your purse which had your car keys and phone in it, before walking towards the entrance door and opening it.
"don't bother calling me again." you mumbled before slamming the door shut behind you.
Hoseok was in a state of shock, his soul had left his body, he couldn't process what just happened. It felt like someone had just poured a bucket of ice cold water on him.
"n-no... y/n, sweetie, come back..." his voice cracked as he fell to his knees in devastation. He knew you could no longer hear him, but he hoped you would come back through those doors and hug him. How could you be so cruel? You were the reason he was breathing? He felt like all the light was pulled out of him, his mind going numb as he stared down at his hands.
Soft cries left his lips as his stature stuttered while he sobbed silently, but not before long, he broke into an unhinged laughter as he sat down on the ground and leaned back against the couch, his eyes stuck to the door you had so rudely slammed into his face. All traces of sadness had disappeared from his face, a devilish smirk replacing the heartbreaking frown.
You were going to regret this big time.
He grabbed his phone and quickly dialed a number.
"Tae, my birdie just left me, can you do me a favor and bring her back to me?"
The person on the other line scoffed audibly
"Do I even have a choice?" 'Tae' groaned.
"Not really. Be careful not to hurt her, and bring her two little friends with her as well, I don't care if you hurt them just keep those two alive, my birdie needs to learn a lesson."
A sigh could be heard from the other line before 'tae' mumbled an okay.
"I'll text you the location."
Everything was a blur, one moment you were laughing and having fun with your friends and the very next second you fell unconscious. Unknown to you, someone might have put a few ingredients in your drinks.
You woke up with a throbbing ache in your head, your mind was fogged up and you couldn't think. A groan left your lips as you brought your hands up to rub your temples. You sat up on what seemed to be a bed, your mind started clearing up, but you were still confused, where were you? what happened? You fully opened your eyes and panic started filling your mind as you realized you were in Hoseok's room. You started hyperventilating and quickly got out of bed, but you felt something heavy around your ankle.
was he fucking serious???
He had cuffed your ankles, you were literally chained to the wall. the chain was long enough for you to roam around the room and the bathroom.
You were hysteric, trying your hardest to pull out the thick chains from the wall, but your efforts were futile. Silent sobs began pouring from your lips as you panicked. After giving up you slumped against the wall and hugged your knees as you cried to yourself.
"Oh you're up!" Hoseok beamed as he entered the room.
Furious yet terrified, you stood up and charged at him full speed before grabbing him by the collar of his white shirt and yanking him closer to your face.
"Listen here, you crazy psychopath, if you don't let me out of here right now I'll-"
"oh please, what are you gonna do?" he grinned sinisterly as he gingerly ran his fingers through your hair, you were such a cute little thing, bluffing around. You couldn't do shit to him at the moment, and both of you were aware of that fact. His gentle strokes didn't last long as he yanked your hair back.
"You must learn your lesson, my love, I didn't want to do this but you misbehaved."
His other hand wrapped around your throat, cutting off the blood flow to the brain. Your face started becoming red as you tugged at his hand.
"p-plea... se... s-sto..."
He scoffed at your expression as he tilted his head. "know your place."
He tightened his grip one last time before letting you fall to the ground on your knees, before you broke into a coughing fit.
"That's where you belong" his tone was enough to make you shudder. "you belong with me... completely at my mercy."
You didn't have it in you to fight more so you just weakly glared up at him, your legs felt numb, rendering you motionless on your knees.
"I hate you..."
"aw, but I've barely started your punishment, love! It's still too early to hate me!"
although your words stung him a bit, he didn't show it. He just feigned an innocent smile before he grabbed his phone and unlocked it.
Bewildered by his actions, you frowned. What was he up to? what did he mean when he said it's still too early to hate him?
"Ah Tae! Hello!" He sounded awfully cheerful and enthusiastic. How could he shift his mood like that. It seemed as if he was face timing someone on his phone.
Hoseok looked down at you and he almost cooed at your adorably confused expression.
a sigh was heard from the other line. "You owe me big time, hoseok."
"yeah yeah, I'll send you the money later. Can you show me our friends for a bit?"
no.. he couldn't mean...
He crouched down next to you and showed you the screen of his phone. Your eyes widened in horror as you quickly began shaking your head.
"Hobi, please no no, please! Leave them out of this please!" you almost choked on your tears as you begged him to let your friends go.
"it's a bit too late for that, baby." he pressed a kiss to your temple which made your skin crawl in disgust.
"YOU BASTARD, LET THEM GO." you screamed at the screen as you watched your best friends tied up and severely bruised.
"I don't get paid enough for this shit..." 'Tae' muttered. You couldn't see his face on the screen, probably because he was using the back camera to show your friends.
"the fuck am I supposed to do now?" the person behind the camera asked.
"oh just finish them off."
Hoseok sat down on the ground and back hugged your body, his head resting on your shoulder as he made sure your eyes didn't leave the screen.
"no please don't! I'm begging you please stop!" you cried out as the camera got closer to your friends. Your friends' cries were left unheard as two bullets were shot right into their skulls.
You let out a blood curling scream as you thrashed around, but hoseok was stronger than you, so he held you down with ease. How could he do that?
"I'll kill you! I'll kill you both, you motherfuckers!" you screamed at them both as tears streamed down your cheeks.
