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loveydovey-leviathan · 1 year

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(platonic) ftm mc that looks exactly like lilith (but masc). the brothers call them "sister" one time and they look upset that a: they're reminded of her passing and b: they probably confused mc, but then mc bursts into heavy sobs, and the brother is upset and confused since MC's not out as transgender yet

warning(s): drowning (in levi’s part), everything else should be mentioned in the request, but if i missed something plz comment :]

mc isn’t ready to come out yet in this

you/your is used

LUCIFER:

He didn’t mean to, he swore on his six wings. When he looked up and saw you sitting on one of his chairs beside his coffee table, he was reminded of Lilith- the way she would always come up to his office to check in on him the same way you do. The way you sat quietly looking through your D.D.D. was exactly how Lilith used to sit beside him as she read a book. The image in his head was a perfect recollection to remind him of what he failed to do, as though his own Father was trying to torment him even now.

The air is awkward, tense. Neither of you can look the other in the eyes, and he knows he should speak up and apologize. He is completely in the wrong here- and he knows full well the insecurity living inside you, that maybe everyone in this house are only friends with you because you look like their sister. But his mouth refuses to move and the silence stretches on for even longer.

And suddenly, he hears it. The heavy racking sobs made by the human in front of him, and every tear that rolls down their cheeks, every hiccup they let out as they struggle to breathe sent a knife right through his heart.

It seems that was the catalyst for him to finally take action- within seconds, he got up from his desk, walked to where you sat and pulled you in for a hug. He feels your tears staining his waistcoat and that somehow makes him feel worse, despite you being the one crying.

“I’m sorry, ( ___ ). I never should have called you by her name,” he pets your head like he always does in hopes of comforting you. Though it’s selfish, he hopes you understand he’s never been good at apologies.

It takes a few minutes, but you manage to calm down enough to speak. “It’s not just that, Lucifer. It’s…” you let out a heavy sigh- the sound is tired, and he knows at once that this is something you have carried on your shoulders for a long time. “I don’t know if I’m ready to tell you yet.”

Although he wants to say that you can trust him, he’s already hurt you tonight, and his gut is telling him that this isn’t something he can convince you to let out. “That’s alright, you can tell me when you are. There’s no need to rush.”

“...thanks, Luci. I umm- I need some time for myself,” to that, he gives you a subtle squeeze before letting you go.

“Very well, ( ___ ),” he says nothing else as you get up and try to leave, but just as you close his door, you hear another ‘I’m sorry’.

MAMMON:

Even he was surprised when he heard the word ‘sister’ come out of his mouth. He swore to himself to never compare you to her- knowing how you felt about looking just like their late sibling. And now he’s broken that trust, the look of surprise is evident on your face with just the barest hint of confusion, but what hurts the most was how it slowly turned into betrayal, and then suddenly- the tears started to well up.

He got up and hugged you before the first few tears even rolled down your face. He’s spewing apologies left and right, begging and hoping you knew he didn’t mean it. That he knows you’re not their sister and you never will be, you are your own person and he sees it as just that. Nothing more, nothing less.

He has to fight back his own tears as he comforts you, he’s hurt you, and in addition to that- the image of Lilith won’t leave his head.

He feels the sobs and hiccups that painfully shook your shoulders slowly start to subside, replaced with quiet weeping. He’s stopped apologising, instead doing what Lucifer does whenever he finds his brothers crying- soothingly rubbing their back with a few kisses to the head here and there.

He feels you slowly pull away from him, and when he gets a proper look at you- your eyes are swollen and rimmed red. It’s expected after crying for so long, but it still sends a heavy shot of guilt running through his entire body.

“I’ll leave ya alone, ( ___ ),” it hurts to say but he knows when he should go. He gives you one last head pet and a slightly pained smile before he tries to leave- before you stop him.

“Wait-” your voice is quieter than usual “I need to tell you something after we’ve sorted this all out.”

He’s a bit confused but he knows from your expression that what you’re going to tell him is important. “Ya can tell me anything, but yeah- I’ll wait.”

LEVIATHAN:

He would throw himself into Henry’s aquarium to drown if he didn’t know he could breathe underwater. He’s convinced he’s destroyed the only meaningful friendship he’s ever had and you’ll never talk to him again and you’ll hate him forever. And now he wants to cry and wallow in his own misery for a while because he’s reminded himself of Lilith and how she would always listen to him whenever he goes on rambles-

His tangent of self-hatred going on in his head is interrupted by the sound of quiet weeping, before it turns into full-on sobs. It takes a moment for him to stop thinking about himself and realise that he’s hurt you. That this isn’t about him and how he feels right now, that he should apologise for betraying your trust. He can cry later.

He slowly wraps his arms around you and tries to be as comforting as possible. Surprisingly very similar to Mammon in a sense- he spouts as many apologies as he can and focuses on trying to make you feel better. He recognises that he’s not doing a very good job but he prays you can see through everything.

“I uh- I kind of want to speak to you about something really important but,” he didn’t even realise you had ceased crying, but he makes sure to listen carefully. “I don’t think I’m ready yet, and I need time by myself.”

He automatically thinks it’s because of him, but he can deal with those thoughts when the two of you are alone. “Yeah, that’s okay. You can tell me anytime, and… umm- again, I’m sorry.”

SATAN:

It was… strange when he heard the word ‘sister’ fall out of his mouth, and perhaps what was even more so was the fact that when he looked at you, he saw her- despite being the only brother who never met her.

The sensation of mourning someone he never truly met- someone he only saw through the eyes of another person, was something he could never truly figure out. But he knows the confusion will never fully leave, so a part of him was at peace with it.

And then you’re crying. Tears stream down your face and splatter onto the floor despite your efforts to wipe them away. He can sort out his feelings when he’s alone; when the sobbing of one of the people closest to him has subsided- if only for a while. But there’s something more to your weeping, months of getting to know you have paid off it seems.

He’s always been good with words, he can make the sentences leaving his mouth sound like poetry and the eloquent way he says his words have always made people listen one way or another. But comfort has never truly been his forte, though he tries.

“I’m sorry, ( ___ ). It was a slip of the tongue but that isn’t an excuse. I can’t imagine how you must feel, I’m sorry.” He’s met with the calming sound of your sobs quieting down. “But if you don’t mind me asking… is there something else bothering you?”

You shake your head, but it doesn’t seem to be in disagreement. “I don’t want to tell you- not yet.”

“...I’m sorry.”

ASMODEUS:

He’s a master at hiding his true feelings, the millennia he’s spent practising- making sure his mask never so much as cracks. So to say he’s surprised when he calls you by his sister’s name is an understatement. And he struggles not to cry as you burst into sobs; by hurting you or by being reminded of his dearest sister, he doesn’t know.

But it seems your tears have triggered the ‘older brother’ extinct he has in him, because before he knows it, he’s scooped you up into a hug and buried the emotions threatening to bubble over and show themselves where they shouldn’t be seen.

“I’m sorry, hon. I don’t know why I said that” sugar-sweet words fall out of his perfect lips, but his throat is dry. He focuses on you as much as he can.

You manage to calm down eventually, the tears have stopped running and you’re left with swollen and red-rimmed eyes. He’ll make sure to treat you to a self-care day.

“I… need to say something, but I just- not now. Not tonight.”

BEELZEBUB:

He promised himself he wouldn’t- never compare you to her. You were your own person and he knew that, it was just so hard to look at you sometimes. Some days, it would only be at the back of his mind, somewhere he didn’t acknowledge. But other days, it was glaringly obvious- times when he looks at you and can only see Lilith.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry…” and he is. He always will be, he shouldn’t see her when you’re around, you’ve never deserved that. But it can be… difficult.

And then you’re crying. Sobs cut through the already incredibly tense air and the guilt inside his gut that he knows will always be there grows even larger with each tear. He’s not sure if he should touch you- be the reliable sibling he’s always been, someone people could always count on and pull you into a hug as you cry into his chest. Even if he’s the one who caused it.

So he stands there somewhat awkwardly as he apologizes over and over, and he can’t stop the tears from welling up in his own eyes.

It takes a while for you to calm down and even then, Beel is still crying. And though his vision is cloudy, he can see the blurry outline of you looking up at him- and suddenly he feels your arms around his chest.

The hug is short, but the shock is enough for him to stop his tears for a few seconds, but before he can truly register what you’re doing and how he doesn’t deserve it after what he said- he hears you speak.

“I need to-” a pause. Like you’re unsure you should go through with what you want to say. “...but not tonight. One day, maybe.”

BELPHEGOR:

He wants to thank you for… everything. Letting him out of the attic, forgiving him after what he did, bringing his family together. And he knows now that you’re wonderful, you’re nice and fun to be around- but he needs time away from you every now and then.

Especially now, when his dreams were plagued by the war and images of his sister falling from the heavens. So really it wasn’t his fault that you were the first person he saw after his nightmares, and could you really blame him for calling you by his sister’s name?

…maybe. But it really doesn’t matter if it was on him or not, because you’ve burst into sobs and he needs to fix his mistake. He’s never been good at apologies- always spoiled he doesn’t know where to start.

“...Sorry…”

He hesitantly pulls you into a gentle hug and rubs your back, trying to soothe you with a spell as you cry- all while he apologises. It seems to work, you eventually calm down to the occasional hiccup and a few sniffs.

But something else is bugging him, the look on your face when you woke him up was… nervous. He’s never seen that expression on you before. Just as you pull away, he asks.

“Wait, did you want to tell me something? You looked nervous when…” he drifts off before he finishes his sentence.

“...not today.”

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jmrothwell · 2 years

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Yes I'm like two days behind on my dash but TUESDAY (or wednesday for me). “I think my leg/arm is broken.” + Reggie plz

(Set in @innytoes Quiet AU, aka ‘the post apocalypse monster AU’. Fair warning, it got kinda long)

Luke bounced on his toes, his cheeks ached from the large smile on his face. Excited that Reggie had finally relented to teach him some of his silent evasion techniques he had deemed too dangerous to teach the younger kids.

“I’m not sure about this.” Julie grumbled from where she stood gazing over the edge of the short one story building they’d decided to practice on.

Reggie laughed in that beautifully silent breathy way he did before offering Julie reassurances. They’d been working on the jumps and landings at ground level and various random railings for weeks now. Reggie specifically chose these buildings because of how short they were and the small distance between them.

Julie didn’t seem convinced by any of his arguments. Luke didn’t want her to shut this down before he even got a real chance to give it a try so he jumped in with an argument of his own. “C’mon Jules. Reg used to do this sort of thing all the time. He’s an expert, I’m sure he wouldn’t let me do this if there was any serious risk involved.”

Thankfully Julie was turned towards Luke and couldn’t see the scrunched up faces Reggie was making behind her back. The boy’s face was soo expressive he could tell whole stories with a few looks. And these stories, well even if Reggie may have made it this far, others hadn’t been so lucky.

Briefly Luke second guessed if he should be doing this.

Julie meanwhile looked almost convinced, a contemplative sigh leaving her lips as she looked over the edge of the building again. Reggie and Luke had a brief silent conversation over her shoulder. A conversation which ended with ‘yes I am sure I still want to jump from building to building Reg. How do you not see how cool that is?’

After Julie relented, Reggie offered to demonstrate. He made short work of sprinting across the roof and leaping safe and soundly to the other roof and then back again. Luke didn’t think he would ever get tired of how impressively quick and agile Reggie could be. All without a single audible sound.

“The key,” he began, louder than he used to speak but still on the quieter side of things. A vibrant smile split his flushed face, “is to not hesitate. Just trust your instincts.”

“What instincts?” Julie snarked, earning her shoulder checks from both of the boys. Although Luke did pout a bit because she might have a bit of a point there.

Reggie quietly clapped a hand to Luke’s shoulder, “we’ve been drilling them. The jump and landing practices.”

Luke’s smile grew as he looked to Julie and then dashed off to where Reggie had begun his earlier sprint. He quietly muttered to himself, repeating Reggie’s advice from earlier over and over.

“Just don’t overthink it he says” Julie called out. Probably repeating something Reggie thought he’d shouted. “Should be easy for you.”

Luke’s offended scoff was short-lived, as he could hear and see his two friends giggling at his expense. He took a few short breaths, bounding on his feet and began sprinting towards the building's edge. He didn’t get far as Reggie was suddenly in front of him blocking his path.

At his confused look, Reggie explained, “We should have probably also worked on your sprinting. That was not quick enough.”

“Seriously?” Luke whined, sensing what Reggie was about to say before he actually said anything. Luke dispondantly kicked the roof as they walked over to Julie, who clearly was trying to not look like she was gloating.

“Wait before we go home, could you maybe demonstrate again?

Reggie rolled his eyes but there was no malice anywhere in it. His fond smile never faltered as he shook his head and dashed off. He sprinted then vaulted the distance between the building, nimbly landing on the other building. A loud cracking sound tore the smile from all of their faces.

Luke’s heart stopped as the stonework ledge Reggie had landed on crumbled beneath his feet. Reggie briefly managed to grab onto the ledge as the rest of him slammed into the wall. Luke wasn’t certain if it was Reggie’s grip or the ledge that gave out and sent the boy hurtling the remaining distance to the ground.

Reggie managed to maintain silence the entire time. Even when he landed in a heap and immediately curled tightly into himself. Luke and Julie on the other hand more than made up for it with their screams and concerned cries.

“Reggie?” Julie’s voice rang out echoing off the walls of the two buildings and it made the boy flinch. Something was very wrong. Noise hadn’t made him flinch like that for months now.

All it took was a brief exchange of worried glances before Luke and Julie both raced back down the ladder they had used to get up here in the first place.

By the time they’d made it back to solid earth, Reggie was leaning heavily into the wall. Silently he hobbled on one leg as quickly as he could away from where he’d just made all the noise. Clearly he was avoiding putting any weight on the leg closest to the wall.

Luke caught up with him quicker than Julie, his stride giving him the slightest advantage.”Reg where are you go-?”

Reggie moved so quickly Luke hadn’t even registered what happened until he was pinned back against the wall, a hand firmly placed over his mouth. Luke inhaled sharply as his stomach dropped. He hadn’t seen Reggie this manically panicked about sound since he first woke up on this side of the outer wall. The only difference now was Reggie’s bottom lip was bleeding from where his teeth had sunk into it.

Somehow, something happened during his fall that dragged him back there. Back to outside the wall again. Fear and pain had a funny way of doing that to people. Forcibly taking them back to their worst moments.

Julie must have noticed as well because her footsteps no longer echoed down the small alley. Luke could see her inching closer out of the corner of his eye. So could Reggie as his eyes flicked towards his direction. Although it was just as likely he could still hear her, his hearing being more attuned to those sorts of sounds than theirs ever had.

Cautiously Luke wrapped one his hands up to the back of Reggie’s head and forced the boy to look at him. Then he used his other hand to move Reggie’s from its position over his mouth to over his chest. Finally he focused on taking long slow breaths, while keeping his eyes as gentle and non threatening as he could.

Reggie’s confusion managed to show through his overwhelming panic. Yet Luke kept up the breathing, remembering Alex’s breathing exercises for his panic attacks. It seemed to be working at least a little.

“Shhh” Julie breathed out from off to the side and gently laid one of her own hands on Reggie’s shoulder as he tensed up again. “Shhhh, Reggie you’re safe.”

A glimmer of recognition crossed over Reggie’s eyes, “Luke?”

“Yeah buddy, Julie and I are here.” Luke whispered, although he knew he wasn’t as good as the other two. Slowly he pulled Reggie into a loose hug. “You’re safe.”

A barely audible relieved but pained whimper dislodged itself from Reggie’s throat as he collapsed into and then slid down the wall. The panicked look fully subsided as he did so, his teeth finally releasing their hold on his bloodied lower lip.

“Reggie?” Julie kept her voice low as she gently placed a hand on his cheek. “That was quite the fall, are you ok?”

“I think.” Reggie spoke, voice hoarse. He grimaced, eyes now screwed shut tight. “I think my leg is broken.”

Luke grimaced as well, but from the guilty pit that dug into his stomach. He didn’t need it but he didn’t fight it when Julie turned around and slapped his arm. She at least didn’t say the ‘I told you so’, he knew she was thinking.

The two didn’t linger in the alley any longer. Luke bent down and wrapped an arm around Reggie’s waist while Reggie wrapped one of his around Luke’s neck. Julie plastered herself in a similar fashion to Reggie’s other side. Luke knew he was carrying most of Reggie’s weight though.

Slowly the three of them made their way back home and Reggie to the medical care he needed for his leg. Julie complained the entire time that she wasn’t about to let either of them do something that stupid ever again.

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Injuries

#reggie peters #julie molina #luke patterson #jatp #julie and the phantoms #AU #prompt fic #injuries

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hongjoongscafe · 1 year

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I posted 2,434 times in 2022

That's 1,848 more posts than 2021!

549 posts created (23%)

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#just tagging these so that more people can see this and reblog stuff related to this protest.

My Top Posts in 2022:

Stay with me

Part 10 {serieslist}

|In the police station|

Pairing: hamsterhybrid!hongjoong×reader

Genre: fluff, angst, smut.

Summary: she couldn't help but adopt the sweet and shy but stressed hybrid. Will he be able to open up?

Warnings: mention of rape and abuse.

Word count: 2.8k+

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*GASP*

Your eyes shot open, the chest was heaving. It was getting difficult to breathe properly, your body covered in a cold sweat. You felt like your whole life fell apart.

The nightmare.

You remember opening the door and being welcomed by the weirdest heart-wrecking scene.

All of Hongjoong's stuff was neatly placed in the middle of the room. His phone, laptop, toys, clothes, shoes, canvas, paints, all the things which you bought for him.

Looking at the bed, you saw the open music box and the melody was playing. Under the box, a paper was peaking out. You picked the paper and unfolded it.

Dear owner,

Thank you for the fake goodness and kindness. I think I'm not deserving. You should find someone else for that. I think I'm too bad for your fake love. But in all honesty, thank you for the good food and the good mattress to sleep on. I hope you will feel less burdened that I'm gone now. Don't find me.

HJ.

Apart from this, you remembered calling Seonghwa. That's all your kind self could remember.

You looked around and found yourself in your room, under the sheets. Suddenly, your first instinct was to run and check if this whole was a nightmare. So you did.

You got up and took long steps towards Hongjoong's room. Opening to room, you found the same scene as you remembered. Tears slipped down your cheeks. This was not supposed to happen.

'Why would you leave? Who told you that my love for you is fake? What have I done? Come back, Joongie. Come on talk to me,' questions on questions were forming in your head.

All doubts in the world encircled you. Then you remembered your behavior of last night.

"Fuck!" You screamed.

That's it! You were the one who pushed the innocent hybrid away. You shouldn't have done that. You could have been more aware of his situation. But what's done is done.

"Love?" Seonghwa and Wooyoung rushed upstairs.

"H-Hwa... Woo-Woo," your breath shivered. "Where did he go? Why? Bring him back!" You cried.

Seonghwa and Wooyoung engulfed you in their embraces. They could feel the hurt and regret you were feeling. They knew how much you started to care for him, love him. It was difficult for them to see you crying.

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120 notes - Posted March 3, 2022

Short imagine...

9:37 PM (Ateez Hongjoong) (smut)

Warnings: pussy spanking, degradation

His face was in-between her thighs. Teasing her with feather-light kisses on the fresh bites he sculpted on her inner thighs.

"Please..." Her voice was breathy.

"Please what?" He blows his warm breath on her bare cunt.

"P-please touch me," she moaned.

"Bad girls don't deserve to be touched," she flinched and let out a broken moan when she felt a spank on her pussy.

"I-I didn't do anything!" She cried.

"Oh? Really? Should I tell you then? Hmm? How you were all over Seonghwa? I bet you would love to have his dick in your tight cunt. Right, baby? Is that what you want?" Spank.

"N-no," spank.

"How about you become our personal whore? For ATEEZ? I bet the other seven will enjoy having their dicks in your useless holes. Don't you think?" Spank.

"Sorry! Sorry, master! I won't go near them," spank.

"You better not," spank.

"But for now, be a good girl and suck master's big dick," spank.

125 notes - Posted January 31, 2022

Stay with me

Part: 7 {serieslist}

|In the moment|

Pairing: hamsterhybrid!hongjoong×reader

Genre: angst, fluff, smut(👀)

Summary: she couldn't help but adopt the sweet and shy but stressed hybrid. Will he be able to open up?

Warnings: blow job, masturbation.👀

Word count: 3.4k+

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The venue for the wedding was spectacular. The nice white-toned theme with floral decorations. The candle lamps hang beautifully above the tables. The centerpiece of the table, Persian buttercup flowers, looked so accurate. The smell of floral mixed with guests' perfume, added a much more weddingy feeling.

Hongjoong stood there adoring the sight. He came here with dad Jackson. Since you and Mumma Jane were supposed to get ready at the beauty salon.

He was taken back. The details and how everything looked so wonderful. There was a different vibe in the air.

"Ah! I have never seen such a wonderful wedding! Everything looks so beautiful," Wooyoung said but then he sniffed, "Oh! The food also smells good!" He giggled.

"Manners Wooyoungie," Seonghwa kissed his temple.

"Don't worry, Seonghwa. Let the young man enjoy..." Dad Jackson patted Wooyoung's back. "Wooyoung, you can eat as much as you want!"

"Thank you!" Wooyoung was so happy to be there. They both already started loving your family.

"Jackson, we are so happy to be here. Wooyoung is just so excited... Please don't mind his silliness, he is just a naive boy," Seonghwa side hugged his Wooyoung.

"Ah! No, Seonghwa. We already love him. Don't worry. He is a smart little guy," Dad Jackson cheered. "Oh look! My Jane darling is looking so beautiful and my little sweet potato, oh so pretty!"

Everyone turned where you and Mumma Jane were.

Hongjoong spotted you immediately. His mouth opened a bit. 'So pretty, marvelous, no! No word will justice her beauty' he thought. You just looked so gorgeous in that peachy shade full-length dress with fluffy sleeves. A little fluffy and frilly dress made you look like an angel. The matching heels and a loose messy bun with subtle makeup, oh god, just perfect.

"You look so amazing, y/n and Jane!" Wooyoung jogged towards them.

"Yes, you both look so adorable!" Seonghwa complimented. "And Jane, you don't look like a mother of two! So young."

"Right? She does look so young," Dad Jackson nudged Mumma Jane's arm playfully. "Now you believe? When I say you don't believe, but now you should!" Mumma Jane chuckled.

"Oky! Oky, I look young, happy?" They all laughed.

"Now we need to look after a few things, you kids enjoy!" Dad Jackson announced.

Seonghwa and Wooyoung went away to look at the beautiful place, that's what they said but in reality, they went away to give you and Hongjoong some privacy.

There was a beat of silence. Hongjoong's saucer eyes were admiring you and you took a good look at him. You realized that his necktie was of the same color as your dress. You remember showing Seonghwa the dress you bought. And Seonghwa was the one who took Hongjoong shopping. 'Smart, huh, Seonghwa' you thought.

"How do I look, Joongie?" You shyly asked.

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135 notes - Posted January 9, 2022

Blind Beauty

{one}{two}{three}

Pairing: blind!hongjoong×insecure! reader(grace)

Genre: fluff, angst, implied smut, nudity

Summary: only the mind's eyes can see the true beauty.

Warnings: DIALOGUES. otherwise, nothing for this part.

Word count: 8k+

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Note: I know I said I'm on a break but I wrote this part a month ago. So, I'm just posting it. The next part will be out somewhere in the summers.

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"You bloody asshole!" The shrill voice yelling at someone caught her attention as she was walking out of the coffee shop.

It was a little above four in the evening. Her work finished earlier than usual. All of her days pass by her drowning herself in the work. She was a CEO, founder, and designer of a semi-luxury clothing brand, The Glorious. Taking some time off from routine, made her happy and relaxed. She planned the rest of the day perfectly.

"You just touched my $1000 Louis Vuitton purse with your filthy stick!" She yelled.

The shrill voice lady's $1000 purse was on the ground as she was lounging outside, enjoying her drink from the same cafe.

Her eyes fell on the man, who was standing there with a distant look on his face and a white cane in his hand.

"Hey, you!" She got the attention of that shrill voice lady. "What is your problem? Why are you harassing him?"

"See his filthy stick just touched my $1000 Louis Vuitton purse. Who even allows these blind people to get out of their poor houses!?"

"Enough! Your bag was on the goddamn ground. Which is more filthy but not more than your personality!" She answered back.

"How dar—"

"What? Huh? Do you even know what you are saying and to whom you are saying it? You spoilt rich assholes think so highly of yourself that you even forget that you are a human too! Shame on such a human being. You better apologize to the young man!" The shrill voice lady was shocked when she lashed out at her.

"N-no it's fine, really, no need to apologize," the man said.

"It might be oky for you, but not with me..." She gently said. "And you, what are you looking at? Say sorry and get the fuck out of here."

"Sorry..." The lady whispered, shaking in anger.

"You fucking say it or else I'm throwing your drink at your disgusting self!" She demanded.

"I'm sorry for harassing you. Oky!?" The lady grabbed her $1000 purse and got lost in the crowd.

She let out a deep sigh.

"Hey, I'm sorry about her. She shouldn't have said those things," she apologized properly on her behalf. "I don't know how people can be so insensitive!"

The man chuckled.

"It's fine, really. Her bag must be precious to her," he smiled.

"No, don't say that. Her bag can fuck off. She was mean for no reason and she didn't even apologize properly," she pouted. She was filled with humanity and kindness. It was so uncomfortable for her if someone would disrespect someone for no specific reason. So when she heard that shrill voice lady yelling at this fine man— he looks young by his face, though, made her boiling angry.

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152 notes - Posted February 15, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Iran protest.

I never ask for reblogs but this needs to be reblogged. I'm not seeing many reblogs or posts about this in my feed. Whatever is happening in Iran, needs exposure to more and more people around the world. In the name of religion and morality, an innocent lost her life. We can never even know how many people have already lost their lives in the past years.

They talk about morality but do the most disgusting thing. It shouldn't be "Morality Police" when they are moral-less themselves and beat an individual to literal death.

Nobody can tell you how you want to wear your hijab or if you wanna wear it at all. It's about respect from the heart. And it is great shame on the Iranian government for trying to hide everything.

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𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒇𝒍𝒂𝒈𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔

summary ─ spending three months with a stranger whom you shared a house with apparently was not enough to know them. apparently it led you to ignore a lot of warnings that you should have seen before, but it was too late.

pairing ─ roommate!steve kemp x nurse!reader

warnings ─ smut, +18, fresh spoilers, DARK FIC, strangers to friends to lovers, mentions of c*nnibalism, kissing, pet names, dirty talk, fluff, roommate au, there is no happy ending, implied major character death, knife play, blood play, marking, biting, creampie, masochism/sadism, light degradition, light d/s

a/n ─ this is for april 1st, roommates au day. happy roomie day! it’s my first steve fic, so i might have fucked it up a bit, plz forgive lol. hope you like it! please leave a comment if you do! thank youuu <33

title and the lyrica used at the end of the fic are from red flags and long nights by she wants revenge + amazing moodboard by @pinkiebieberpie

It was your friend’s acquaintance who sent you the message: “Heard you are looking for a place? If you’re good with a male roommate, they have an offer for you.” There was a phone number under the message, and you didn’t hesitate to call.

Thinking back, maybe you should have.

“Hello?” A male voice answered the call, and you swallowed. Rubbing your sweaty hands on your pants, you licked your lips.

“I called for the roommate offer? A friend of mine knows you, I guess?” You said, voice trembling only a little. The man made a confused sound and stayed silent for a couple seconds before he let out a ‘ah!’. You bit your lip.

“Yeah, I remember,” he said. “You good with sharing it with me? I mean I usually come home late, leave early, and there are days where I never stop by because I get held up at work.” You frowned. What sort of job he must have been working at to keep him busy like this, you wondered. Then, you heard him chuckle. “I’m a surgeon. Late hours at hospital with operations take a lot of my time.” You felt your cheeks heating up at his words.

“You’re a mind reader, too, I think,” you murmured, making him chuckle again. “Surgeon, though. Why do you need a roommate?” He must be making a lot of money, you thought to yourself. There wasn’t a need for him to get a roommate.

“I can only stay alone for so long, you know,” he explained. “I come home, and it’s dead. No lights, no sounds. My place looks like a photo from a catalogue.” Then, he sighed. You could hear the exhaustion in his voice, and your heart constricted in its small cage. “I just want someone around me, I guess.” You smiled wryly.

“You can get a date for that,” you grumbled and stopped, realizing what you just said. The line stayed quiet before he laughed loudly. You smiled, cringing at yourself, but pleased to hear him laugh. “I’m sorry,” you whispered.

He chuckled. “No, it’s fine,” he assured you. “You are right, I can get a date for that, if I had the time.” He made a noise that sounded like regret. “It’s another reason why I want a roomie. I don’t have time to date or make friends, so I’m thinking I can at least cover the friend part with a roommate.” You let out a soft, broken sound.

“That sucks,” you murmured. “How long have you been a surgeon?” You asked. He cleared his throat.

“Not for too long. Technically, I’m in school still,” he said. “Mastering on Plastic Surgery, Cosmetics? Yeah.” You raised your brows, impressed. “So, if you don’t mind a male roomie, you can come and check out the place today.”

A shiver of excitement went through your body. “Yeah? Aren’t you busy today?” You asked. He hummed.

“Nope. It’s my off day,” he said. “I do have a shift way too early in the morning, though, ugh,” he grumbled. You chuckled lightly.

“Alright,” you agreed. “Can I get the address?”

“You absolutely can.”

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As you stepped out of the bus, you saw a man waiting for someone next to the stop. He was looking at the timestamps of the buses that were to be arrived, and when he heard the one you were in stopped, he turned around. You thought that it might be Steve. Your probably future roommate.

If it was him, then damn, because he was handsome as hell.

He had dark brown, mid-length hair that curled at the base of his nape. He was clean shaved and had an adorable chin cleft. He had plush, very-kissable-looking lips and very beautiful, ocean blue eyes. He was in casual clothes: Dark blue pants, maroon, soft sweater and light grey jacket. His tall figure was towering almost everyone at the bus stop.

“Steve?” You tried your shot, and the guy looked at you. “Are you Steve Kemp?” He nodded and smiled widely. Sheesh, damn, alright, you thought as you blinked at the brightness of his smile.

“Hey!” He greeted you. Walking up to you, he extended his hand. You grabbed it, relishing on the feeling of his large hand practically swallowing yours and its heat warming yours almost immediately. You smiled. “Nice timing, I just came.” He chuckled.

“Yeah, I have psychic abilities like that,” you joked lamely. Steve chuckled.

“Shall we?” He pointed the empty sidewalk, and you nodded. Both of you started walking down the sidewalk, side to side, elbows touching each other.

“Okay,” you said. “Tell me about yourself?” Steve hummed.

“Well, I don’t know what it is there for me to tell you since I don’t have a life,” he murmured, rolling his eyes at himself. You grinned. “But, uh, I like cooking? Whenever I have time, I cook, and I like listening to some music while cooking. So, I hope it’s alright.”

“Are you kidding? It’s totally okay,” you waved a hand. “I’m not much of a cook, so you might have to teach me a couple things if you want to come home to a cooked meal every once in a while.” You chuckled, scrunching up your nose. Then, you frowned. “That is, if we become roomies.” Steve waved a hand like you. “Anyways, continue?” He nodded.

You talked about yourselves throughout the whole walk to his place. You were also trying to pay attention to the streets you were walking so that if this thing became serious, you would be able to find your way without looking at the navigation almost every time. It was fairly easy to learn the way to his place, though. Steve was showing you which corner to turn and which stores to past to reach the apartment between one conversation and the other.

Steve was a cool guy, you realized as he talked about himself. He liked cooking, listening to music, and you learned that he was a vegetarian. He said that he didn’t like to eat meat and loved vegetables. Creamy pasta was his favorite meal, he said. He liked to cook it with meatballs that he made the vegan way. He also had a wine collection that he liked to open one sometimes. He liked reading, too, and he told you that he liked the thriller and science fiction books the most. He had a sister, was from Texas, and his parents weren’t around. He was doing good by himself, though, he added.

“We’re here,” he announced when you came to a stop in front of a big brownstone house. Your eyes widened.

“I think you forgot to mention that you are living in a castle-like place,” you whispered. Then, you looked at him, couldn’t stop the urge to hit him lightly on his arm. “I thought you were living in an apartment!” You hissed. Steve laughed.

“I’m sorry that I forgot to tell you,” he said. “But I told you that I am a surgeon,” he murmured, then. “You seriously expected an apartment? I suffered my way through med school for years for nothing, sweetheart.” You huffed out a breath, cheeks warming up at the pet name, you rolled your eyes. Steve grinned at you cheekily. He pulled out his keys and unlocked the door.

You walked inside after him. Your eyes were wide as you took in the look of his place. Dark brown, honey and crème colors were heavy inside. It was a deliciously designed house, you thought. The kitchen was large and had enough space for two people to cook at the same time. Right across the kitchen, there was living room. Very comfy looking couches and armchairs had filled the space, and the look completed with a small coffee table in the middle. You saw the small drink tray resting against the gray-ish white color wall. There was a large fire place. On the kitchen’s left, there was a dining table with eight chairs.

“This place is beautiful,” you whispered. Steve smiled behind you.

“Glad you liked it,” he murmured. “Come, let me show you the other rooms.” You walked into the living room with Steve in front of you and passed the threshold. On your right, there was a long hall with three doors. “First one is my sort-of office. I check out patient’s files in here.” He pointed the second door right in front of his office one. “This is my bedroom,” he said, cracking the door open slightly. You could see the dark green bedsheets, but you didn’t try to see more. Bedrooms meant privacy at the end. Steve, then, turned to the last door which was across his bedroom door only it was at the end of the hall. “This is going to be your bedroom if we become roomies.” He opened the door.

The inside of the room was spacey. There was a desk, already, and a bed without a mattress. A long mirror was covering the left wall almost from left to right. There was another door in the room which you assumed was the bathroom. The closet was embedded into the wall and was large. The soft carpet was covering the light brown hardwood beneath your feet.

“It’s amazing,” you said, honesty falling from your lips easily. Steve kept smiling behind you, pleased that you liked his place. “How much do you want?” You asked him. You had a budget, and you weren’t earning much from your current job. It was one of the main reasons why you decided to have a roommate, actually.

Steve hummed. “How about we talk about that after I make you a coffee?” He offered. “I’d feel better if we were sitting down and talk.” You gasped jokingly.

“It’s that much, huh,” you said forlornly. Steve snorted.

“You’re being dramatic,” he grumbled and made his way back to his kitchen. Chuckling lightly, you followed him. You sat down on one of the red bar stools and rested your elbows on the island. Steve pulled out a coffee package from one of the cabinets and poured some into a small glass-thingy, turning on the machine and letting the coffee brew nicely. He grabbed two cups from the rack and took out a small package of chocolate. After everything was ready and only thing he needed to do was to wait for coffee to finish brewing, he turned to you.

“Alright,” he started. “Excuse my French, but tell me what do you do and how much you can pitch in monthly without getting yourself into financial troubles,” he ordered. You cleared your throat.

“Well,” you murmured. “I work at a hospital like you, actually,” you smiled at his surprised face. “I’m a nurse.” You told him the amount of money you earn and how much you could give him, like he ordered you to. Steve hummed. He scratched his jaw absentmindedly. You could see that he was thinking very hard, gears turning in his head as he thought about the things you said. He hummed again, sounding deeper, as the coffee machine beeped. Without saying anything, Steve turned around and poured the freshly brewed coffee into the cups he prepared.

“What are you paying for your current place?” He asked. You told him. He nodded. “Alright, give me the half of what you are paying now, and we’ll have a deal.” Your eyes widened.

“That’s…” You blinked. “Are you sure? You live like King, and I saw that room, Steve.” He shrugged.

“Then, you should know that I don’t have money issues, honey,” he murmured, sipping his coffee. “I simply want company. So, I don’t care much about the price.” You continued to blink. He was practically asking you to pay almost… nothing. Especially to a place like his. Damn.