"thank you, tae, I owe you! bye bye!" he ended the call.
"You see love, we could've avoided all of this... if you had just been obedient. This is all your fault, I hope you know that." he sighed as he looked down at your crying form.
He was sick, how could he say that, did he feel no remorse?
"you can't leave me... you belong to me."
a/n: that was kind of shitty- but I tried- sorry for the late updates! I hope you like it :]]
this is unedited by the way :]
oh and I used a yandere starter prompt by @yandere-daydreams ! :]
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warnings; 14x15 spoilers!!!! curse words, gun violence (i think that's it??)
author’s note; this is my first spencer fic and im feeling really good about it so like, i hope you enjoy!!
She wasn’t sure of the events that led her to the current situation. Or, you know, maybe she was— she wasn’t dumb. No in fact, other than Spencer, she was probably one of the smartest people on the team. Regardless of whatever the reason was, she was still there. She was in a terrible, terrible situation.
What was once a car chase turned foot, had quickly turned into a hostage situation. A standoff between three FBI agents (JJ, Spencer, and Y/N) was cut short when the villain with the psychopathic tendencies forced all three to toss aside their weapons. He then forced an innocent hostage to lockdown the small shop. The innocent woman, who doubled as a mother and the judge who had locked the unsub away, with the other gun, pleaded with him.
“Please, don’t hurt her. I don’t know how they found us, I didn’t call them!” she was nervous, her hands shaky. Y/N, ironically, could feel the anxiety flowing from her own body. She was supposed to save them, save them all, and yet, here she was barely able to breathe as the potentially deadly weapon was trained on her boyfriend of three years. “Please, just let her go!”
“Melissa, we haven’t finished our little game.” The nasty man sneered at her, still holding the blonde against him while pointing his gun at Spencer. The three agents, shared a look. It was clear between them that they weren’t getting out without setting the man off.
Casey forced Y/N down first, noises of protest coming from both her and Spencer. He had pulled her arms behind her back, more rough than needed, and wrapped her wrists in multiple layers of duct-tape. The tape pulled harshly at her skin, no doubt leaving behind a couple of nasty bruises. JJ and Spencer not far behind her, instead, Casey forced Melissa to do so.
Spencer, trying to relive at least some of the tension, said, “Don’t worry, it's gonna be okay.” While Y/N knew that he was talking to the judge, she felt the undertones of his promise.
don’t worry. it’ll be okay. we’ll get out of this, promise. nothing will happen. She knew that it was meant for her too.
“Hurry up!” Casey stressed, gun pointed at the stomach of the blonde who was barely holding it together. “Get over here. This is all your fault. I told you it was an accident, that—that Mark was the one who forced me to do it.”
The three tied up cops shared a look. This was bad, really really bad. Casey continued. angry, “But you wouldn’t listen! You just sat up there looking smug and superior. You think you’re so much better than me, but you’re not. You’re just as capable of hurting someone as anybody is.”
With too much force, Casey forced the young blonde to the ground, causing her to cry out as well as causing Y/N to move to her knees. He then pointed the gun back at Melissa, Y/N let out a noise of discomfort before saying, “C’mon, C-Casey, you don’t want to do this.”
A smirk playing on his lips, gross and unattractive, he looked to Melissa and ignored Y/N’s pleas, “Well, here it is, judge, your moment of truth.” In his outstretched hand was the gun that Melissa had previously tossed aside. She took it from the unsub’s hand, Jennifer’s eyes going wide at the sight. “Shoot her. Or i’ll kill your daughter.”
No one moved. No one breathed. No one spoke a word— that is until JJ’s voice rung out, breaking the silence. “Come on. She’s got nothing to do with this, okay? Just let her go.”
“Shoot her!” It was forceful and loud and dangerous all at the same time. Spencer and Y/N were stunned into silence, JJ spoke again, “Casey, she’s not a part of this. Okay?” She was trying so desperately to get everyone out with out any injuries. She was brave and Y/N admired that about her good friend. “You have no reason to hurt her. Just let her go.”
Y/N knew it was wrong as soon as the words passed her good friend’s lips. She watched with an anxiety filled heart as Casey’s whole demeanor changed, he snatched the gun from Melissa’s hands and stomped over to where JJ was sitting. He knelt down to her level and roughly grabbed a chunk of her beautiful blonde locks. Spencer moved forward, like he was going to say something, something that would aggravate the gunman even more. Y/N silently pleaded with him to stop, to just say silent— stay safe.
However, Y/N beat him to it. She didn’t care if the fire was on her. She’d rather that than on JJ or Spencer or an innocent bystander. “Leave her alone.”
Her voice was harsh and threatening all at once. In all the years that Y/N had been on the team, no one had ever heard her talk like that. Then again, Y/N was always cautious enough to never end up in a hostage situation.
It was then Casey pointed his gun at Y/N—Spencer’s heart stopping— “I wasn’t talking to you.” It was clear to the room that he was directing that to both girls. He then, without anymore aggravations, violently released JJ before standing up, gun still trained on Y/N, and backed up to the blonde who had the unfortunate job of working in this shop on this god-awful day.
“Get up! Now!” He pulled the young girl up, tossing her into the counter next to Spencer. Her body flung into the counter with such force it knocked down a mirror, shattering. A gun shot rung out and Melissa and the unnamed worker both yelped— one in fear and the other in pain.