You bit your lip. “Are you sure?” You couldn’t help but ask again. “There isn’t a catch, right?” Steve frowned.

“No, of course not!” He said, looking a bit offended. “I just told you. All I want is company. If I wanted money, I probably would have bought my fourth apartment and rented them to some people already, but I don’t. I don’t need it.” You sighed. Taking a sip of your coffee, you couldn’t help but hummed appreciatively at the taste. It was a high-quality one, apparently.

“Okay,” you said after a long moment of hesitation. “That means you better teach me how to cook since that will be the only thing I can do in return.” Steve dismissively waved a hand around with a smile on his handsome face.

“Don’t worry about it,” he said. “But I’ll teach you if you really want to learn.” You nodded. He seized you up for a second and nodded back. He extended his hand.

“Welcome, roomie,” Steve said. You held his hand.

“Thanks, roomie,” you murmured and smiled at him.

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Living with Steve wasn’t a hardship, you realized once you hit the three-month mark.

Like he said, Steve wasn’t around much. He had at least one day off in a week, and it was the only day where you both would sit down and watch a movie from his laptop. He said that his TV order got fucked up because of the shipment issues and he had to wait while they fixed it, so until then you didn’t have TV. It was alright, though. Steve’s sound system was amazing, and it meant you got to listen to your favorite songs almost every day.

On his day off, Steve would teach you the basics of cooking. He started you with easy stuff like breakfast. You knew your way around preparing breakfast, but the techniques he showed you just for the omelet he made were so amazing that you decided that you knew nothing.

Other than his day off, you saw him only two evenings of the week. In the mornings, he would leave the house by the time you woke up, but he was charming and thoughtful enough to brew fresh coffee to you. You thanked him with baking him healthy sweets or preparing sandwiches for him to take with him to work ─although it felt weirdly domestic.

Steve was a good friend, too. He was a good listener and always gave good advice on even the small things. Even though it was way too early for to share these sorts of things with him because you’ve only known him for three months, you had had to tell him about your ex because he followed you back at his place. It was his safety and privacy on the line, too, and he deserved to know.

When you told this to Steve, he was more worried about you than his own safety. It was touching, really, but you still felt a bit bad and guilty for getting him into this. He brushed you off, said that it was okay and he would take care of it.

That he did.

Steve simply asked for a name, and you gave him because the guy had followed you to his home. Normally, he would send you shit ton of messages, would leave many voicemails and you’d see a lot of missed calls from him, but after you gave his name to Steve, you didn’t hear anything. There were no texts, no voicemails, no missed calls. It was like he disappeared. You were thankful, but it didn’t stop you worrying. So, you asked Steve about him.

“Oh, I talked to him with my lawyer, and he got scared,” was his answer. “Last I heard from him he was fleeing out of the country,” he added. Apparently, his lawyer had informed him about it. You didn’t think much about it. You saw his brother posting about him the other day, so Steve was right: Your ex-boyfriend had indeed fled out of the country.

A couple days after the night you asked Steve about him, Steve decided to cook for you. You insisted on helping him, but he was adamant on not needing any help.

“You just sit there and look pretty for me, alright?” He said, winking. Then, he pulled out some meat from the fridge. You frowned, ignoring the way his words made your whole body burn.

“I thought you were vegetarian,” you said. He hummed approvingly.

“I am, but this is for you,” he murmured, making a show off pulling out a knife from its wood holder. You chuckled. “I may not eat animals, but it doesn’t mean I don’t know how to cook them.”

“I didn’t say that,” you grumbled. Steve huffed out a laugh.

“I know you didn’t.” He shrugged. You rolled your eyes and sent him a soft smile. Your eyes never left his tall and athletic body as he chopped and cooked for you. Steve was really nice. He was playful and knew how to handle rough situation calmly. You liked that about him very much. You sighed.

“How about some music?” You offered.

“Hmm,” he hummed. “Thought you never ask,” he added, flashing you a dark look. You managed to surpass a shiver and moved to his sound system, opening his Spotify, you picked one of his playlists and let it play in shuffle.

“I love this song!” You exclaimed as the first notes of Gimme! Gimme! Gimme! started playing. Steve chuckled.

“You like ABBA?” He asked. You looked at him as if he grew out a second head.

“Are you kidding? I love ABBA,” you said. Steve chuckled again. He dumped something into the pot and turned down the stove to low. He washed his hands before he dumped some rice into another pot and pressed a couple buttons.

“Wanna dance?” He offered, extending his hands. You nodded excitedly and grabbed them. You started swaying on your place and singing the song.

Steve shimmied his shoulders, urging you to do the same, and twirled you around. You stood next to him as you swayed left and right. Shoulder shimmy, hip check, twirl and left-to-right sway: You had a stupid but fun chorography. Both of you laughed and continued to sing the song as you kept dancing. At one point, Steve grabbed you by the waist and pulled you against his chest, continuing his shoulder shimmying. After a minute, ABBA bled into Brian Adams. Everything I Do (I Do It For You) started to echo in the room, and the fun air between you and Steve turned into a little heavy and, weirdly, romantic one.

Steve twirled you around as you lifted your arms to wrap them around his neck. His hands moved along your arms, hands cradled your face gently and briefly before they fell back into their place on your waist, you swayed gently to the song. Delicious food smell reached to your nose, and you hummed. You could name the spices he used, not all of them, and your mouth watered at the smell of meat cooking in the pot. You hummed once again as the song died down. It left its place to a Frank Ocean song, and both of you took a step back from each other.

“I’ll check the food,” Steve said. You nodded and went back to your seat. “It was fun, though,” he added. “We should do that again. You’re a good dance partner.” You chuckled.

“Sure,” you shrugged. “I don’t mind dancing with you. You have nice taste in music.” He looked at you over his shoulder and winked. You felt the heat creep up your cheeks.

Steve was unashamedly flirtatious. He never hid the way he looked at you. His blue eyes would move up and down your body whenever you came across to him before you leave for work, and he was generous with his compliments. He’d call you sweet names sometimes, such as honey or sweetheart. Once, he brought some flowers to you on his way back home when he left work a little early, and it was a nice surprise.

What you and Steve had was a little bit more than roommates, you had to admit that. You weren’t exactly friends, although you were very well on your way there, but you did tether the edge of being lovers. It kind of scared you; how in tune you were with each other, and how nicely you got along. Steve’s work hours were shit, but he always, somehow, managed to make it up to you. It was either him coming home with flowers, or him cooking for you, or him treating you with a freshly baked sweets filled box sent to your work place. The nurses you work with were giving you eyes, jabbing at you for hiding your boyfriend, and refused to believe you when you said he wasn’t your boyfriend.

When you thought about it, Steve did act a lot like a boyfriend would. Weirdly, the thought didn’t bother you much.

You wouldn’t mind having Steve as your partner, if you had to be honest with yourself. Even though he worked at odd hours, he’d make a nice partner, you thought.

“Earth to Y/N,” Steve murmured, waving a hand in front of your face. You blinked. “Hey, welcome back! How was your nap?” You rolled your eyes, slapping his hand away lightly. He grinned.

“Ruined, thanks to you,” you grumbled playfully. His grin turned into a smirk. He pushed a deep bowl of food in front of you and placed the utensils next to it.

“Will this help you to forgive me?” He asked. His blue eyes were sparkling.

You licked your lips and looked at the food he cooked for you. It was nicely cooked Beef and Veggie Stir-Fry with rice. It smelled so good that your stomach growled loudly, startling you with the sound and making Steve laugh.

“Dig in,” he said. “I’m just gonna get my own plate and join you in a minute.” You nodded as your hands moved to grab the utensils. You took a half spoon of rice and placed some thinly sliced beef on top of it, adding the peppers and small mushrooms on top, and stuffed it into your mouth. You moaned at the taste. Your jaw working quickly on chewing the food in your mouth, you just closed your eyes and relished the taste.

“You cook meat so nicely,” you told Steve once you swallowed your bite. Steve smiled, his eyes were shining and there was a little darkness in them that you missed because you were looking at his plate. “Meatballs?” A smile took over your lips.

“Falafel,” he said, shrugging and took his seat across you. “Thank you, by the way,” he added. “I like that you like my cooking.” You widened your eyes at him.

“Are you kidding, I can’t eat outside anymore because of you,” you exclaimed. “They don’t cook the food like you do.” Shrugging, you tried to ignore the heat on your cheeks. Steve’s smile widened, turned softer and fonder.

“Aw,” he joked. “Thanks, bubs.” You rolled your eyes.

“Eat your falafels, Kemp,” you told him before stuffing some rice in your mouth to stop yourself from saying something stupid. Chuckling, Steve did as you said and cut his meatballs in half and took some rice with his spoon like you did, the food disappeared into his mouth, and he sighed. You shook your head slightly.

“You should stop starving yourself while working,” you murmured as you stabbed a beef piece with your fork and popped it into your mouth. Steve sighed again and swallowed his food.

“I know,” he grumbled. “I just forget because it gets so busy.” His shoulders slumped as he cut up another piece. “I’m trying to do better on that, but… It doesn’t work very well.” He forced out a chuckle. “Your sandwiches and baking work pretty good so far, though.” He tilted his head and smiled at you. “I like your cookies very much.”

“Aw,” you mimicked him. “Thanks, bubs.” Steve snorted and nudged your foot with his gently. You giggled. “Wanna watch a movie after?” You asked. Steve nodded.

“Sure,” he said. “Your pick?” You hummed.

“How about you pick one while I clean up here?” You offered. “You didn’t let me help with cooking. At least let me clean.” Steve looked at you for a couple seconds, knowing that it was hard to stop you once you put something in your mind.

“Fine,” he agreed, defeated. “We’re watching the Devil’s Advocate, though,” he added. You nodded.

“Alright,” you said. “I like Keanu Reeves and Al Pacino.” You hummed. “Charlize Theron is also amazing. The accents,” you snapped your fingers. “Should make you feel at home a little.” Steve snorted again before laughing loudly at your words. “Well, I remember they were somewhere from south, not Texas, but somewhere close.” Steve giggled.

“It was Alabama, I think,” he said. You nodded.

“Yeah, it’s pretty close.” Steve rolled his eyes.

“Never change, honey,” he murmured and went back to his meal, leaving you all flushed and tongue-tied.

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The door rattled violently when it got slammed shut by your back: Steve’s plush lips were on yours, kissing you breathless. You were plastered against the door, his athletic body touching you from head to toe while he was kissing the ever loving the shit out of you.

His large and warm hands were grabbing your thighs, squeezing the soft meat and digging his nails into the skin. Your skirt was ridden up already. Your chest was heaving as you tried to match his passion. Steve’s kisses were aggressive with a pinch of possessiveness in them, and they were dominating. He was forcing you to obey him just with his kisses, and you felt dizzy at the feeling.

“Steve…” You whimpered. He hummed, moving his lips to your neck, not passing by your jaw without nibbling on it. You pulled on his hair at the light pain his nibbles left behind.

You were sort of glad that you called Steve to pick you up after the night out you had with your friends. It was late, and Steve did offer to take you home since he was going to be at the hospital longer than usual. You had agreed and texted him when you were done, and he was in front of the bar in twenty minutes. You offered him to buy him a drink because he looked a bit worn out and bored, and he readily agreed.

He had told you how one of his operations today had gone bad and the patient was in a slightly critical condition. You had held his hand, rubbed his back and stroked his hair while trying to assure him. This was what you did when you had to give your patient bad news (well, maybe you didn’t pet their hair). It worked most of the time, and it seemed to work on Steve a little as well because soon, you were back to flirting without an ounce of shame.

You were hyperaware of the looks Steve was giving you while sipping his drink, chewing his cherries and laughing at your lame jokes. You had gotten close like you weren’t almost sitting on his lap already. You could see the lust and slight darkness his dilated pupils carried when he had placed his hand on your thigh, pulling you into his body, and your laughter turned into breathy chuckles and your talking voice into whispers as you somehow had fallen into a foreplay.

The tension you had in the car was almost too much, but both of you had managed to keep it together until you were inside the house.

The closeness and whispered words you had at the bar had led you to this moment: Your thighs wrapped around his middle as he walked towards his bedroom, his lips never leaving your skin; always kissing, nibbling or sucking lightly. You were slowly running out of words to use, going non-verbal, but it didn’t seem to bother him.

What little breath you had left in your lungs got knocked out when Steve dropped you on the bed unceremoniously. You bounced once, twice, before Steve yanked your shoes off. Lifting your upper body off the bed, you almost ripped the long-sleeved crop you had on you and threw it on his bedroom floor. As soon as your hands were free, you grabbed Steve by the collar of his sweater and pulled him in, lips crashing once again.

“Off,” you whispered right before you dove in to kiss him. Your hands were clawing his soft sweater, trying to be careful not to rip the nice sweater off, you only helped him rucking it up to his armpits. Steve yanked the cloth off with his undershirt and dropped it on the ground, leaving himself bare-chested. You gasped lightly as you looked at him. There was no hair on his chest, all smooth and tanned and muscled skin for you to touch, and maybe, to mark.

Groaning, you opened the button of his jeans, pulling the zipper down, you yanked them half-way down to his thighs. Steve got off the bed to take them off fully. He ditched his jeans with his boxers, leaving them on the ground when he saved his feet from them. He pulled his socks off, too, before climbing back on the bed.

As he walked on his knees and hands towards you, you couldn’t help but shiver at how predatory he looked. His blue eyes were no longer blue but black. The lust was visible on his face, you felt like you could grasp his lust in your hands. You panted lightly as Steve took his place over your body, caging you successfully and dropping his naked body onto yours.

“You’re so pretty,” he whispered, fingertips moving on your skin gently. You shivered. “Your skin is so smooth…” He hummed and leaned in. You gasped loudly at the bite he left right on your breast. “Whenever I see you in dresses, skirts or even in your pajamas,” he continued. “I just want to bite you, leave my mark and let people know that you’re mine.” You shivered again but more violently this time.

“What if I want you to mark me up?” You whispered, heart beating fast as you waited for his response. Steve looked up at you, eyes slightly wide, and smirked.

“That so?” He asked. You nodded. He hummed again, licking over the bite he left on your breast, and you hissed at the sting. Then, he pulled back and got off the bed. “Get naked. I’ll be right back.” You nodded. You watched his naked body as he left the bedroom, and then quickly shed your panties and took of your bra. You threw them on the cloth pile on the ground and laid back down.

Your heart was beating so fast, and the coil was slowly getting tighter in your gut. You knew you were wet, almost dripping even, because your inner thighs felt wet even though you just took off your panties. You whimpered lightly. You heard footsteps nearing the bedroom, and soon, Steve appeared at the door with his all-naked glory. You licked your lips.

God, Steve looked so good. His body was a runner’s body; slim, lean but muscled nonetheless. He had abs, even though they weren’t very prominent they were there and made you want to lick them one by one. His biceps were bulging slightly, but it was his thighs that were marvelous. They were thick and meaty. The sheer power in them was so obviously visible. You wanted to sink your teeth in them, marking him up, so that people would know that he was yours whenever he went on a run with his teeny-tiny shorts.

“You look hungry…” He whispered, a smug smirk on his lips. You hummed.

“You look good enough to eat,” you whispered back. Steve’s breath hitched at your words. He had been wondering for a while now, but he just couldn’t be sure. Slowly, though, he felt like you were showing him your true self, true color, whatever, and Steve couldn’t wait for the day when everything was laid out before him.

He got on the bed, eyes dark and cock hard; Steve took his place between your thighs. “Before we get even more into the business,” he murmured. “You tell me to stop, and I’ll stop. You don’t like something, you tell me and we’ll start over with something you like. Are we good?” You nodded. “Words,” he ordered, voice suddenly hard as steel. “Lemme hear them.” You gulped.

“Yes, we’re good,” you whispered. He licked his lips.

“Good girl,” he murmured and leaned slightly in. “Now, I’m going to tell you what I’m about to do, and you’re gonna tell me if you want it or not, okay?”

“Yes, sir,” you said, response automatic but the ‘sir’ part was totally unintentional. You didn’t miss the way Steve gasped and shivered lightly at it, though. You smiled. You heard him hum and watched him pulling his right hand behind his back. A knife. Your eyes widened, suddenly oxygen was forbidden to your lungs as you looked at it like a deer in headlights.

“I’m going to mark you. I’m going to make you bleed. Are you up for it?” He asked. He sounded and looked serious, and you were aware that it was a serious matter. Swallowing your nerves, you nodded.

“Yes, sir, I am,” you answered him. Steve smiled, pleased. Quickly leaning forward, he kissed you on the lips chastely.

“Good girl, darlin’,” he whispered, making you shiver and hum. “I’m gonna let everyone know that you’re finally mine,” he continued. “Gonna carve my initials right here─” He pressed the very sharp tip of his knife on your lower belly, four fingers above your pussy. You gasped. You could see the tiny drop of blood appear on the tip of the knife. “Then, I’m gonna eat you out.” He licked a line on your neck, right over your widely beating pulse, and bit down harshly. “I just know you’re gonna taste so good…” You whimpered.

“Please,” you begged. “Please, sir, please, please!” Steve shushed you gently. He rubbed his free hand over your arm and thighs, fingers finding their way to your dripping core.

“Maybe I’ll fuck you with it,” he whispered, sounding like he was talking to himself rather talking to you. You let out a confused sound. Flipping the knife between his fingers efficiently, he pressed the knife’s back side on your clit, the sharp side of it was glowing dangerously under the soft bedroom lights. “Bet you’d soak it.” Whimpering again, you panted.

Yes, you thought. I wan’ it. Wan’ it so bad.

When Steve shushed you, you realized you said them out loud. You didn’t mind it, though, because it was the truth. You did want it.

Steve hummed. “Ready?” He asked.

“Yes,” you breathed, arching your back a little towards his body. Steve bit your earlobe, sucking and licking, he trailed the blunt side of the knife even lower. You shivered when you felt the coldness of it. Soon enough, it was warmed by your body heat and slid inside of you slowly.

You gasped when the handle stretched you. It was foreign, something different, and something unique: You loved it. Spreading your legs wider, your hands found themselves a home on Steve’s shoulders. Steve hushed you gently, kissed your neck and stroked your cheek with his free hand. He was moving the handle in and out of you at a steady, slow pace. He was being careful about it, you knew that, but you wanted more.

“God, Steve,” you moaned. “More, please.” You heard a soft rumble coming from his chest right before he picked up the steady pace he set. Steve was fucking the knife handle in and out of you at a rapid pace, now, but still being careful about the sharp side. He was going to make you bleed eventually, but he would like to do that on his own terms rather than by an accident.

Steve’s now-black eyes were watching you with a rapt attention: They never left your face, taking in all the expressions your face show him as he fucked you with his knife handle. It was so sexy─ you were so sexy while letting yourself got lost in the pleasure Steve was giving you. Steve never wanted this moment to end.

“My, you’re lovin’ this,” he whispered. He licked his lips, wetting them, and trailed the tip of his nose along your jaw. He took a deep breath, drawing in your addicting sweet scent: oranges, vanilla hand creme and something that was very unique to you. It had driven him crazy since you stepped foot into his house.

You moaned, louder than before. It was like a siren’s song to Steve. He pulled the knife handle out of you, ignored the pitiful whimpers and crowded you against his pillows and the headboard. His own cock was about to explode. It was so sensitive and hard that he felt like he could come if his cock ever touched your wet and hot core. Thankfully, he had stamina and could hold himself back, so Steve grabbed his cock, squeezing the base of it roughly, and ran the tip up and down your pussy.

“Don’t tease,” you breathed. You were writhing under him like a fish out of the water. Steve just hummed darkly. Pressing against your entrance, he slid home in one singular thrust. You yelped. Your back arched as you buried your head into the pillow, eyes closed and mouth hung open. Steve groaned from deep in his chest. The way your wet walls were hugging his hard and aching cock was an amazing feeling.

Steve never wanted to be out of you.

“Sweetheart,” he whispered, voice sounded strained. “You feel so good…” You mewled at his words. Steve was generous with praises, and they often left you as a stammering mess. Steve praising you while dirty talking the shit out of you? You were about to descend to heaven; you could feel it. You clawed Steve’s chest, leaving red nails on the smooth skin. Steve shuddered. His eyes were closed, cheeks were pink and hair was a mess; he looked perfectly fucked and debauched.

“Hmm, mark me up, beautiful,” he moaned. In response, you dug your nails deeper into the smooth skin of his back. You dragged them down slowly, making sure that you were leaving some deep and angry lines on his back, and gasped loudly when Steve’s hips jerked harshly into you at the pain. Steve’s breath hitched, a small gasp escaped from his parted lips, and he panted into the crook of your neck.

He was such a whore for him pain. He was such a slut for some pain that resulted with him having bloody bruises. Steve moaned loudly.

“Yes,” he hissed. “Gimme me more, c’mon,” he whispered. “Gimme more and I’ll make you scream, come on, honey.” His voice, low and dark and raspy from the lust vibrating in it, made you shiver. Spreading your legs wider, you dug your nails on his chest this time. They were in deeper than they were on his back, and you dragged them down even slower. Steve’s groan was shaky; it rocked you to your core.

Keeping his words, Steve started slamming inside you at a quick fast pace. His balls were kissing your slick skin with each of his thrusts, he grabbed the knife where he placed on the bed. He twirled it between his fingers, pointed the sharp part at the valley of your breasts and pressed it in a little: Enough to draw just a bit of blood to the surface. You gasped at the prickly pain. You hummed your approval into particular moan when his cock hit a specific spot in your pussy.

Steve’s smirk was darker than before.

He pressed the knife in even deeper and moved it down. A straight line between your breasts had appeared, blood shining under the soft, yellow lights of his bedroom. Your walls fluttered around his cock, a shaky gasp left your lungs, and your nails dug themselves deeper into the muscles of his chest.

“Such a fuckin’ slut for pain,” Steve whispered. “Wan’ me to mark you up still?” He, then, asked, and smirked when you nodded eagerly.

“Let them know I’m yours,” you whispered. Steve groaned lowly, appreciatively, under his breath. He stopped moving, didn’t pull out and let you keep his cock warm while he worked on marking you─ which was carving his initials right over your breasts. You gasped, moaned and whimpered at each drag of his knife on your skin. The blood was running down as Steve moved the sharp end, and you could faintly smell the slightly rusty iron scent of it in the air.

“You’re bein’ so good, baby,” he praised. You whimpered at his words. “Almost finished, hang on a bit longer, hm?” His soft voice made you whimper lightly, and Steve hushed you by rubbing a hand on your thigh.

As soon as he was done carving the letters S and K, he threw the knife somewhere in the room and went back snapping his hips in and out of you in a blink. You cried out at the sudden pleasure filling and lightening your body up. Steve leaned forward, arms bracketing you, and stuck his tongue out to lick the blood away from your wound. You hissed at his hot tongue on the cut, the heat was making it burn.

“Ah, fuck, Steve!” You gasped, but Steve didn’t listen to you. His hips were moving even faster, balls hitting against your slick skin and your pussy making obscene sounds at each of his movements, you felt yourself inching closer to your orgasm. Your hands grasped at his back, nails digging into the scars you’ve made there and making him hiss.

His kitten licks on your cut turned into sucking. Steve was practically sucking the blood out of your cut and cleaning the mess. You gasped, ah, ah, ah. Steve didn’t care. He unclenched his jaw, traced the tip of his tongue over the letters and bit down on the softness of one of your breasts harshly, wildly. You screamed in pain at the same time the pleasure exploded in your body, causing you to come around his hard cock. Steve growled as he started snapping his into you without a particular aim but to make himself come. It didn’t take time too long, not when you were digging your nails into his already existing scars.

With a deep groan, Steve came inside you. You could feel the hot liquid coating your still-fluttering walls, and you clenched around him. Steve panted softly, cursing under his breath. After the freight train effect of his orgasm washed away, he pulled out and grabbed your thighs to push them back against your chest so that he could watch the way his come leaking out of you.

“Push it out,” he rasped. You bit your lip as you did as he ordered. You pushed out the white liquid out, letting him watch it drip out of you slowly. Steve groaned, leaning in, he licked it out of you. Your gasp got lost into a moan when he started tongue-ing you. Steve ate his own come out of you, your juices mixing with his, he kept humming and moaning softly against your sensitive folds. You were grabbing his hair, pulling and scratching your nails against his scalp.

When he was done, he sat back on his haunches. His hands were on your thighs still. “We taste so good together,” he whispered. “Your blood tastes so fucking sweet.” You mewled. It was fucked up and twisted maybe, but you were fucking loving it. Steve hummed as he laid next to you. He managed the pull the blanket under you before covering you with it. He pressed a kiss on your shoulder, biting down gently.

“We should clean up,” you slurred, but your eyes were closing already. Steve smiled, dark glints were in his eyes again, but you were too sleepy to see them.

“Later,” he whispered. “Sleep now.”

With a soft hum, you closed your eyes and surrendered your body to sleep, unaware of that it was your very last night breathing…

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Steve was humming to himself as he grabbed the knife and very carefully cut the meat, taking extra care about not severing the flesh too much. He knew how he should cut it, how and where to be careful about cleaning the meat from the bone and how to keep the muscle tissue untouched. He had been doing this for years.

His clients loved the way he prepared his products. They liked the love Steve was performing his skills. Steve’s passion about human flesh and its taste were pouring out of the products he prepares for his clients, and it was what set the bar and made them quality stuff.

Steve murmured the lyrics as they blared from his sound system, lyrics oddly fitting: She tells me just to work right through it; she’s pretty, and I like her, but she’s too well; cause I need red flags and long nights, and she can tell.

Pulling out the plastics, he placed the meat he prepared carefully into them. He put the plastic into its machine, pressing on it and put it on the growing meat package mountain he had on his counter. He had been up since 6AM yesterday. He had been cleaning, cutting and packaging the meat for good twenty-something hours.

It was fun while it lasted, Steve thought and pulled out a small piece of paper. His fingers took a hold of the black pen he usually used, and then he scribbled your name artistically on the blank paper. Then, he placed the meat packages into a big box. He put the paper with your name on it on the top before he sealed it shut.

Steve sighed as he dropped on his comfy couch. He was exhausted, but it was a good kind. His brain was buzzing happily. Getting these kinds of orders ready was something very therapeutic for him, and he honestly loved it.

He stood up to get himself a celebratory drink before going to bed to sleep off the exhaustion of the past twenty hours. Steve was glad that you fell asleep right after he was done fucking you. That way he didn’t need to sedate you and deal with your tantrums when he had to lock you up in his basement. You were sleeping soundlessly when he gave you anesthetics to keep you sleeping for a long time─ enough time for him to cut all the edible flesh out of you, at least. Then, he decided that you deserved a smooth ending ─it wasn’t something he usually did─ and just upped the anesthetics dosage, watching your heart beat slower and slower each passing second until you died.

Downing his drink, Steve went back into his kitchen the clean the what little amount of trash he left around. The song was still playing as he cleaned.

You can occupy my every sigh; you can rent the space inside my mind,

At least until the price becomes too high…

#steve kemp x reader #steve kemp x you #steve kemp imagines #steve kemp fanfiction #steve kemp smut #steve kemp fluff #steve kemp angst #steve kemp au #roommate!steve kemp #red flags and long nights

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hispipsqueak · 2 years

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Hello! I have a request if you don't mind taking.

Can I have where the Obey Me brothers and Dateables (if you do them, minus Luke) where they react to their s/o being in heat for the first time.

They changed their s/o into a demon (with their consent ofc) and it's their mate's first time being in heat.

Dom! Brothers and Dateables plz. But it's ok if no. :)

You got it! I love this request!! I’m a sucker for these boys and I love the creativity of this.

GN! Reader with Dom brothers. I will do the Dateables (Solomon, Barb, Dia, and Simeon) in a later post as I really wanted to get this out first! <3

TW: mentions of breeding though gender is never mentioned, biting, scratching, Levi with multiple appendages, tail fucking, dom brothers, brothers carrying MC, slight consensual somno (Belphie), teasing, slight sweat kink (okay I just want to lick Beel, I'm sorry)

“Where’s MC?”

Lucifer looked at the rest of the brothers who were gathered at the table for breakfast. They all looked at each other.

“That’s weird. MC is usually the first one up.” Levi said, checking the staircase as if you would walk down, somehow just fashionably late. It was then when they heard a low groaning noise coming from upstairs.

Immediately, they flew into action, even Beel who had put down his plate and Belphie who was dozing off. The brothers took off to your room where they could hear you groaning and whimpering through the door. Lucifer knocked.

“MC! Are you hurt?”

You responded with a series of curse words and another groan.

“I’m coming in, okay?”

He pushed open the door.

You lay in bed, face covered in sweat. Your hair was a mess and you groaned, fingers gripping the sheets. Your newly sprouted tail whipped at the bed pathetically and you whimpered, something akin to a small animal. Satan produced a glass of water which you gulped down before letting out another sob.

“Too much….need…” was all you could manage before you let out another whimper.

Lucifer’s eyes widened and he pulled the brothers outside. They could hear you whining and crying from behind the ornate oak door.

“MC has gone into their first heat.”

The boys looked at each other and gulped.

(each scenario is your man of choice and how they deal)

Lucifer

Lucifer pushed open the door, locking it swiftly behind him. He pressed a gloved hand to your forehead, his face shadowed in concern.

“Darling, you are going to be okay. It seems you are going through your first heat. Typically, since we have dealt with this for hundreds of years, we can pass through ours with minimal difficulty. But since this is your first occurrence, it is going to be a bit more difficult.”

Your sweat permeated his gloves and you glared at him, a look he was more familiar giving than receiving.

“YOU DIDN’T THINK TO WARN ME–”, you punctuated your sentence with another cry and Lucifer rushed to you.

“Darling I apologize but you have to remain calm.” Your fingers dug into the side of his collar.

“LUCIFER, I swear by all that exists that I will die if you don’t…” Your body shook and you whimpered, pressing your thighs together. Lucifer immediately took note and nodded.

“Let’s make you more comfortable first and I promise I will relieve every pain, my beloved.” His words did little to soothe you, making you just more needy and wanting. Lifting you up, he wrapped you into his arms and placed you, along with a blanket, into a chair sitting in the corner of your room. Lucifer immediately went to work, stripping off his cloak and laying it in a makeshift nest that he made of your sheets and blankets. Picking you back up, he placed you delicately into the center of the bed.

He pulled off the sheets and his fingers brushed across your feverish skin. You whined, writhing around to force his hand deeper into your shorts.

“Please Lucifer.” Your words were strangled and broken and Lucifer could feel his heart break for you.

“Yes darling. Let me take care of you.”

He stripped off your clothes and his as quickly as he could manage, spurred on by your moans. Pressing his chest to yours, he pressed himself against your hole. You squirmed, trying to force him into you and he slid inside you.

You could feel every ridge of his cock against your tight walls and still you needed more. Your fingers clawed against his back under his wings and he growled out, thrusting into you harder.

“More, Lucifer, fuck please!” Your cries were loud and desperate. He pounded deeper inside you, shaking the frame of the bed against the wall. He knew what you needed, memories of heats past swarming in front of him.

“Let me breed you MC. Let me make you mine. Let me use your body the way you need so very dearly.” Lucifer panted into your ear and your back arched off the bed at his words. Your body responded to its base instincts and you begged, slurred words and tears making your words unknown but the meaning behind them was apparent.

This is what you wanted. This is what you needed. And Lucifer was going to give you every bit of him.

Mammon

Mammon looked at his brothers who glared back at him.

“I know, I know!” He muttered before opening your door.

“Let’s go MC.” He said, gulping down his worry when he saw your state. He carried you into his arms and you buried yourself into his jacket, immersing yourself in all that he was. Mammon knew what you needed was him, his scent, and the best place to take care of a heat had to be his room.

Bringing you to his prized car, he tossed his jacket over the backseat, and you whined at the loss of Mammon’s smell.

“”S fine babe, don’t worry. The Great Mammon’ll take real good care of ya!” He assured you, pressing a soft kiss to your sweaty brow. Stripping off your sleep clothes, he laid you down atop the covered seat and tugged off his shirt, exposing his chestnut skin. Before he could begin to react, you lunged for him, nails raking down his back. A guttural moan left him and before you could blink, his demon form overtook him. Now both of you, clawed, horned, and winged thrashed inside the car, desperate to be closer than you could fathom, be tangled in each other the way you so desperately needed.

As he slid inside you, you hand flew to grip at his jacket underneath you, leaving claw marks in the seat and the silky material of his clothing. His cologne, along with his natural scent that was just…him, overpowered you and you felt drunk on his essence.

He thrust into you, giving you what you needed and you felt the warmth of your desire melt into your extremities.

The car rocked, the sound echoing throughout his room.

Mammon was going to support you during this heat or wreck his room trying.

Leviathan

“Uh…uh..I-I–” Levi stammered, his face blushing the same shade as Beel’s hair.

Lucifer glared at him. “You need to take care of MC. You understand how difficult this time is, specifically the first one. Or would you rather another one of us take care of them during this time when their senses are…heightened?”

Levi’s eyes narrowed into snake-like slits. The Avatar of Envy overtook the usually meek third born. “NO!”

He gulped, reminding himself that he was the Grand Admiral of Hell’s Navy. Surely he could handle his partner in heat. After all, he knew them all too well, having to deal with them every season. He pushed open the heavy door.

“MC?”

Your eyes darted to him. Your lips were swollen, you were covered in tears and sweat, and he could smell your arousal dripping off you. His tail twitched around his leg.

“Levi–fuck!” You sobbed, the desire inside you growing so strongly it hurt. He looked around trying to find something to soothe the pain he knew you were in. His hands trembled as he placed them on your heated skin.

You let out another groan and gripped at him, pulling him close. His tail automatically coiled around you, practically with a mind of its own. Your body was so warm, your skin so soft, and Levi felt the hunger of ownership overtake his body.

You nuzzled into his chest whimpering as his fingers and tail moved in tandem to undo your nightclothes.

"Shh, shh. It's okay." His voice was low and you could feel the slick, tentacle-like appendage driving it's way towards your hole. With all the demons, they felt reciprocation when their mate was in heat. But Levi, who was more akin to his more animalistic instincts, his body reciprocated by–

“Ohh fuck Levi!” His tail prodded at your entrance and you could feel his grip on you tighten. His twin cocks were buried in your thighs, and soon you felt his tail slip inside you. “Let me pump you full. Let me make you mine.” Amber eyes narrowed, his fangs digging into the side of your neck and you were at his mercy.

Satan

“Darling?”

Your eyes were wild as they met his emerald ones and you sighed shakily.

“Satan. I can’t, I need…”

Your words were swallowed by his lips on yours. His hands yanking off your clothing. You may have been the one in heat but Satan was nothing if not efficient. Soon your clothes were in tatters on the floor and your fingers were digging marks into his pale skin. With every bit of pain, he returned it with a bite, a mark, and scratches, that left both your bodies tender and aroused.

“Desperate to be taken, my love? Sweet little kitten, full of desire.” His words filled your body with desire and frustration at your need for him to be inside you. You bit his neck particularly hard and his eyes flashed with wrath.

“What a naughty little minx. I was planning on going easy on you, but clearly you need to be taken like a filthy succubus.”

A flurry of claws, teeth, kisses, tongues, and saliva connected the two of you as you rolled around the room, each one aiming to get more of the other. Satan was by far the roughest brother, so you may need to ice those wounds later. ;)

Asmodeus

“Oh darling, you poor thing.”

Asmodeus’ voice was full of concern as he brushed your hair from your face. The sheer touch of him lef you aching for more and he pressed his fingers down your flushed cheeks. “Let me take care of you, sweet darling.”

Where the other brothers were hungry, almost frantic, Asmo took his time. He carried you to his private bath, filling the tub with petals and oils to make the room more fragrant. You whined, desperate for him, your body craving the physicality of your relationship, but Asmo knew that the end result would be so much sweeter once you were feeling your best.

His hands brushed through your hair, pressing soft kisses at your temples as he massaged serums into your skin. Soft praises of how good you were, how beautiful he found you, how he couldn’t wait to claim you as his and be yours fell from his lips. Your eyes were hazy as you watched him wash your body, running his hands extra carefully over your most sensitive areas. Your hips bucked into him, begging for more of his touch.