Y/N watched as Spencer slowly moved over, trying to see the young girl, only to be stopped by a shout and a gun in his face. “Do not move!”
If Y/N’s anxiety ridden heart was in her throat before it was now jumping from her mouth and onto the floor. She didn’t understand why she was on the verge of loosing her breath. She had seen a gun pointed at her boyfriend before. It wasn’t anything new, it happened. It came with the job. Maybe it was the fact that she knew there was no getting out of this without injury and pain.
Again, Casey’s focus was on Melissa, “New deal.” Gun in her face, gun in his hand, offering. All three agents watching helplessly. They were out of options. This was really fucking bad. “Now you need to kill one of these three.”
Y/N’s heart calmed slightly as she watched the scared brunette take the gun from the wild man’s hand. She could do this. She could talk her down— this she could do. Melissa turned to the three, gun pointed at the floor before focusing it on Spencer.
“Melissa— Melissa, you don't want to do this. I know you don’t, you can stop this. Just put down the gun. Please—”
“Shut up!” Casey’s voice was raw. It was clear his patience was running thin. He was going to snap. Back to Melissa, he asked, “Who’s it gonna be?”
Her eyes locked with Spencer’s then with Y/N’s, they were sad and scared, “Please. Please, I don’t want to do this.”
“Focus, Melissa!” Loud and angry. The gun shook with his words.
“Please,” she begged, it was no louder than a whisper. Y/N could feel herself loosing hope, maybe she was wrong. Maybe she couldn’t do this.
“Judge, you gotta decide. That’s what you do right?” He was calm, now. Way, way too calm. “Decide life or death with a flick of your gavel.”
The gun in Melissa’s hands moved from Spencer then to the floor and then to JJ only to go back to Spencer in the end. And Y/N was going to lose it. She was ready to do something, anything when the phone rang. Hope flooding her veins again. Help was here. They would get them out, without any damage. Right?
Y/N let out a breath, one she wasn’t aware she was holding, when Spencer spoke. His voice providing her with a much needed feeling of ease. “Answer it. Casey, answer it.”
“Shut up!” Melissa’s gun was still trained on Spencer as Casey yelled at her, “Pull the trigger!”
Melissa cried out, terrified. Y/N opened her mouth, the words flowing out before she could stop them. “Please, please don’t do this.”
“Shut up, everybody, shut up!” Casey was nearing his end, he was snapping. He lunged forward, ripping the cord from the wall, the insistent ringing stopping with it. “Focus, Melissa! Pull the trigger.”
JJ shared a look with Spencer then looked to Y/N, before trying one last time, “Casey, if Melissa won’t play, I will.” The beautiful blonde moved to her knees. She was determined to take the heat off Spencer. She couldn’t lose her best friend— she couldn’t let Y/N loose the love of her life.
Jennifer was standing now, everyone sharing a worried look. Casey trained his gun on JJ, moving it from Melissa. Small victories.
“Truth or dare, that’s your game, right?” The beauty shrugged, like it was nothing off her back, “I’ll play.”
“JJ—” Y/N started, but cut herself short when Casey pointed the gun at her again. “Melissa, the weapon— give it, now!”
“Casey,” Spencer began and Y/N felt her eyes close, hope slowly draining away again, ‘I know what its like, to be wrongly accused, sent to prison for a crime you didn’t commit.”
Casey laughed, though no humor was held behind it, “Bullshit. You went to jail?”
Spencer nodded and Casey laughed again, “Yeah, I’d like to see that, pretty boy.” He then moved over to JJ and Y/N’s mind was running a mile a minute trying to fix this. Trying to find a way to get them to safety. Trying, trying and failing.
“Alright, agent. . .”
“Jareau,” she supplied and Y/N could hear the underlying fear.
“Agent Jareau,” he repeated, testing it on his tongue, “truth or dare?”
“Truth.” she was calm, but Y/N could tell that her good friend was just trying to put on a brave face.
“If I think you’re lying or stretching the truth in the slightest, I’ll kill him.” His gun was pointed at Spencer again and Y/N felt herself gasp loudly. JJ nodded solemnly and the wild man continued, “you ever shoot anybody before?”
“Yes, I have.”
He was sick; he laughed, “You enjoy it?”
“No.” Y/N felt like she was going to throw up. She couldn’t, this was too much. She couldn’t believe this was how her day turned out. She watched with a heavy heart and tearful eyes as Casey’s face morphed into anger. She knew JJ had messed up. He turned, annoyance heavy on his shoulders. Before any of the highly trained agents could make a move, Casey pointed the gun in Spencer’s direction and fired, screaming out. “Liar!”
Both Y/N and JJ gasped, but Y/N was the only one to yell out. “No!”
Panicked, JJ’s wide eyes moved from Spencer’s uninjured form to the man with the gun, “No, no, no. I’m not lying. Okay? I’m not lying. The people I shot, I had no choice, but I did not enjoy it. I didn’t. Okay, you asked and I-I told the truth. Okay, I told you the truth, so, uh— now, it's my turn. Right? That’s how this game is played, we take turns. Truth or dare?”
Casey slowly lowered his gun and Y/N watched helpless. “Truth.”