Moving his lips right above yours, he smirked.

“Darling, I think you’ve been so well-behaved for me. Let me take care of you.”

Asmodeus tasted like nectar of the gods and you were intoxicated by his kiss. His hands gripped at your flesh, pulling you into him as he found your entrance. You could hear your heartbeat in your ears as he slid inside you, agonizingly slow. HIs rhythm was slow and deep, the literal embodiment of sensuality. Water dripped from both your bodies and the mirrors steamed up as he took care of you.

Beelzebub

“MC, sweetheart?” Beel’s voice was tinged with worry when he saw you sprawled on the bed, sheets piled around you.

“Beel, please.” Your words were strained and he picked you up close to his body. His scent filled your senses as you could smell his sweat from his morning workout and could practically feel his pheromones winding their way around you. You reached out to lick at any bit of skin, just to taste any piece of him.

“Baby? Oh!” He grunted as you lapped at his skin, nibbling on his exposed chest. He could feel his erection growing. Watching his partner become insatiable, a feeling he knew all too well, was intriguing and sexy beyond belief. He blushed at the knowledge that you could feel his erection against your thighs as you were straddled on top of him. Pushing the embarrassment aside, he tugged his shirt off, towering himself over you. Your fingers, so small compared to his body, were gripping him for dear life and he bit his lip.

Watching you wriggle underneath him, eyes silently begging for all of him made him ravenous. Not only to feel you, stretch you to your limits and bring the two of you to the brink of ecstasy, but also to claim you, to breed you, to fill you with his seed and mark you as his. You wanted it, he wanted it.

There was only one thing left to do. He guided his member to your whole and pressed his lips to your neck, mumbling between kisses and nibbles.

“I know how you feel, MC. Let me help you.”

Belphegor

Yawning, Belphie sauntered into the room. He smirked at the sight of you, panting and covered in sweat.

“Poor little MC. What is it you need, starlight?”

Your voice was weak and strangled as you reached for him and he pressed a kiss to your outstretched hand. He knew you were in agony, but he had to hear it from your lips. Hear how much you desired him, how much you needed what only he could give you. Needed to hear how desperate your heat could drive you. How far would you let him take you?

“Belphie, please…please…” Words failed you as your brain felt hazy, your eyelids heavy. His image was blurry and you had the ghost of a smile on your face as you knew what would come next.

“Now starlight, if you can’t use your words, let me peek into those pretty little dreams of yours.” Belphie grinned, closing his eyes as he undid your clothing. Your body shivered with anticipation as he touched you and he saw what you were dreaming. Him, leaning over you, hand wrapped around your wrists, pounding into you as he taunted you with filthy words. Your back was arched impossibly high off the bed as you silently begged for more and more of him.

The image faded as you opened your eyes, only to see the seventh-born inches from your face.

“How about we make your dreams a reality, darling?”

#obey me smut #obey me swd smut #pip asks

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fairyofthestar · 2 years

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hi! if ur reqs are open can i ask for an angsty (w/ a fluff ending plz 🤕🙏) oneshot for beomgyu & reader?? probably an established relationship au wherein they got into an argument and it just got out of hand bc one was really tired sensitive! hehe i hope this ones ok :>

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word count: 1.7k

genre: established relationship, non idol!beomgyu, angst (i mean i guess idk i tried 😭) to fluff

you being busy was an understatement.

you had art commissions piling up and you had no choice but to pour all of your time towards it. you needed the money, and you really do appreciate everyone liking your art. the process though, will forever be like taking a one way train to hell.

you were on your fourth commission for this week and you could feel your body give up on you, but you had to keep working. you rarely took breaks because you felt like even taking five minutes off was wasting time.

your live-in boyfriend, beomgyu, was getting worried. he rarely saw you leave your room and everytime he would check up on you, things were the same—you sitting on your desk, posture slouched, the whole room dark except for the light of a single lamp in front of you, crumpled pieces of paper were on the floor and different art materials were scattered on the desk.

he would offer to help clean up your room a bit so you could work in a better environment, but you refused any type of distraction to be in your vicinity. he would quietly bring you food and water, but you would either eat only a bit or leave them untouched. he was getting frustrated, but he knew he couldn't get mad at you.

because of the need to finish everything perfectly, you decided to shut out every type of emotion that would take you out of your zone. at this point, you felt numb. you didn't need emotions while sketching and finishing the pieces of artwork you were working on.

that numbness though, was broken when beomgyu suddenly barged into your room, breaking his routine of quietly peeking in then leaving immediately. the sound of the door perked up your ears, but you didn't let it faze you. you kept working without making any mistakes.

"i think you need to rest, baby," you heard his low voice from behind you. you tried tuning him out. no distractions.

"baby... (y/n)."

you slammed your pencil down on the desk and turned around to face him. when he saw the state you were in, his heart sank to his stomach.

you looked drained. bags were forming heavily under your eyes and you looked pale, like any time soon, you were going to be sick.

"what do you want, beomgyu?" you said flatly and glared at him, annoyance boiling up inside of you bit by bit. beomgyu sighed, his worried eyes softening.

"you're tired. you need to rest or else you're going to completely break. i don't want to see that happening," he said softly. he knew you were delicate at the moment, so he was approaching you very carefully.

"i'm okay. leave me alone." your response was short and robotic. you both knew that you weren't fine, but you didn't have time to feel bad about yourself right now. you had to finish your work.

you turned towards your desk, but didn't pick up the pencil. instead, you blankly stared at the sketch in front of you.

you heard beomgyu sigh behind you once again. "you know, you don't have to work so hard."

you furrowed your brows at his words. you stood up abruptly, taking him aback at the sudden movement. you faced him, a cold glare fixed on your face.

"and what do you mean by that?"

"i'm just saying, you don't have to push yourself too much. you don't have to pour your whole being towards this. it's not worth wasting the rest of your day sitting in front of your desk and not even giving yourself time to breathe. it's like you're slowly killing yourself and the light inside of you and i hate seeing it. you need to give yourself time to breathe," he said slowly. he made sure to keep his composure calm as he spoke and chose his words carefully.

however, with the way you repressed your emotions, you took everything that he said in a bad way. you felt yourself grow more annoyed as he spoke. "so you think i should just say 'fuck it' and forget my future? is that it?"

"you know that's not what i meant."

"no, i totally get what you mean," your voice has started to raise without you being aware of it.

"you want me to just forget everything and forget about my future. this is taking me somewhere beomgyu, i can't afford to do anything that would fuck it up. i can't waste a single moment right now because it would mean that i'm letting a single penny and opportunity slip away from my hands. i don't need rest. i don't need anything right now, especially from you."

you were breathing heavily as you finished. silence filled the room and you soon realized what you had just said.

your angered face fell as you realized the gravity of your words. you shouldn't have said that. you could feel your heart crawl up to your throat, creating a lump that couldn't be swallowed down. "gyu..."

he only stared at you. your words hurt him, but he didn't show a single trace of it on his face.

no one said a word for a while. the only things that could be heard were the rustling of the trees from outside of your opened window and the noise of the crickets that surround your house. your neighborhood was always quiet but right now, you wished that there was noise that could fill the void in your room and drown your thoughts and emotions.

"i-i'm sorry. gyu, i didn't mean that, i swear." you stammered. you tried thinking of anything else to say but the damage had been done.

a small smile appeared on his face, but you knew it wasn't a happy smile. you felt your heart crack. "i'll stop bothering you. i'll be in my room if you need me, okay?"

he stepped forward and caressed your face, his eyes were still filled with so much love despite the words you said. you felt your eyes well up with tears as you stared up at him and everything came crashing down on you.

you immediately held onto him—as if he were going to disappear from the face of the earth anytime soon and you thought that a tight embrace would be able to prevent it. your sobs filled the room as you finally allowed yourself to feel the emotions you have been repressing the entire week.

it was an overwhelming feeling.

you felt mad at yourself for treating beomgyu that way despite everything he has done for you. you felt mad at yourself for not appreciating his efforts and his silent support. you felt mad that you were treating yourself like this. you felt the exhaustion wash over you. you realized how lifeless you felt.

and yet despite all of that, beomgyu was holding onto you as tightly as you were holding him.

despite all of that, he followed you to the floor, gently supporting your weak body when you felt that you couldn't stand up any longer.

despite all of that, he was stroking and placing soft kisses on your hair as he rocked both of you slowly to calm you down.

at one point, when you could finally hear your surroundings beyond your uncontrollable sobbing, you heard him softly singing your favorite song, which had also become his as time passed by.

no one moved from the position you were in even as you had calmed down. that was probably the hardest you have cried in a long time and you felt a bit lighter after it. you felt human again.

but the regret of your words was still there and you still feel horrible about hurting the love of your life.

"i'm really sorry," you managed to let out, your voice weak from all of the sobbing. beomgyu shushed you and kissed the top of your head.

"it's okay, my love. you don't have to apologize," he closed his eyes and he started rocking you both side to side again.

you inhaled, trying to gather strength to speak again. "it's not okay. i was horrible to you. you didn't deserve that."

"baby, i know how sensitive you were. you were frustrated and you needed to let your emotions out. i understand baby, you don't have to feel sorry. i'm okay, really." you started tearing up at his words again.

"what did i do to deserve you?" you whispered.

beomgyu slightly pulled away so he could see your face. he wiped the tears on your face and tucked the strands of hair behind your ear. you were now aware of how horrible you probably looked, but he didn't care. in his eyes, you were always beautiful no matter what.

"i should be asking that question," he finally smiled a genuine smile. "my baby is the best person in the entire world and is such a hard worker. you really don't have to push yourself too much to earn money because we're both earning money in different ways, but i understand that you have to work hard in order to achieve your dream. you are so talented, baby. no one is as talented as you, i swear. you're going to be a successful artist and i can't wait to be with you in every step of the way."

he placed a soft kiss on your lips and you felt yourself smile at his words and action. you have missed the warmth of his lips on yours. you have missed the warmth of the comforting existence of your boyfriend.

"i love you, beomgyu. thank you for making me feel alive when i lost myself momentarily." his smile widened and so did yours.

"i love you. you also make me feel alive, baby. more than you will ever know." he leaned in for a deep kiss and at that moment, you felt the tiredness leave your body.

you and beomgyu spent the rest of the day watching your favorite movie. being with him was something that you really needed in order to feel motivated and energized.

you vowed to never reach that point again. you needed to learn that taking it easy and taking rests would not take you a step back in your journey and if you ever forget the vow you have made, beomgyu would always be there to remind you and give you the comfort and support that you need because as long as you are with him and he is with you, everything will be okay.

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He’s Lost - Bakugou Katsuki - Part 1

Bakugou x f!reader

Warnings - Angst, Physical Harm, Cursing, accused Cheating, Katsuki’s insecurities

BAKUGOU’S MASTERLIST

A/N: This is my first writing piece but this has been stuck in my mind since v-day is coming up so I had to get it out. Plz enjoy!!

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Summary: Y/N is so busy around Valentine’s, her lack of attention towards her Pomeranian is causing him to freak out and do the worst of the worst

Love is in the air! The birds are singing, The breeze is blowing, the setting sun is shining, and the explosive teen is.....well, bruting.

Can you blame him though? Y/N’s been a little distant ever since February started. Even right now, instead of enjoying their time together in a quiet park, she’s staring down at her phone doing who knows what.

Why? Was he not good enough? Has she gotten tired of him? They’ve only been together for a little over a year. Is she talking to someon- no. Katsuki stopped himself from thinking like that. There’s no way his precious teddy bear would ever do that. Not only that, he was the best there is. Why would she even try to go?

“You dumbass. You’re missing this.” Bakugou sighed. “Huh? What? Missing what?” Y/N looked around looking for whatever “this” was until Bakugou grabbed her chin to force her to look him in the eyes. “THIS DUMBASS! US! You’re so focused on that dumb phone. Jeez, can’t a guy just get his girl’s attention.” Bakugou said dramatically.

It wasn’t that Y/N wasn’t giving him attention, it’s that it wasn’t the same. Yea she right there snuggled into his arm. And yea she was petting his hair just the way he liked. And YES, she was peppering his face with kisses from time to time. But it all felt off? Like only half her energy was put into the love and affection.

“Suki, aren’t u being a little dramatic. I’m right here with you baby. I’m sorry if I’ve been a little distracted. Come here dummy.” And as Y/N pulls Bakugou in for a tighter hug all he can do is release a “hmph” while falling into it...until her phone went (ding!) once again. And she went to check it. Once again.

Bakugou was getting tired so he got up and suggested they’d head back to UA. Y/N only got up and began to walk beside him, hand in hand, while still checking her phone time to time. And Bakugou was getting sick of it

*Wtf is she doing on that piece of junk? What could be so important she would half ass our entire evening together? .....Could she possibly be talking to someone else?............no.* Bakugou let those negative thoughts die down as they continued their journey back.

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A few days later

“COME ON!!” Bakugou screamed as he realeased a blast towards Kirishima. When Bakugou invited him to train, The red head initially thought it was to ...you know..TRAIN. But after some time, the blonde’s best friend began to see the bigger picture.

“Dude. What’s up with you man? We always go full on during training, but it’s not even like you’re trying to hit me. It feels like you’re just taking your anger out on me.” Kirishima said.

“Congrats on noticing shitty hair, I’m glad somebody’s noticing my damn mood.” Weirded out by his friend’s unusual openness, the red head continued to ask.

“So what’s up?”

“Nothing.”

“But you just-“

“NOPE!”

Bakugou exclaimed as he began to gather his stuff to leave the training area. “BAKUGOU!” Kiri shouted. “WHAT!” “.......it’s Y/N isn’t it?”

Upon hearing that, the blonde turned to look at his best friend with this sad puppy dog look. And man, if Katsuki had doggy ears, everyone would see how low they’d go. His best friend didn’t need to see it though, he could tell those ears would be 6 ft under if they were actually there bc there’s nothing hiding Katsuki’s vulnerability when it comes to Y/N. As the two best friends go to sit on the bleachers, Bakugou takes a deep breath before saying his thoughts.

“I think Y/N is cheating on me.”

“................HUH???!!!!”

Kirishima went from “caring and considerate” to “WHATDIDHESAYYY” in seconds. Y/N L/N?? Cheating?? Ok. Y/N was one fiesty girl, and she definitely had sass, power, attitude, and a little mischief, but she also had kindness, compassion, consideration, and honesty flowing though her. Not to mention extreme loyalty. There’s no way.

“Look man, with all due respect, I think you’ve finally lost it.” The red head laughed. “I’m being serious shitty hair.” The blonde stated. “She’s been so distracted lately. She’s always with me but it’s like her mind is also somewhere else. And not to mention that damn phone she’s always on now. She can’t go 30 minutes without checking it at least twice. And not only that, when she does leave to do whatever, she’s gone for hours at a time! What’s a guy supposed to think with all of that?! I mean it’d make sense if she wanted to leave. I get it, I can get loud, and yell, and I get angry a lot but.. she knows I never mean it, right? I call her a dumbass like i do everyone else...ugh but she isn’t just everyone else, she’s my girlfriend and she’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me.....SO WHY TF IS SHE CHEATIN-“ before the blonde could continue, his best friend cut him off.

“BAKUGOU” “WHAT??!!” “....talk to her.” Kirishima said. “What?” Bakugou asked. Kirishima continued. “Cheating is a real sensitive topic in a relationship. I don’t wanna give my opinion on something that could ruin something amazing. C’mon man, we both know Y/N isn’t like that but who am I to tell you what to do. I wanna help, I do, but I think it’s best if you go to her with all this. Honestly though, if you asked me, Y/N would be the last person I’d ever think of when it came to cheating on ANYTHING. Especially the guy she cares so much about.” And with that last sentence, Kirishima stood up from his spot and pat Bakugou on his shoulder before exiting.

With Bakugou left with nothing but his thoughts and Kirishima’s advice, he left and headed straight towards your room.

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“Shut up!” You excitingly screamed though the phone. “You really found the last part?”

“Yup, it only took about 6 different stores across the entire city.” Shinsou sarcastically replied. “You owe me.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know and I appreciate it. Katsuki’s gonna love his gift!” You said.

With Valentine’s Day around the corner, you’ve been preparing only the best Valentine’s Day surprise for the best boyfriend in the world. You’ve been so busy planning your surprise that I guess you could say you haven’t been giving Katsuki the massive amount of attention he’s used to from you, but you can definitely say it’ll all be worth it when he sees one of his presents that you’ve been working on. A silencer for his gauntlet blasts that not only decreases the volume of his attacks, but also increases his attack power. You remember how Bakugou had vented about his attacks being too loud that they scare people, but when he tried to keep them quiet, the attack isn’t as powerful so saving can be quite difficult. He only spoke about it once, but you could see the look on his face whenever he was out using his quirk around civilians. So why not give him a device that’ll help with his loud little problem. Now were you a support class student who knew how to make support items? Hell no. But were you a loving girlfriend willing to give her man the best Valentine’s Day ever? Hell yeah.

The piece of gear would’ve been easier to make IF it weren’t for a pesky piece of the project getting destroyed by Shinsou after he made Denki electrocute himself while he was right next to your prototype on the table. So to make it up to you, Shinsou went all around town looking for the piece you needed to complete your support item for Katsuki. Finally, all pieces had come together.

“He better. That damn bastard doesn’t know how amazing his girlfriend is. Instead of ignoring his ass these past few weeks, you sent ME to get all this shit for you so you could keep your precious Pomeranian happy.” Shinsou said while rolling his baggy eyes.

As Bakugou approached the outside of your dorm room’s door, he heard your voice.

“You know, you’re so right. That Pomeranian is unaware of just exactly how amazing I am. I really could’ve left whenever but I stuck around.” You snorted. “Well I’m glad I had you with me through it all Shinsou.”