“What’s it gonna take for all of us to walk out of here alive? For this to end peacefully?”
Casey scoffed and trained his gun on JJ again, angry, “I ain’t going back to prison. My turn. Truth or dare?”
“Truth.”
“I want you to say something you’re afraid to say, that you’d never tell anybody. And you better make it good, ‘cause if it's not, it's gonna be the last thing you ever say.” Y/N was out of hope. She could feel her walls breaking down, she could feel the few tears that had escaped her closed eyes. The gunman continued, shaking his weapon, “What’s it gonna be?”
JJ shook her head, voice watery. “There are only four people I trust in this world.”
“Boring.” He had snapped. This was it, his breaking point; he moved the gun back to Melissa and pulled the trigger, the bullet entering her leg. She yelled out and collapsed to the ground. Casey brought the gun back to Jennifer, “Next!”
“Um. . . My. . .” she was struggling, “My baby I lost, I, um—” Y/N’s eyes opened, trained on her friend, watery and blurry. “I wanted to name her Maggie.”
“Wrong!” He wanted more. He wanted her deepest secret, “Come on, you can do better than that!”
“Casey.” Spencer’s voice rung out, warning.
“Shut up!” The dangerous man rushed her then. His hand attached itself to JJ’s arm and shoved her down to her knees with force, gun eye level to the blonde, “Last chance. Something you would never say aloud, not even to your partners here. Your deepest, darkest secret. Impress me or I kill him.”
“JJ,” Y/N’s broken voice was no louder than a whisper as she begged her friend to save her boyfriend, “please.”
The blonde shared a look with both of her friends as Casey yelled again, “Come on!”
JJ’s eyes and voice were watery as she spoke. “Spence, I, uh, I’ve always loved you.”
It was like a punch to the gut. She felt like she was a balloon and all the air had escaped. She didn’t believe what she was hearing spill from her best friend’s lips. In a broken whisper, Y/N asked, “What? JJ—”
Spencer had turned to the blonde, his face that once held anger and confusion now held a look that Y/N couldn’t quite place. The blonde continued on, crying, ignoring Y/N’s cries, “And I was just too scared to say it before. And now things are just really too complicated to say it now, because I have Will and the boys and you have Y/N— I’m sorry, but you should know.”
Y/N’s blurry eyesight shot to her boyfriend, trying to see his reaction. And what she saw broke her heart in half. He smiled. He fucking smiled. He had a fucking smile on his lips and he was looking at JJ how he usually looked at Y/N. And maybe that was what hurt the most. Seeing the far away, lovestruck look in his eyes.
Casey broke the heavy silence, his laugh was loud and bitter, gun lowered, “Hot damn. That’s what I’m talking about. Now those are some last words right there, but not good enough to save your life.”
Casey leveled his gun on JJ’s forehead again, ready to pull the trigger. Y/N cried out, eyes slamming shut, she couldn’t watch this. Sure, her best friend had just admitted to having feelings for her very own boyfriend, but she was still her best friend.
A gunshot filled the room. Y/N yelped, crying harder, opening her eyes after hearing a thud. Only, JJ was fine and Spencer was holding a gun, panting, keeping eye contact with the aforementioned blonde. Spencer had moved to cut his girl free first, helping her stand. Then he moved to the blonde who had just confessed her undying love for him.
The brokenhearted girl watched as her boyfriend carefully cut JJ free, an unspoken conversation seemed to be flowing through them. Spencer had a look of peace on his face as Jennifer turned to look at him. It was like they had forgotten that Y/N was in the room, heart breaking.
Spencer opened his mouth, to say something. To fix it, Y/N hoped. But before he could get the words out, the back door burst open, their team rushing in, and the spell was broken.
The two moved away from each other. Y/N watched as how her boyfriend seemed to remember she was standing right there. She watched as he turned to face her, reach for her. She watched as he moved to comfort her.
But before he had the chance, she ripped away from his gaze and left him standing in the small shop. Left him standing in the place where their relationship died.
—
Six weeks had passed. Six weeks of sitting across from one another. Six weeks of stolen glances and regretful eyes. Six weeks of Y/N wishing, longing for Spencer. Hoping that he would come back to her and just say he was sorry.
Sorry for pushing her away. Sorry for giving the heartbroken girl the impression that JJ was his girl. Sorry for making her feel like she was a second choice; for acting like nothing ever happened; for everything.
She he’d been held up in her apartment, surrounded by all the things that reminded her of the pretty boy (apart from work, she barely left. and to say the team was very worried about the young girl was and understatement). Ironic, right? All she wanted was to forget about the curly haired boy and yet, he was all that plagued her mind.
Y/N was surrounded by boxes, some taped shut and marked with what was inside; others only half filled, things hazardously sticking out the top. The memory that all the packages brought was a stab to her heart and a kick in her stomach. How dare they still be there; unmoved and happy.
The once happy couple, who were together for almost four years, was all set to move in together. Y/N could almost imagine Spencer in the new, bigger and better, apartment all by himself. She could see him waking up before the sun and pouring himself a cup of too sweet coffee and re-reading books he had already read. She could see it all.
She hoped it was lonely, that it held the same sadness that she was feeling. She hoped that he was just as miserable.