*Pomeranian? SHINSOU?!? Through IT ALL?!?!? YOU WERE WITH THAT PURPLE HAIRED, SLEEP DEPRIVED ASS MIND CONTROLLING FREAK?!?? AND YOU WERE WITH HIM THE ENTIRE TIME YOU’VE BEEN DATING BAKUGOU?!?*

Oh to say Katsuki was pissed was an understatement. He felt all these emotions hitting him all at once. Anger, Disgust, Pain, Betrayal. It all became too much for him before Katsuki ran away from your down with his bed down and silent tears hitting the floor. When he let himself fall to the floor in the privacy of his room he screamed into his hands. His first love, his first real relationship, his teddy bear betraying his love, loyalty, and trust for over an entire year. After hours of crying, Katsuki was able to pull himself into bed. He couldn’t even bring himself to shower even though he spent all that time in the gym with Kirishima. He just wanted to sleep to escape reality. As he looked at his phone, he saw 1 missed call from Y/N, and 1 text saying “Goodnight love💗💥!” Bakugou scoffed at the text. Figuring u must be texting Shinsou the same thing. As Bakugou placed his phone down, an evil thought came to mind. Ruin her.

Bakugou smirked to himself as he had this pyscho and sinister look on his face. He would ruin Y/N. They haven’t officially broken up yet, so he could hurt her just as she hurt him. And Bakugou wasn’t stupid or so he thought he’s aware Valentine’s is coming up, so why not break little Y/N L/N’s heart on a day dedicated to nothing but love and happiness. It’ll be the perfect revenge on a little satin like her. Bakugou finally turned on his side with an evil, satisfied smile, and fat tears in his eyes once more.

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The next morning, Katsuki got up with a broken heart, but he figured if he wanted his plan to work, he had to fake this smile. Getting up, getting ready, and getting dressed was business as usual, but meeting up with Y/N in the morning was now off the schedule. Instead of going into her room to check on her like he usually does, he just went straight to breakfast and straight to class without speaking to anyone.

With Class 1-A seated and Mr.Aizawa at the head of the classroom, the students can finally start their first lesson of the day. Until, the door slid wide open. There stood an exhausted and quite frankly dishelved Y/N. “My apologies sensei. I was up late last night and overslept. Please forgive me.” Y/N said as she bowed her head in sorry. “Just take your seat L/N.” The tired eye teacher said.

As Y/N walked to her desk, she noticed Bakugou wouldn’t even glance her way. She was a little thrown off since it would be normal for him to at least give her a judgemental look for sleeping in, but no. Nothing.

Bakugou on the other hand was writhing in agony. Oh how he wanted to check on Y/N and make sure everything was fine, but that voice in the back of his head couldn’t help but tell him to ignore her since she’s a cheater. She may have been the girl he’s loved dearest, but she was also the one causing his heart to shatter.

After a few classes, Y/N tried to approach Bakugou several times, but each time he brushed her off. And when the bell finally rang for lunch, you can bet Katsuki was the first one out the door. Y/N followed him of course, in worry and concern.

“Babe! Baby! Katsuuu!!! KATSUKII!” Y/N whined for her boyfriend to at least look at her but once again. Nothing. Bakugou wanted to hug her and hold her tight but he couldn’t. Not after what she’s done. Right before Bakugou entered the cafeteria, Y/N pulled him aside and held onto his wrists.

“Baby? Hey, what’s up with you? I’ve been calling your name and trying to talk to you but you keep brushing me off. You also didn’t stop by this morning. Is something wrong, love?” Y/N was hoping for something. ANYTHING at this point. And it was like the gods heard her prayer because she definitely got....something. “My bad.” The blonde haired boy dryly replied. “....Oh, um, ok suki.” The poor girl just thought her dear boyfriend was having a bad day, so she just left it alone and let him go. But still, even on his worse days he would at least visit her in the mornings. As they sat down with the bakusquad, the entire table noticed how Bakugou sat up and moved across from Y/N after she chose to sit next to him like usual. The tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife, and Kirishima could already feel what had gone down. He at least knew his bro didn’t talk to his girl. Not manly at all.

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Valentine’s Day

During lunch, Kirishima has finally decided to speak to Bakugou about this whole thing. He hasn’t been getting any updates since their time in the gym, so when it was just him and his best friend having lunch together, he went for it.

“Man what the hell is going on with you and Y/N? I’ve noticed you’ve been avoiding her like crazy,” Kirishima said while stuffing his face, nervous about the answer. “I was right all along.” The blonde sadly spoke. “She’s been cheating on me since the start of our entire relationship. And with that baggy eyed freak from 1-B.”

Kirishima couldnt believe what he was hearing. He almost choked on his food. Y/N was actually cheating. I guess people don’t know people as well as he thought. “.....wow...I’m sorry man.” The red haired friend said. He was at a lost for words and didn’t know what else to say. *sigh* “don’t be. It all goes down tonight.” Bakugou said with a sad smile. “What do you mean?” His friend asked. The blonde looked at him right in his red eyes. “I’m breaking her heart tonight, on the one day of the year dedicated to love.”

Meanwhile

Instead of going to lunch, Y/N spent her time finishing up Katsuki’s surprise in his room. Yeah, he’s been having a bad past few days so why not bring him a smile with these amazing gifts on the day of love. Although Y/N didn’t really feel the love today (due to Katsuki again being so distant and ignoring her “good morning blasty💥💗!” And “Happy Valentine’s Day my love♥️!” Texts) she was determined to make sure Katsuki knew just exactly how much she loved him. She was almost done setting up in his room. Rose petals on the bed, Candles everywhere, 4 different gifts including his new support item made by you, his favorite meal is going to be set here on his table, and you and him together spending every loving second with each other. Y/N didn’t realize that because of her setup, she missed the entire rest of the day. “Meh, so worth it when I see the look on Suki’s face.” Tonight is going to be perfect.....or so you thought.

You didn’t expect to find Katsuki in your room, sitting on the edge of you bed waiting for you with his head hanging low and his shoulders slumped.

*maybe he has a surprise for me....? Yea that has to be it!* Y/N happily thought as she closed the door.

“Suki!! Happy Valentine’s Day!” Y/N said with all the love in her heart as she ran and jumped on the boy for a hug. But Bakugou didn’t say anything. He didn’t move. He just glanced back up at her, giving her this cold stare. Y/N was too busy professing her undying love for her boyfriend to even notice his scary silence. “Suki I’m really glad it’s you who I have in my life,” the love sicken girl bashfully spoke while looking at the ground. “You make me so happy and I feel so blessed being able to spend my life with you in it. I really hope you know just how much I care and lov-“ Bakugou couldn’t listen to this bullshit anymore. He pushed Y/N off of him just before she could say those 3 words that would get him to break.

“Hey! Suki? Why would you do that?!” Y/N exclaimed while standing back up. “I hate you.” The blonde spoke coldly. As those words left his mouth, Y/N heart and world were falling apart. Her eyes went wide open and her jaw slightly dropped. As she was about to say something else, Katsuki cut her off with “I’m breaking up with your dumbass. Right here. Right now!” Bakugou yelled. Y/N was in shock. She felt hurt, pain, she was just feeling so broken.

As tears filled her eyes, she asked “w-why?” as she tried to reach out to him. “Why? WHY?!” Bakugou screamed as he stood up above her slapping her hand away. “THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN WHY, Y/N. YOU’RE A FUCKING CHEATER, THATS WHY!” The blonde yelled in her face. Y/N couldn’t believe it. He thought she was cheating? Why would she even do that? She already has the best person in the world for her so why? “DONT EVEN GIVE ME THAT “it didn’t mean anything, Suki!” BULLSHIT. I DONT GIVE A FUCK, CUZ YOU’VE BEEN CHEATING ON ME AND PLAYING ME FOR A DAMN FOOL THIS ENTIRE FUCKING TIME!” Bakugou went on as his voice began to crack while tears flowed down his porcelain face. “YOU LIED TO ME. I GAVE YOU MY ENTIRE BEING AND YOU FUCKING LIED. YOU DUMB FUCKING BITCH, I CANT BELIEVE I EVER LOVED A SORRY EXCUSE OF A PERSON LIKE YOU. I HATE YOU SO DAMN MUCH, I DONT EVEN UNDERSTAND WHAT THE FUCK I SAW IN YOU!” Y/N’s heart hit the ground. No actually, it went 6 ft under because after all that he’s said, her heart is dead. Broken. In agony. “Suki I-“ “DONT FUCKING CALL ME THAT L/N.” Hearing him refer to her with her family name hit so hard. “KATSUKI PLEASE! I DIDNT DO ANYTHING I SWEA-“ as Y/N tried to reach out to him, he interrupted her again and pushed her hand away. “I SAID DONT CALL ME THAT!”

The blonde yelled, except this time....he didn’t only yell. The burning scent of smoke came into his nose and the loud explosion could be heard throughout the building. The product of what he just did came to him. He just attacked the love of his life. As much as Y/N hurt him, Katsuki still loved her with his everything. And the fact that he subconsciously attacked her broke him even more. Y/N’s screams of pain reached his ears, as he looked down and saw his precious teddy bear with a burned arm and fat tears on her face, crying in pain.

Bakugou ran down to her level to try and help her. “Y/N! Hey, hey teddy bear look I’m so-“ Y/N pushed him away before he could continue. “WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU BAKUGOU?!” Ouch. His family name felt like poison coming from your tongue. “Princess, I’m sorry I didn’t-“ “SHUT UP AND LET ME SPEAK FOR ONCE YOU FUCKING IDIOT!” Y/N screamed as she stood up to face him. “I DIDNT FUCKING CHEAT ON YOU. WHY THE HELL WOULD I DO THAT WHEN YOU’RE THE BEST DAMN THING THATS EVER HAPPENED TO ME?!..ah!” Y/N was cut off by the stinging of her wound, and Bakugou couldn’t do anything but stare. Y/N grabbed onto her wound before continuing. “I love you Bakugou. I wouldn’t even dream about doing wrong by you. I thought I was a good girlfriend or at least a good person-“ Bakugou quickly interrupted “No! Y/N you are, I just-“ “If I am then what the hell made you even think of me so lowly? What the hell did I do to make you question my loyalty? What the hell did I do that was worthy of you burning my fucking arm?!” Y/N cried out.

Silence fell upon the room. It felt like hours before anybody said anything. Both people had heavy tears in their face now. One crying because he realized he was an idiot and harmed the girl who did nothing wrong, and One crying because she did nothing wrong but ended up being a villain in her loved one’s life. Y/N broke the silence with a scoff.

“You know what Suki?” Y/N said looking him in the eyes. “Yes teddy bear?” Bakugou quickly replied with wide, desperate eyes upon hearing the loving nickname, thinking they would move on from this horrible incident. “Get the fuck out.” Y/N said in a low voice. Bakugou was shocked. He knew he fucked up horribly but after realizing the truth, he can’t leave you! He loves you too damn much for that! “What? Y/N please listen to me, I’m sor-“ “I DONT GIVE A FUCK! Leave..please.” The sad girl cried. Bakugou grabbed onto her shoulders begging her to not end this. “Y/N please! Please princess! I’m so fucking sorry! I’m an idiot, I know, and I definitely don’t deserve you but please I can’t lose you.” Bakugou said with tears falling down his face. “Please don’t do this to us. Please don’t do this to me, I’m BEGGING YOU.” “Bakugou-“ The sad boy cut you off, shaking his head, “ NO ITS SUKI. YOUR SUKI. YOUR KATSUKI.......please teddy bear I need you.......h-here let me help yo-”

You harshly pushed the boy off of you and as he tried to desperately go back to you, you used your quirk to keep him at bay. “Bakugou Katsuki. I’m leaving this room since you won’t, and I won’t come back until I know you’re out of my room.” Y/N began as she looked at him with cold, sad eyes. “From now on, you won’t have to worry about this bitch because I’ll stay out of your life, I swear. Don’t look at me, don’t touch me, DONT EVEN TALK TO ME. Just leave me alone....we’re done.” And with that Y/N ran out of her room, and out of the building, needing to get away from the place for a little bit. She could deal with her wound later. She just needed to get away. Bakugou just stood there in sadness and shock. As much as he wanted to run after you, he figured he’d give you a little breather. You guys could fix things in the morning...right?

Bakugou waited an hour in your room waiting for you, but you were right. You really weren’t coming back until he left your private area. So that’s what he did. With a heavy heart, he picked himself up and dragged his feet back to his dorm. He looked like a mess. He knew he did. Messy hair, red swollen eyes, dry lips. His entire body screamed heartbroken. When he open the door, instant regret and love hit him at once. His room was covered with rose petals and flowers, there were candles everywhere, heart shaped balloons all around, he had 4 different boxes of gifts, and two plates of extra spicy curry was set on his table, obviously cold now. What caught his eye was that one of the gift boxes had a note attached to it. With tears in his eyes, he read it.

Hey Suki! It’s Valentine’s Day! I love you to the moon and back and so much more. There’s no words that are able to describe the way I feel about you. You drive me insane in all the right ways and I love it! Lol. I hope you like your Valentine’s Day surprise. I’ve been working for weeks on it, so I’m sorry if I’ve been a little distracted. I know I’ve been kinda absent these past few days but I promise I’ll make it up to you love! Hopefully I can start with this gift that I’ve been working on. Enjoy your brand new grenade silencer! Made it myself just for you. There’s nothing else in the world like this. I love you Bakugou Katsuki!

(P.S. If Shinsou from 1-B gives you shit about it, it’s because I made him drag his ass everywhere to look for a missing part so I wouldn’t have to leave you so much)

XOXO, Your forever teddy bear <3

As he quickly opened the gift, he saw it. A silencer that would attach to his gauntlets to make the sound quieter and the blast even more powerful. It was incredible. You are incredible. He only ever mentioned the sound of his blasts once, and you listened and you fixed it.

Bakugou shook as tears began to fall onto the paper. He couldn’t believe it. Everything started coming together now. The reason you were so distracted was because you were setting this up for him. You were always on the phone because you were assembling pieces and ordering gifts for him. You weren’t cheating on him with Shinsou. You were making sure he could find something that you needed for him. Y/N L/N was truly the best girlfriend in the world. Scratch that, she is the best girlfriend in the world. No scratch that too, she’s just the best, period. And Bakugou’s idiotic self ruined everything for him. All because he couldn’t have a little faith in his teddy bear. As Katsuki cried and cried, he set everything aside.

He took the petals off his bed. He didn’t deserve it. He blew out the candles around his room. He didn’t deserve it. He popped the balloons, and ignored the food. He laid in bed with more tears than ever, and looked at the ceiling. He finally turned to his side to fall asleep, but not before grabbing the picture on his bedside nightstand. A picture of you and him. He remembers that picture oh so clearly. It was his birthday, and while he didn’t want to celebrate, you did everything in your power to make it the best one yet. And you did just that. Bakugou hugged that picture so tight, because he didn’t have you in his arms tonight. He didn’t think he would ever have you in his arms again. So Bakugou Katsuki continued to cry until he was asleep, escaping from the reality of him losing his love, his teddy bear, his princess, and his Y/N.

Bakugou Katsuki never lost, no. He’s always been ahead, always number one, always the best. He always won and achieved and nothing ever stopped him. Except this time, the only thing that stopped him and caused him to lose, was himself. He lost. He lost his everything. His world, his rock, his heart, his Y/N. He’s lost without her in his life, and at this point he thinks he’s lost at life. There was nothing that could fix him unless it was you coming back to him.

Bakugou Katsuki? He’s lost.

A/N: HOLY SHIT! That was my very first writing piece and it was just a Drabble of a thought I’ve been having. Sorry if it’s a little off and weird, I’m still new to writing but hopefully I’ll get better. This was NOT spell checked so my apologies for any mistakes. I hope you enjoyed reading this! Thx for the love!

#bakugou angst #bakugou oneshot #bakugou imagine #bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugo x reader #bakugou katsuki #my hero academia #my hero fanfic #my hero academy fanfiction #my hero x reader #bakugou x y/n #bhna bakugou #bakugo angst #bakugou fanfiction #bnha angst

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starglitterz · 3 years

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I have been waiting since I saw that you had a really fun event planned up!(except I went to sleep) And guess what! It is indeed amazing!

Here is the request for my order!

Gelato - Childe!

Chocolate! With chipped cream hehehe. I am sure my order is gonna be delicious asf cause you are taking it! Thank you!

ASKJSADJKASD HELP THANK U ANON <333 YOURE SO NICE OMG T_T /g

request; childe fluff, jealousy

cw; violence (it's childe duh)

please reblog ! it helps a lot :)

childe.

tartaglia is known for his bloodlust and urge to battle out every little thing, but he swears at this moment he's never wanted to fight someone more. he clenches his hands into fists, threatening to snap the poor wooden chopsticks you were teaching him to use in half. your 'friend' just had to come and ruin your date, didn't he? well technically, he hasn't done anything except talk to you, childe supposes. but he does have a tendency to exaggerate things, and at this moment the conversation you and the other man are having makes ajax want to stab the table knife into the stranger's eye.

childe is frowning so much he barely realises when you introduce him to the man, "kaeya, this is my boyfriend, childe! childe, meet kaeya alberich, one of my closest companions from mondstadt." the blue-haired man sticks his hand out as a friendly gesture, and tartaglia wonders if it would be considered rude if he used his hydro blade to chop kaeya's arm off. you shoot him a pleading glance, because you really do want two of the most important people in your life to get along, so although it makes ajax want to throw up, he plasters a fake smile across his face and shakes the other man's hand aggressively.

kaeya seems a little startled by how strong tartaglia's grip is, but his lips instead curve into a mischievous smile as he picks up on how jealous your boyfriend is. "my dear y/n, you really should have taken me up on my offer! my heart is truly broken," he pats your head, laughing when you scold him for messing up your style. "i'm sure you'll recover," you reply, rolling your eyes at his drama, "anyways, didn't you say albedo's waiting for you?" kaeya shoots a glance at his watch, "oh damn, you're right! guess i better go before he gives me a potion to make sure i'm always on time."

blowing you a kiss, he strolls off with a wave, "see you around, lovebirds!" you giggle at tartaglia's grumpy expression, leaning over to kiss him, "what's wrong, ajax?" he crosses his arms and looks away, "nothing. what offer was he talking about?" eyes widening as the realisation that he was envious sets in, you grin, "he asked me to show him around liyue while he's here for a meeting, that's it." childe now thinks that it was rather stupid of him to get jealous over something that he didn't even know was about, and that he probably shouldn't have assumed that kaeya was instantly talking about dating.

still, ajax wraps his arms around you and nuzzles his cheek against yours, "i love you." you aren't particularly surprised by the affection, but the genuine tone with which tartaglia admits his love for you sends heat rising to your face, "i love you too." "now can we go home and cuddle?" he pouts, still embracing you. childe would never admit it for the life of him, but he is rather insecure and worried that you will leave him for someone else, so reassurance from you always helps alleviate his fears. and when you smile and cup his face, "of course!" ajax thinks that you're the person he wants to marry someday.

quill speaks!

the genshin fandom needs more childe/kaeya interaction !!!!!