She knew he wasn’t though. He couldn’t be. No, he couldn’t be. . . right? He had JJ now. He was happy now; he finally had what he always wanted— the pretty blonde girl that he had been in love with since day one. Day one of the BAU, day one of friendship, day one of birth— the girl that he was always meant to be with. Y/N wasn’t stupid, she knew how much she paled in comparison to the very beautiful girl.
She could only imagine all the times that Spencer had wished that it was Jennifer Jaraeu instead of his loser of a girlfriend. She imagined all the fantasies that had to be playing in his mind every time they kissed, every time they laughed, every time they touched, every time they made love.
Maybe that was what hurt the most; knowing that he had always wanted it to be her. The blonde. The beauty. The brains. The everything Y/N was not.
A very loud ringing broke Y/N away from her intrusive thoughts. Again. She had thrown her phone across the room (not literally, of course. She had just dumped it on the counter along with everything else that she didn’t want to look at). She knew who it was; JJ. It had to be— everyday for the past month she had been calling, trying to apologize, explain, salvage what was left of their friendship. Jennifer had left voicemail after voicemail and text after text, trying to get the heartbroken girl’s attention.
It wasn’t like Y/N was completely ignoring her old friend—no, she wasn’t that much of an asshole—, she would read all the texts received and listen to the messages (which actually, when she thought about it, that was probably even worse. maybe she was the asshole she tried so hard not to be).
She even talked to her during cases (of which there had been two since the incident), but the second JJ had brought up anything to do with Spencer or what had happened, Y/N retreated into the shell she had created for herself. Though it wasn’t a perfect situation, it worked. It worked for her and that’s all that mattered.
What she didn’t expect though, was a knock at her front door. She had considered ignoring it and letting whoever was at her door think she was out or asleep. Or literally anything else that would excuse her not moving from her pathetic slumped position.
The knocking sounded again before his muffled voice flowed through the door, stopping her heart. “Y/N, I know you’re in there.”
She sighed (he did too). Her heart was in her throat (so was his); she hadn’t seen him outside work for longer than she cared to admit. She stood and felt her body drag her to the wood that separated her and her pretty boy.
And before she knew what was happening, Y/N was swinging the door open, Spencer was standing before her— distraught.
“Why do you look like that?” She asked, deadpanning. There’s that asshole bit rearing its ugly head again. It wasn’t fair that he looked so strung out, he did this. This was his fault. Her hand was resting on the door, barricading him out and her in.
“What?” Genuine confusion crossed his face and Y/N almost felt bad. Almost. “Y/N, we haven’t talked in weeks.”
“We talk at work.” Short and unforgiving. He sighed at her words, running a very gorgeous hand through his curls, breaking apart a few. A part of Y/N, a very, very small part, wished it was her fingers pulling apart his crazy mane. She missed how soft his hair was, the way he smelled. She missed how with just one touch she could feel all of the stress leave his body. She missed how he looked at her. She missed it all and she hated herself because of it.
“Don’t be so obtuse.” The regretful boy started and Y/N could feel her heart breaking all over again, “I mean, for real. . . Y/N, I miss you— I miss us.”
“Yeah, and whose fault is that?” A knife to his heart, she could tell. Good. He deserved this; he deserved to hurt just as much as he had hurt her.
“That’s not fair, she—”
“No,” the heartbroken girl began, a sadness in her voice. “you don’t get to decide what’s fair and what’s not— especially when it comes to my feelings, Spencer Reid.”
He was still standing in the hallway, eyes begging to be let in. The pleading didn’t go unnoticed; maybe that’s why she found herself opening the door and dropping her arm, watching as he moved inside.
He was still her boy. Her beautiful boy. No matter what he or JJ had done, Spencer Reid was still undeniably hers. No matter what she was still under the spell of his gorgeous browns.
The sad boy followed her into the living room, taking in the scene. He felt his breath hitch as his eyes swept over all the boxes and the mess that covered the once happy apartment. He could just about throttle himself; he couldn’t believe he had let this happen. That he had let it get this bad— he was such a fucking idiot.
Y/N watched as his curious eyes took in everything before him, committing it to his never forgetting memory. She knew that, regardless of anything, he would always come back to this moment. She knew that he would always blame himself. Spencer Reid had such a big heart and that was probably his one and only fault. Regardless of any hurt he may have caused her, she knew deep down that he hadn’t meant to. He would never intentionally hurt anyone, and maybe that’s why she asked her next question:
“Why are you here, Spencer?” She had pulled his eyes back to her.
Swimming in regret, he said, “I want to fix this.” Y/N had begun to shake her head and opened her mouth but he cut her off, continuing, “Please. . . Y/N, tell me how I can fix this.”
“I-I. . . Spencer, I don’t know if you can.” Heart breaking more than she thought possible.
Then, he did something she would’ve given her life to never see.
Spencer got down onto his knees, now eye level with the girl on the old couch. He placed a hesitant hand on her knee and squeezed. When Y/N met his gaze, she felt her heart break its final piece. His eyes were glossed over with unshed tears and when he spoke his voice was wet with the cries he was trying so hard to push down. And Y/N hated it.
“Y/N. . . please,” he was begging. Begging to be heard, to be forgiven, for her. Just begging.
Against her own wishes, Y/N’s hand reached out and pushed back the hair like she had been wanting to since he showed up at her doorstep. “Spencer, I— There’s things we’d have to talk about— questions I have. I-I can’t just jump back in, we have to talk about—”
“Then ask me.” The crying boy rushed out, sniffing. “Ask me anything.”
Y/N sighed. Did she really want to do this right now? Could she handle this?
“Do you love her?” It spilled from her lips before she knew what she was asking. She didn’t regret it.
His answer spilled from his too, “Yes.” Maybe she did.
Tears spilled from her eyes and she struggled to hold down a sob. It came out as a watery laugh and she stood up, forcing his hands off her body. She closed her arms around herself, another barricade from the boy who refuses to stop breaking her heart into a million little pieces. He stood up too, reaching a hand to connect them together again but decided against it, too afraid of being rejected.
Her mind was running a mile a minute. She was kicking herself for trusting a man who was so clearly into another woman— a married woman. She was so angry that he led her on for so long. She wanted to throttle him; she could’ve too, if she really wanted to. As much as she wanted to, she knew her body would never do it. As angry as she was, her body was still irrevocably in love with Spencer Reid.
“Then why are you here?” It was dangerous. She half wished he wouldn’t answer, she didn’t know if she could handle the answer.
His reply was slow to start, she wondered if he had even heard her, “. . . Because, I love you, too. I love you differently.”
“What?” She was tired. So, so fucking tired.
She felt his hand place itself on her shoulder, she didn’t react. She didn’t move, didn’t lean into it. She just froze and waited for his response. Spencer surprised her for a third time. His hand moved down to her elbow, turning her around gently before starting his monologue. Her eyes stayed glued to the ground as he spoke.
“Y/N, I’ve known JJ for over 14 years. When I first met her, sure I wanted her to notice me,” he paused to laugh before continuing, “I even tried to take her on a date one time. . . she ended up inviting Penelope. . . I was mortified. . . that’s not my point. Hell, I don’t really know what I’m saying. I tried for so long. I tried to get her to notice me, but then she met Will and then she had Henry and everything got so complicated. And I realized, Y/N, that I had to let her go, and then I met you and everything changed.”
Y/N’s eyes finally met his brown ones. She echoed him, “Everything changed?”
Sappy and clumsily, he laughed, “Yeah. Y/N, everything— everything changed. Suddenly, instead of wondering what Jennifer thought I was thinking about you— thinking how to talk to you, what you liked, if you liked me. God, I was so into you back then. . . I still am. I won’t lie to you, Y/N, I never have and I won’t start now. Yes, I love JJ. I think I always will, it’s just different. I love her, but I’m in love with you. And I always will be, I-I mean, you’re my girl.”
During his confession, Y/N had moved closer. She had hesitantly placed her hands on his chest, where they belonged— she realized. “Spencer. . .”
His eyes were soft as they gazed down at her. They held love— the love that she had seen focused on JJ all those weeks ago. He brought a hand up to her face, thumb tracing her cheekbone. It felt like it was forever, them just looking— gazing, falling back in love. Then, she watched as her boy started, very, very slowly, to lean down. She felt his lips just barely brush against hers, his breath fanning her face as he spoke. “Y/N, please.”
And that was all that it took. The desperation in his voice was what made her finally, finally, connect their lips. It was just as wonderful as she remembered. His lips fumbled lazily against hers; she could feel the love though the sloppy kiss. He had brought his other hand up, fisting her hair into a messy bunch. Her hands pulled him closer, her lips spreading as she felt Spencer’s tongue dart across her lips, asking to be let in. His name fell from her lips in a hungry manner, she wanted him. She needed him. The only sound in the small apartment was their moans and the noise of them reconnecting. In between kisses, Spencer managed to sneak in the few words Y/N was sure she’d never tire of hearing.
“I. . kiss. . love you. . . kiss kiss. . so much. kiss. . .Y/N.” She had smiled against his lips, feeling like everything would be okay. While she knew they had more than enough healing to do (both together and apart), she also knew that she wasn’t going to lose him anytime soon. And that was all that mattered, because the rest would figure itself out.
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I can't help but think of villain Deku. He comes back home angry because a mission didn't go according to plan so he beats and forces himself on his s/o. Love you and hope you had a nice day.
☆ミ ☆彡☆ミ ☆彡☆ミ ☆彡☆ミ ☆彡☆ミ ☆彡☆ミ
Y’all know that clip that’s like, where ever you go I won’t be far to follow. im gonna love you so. You’re gonna learn what I already know, I love you means you’re never ever ever getting rid of me. That’s him.
☆ミ ☆彡☆ミ ☆彡☆ミ ☆彡☆ミ ☆彡☆ミ ☆彡☆ミ
〖 TW: rape, abuse, yandere, cum eating, master/pet play〗
『gn reader』
☆ミ ☆彡☆ミ ☆彡☆ミ ☆彡☆ミ ☆彡☆ミ ☆彡☆ミ
the room he kept you in wasn’t too warm. it’s not as if he didn’t have the money to pay for heat, it’s more like he just didn’t want you to have it. you had talked back to him last month, he said he loved you and you said something akin to “you’re a psycho who doesn’t know what love is”. so here you are, in your little lingerie he forced you into, freezing your butt off, crying and messing up the makeup you did and had to re do five times. you had spent a month...maybe two in this godawful place with your god awful “savior.”
the only thing you got to do was read books all day, or watch the news to keep tabs on your “lover”. and when he came home, it was either all kisses and cuddles, take out in his hands, anger and frustration gone to the wind. but on the days were he wasn’t so happy, those days, were the worst. you could always tell when it was going to be a bad day by the way he opened the door. the way he would shove the key into the key hole and giggle around furiously until he heard that much desired ‘click’. you didn’t have the strength to tell him if he would just slow down and calm down he would be able to open the door. after he did finally get it open, he wouldn’t use his hands to push it open, opting to damn near kick the door off of its hinges. you would twiddle your fingers and wait for the impact, kinda like you were now.