AND ALSO did u guys see me sneak kaebedo in there

plz this post will be queued during my hiatus so i hope u guys enjoyed it!

and i hope you enjoy your stay at quill’s dessert cafe, and do check out the menu if you'd like ! 🍭

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kallulovesu · 3 years

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Heyooo :) can you do headcannons for a platonic yandere allies ?? Am aroace so that's the kind that floats my boat, also do you ever feel tired of writing ?? Like .. ur so productive, it's awsome but like .. I hope ur doing it cuz u have energy not cuz you have followers waiting 😬 take care Plz ❤❤🥺

For the anon that asked that yandere reader ask, thx u inspired this ask ur idea is rad :3

(A/N:) ahh thank you for the worry anon, but it’s no problem really!💞 I wouldn’t be making as much content if I wasn’t having any fun, since it’ll probably end up feeling more like chore...and I hate doing chores 😭

That one protective friend that makes sure to check up on you every second (but it’s turned up to the extreme and downright becomes unhealthy in some cases)™

It was ironic to him. Out everyone that he had gotten to know over all these years— hell, perhaps even Arthur; you were the only one he felt like understood him the most. Not many seemed to notice what was going on beneath the surface of his facade, which was why he appreciated you being there. You still liked him despite the many flaws that he had, and tried your best being with him even if it became downright tiring. Alfred would be heavily dependent on you because of this, often going to you to cheer him up— or before he was going to make a rash choice.

So it was only natural that he couldn’t see himself being without you.

You were like a best friend to him; Alfred would even go as far as to say that he felt a familial connection between the two of you. So the deep desire to protect you was normal, wasn’t it? Even when he felt himself worrying for your well-being at even the slightest approach of a stranger, it was just his instinct telling him that there was something wrong. It wasn’t anything unhealthy. Thus, would usually drag you away from anyone that he found to be suspicious; even those he was already familiar with. This would probably result in a lot of arguments, with him trying to say what was ‘best for you’ and with you denying that you needed this much...protection. You swore that it almost felt like he was just isolating you from the others, to have you purely depend on him for whatever reason you couldn’t make up.

Alfred can’t handle being apart from you— nonetheless the idea of you being angry with him, or even hating him . It truly didn’t matter if the reason was rather ridiculous or not, the idea of you hating him just...made his stomach churn uncomfortably. You were his best buddy, and basically one of the only ones he could trust with his inner worries; and the risk of it all being taken away from him because of a silly, childish mistake was all it took to send the poor boy into a state of panic. Please don’t leave him, he’d do anything to keep you there with him. Begging, gifting— you name it.

Arthur didn’t completely seem to realize his feelings at first, confusing it with romantic attraction for a little while— before quickly seeming to realize that it was all purely platonic. He did feel a bit protective of you, maybe even possessive...but it had nothing to do with romance, nor lust. It was just him wanting to have someone beside him, someone that he could call a friend. And someone that would never leave his side.

It won’t be hard to notice how...bad his communication skills were; with him often saying things that he didn’t really mean and slightly setting you off. Arthur is stubborn, so it may take some time (and slight teasing at how much he hesitated) for him to actually apologize. You’ll probably get used to it after a while, since he’s one big tsundere.

Saying this out loud was an absolute no-no for this man— but you being around Arthur was often enough to make him the slightest bit happier. It felt a bit lonely at times, especially with less and less people being around him these past few years. So having you as a friend almost felt like a breath of fresh air.

He’s very critical of those you choose to be around with, often analyzing even the smallest of things so he can determine if they’re actually worth being around you. Which more often than not ends up... not being the case. Arthur will tell you to stay away from them; saying that they were suspicious, and probably had something bad in mind. He’ll resort to isolating you if you were to disobey him, trying to take as much of your attention— and perhaps even kidnapping you if the extreme were to happen. You were his one and only best friend, and he had to make sure you were safe. Always.

Totally the big brother type...well, he usually proclaims himself as being one, so it isn’t that much of a surprise.

Francis will make sure to absolutely pamper you with his attention; hanging out with you, sending letters whenever he was too busy...and simply sending gifts from France. He simply couldn’t let you go off feeling unloved!

He adores talking about you; usually going off on a mindless ramble whenever someone even mentions your name, like a proud father showing off his child. Others will usually compare him to one due to how much he adores talking about you— or simply the way that he treats you. Which would quickly be disregarded with a: “oh, I’m no father! They’re just such a nice little friend to have around, who wouldn’t want to praise such a delicate person?”

On a second note....he actually did feel like a father figure to you. Huh.

Francis will often suggest helping you out with your love life, perhaps even gushing over cute guys together that you found on a random dating app— before quickly realizing that he didn’t really want this. Those silly moments were fun and all, but having you talk with someone that could just be out to use you made him a bit angry...and paranoid, mainly the latter. He will make sure that anyone that even so much dares to get close you first gets his approval first. The feeling of a broken heart was all too familiar to him, and he didn’t want you to experience such a thing.

This may result in him checking up on you...an awful lot, making sure that those around you were only the best of the best and wouldn’t end up being bad influence to you. Yes, he truly was like a father.

A sibling-like person in his life that he didn’t feel insecure against and acknowledged him as his own person? Fuck yes!!

Jokes aside— Matthew really does care deeply for you. Perhaps it was due to the Canadian barely having those that he could...truly call close friends, so having you around almost felt like a blessing. Unlike Francis, he won’t really show you off or talk about you much, especially around his brother. The American had already stolen enough from him, so why would he let something like that happen again?

He’s extremely wary of anyone that even so much tries to make a move on you. It’s just...you were someone that he held extremely dear; and having you potentially getting hurt due to some lowlife that managed to slip into your life would absolutely break his heart. Matthew didn’t want to fail in protecting you, he would never forgive himself if something like that were to happen.

Losing you is something that he wishes to avoid completely. He’ll even go as far as kidnapping you if it came down to it, Matthew just couldn’t see himself living happily without you by his side.

Yao likes cute things...and you’re a cute friend, so it’s a perfect match!

But seriously, he thinks that you’re absolutely adorable. Whether it be because of your personality— or your appearance, it really doesn’t end up mattering in the end. You’re his cute little friend, and that’s all that matters!

He’ll often treat you with more, yet gentler care than most of the others around him. He knew that you were well capable of taking care of yourself; but he just couldn’t help but see you as something fragile, something that he had to protect. So you can already imagine how frustrated he gets when someone treats you with even the slightest bit of disrespect— Yao will often confront them immediately, while you awkwardly have to sit back and watch it all. Almost feeling pity for the person that had to endure your friend’s seemingly never-ending complaints.

Oh, he probably doesn’t quite realize how he comes off as a father at times; seeing how much he’ll scold you for the smallest mistakes (while making sure to correct you of course!) and how he usually made decisions for you, making it hard to refuse his gestures due to his pushy nature. But it’ll probably become a normal thing for the two of you as time progresses, since it’s just...how Yao was, you assumed.

His controlling behavior will also reflect on how he treats your personal life. Yao is very selective of who he lets you be around with, so he’ll often look at your acquaintances and friends with a very critical eye, immediately expressing his distaste in them if they were even to do the smallest thing wrong. “Such a brute isn’t worth being around, (y/n).” Yao will warn you to stay away from them, but won’t bring it up any further if you decide to do what he says. If you don’t then...well, he had special friends to help him out with his dirtier work.

Yao might consider kidnapping you if this behavior keeps on repeating, but won’t feel compelled to actually do it unless something bad were to happen.

Ivan will always try his best to be there for you! While it most likely won’t quite work with him being a rather busy person; a country, nonetheless, but he’ll do his upmost best. It was extremely hard for Ivan to make friends that...weren’t scared of him or secretly disliked him, so having you was such a relief!

Being his only friend, he’ll make sure to be absolutely devoted to you— perhaps in a way that wasn’t too healthy in a friendship, and would often be looked down upon by those looking at your relationship from an outsider’s perspective. But could one truly blame him? Ever since he was born it felt like everyone around him were either toying with him, or were utterly terrified of the boy expect for his two sisters. It was lonely...so it isn’t hard to imagine how overjoyed he was once having you in his life; someone that didn’t display the usual fright whenever he approached them, nor did you look like you were out to hurt him.

Ivan appreciated you a lot.

It wasn’t hard to imagine that you’d most likely become the target of a few other countries, your connection with Ivan wasn’t extremely hidden from the outside world... (from how much he’d senselessly mutter things about you when daydreaming, and the many times he stuck by your side) and so, others would take it to their advantage. Those like Alfred will probably try convince you to leave Ivan’s side, spewing terrifying stories of the man to try and stir up something inside of you so you could leave him. It was mainly for your own safety, yes. But it was also to make the Russian weaker. It was obvious that he was depending on you heavily, and losing you would...god forbid if that would ever happen. Ivan would completely lose himself, perhaps even snapping completely.

So don’t hesitate to tell Ivan if someone was bothering you! Ivan will make sure to get rid of the little parasite from your life in an instant, giving them a short warning whenever the two come across each other...and making sure that he got his point across! It’s better to ignore their sudden disappearance after that day, since someone like them wasn’t worth lingering in your mind.

#help me why do I always write america this dramatically #dilf France? 😲#CANADAS PART IS SO SHORT IM SORRYYYY #yandere #Yandere hetalia #hetalia x reader #Yandere allies #Yandere aph america #Yandere aph france #Yandere aph england #Yandere aph canada #Yandere aph China #yandere aph Russia #platonic yandere #platonic Yandere hetalia

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skz-jeha · 3 years

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I’m here. Don’t worry

10/12/21

Warning: Soft! Wonjae, Fluff, Jay shows up.

Pairing: Woo Wonjae x GN! Reader

Description: Reader has a panic attack, and Wonjae is there to comfort them.

You sat curled up in the corner of the bed, wedged between the wall and headboard. Body shaking uncontrollably with heart-wrenching sobs escaping your quivering lips.

The reason behind your current state was the old couple at the supermarket who kept giving you disgusted looks, judging your appearance, whispering amongst themselves not so quietly about how ugly you looked, causing many negative thoughts to float around in your head.

You did not want to interrupt your boyfriend, Wonjae, from his work. He has been busy with interviews with the AOMG family. You did not want to impose, so you decided to deal with your anxiety and panic attacks alone.

from: JayBear

to: Y/N

Hey, Y/Nie~, what's up?

You unlocked your phone and stared blankly at the text message from Jay. You could not bring yourself to answer him.

Unfortunately, or fortunately for you, it depends on how you see it. Jay noticed that you read the message and did not answer him, so he tried again, about three times.

to: Y/Nie~

from: Jay Park

Hey queen, are you ok?

Y/N you are scaring me, plz anwer me.

Y/N I'm calling Woo.

Wonjae picks up his ringing phone and answers it.

"Hey, Jay."

"Wonjae, something is not right with Y/N. I am sending them text messages, and they're reading them but not answering. I think something happened." Jay's frantic voice travels through the receiver.

"I'll go check on them right now," Wonjae quickly says goodbye to Jay and rushes to his apartment.

Wonjae rushes to your apartment, worry clouding his mind. Once he makes it into your apartment, he hears your cries and sniffles.

"Jagi, what is wrong?" he whispers calmly, approaching your curled-up body with his arms open. Your whole body slumped into his waiting arms.

"Oh, Jagi. What happened?" he asks as he rakes his fingers through your hair in an attempt to calm you down a bit.

"I am scared, Wonjae," you whisper. Your voice broke Wonaje's heart. You sounded so broken and sad. "The couple is right. I am ugly and a failure," you add the second part in a barely above a whisper voice, but Wonjae heard it.

"No, no, no." Woo shakes his head and pulls you closer to his chest.

"You are my precious little princess," he pulls away and makes you look up at him. "You are beautiful," he pecks your left cheek,

"You are precious," he pecks your right cheek,

"You are talented," he pecks your forehead,

"You are loved," he pecks your nose,

"And you are loved." he seals his confession with a love-filled kissed on your lips.

You smile into the kiss with happy tears streaming down your face, which Wonjae wipes away. He holds your face so delicately as if any wrong move would cause it to shatter and fall through his fingers.

"You are my beloved princess, and I hate to see you this sad, Jagi." Wonjae squishes your face between his hands, causing your lips to stick out.

"You are my cute little fishy~," he smooches your lips, causing you to giggle. "I love you, Y/N Y/LN." Wonjae smiles at you, a look of pure adoration in his warm eyes.

"I love you too, Woo Wonjae." You smile back at him.

"You really scared Jay," Wonjae looks down at you, curled up in his arms comfortably.

"I am sorry," you mumble, feeling guilty for worrying the CEO.

"No, never apologize for things like this," Wonjae gingerly holds your face in his hand. "He worries about you because he cares. You are like his little sister," he starts, "hell, you are like the little sister of the AOMG family. They all care about you and hate to see you sad or stressed."

"It means a lot to me. It really does."

"They know. That is why they always send you their greetings." Wonjae smiles cheekily.

"Let's go to sleep, Jagi. You must be tired." he pulls the covers over the both of you, and you position your head onto his chest. You both slowly drift to sleep, your body tired from your panic attack and crying, and Wonjae's from spending long hours at the studio. Before Wonjae drifts into blissful sleep, he sends a quick message to Jay to reassure him of your safety.

from: Woo WonJae

to: JayJay <3

Y/N is safe and well.

They had a panic attack and did not respond to you.

to: Woo Bear <3

from: Jay

I'm glad to hear that.

Make sure that they are safe and well.

Tell them I said hi as well.

Slowly, Wonjae drifts off to sleep with the sound of your quite breaths and slow rise and fall of your body.

masterlist

#Aomg #aomg scenarios #aomg xreader #aomg drabbles #aomg family #woo wonjae #woo wonjae x reader #woo wonjae x y/n #woo wonjae x you #woo wonjae drabbles #woo wonjae scenarios #woo wonjae fanfiction #woo wonjae fanfic #aomg fanfiction #aomg fanfic

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icantthinkofanythingcool3 · 3 years

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traitor (pt 2)

AN: This story is actually getting really long. I already have 4 parts I think....let me know if you like the direction I'm headed and want mroe plz! <3

third person pov

Stiles and Scott ran up to Isaac, having witnessed the breakup in the hallway along with most of the junior class.

“What the fuck was that Isaac?” Scott said through gritted teeth.

“Well what did it look like? It’s not how I wanted it to happen, but I knew it was going to.” Isaac replied.

“You just broke y/n’s heart…” Stiles said, sadly. He didn’t need Scott to tell him how she was feeling, he could see it in your heart and how your body deflated when Isaac yelled.

“It happened and I can’t take it back now. I have to go.” Isaac said and walked to the cafeteria.

“Should we go after her?” Stiles turned to Scott.

“I think she’ll be okay, she probably doesn’t want to even see us. I mean we are friends because of Isaac. We should find Lydia though, maybe send her a text?” They both pulled out their phones to text y/n and went to find Lydia.

Lydia was in the library with Allison, “Lydia, you have to call y/n..” Stiles told her.

“Why what’s wrong?” She asked, looking between the boys.

“y/n and Isaac just broke up in the hallway, it was pretty harsh, Isaac said some really messed up shit.” Scott explained.

Before Lydia could answer Allison chimed in, “Wh-what do you mean just broke up? I thought they had broken up already…” She asked hesitantly.

All three of them looked at her quizzically, “Why would you think that?” Lydia asked the girl.

“Well… I mean that’s just what Isaac said, or maybe I just misunderstood.”

Stiles and Lydia were fuming and Scott was just shocked, knowing what this must have meant.

“No-nothing has happened...yet, but I thought they were broken up I swear! I never saw them together anymore. I swear I would never do that to y/n.. I had no idea.”

Lydia took her phone out and tried calling y/n, “She’s not answering...I can’t skip anymore classes…”

“Me either..” Stiles and Scott said in unison.

“I think I need to talk to her anyway…” Allison said, looking at the trio hesitantly.

“Don’t hurt her anymore than she already is.” Stiles said, feeling the need to stick up for y/n, he couldn’t get the look of her face out of his head.

y/n pov

There was a knock on my door as soon as I got out of the shower. I opened the door, seeing the last person I expected. Allison. It’s not that we weren’t friends...we just never talked much. I hardly knew anything about her, not like Lydia or Scott or Stiles.

“Uhh..hi Allison...what’s up..?” I asked her.

“I heard about what happened. Lyds, Stiles, and Scott were worried, but they couldn’t skip anymore classes.” She explained.

“Oh..well that makes sense. I should have just answered them and saved you a trip.”

“Well, actually...I think there’s something I need to tell you...could I come in?” She asked me nervously. I didn’t know what on earth she could need to say to me, but I opened the door wider for her to come in.

We sat on the couch in silence for about 5 minutes, at this point I was freaked out about what she could possibly have to tell me that she was clearly freaked out about.

“Allison… I don’t want to push...but are you gonna tell me what you need to talk about, because you’re kind of scaring me?”

“I...well, this is hard for me to say. I never meant for this to happen. I really had no idea.” She said, not making any sense to me.

“Honey, I literally have no idea what you mean...I’m sorry could you give me some more?”

“Isaac…” My heart literally dropped. “He never said explicitly that you two were broken up...but he implied it. And we have been spending some time together trying to figure out the sacrifices and stuff. You have to believe me, I really thought you were broken up. That’s how he made it seem and I never saw you two together…”

I thought back to the last few weeks and how Isaac had been talking to me less and how we’d been hanging out less. That didn’t stop him from coming over and fucking me though...and I guess that’s all it had been the last few weeks. He must have been hanging out with Allison, but couldn’t make a move so came to me. I knew somewhere in the back of my mind that we had been growing distant...and maybe for a second I had thought there had been another girl, but never would I have thought Allison.