“stupid fucking good for nothing heroes...fucking pigs, ALL OF THEM!” you flinched. it was coming.
“i’ll kill every single one of them. i’ll fucking rip them limb from limb. i’ll rape their fucking wives in front of them before i fucking RIP THEIR GODDAMN EYEBALLS OUT...i’ll make their stupid whore wives fucking eat them...i’ll make those heroes touch themselves to me beating and raping their wives.” he was rambling, pacing back and forth, ripping his hair out of his scalp. he stopped moving before turning to you, tears stagnant in your eyes. “what the fuck are you looking at huh?” here it comes, here it comes.
“i- i wasn’t doing anything de- IZUKU!” you had already messed up before you even started. he hit you so hard you fell off of the couch you were hoping would hide you.
“you think you can talk to me like that? huh? ANSWER ME!” your arms were up in defense, flinching in fear.
“i...i’m sorry, baby please.”
“don’t you dare fucking call me that right now.” he was seething with rage and with no other outlet than your little body. “i’m so sick of your fucking attitude, your fucking ungratefulness, you stupid fucking BITCH! i could of left you to die, huh would you of liked that?” he smacked you again. “would you of liked that huh slut?” another smack. “answer me!” this time he backhanded you so hard your head hit the couches arm part, rickashaying your head full force into the floor.
“no! i wouldn’t of liked it...” you swallowed the blood in the back of your throat. blinking and looking at the floor. wrong move.
“look at me when i’m fucking talking to you bitch.” he grabbed your head and forced you up and onto his crotch. you were mumbling no’s and pleas. but he didn’t listen.
“would you of rather kachaan be the one that comes home to you? huh! tell me do you want kachaan to fuck all your slutty little holes!” you were writhing in his grip, tears flowing out of your face and all over his pants.
“no!...please izuku...please...”
“shut up and open your mouth.” he said it calmly, too calmly. so calmly in fact that you froze, unsure how to deal with his mood shift. he smacked you, then he brought up his boot to stomp on you. “what did i say!”
“m’sorry! m’sorry! stop!” your fingers flew to his belt faster than he could raise his hand up again in a silent threat. you got to work and unbuckling it, harshly tugging it down .
“that’s better.” you obedience is all he ever really wants, all he ever expects, really. you sniffle away the lump forming in your throat. slowly taking him in inch by inch, you played around with his tip just like he likes you to do. he groaned and let go of your hair slightly, a not so gentle act of praise. but you’ll take it, its better than nothing. you make your throat move around him, a trick you had learned back in your, free to date and fuck whoever you wanted to days.
you were taking to long and you could tell by he way his breath seemed to pick up and come harshly out of his nose.
“you aren’t working hard enough.” his eyes were open, face scrunched up into a scowl. you make a sound, hoping he would take that as a sorry. you tried to relax as best you could and take more in. but cold fear and the aching in your throat, made it quiet hard to relax. your heart started ragging, hot tears and snot beginning to smear all over his cock.
“look at you, making a mess of masters cock. is it too big for you baby? does it hurt? are you scared?” if you weren’t blinking away the fat globs of tears you would be greeted with that crazy unhinged smile of his. “is it because you know i’ll rip your voice box out if you don’t make me happy?” you let out a wail around him, the vibrations of your misery causing him to moan and sputter his hips. you sucked harder, bobbing up and down past the pain. “that’s a good little hole...my little useless, helpless hole.” he punctuated each harsh word with a even more painful thrust to the back of your throat. you grip his thighs with your nails, digging so hard you drew blood. “you’re useless...useless fucking whore...all you do is sit here eat my food and fucking complain when master wants to get off...can’t even handle that can you bitch.” he smacked you again. he liked smacking you around normally, but while you were on his fat cock he liked it even more. you wished he would remember how he snatched you off the street, bounding and gagging you, forcing you into his home against your will. force himself on you, against your will. none of this was of your will, you cannot be great-full for anything he does for you, for the simple fact that you never once asked for it. not that he would listen to you, you were just a walking piece of meat to him.
“hey! eyes up here! look me in the eye when i cum down your tight little throat...and after...ah fuck...you’re gonna lick it all up if you get it on the floor...you’re gonna say thank you then bend over so i can use your other hole.” he was getting closer and you could tell. the tip of his cock slowly spilling hot pre cum down the back of your throat as his tip kissed your uvula. you wanted to suck as hard as you can, please him as quick as you could so you could just breathe. at least when he used you elsewhere, you could try and fall asleep. he started slapping your cheek again, starting off slow and going harder and harder.
“gonna cum...cum in your little slutty throat...fuck oh fuck you feel so good...swallow it...swallow it.” thick hot ropes of cum shot down your throat, causing you to panic as you tried your darnedest to swallow as fast as it came out. but there was only so much you could swallow. little globs of cum shooting out through your nose, causing you to pull off of him, cum shooting all over you in the process of you begging for air.
“turn over, and start licking slut.” you coughed up more cum, wiping your tears off your face as you swiveled your hips up to him. you felt him grip your hips and pull you towards him, ripping off he expensive lingerie undies that clothed your precious insides. you grimaced as you lulled your tongue out of your mouth, scooping up heaps of his still hot cum.
“you’re gonna feel so good...you fucking whore...my little stress hole.” you kept licking, arching your back to give him a better angle. anything to please your master after all.
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ETERNAL MOMENTS SPOILER PT2
Aaand the amazing moments continue...！！
SAKUYA'S PAST GDI i cried reading that
My fanfic proven false lol
He’s from Hokkaido, mama and papa Sakuma loved him very much. It’s very bittersweet. Nuff said
Summer children basically admitted that without mankai there’d be no light in their life.
The worse is Kumon, who got so bad he dreamt he’d collapse even in a casual game of catch even though before he’d only get sick during competitions.
Misumi not realizing that he’s lonely and Madoka supporting him. It’s cute y’all.
Tenma is doing his best doing variety shows and interviews promoting MANKAI
Chikage, if he hadn’t join MANKAI, becomes evil-batman
He’d live in what seems like abandoned hospital, dressed all black, and be pawn of the organization all alone after having killed Hisoka
Irl, he’s like Hisoka’s mother
Chikage : Omg why are you making that nest... Clean after yourself gdi. I shouldn’t have accepted you.
Hisoka : Oh, Im late for my part time
Chikage : Listen to me gdi
maybe he thinks he can finally stay in a clean room when not rooming with Itaru only to be stuck with Hisoka
Hisoka : I’m here to make sure you’re not rampaging after what happened, but you’re... calm. And take it far too well. It’s not like you at all.
Chikage : Just what do you think I am?
The reason is because Izumi asked him to not do anything drastic. Made him pinky swear it, much to Hisoka’s amusement
Hisoka : Chikage... pinky swearing...!
Chikage : August would have laughed hard me...
Hisoka : And he’d probably make you do that all the time going forward
Chikage : He likes childish things like this
False alarm! Hisoka didn’t do any crime to help Chikage! Maybe!
Maybe is quoted
He said ‘I didn’t do anything dangerous... maybe...’
Hisoka : August, it seems we escaped his rage
Their banter is lighthearted and cute i replayed this chapter so many time
Curiously, the ones who appeared in mind when Chikage looks back to the things that anchored him to MANKAI are Hisoka and Izumi only. He’s the only one who’s like this since everyone else think of everyone in their troupes
Citron can’t imagine himself being king, but imagine people singing praises about him as their beloved king even far after his death
Citron correcting Guy’s wording
Citron : Im thinking about Director’s ingredient (shokuzai)
Guy : Don’t you mean candlestick? (shokudai)
Citron : assignment, you blockhead (shukudai)
Zahran king told him that a king is a lonely position, and that his happiness should be from protecting his countrymen, and that his countrymen are all his family. But Citron doesn’t just want to protect his family, he wants to have fun with them. And so this demotion to ministry of art is the best thing that ever happen to him.
Itaru being the only one who realized he’s dreaming and he imagined leaving anyway despite the spring’s plea, and each time his dream self talks he yells about his dream self making a mistake and that he should beg to be part of the group again.
when he’s out the door, Itaru is like... ‘aaah, game over. there’s no redoing this’.
The love is strong in Itaru
He talks to Tonooka and when he heard Hoshii (the creator of KniRound) worrying about him, he’s like ‘god is godly inside and out’
Hoshii wants to make a game out of the play, thats why Tonooka came to make an offer and to say the gaming company will provide support since if the performance is cancelled and the story left unfinished the game can’t be made
Minagi family is now worshipping Mizuno as their guardian god.
I wish I was joking
Tsuzuru is happy two of his brothers want to follow in his footsteps, with one wanting to be an actor and another wants to be a writer (though a novelist, he said, not a scriptwriter)
Masumi dreamt of never meeting Izumi and rejecting 100 girls from matchmaking, and he’s wondering how his grandma and dad will react knowing he will only marry Izumi
But like, no pressure on her. If she doesnt want to, he will simply stay unmarried, he said.
Sus, after all his attempts of appealing to Yukio, but okay.
Sakuya is homesick and everyone is planning something. Chikage instigated it. He made a phonecall to (presumably Itaru) and was like, “Time for family meeting”. It snowballed from there
THEY WENT FOR HIM GDI
Chikage made Itaru drive them because he’s the one who got the plane tickets and because Itaru is dad and driving is dad’s duty.
Citron : And then the gambling addict dad will get involved in drunk driving!
Itaru : Bad end...
Spring yelled out in the middle of a park saying thanks to sakuya’s parents for having Sakuya
Shu : Even if we report this to authority, Amadate apparently has a hand on them so it’s not likely they’ll do anything
Izumi : Actually, we know someone from the force...
Shu : We first gen are pretty connected but what the heck is up with this new gen’s connections
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