“y/n...you’re scaring me. You haven’t said anything yet.”

“What’s happened between you guys?” I asked, emotionless.

“Nothing. I swear, nothing has happened. Not even a kiss...not yet anyway. It was definitely heading there… I really didn’t know. I thought….he made it seem...I would never do this to you y/n. I know we’re not the best of friends, but I do still care about you and I swear if I had known…” She trailed off.

“You like him?” I asked.

“I...well yeah I did. But after this...I don’t want to do this to you…”

“If you like him….it is what it is. Clearly he hasn’t been in love with me for a while. I guess I’m the only one who didn’t know. Do whatever makes you happy Allison….I’m not going to stand in the way of that. It’s done now...it has been for a while I suppose.”

“y/n…” She started.

“No, I’m serious. It’s fine. Like you said, it’s not like we're best friends, you’re not breaking some code. You didn’t even know we were still together. Go do what makes you happy, I’m not holding you back from that.” I knew any minute, my composure would fall apart.

“I..I don’t know what to say..” Allison looked at me, confused and surprised.

“You don’t have to say anything...but I would like you to leave. I...I would just like to be alone for right now. You can tell them that I’m fine and I just want to be left alone. Please.” I stood up.

“I’m so sorry y/n….I really am.” And she left without another word.

I didn’t think it was possible for me to cry harder than when I walked out of school, but boy was I wrong. I cried all night, ignored my phone and ignored my doorbell. I knew my friends were just trying to check in on me, but it was not something I could handle. The next day I faked sick...and the next...and the next.

#stiles x y/n #stiles fanfiction #isaac x reader #isaac x allison #teen wolf imagine #stiles stilinksi x reader #stiles stilinski #teen wolf x reader #teen wolf fanfic

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hongjoongscafe · 2 years

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Headcannon Yunho accidentally finds out you have a secret crush on him and he battles with revealing his love in return?

Hmm... This suits him perfectly 🤔 so why not?... Thank you for your request sweet anon💓

Just imagine...

The text

Yunho(ateez)xreader

Y/f/n is calling y/n bro because my best friend and I call each other bro and it feels less formal...(?)

"You can recheck from my phone"

Permitting Yunho to check the details from her phone

She forgot that her last chat with her female best friend was open

Running out from the kitchen to stop him

But too late

The text:

Y/n: no, I mean, I loooove Yunho:( but I don't know if he feels the same... He is such a sweetheart... I don't want him to run away...😔

Y/f/n: you have loved him since when? Forever? You should be confident, bro>:|

Left his mouth wide open

It was hard for him to believe the message

His anxiety rose the highest

Without thinking

He stormed out of the apartment

She was calling him behind

But his ears stopped working

She believed that she lost her most precious friend

For him,

He was freaked out

She was someone he always wanted to spend his time

Walking down the street, hand in hand, giggling at the silliest things

She was his dream

A walking dream

Had feeling for her for a long time

He packed his feelings deep inside him

For the same reason

Months passed

He did not reply to her

She was broken

Stopped eating properly

Both broken hearts felt empty

He was feeling guilty

For storming out like that

Without listening her

After gaining enough strength

He knocked at her door

Opening the door

She looked at him with shock kissing her face

But the other side

The heart broke even more

Seeing her in the worst condition

Dark circles, dull eyes

He wanted to punish himself for her weak condition

Inviting himself in her apartment

He hugged her

As close as possible

"Y/n... I have always loved you, do you know that? Hm. I was scared to lose you... But that day, that text, I-I felt like I was dreaming, not believing that fact, I freaked out and my first instinct was to go back and collect myself together. I got scared for a sec. I love you so much, y/n. I'm sorry I left you like this, I really am."

They hugged each other harder

Not wanting to let go of their dear lovers

"Yunho, I love you to the point that it hurts..."

She cried

Tilting her head

He joined his lips with her

His soft plush lips

Kissed her deeper

"You won't feel or get hurt anymore... I'm here, with you... Forever..."

He assured

The love they had for each other

Was nothing but pure and cute

Something one could only dream off...

*do NOT repost, plz* *I am not the owner of the pictures, I just edited them*

[ if you want, you can send a request for headcanons (for any idol). I would love to write about that:)]

Masterpost

#ateez #ateez yunho #jeong yunho #yunho x reader #yunho fluff #yunho imagines #yunho angst #yunho headcanons #ateez fluff #yunho fanfic #ateez angst #ateez headcanons #kpop #kpop headcanons #kpop fanfic #kpop imagines #request: ✔#sweet anon #the text

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mizunetzu · 4 years

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Plz make a prat 2 to its your fault!!! It was SO GOOD!!

LMAO I WASNT GONNA BUT I BROKE 100 FOLLOWERS PURELY BC THAT FIC SO-

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Kuroo x reader - it’s your fault (pt. 2)

⚠️warnings - none

Pronouns - male, he/him

part one can be found here! , and if the link is broken, check my pinned masterlist!

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Sports sucks. That’s the mindset (y/n) carried over to Karasuno, in his second year of high school.

He was doing great. He joined the writing club, he did extra well in his English classes, and even made acquaintances who didn’t force them to learn a sport for the rest of their life’s.

He doesn’t think he’d call them “friends” though. They weren’t as close as he was to his ‘teammates’. Or Kenma. Or Kuroo.

But then again, his relationship with Kuroo wasn’t real. And (y/n) will forever hate him for that. He’ll hate his guts for as long as he lives, for wasting his time and giving up his passion just because he couldn’t suck it up to tell him he didn’t want to be friends anymore.

“(L/n)-San, you’re late.”

A cold sweat broke out on (y/n). He looked up at his history teacher, with a nervous smile. He didn’t care for that class as much as the others, so it’s hard to keep up when you aren’t interested.

“(L/n), this is your third offense. I’m going to have to send you to detention. Take your seat and see me after class.”

“Yes sensei...”

He tiptoed to his seat and slid into his chair, with his head down. It was his first detention. He wasn’t going to lie when he said he was nervous.

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The detention wasn’t as bad as he thought it would be. When he walked in, the teacher supervising was asleep on his desk, and there were only about 4-5 second years in there.

None really stood out, minus the one sitting in the corner, with his feet up, spinning a volleyball in between his hands. He had hair that reminded him of that bitch Kuroo, except it was styled like that on purpose, and there was a streak of blond straight in the middle.

The stranger seemed to catch his disgusted face, and said “Oi-you got a problem, pretty boy?”

(Y/n) wiped the look off his face and leaned a against the wall, not wanting to sit down. He stood there for about 5 minutes, before he heard the ever so familiar sound of a volleyball being smacked. Absentmindedly, he turned towards the sound, and brought his hands up to receive the ball. It’s the first thing they drill into your mind in that prison called Nekoma, so could you really blame him?

The thing he didn’t expect, was the ball to actually hit his hands. He thought the sound was in his head, or the boy just smacked the ball in his hands, but he didn’t think that he threw the damn ball at him. The ball effortlessly bounced off his arms and flew back into the hands of the boy, who had a shocked, excited, expression.

“You play volleyball?!” The boy jumped out of his seat and ran up to him. He was short, but then again, (y/n) wasn’t that tall to begin with.

“I...don’t...I’m sorry.”

“Bullshit! That was a perfect receive! I’ve seen guys on my team who don’t have a receive as good as that!”

Team? He thought there would be no ‘team’. This is the one school with that ‘fallen crows’ thing, right?

The boy was jumping up and down, praising his receive and making weird sound effects. He’s never really been praised on his receive before. It was heartwarming.

“-and you gotta join my team!”

“Hell no. I don’t play volleyball anymore. I’m done with it.” The words came out like an automated response. The boy tilted his head to the side.

“Why not? Your one of those new kids right? I don’t think I’ve seen you last year.”

“I don’t care much to talk about it” (y/n) chuckled and sat down. The boy sat down next to him, to his disappointment.

“I’m Nishinoya Yuu. What’s your name?”

“(Y/n).” (Y/n) said nothing more, mainly because he was used to going by his first name at Nekoma.

“(Y/n)? Just (y/n)? Is that your first name or your last orrrr-“

“First,” (y/n) drummed his fingers on the desk. “I don’t like formalities when it comes to spor-“

That response came out automatically aswell. It’s something Kenma said so much, that he started doing it aswell. They weren’t even doing sports. They’re in detention for gods sake.

“Nice to meet you man!” Nishinoya gave him a pat on the back. (Y/n) flinched a bit. Kenma wasn’t touchy at all, and Kuroo avoided as much contact with him as possible. Yet this...stranger was talking to him like he was the last person on earth. He was the center of attention right now. And he loved that feeling.

Are all countryside people this nice? Back in Tokyo, or at least with Kenma and Kuroo, they weren’t so...touchy. And the team wasn’t touchy as well. But maybe this is different. Maybe...

“You have to at least VISIT the practice! I won’t force you to join! But this is my last day of detention before I finally return and it would be cool if I got another player in! Not that I’m assuming you’ll want to play instantly but-“

“I’ll do it.”

“Really!?”

He was just going to watch. He wanted to see how different the Miyagi players were compared to Tokyo. That’s all. After that he’s going to leave. No more volleyball.

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Nishinoya and (y/n) became good friends during the remainder of the detention. He told (y/n) he was a libero, and asked what his old position was. He lied and said he was a libero too. There was really no reason to lie, but he didn’t want to say he was a setter either.

On their way to the gym, (y/n) could practically feel how excited Nishinoya was. It was something (y/n) could never understand. They neared the entrance to the gym, when Nishinoya suddenly sprinted inside. A ball hurdled towards him, and he returned in the direction it came from, with little to no effort.

(Y/n) jogged in after him. “Noya! Warn me when you start sprinting damnit! you scared me!” A boy with bright orange hair, also pretty short, stared at Nishinoya with wide eyes.

“He’s...he’s shorter than me!”

“Huh? Hey, what did you just say?!” The libero got ready to pounce on the other short boy when he choked out a panicked “s-sorry!”

They started going back and forth on stuff

(y/n) wasn’t paying attention to, when 3 other people walked into the gym.

“Oi! Noya-San!”

“Ryu!”

The unknown people started greeting Nishinoya, while (y/n) stood awkwardly to the side.

“Oh! Let me introduce you.” Noya gestured towards (y/n), who stiffened once all eyes landed on him. My name is (y/n), uh-just (y/n). I don’t like formalities when it comes to sports.”

“Yeah! He said he wanted to watch-“

“Actually I want to join.”

It was something (y/n) said on impulse, after looking at everyone’s friendly attitude. They looked at (y/n), even though he was a total stranger, like he was a part of the family. He couldn’t help the words spilling out of his mouth. Nishinoya went silent, along with everyone in the room. A smile grew on Noyas face as he shook (y/n’s) shoulders giddily.

“That’s great! What position are you going to play?” The black haired dude with tan skin said, walking up to (y/n) and patting him on the back. Again, with everyone’s kindness. It’s so weird.

“Set-“

His throat closed in as if it told him he wasn’t supposed to say that. He felt the piercing stare of a boy with black hair and blue eyes. He was most likely a setter. He also looked at the kind smile of the man with silver hair, but how his eyes betrayed his kind look. They looked sad, and droplet of sweat rolled down his cheek. He was probably a setter, too. (Y/n) closed his mouth, then opened it again.

“...Libero. I want to play libero with Noya, if that’s alright.”

(Y/n) hoped he wouldn’t regret his decision. Not of signing up as a libero, his defense was pretty strong and on par with Noyas. He just hoped he wouldn’t regret joining the volleyball team he sought to never set foot on.

But everyone’s warm, friendly smiles made him forget about his inner turmoil, even temporarily.

He’d guess he’d have to quit the writing club, then.

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“Rolllllling thunnnnnder!”

Noya dove for the ball and tumbled away, before standing up, looking proud of himself.

Tanaka and (y/n) started laughing hysterically, while Suga awkwardly mused out a “N-nice receive..”

“Why did he yell that out?” Kageyama looked just as dumbfounded as Sugawara, while Tsukishima and Yamaguchi stifled their laughter. “Pfft-what was that?”

“Kageyama! Tsukishima! Yamaguchi! I’m going to lecture you all! Crouch down! I mean-sit down!”

That just made (y/n) laugh even harder. He forgot why he hated volleyball so much, his stamina built to the point he wasn’t dying when he ran laps, and moments like these made him feel like he was on top of the world. He had a family. A new start. Things were going great. Nothing could ever-

“Everyone! I want you to gather around!” Takeda-Sensei burst through the gym doors, making everyone turn their heads. He started talking about some “golden week training camp” and how they needed to practice. (Y/n) wasn’t really paying attention, choosing to jokingly poke Tanakas waist with a “rollingu tsandaa~!!” Until-

“-and for the last day of golden week, I’ve arranged a practice match!”

Tanaka shooed away (y/n’s) hands and cheered. “Whooah! Who’s our opponent?”

“A venerated school in Tokyo, Nekoma high school.”

(Y/n’s) heart stopped. Every moment of his childhood he wasted cane flooding back just as he started to feel content with his new high school life. His eyes widened dramatically and his mouth hung open a tad. Sugawara seemed to notice, and gave him a concerned look as everyone was buzzing about the practice match.

“You okay?” No response.

“(Y/n?)” no response.

(Y/n) felt the ground swirling under his feet. It suddenly felt like there wasn’t enough air in the gym and the knee pads squeezed the everliving hell out of his legs.

“(Y/n)!” All eyes were on him. He was on the ground, sitting down and starring blankly at Takeda-sensei, while everyone silently stared back at (y/n).

This situation felt familiar.

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The training camp flew by in a flash. It was one or two day before the dreaded match with Nekoma, and they were sprinting around the street to warmup. However Hinata, being Hinata, ran too far and unknowningly, to a place he didn’t recognize.

“Did I get lost?” His thoughts were intruded when he saw a boy, with bleach blond hair, sitting on the curb playing on his phone.

‘A bright red jersey. You don’t see much of those around here.’ Hinata thought.

“Hey! What are you doing?” Hinata ran up to the boy, who was obviously startled by Hinatas sudden exclamation. He looked from his phone, to Hinata, then to the ground.

“Um...I’m lost...”

“Eh? You’re from out of town?” Hinata cocked his head to the side, as the boy with the blond hair turned back to his phone.

“Yeah.”

They stood in silence, with Hinata admiring the game the boy was playing on his phone, when he suddenly jumped up, squealing.

“Are you a volleyball player?! Those are volleyball shoes!”

“Oh...yeah...”

The boy put his phone down and looked at him though his mop of hair. Hinata jumped up and down excitedly.

“I’m in a volleyball club too. I’m Hinata Shoyo!”

Another silence engulfed them, before the boy spoke up. “Kozume...”

“Kozume? That’s you name?”

The boy, ‘Kozume’, looked down at his bag. He then drew his gaze back up, mumbling out a “Kenma” before he looked back down.

“So your Kenma, Huh? Are you in high school?”

“Yeah...I’m a second year.”

Hinata stiffened and straighted his posture rigidly. “Crap! Your older than me! P-pardon me!”

“Don’t worry, I don’t really like formalities when it comes to sports.”

That statement made Hinatas shoulders relax, now sporting an odd look on his face. Kenma noticed his gaze, but said nothing. The thing he said now, was exactly what (Y/n) always said. When he introduced himself when he joined, when he introduced himself to Asahi who joined soon after, and to everyone whom he didn’t know beforehand when in the gym. It was like his catch phase.

“You...remind me of one of my teammates. Uh-! Not exactly! He’s more um...rowdy? B-But you said something he always says and-“

Kenma perked up, whipping his head to Hinata with questioning eyes. He, however, noticed his abrupt nature, and looked back down, trying to focus on his phone.

“Um...what position do you play?”

“Setter.”

“Ehhh?! Really? Your waaay different than our setter! our setter is a litt-“

“Does your setter have (H/c) hair? Or is he kind of clingy who likes video games?”

Hinata looked at him with a confused expression. Kenma looked at Hinata with prying eyes that almost seemed desperate. He was clutching his phone in his hands a little too tightly, to the point his knuckles turned white.

After taking Hinatas silence for a ‘no’ he turned his attention back to his phone, with pursed lips and a “...nevermind...”

The conversation they had was pretty tame afterwards, Hinata complaining about how scary his setter is or how it’s odd that he’s short for a middle blocker.

(Y/n) came jogging down the street Hinata took, along with Sugawara trailing behind him. Once (y/n) took sight of the familiar orange tuft of hair, he smiled. However, once he was about to call out his name, he heard a voice and a name he hasn’t heard in forever.

“Kenma!”

(Y/n) looked past Hinata to see a boy with blond hair. It wasn’t the Kenma he knew, his Kenma has black hair, but it could’ve easily been bleached. He looked a little further and locked eyes with someone he sought to destroy from his mind.

Kuroo.

(Y/n) stood there, frozen to his core, before a harsh glare graced the cheery persona he sought to uphold. Kenma stood up and waved a goodbye to his new friend, before jogging up to Kuroo. Kuroo broke into a cold sweat, shoving his hands in his pockets and averting his eyes guiltily.

Sugawara rounded the corner, before his eyes landed on Hinata and (y/n).

“Ah! Hinata!”

Hinata flinched and turned around to see Sugawara, and (y/n), who was clenching his fists with a disgusted look on his face.

“Man, we were looking all over-“

“Who were you talking you, Hinata?”

(Y/n’s) words dripped with venom. He wasn’t one to get angry, but he grew to resent Nekoma as a whole. Not just Kuroo. He hated Nekoma almost as much as he used to hate sports.

“Uh-I made a friend-he says he plays volleyball too-“

“No shit.”

(Y/n) scoffed and walked away, presumably to go back to where everyone was. Suga and Hinata stood there awkwardly.

“What’s wrong with him?”

“I don’t know...we should go back, though.”

The two boys trailed behind (y/n), deciding that he wasn’t in the mood to talk.

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Pt 3??? Anyone??? Lmaooo

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