Author's Note: Another one of my little blurbs released from my many drafts as I work on asks! ໒꒰ྀི ˶• ༝ •˶ ྀི১ As always, I’ll respond to any comment and leave a like if you enjoyed! I hope you enjoy it!!૮꒰˶ฅ́˘ฅ̀˶꒱ა -ᵇᵇʸᵇˡᵒᵒʳᵒˢᵉˢ𐔌՞. .՞𐦯🩵
Title: Illumi’s Love. ꧁🔪*✣❤️
Illumi’s love is obsessive. It’s smothering. It’s the type of twisted love that can crush you.
Yet, it’s the same type of love that’s caring and attentive.
He tries to get a needle into you every time you’re about to make a reckless decision. He just doesn’t want to see you hurt!– even if you are an Assassin like he is.
Sometimes he thinks about keeping you controlled with one of his needles embedded right in your brain— no.
In your heart.
Somewhere that he should always be, somewhere that he’d be in forever. Yet, for some reason, he couldn’t do it. Besides the fact that, similarly to Killua, you eventually sense the needle, but as much as he wants you, he doesn’t want you to be a mindless puppet.
He wouldn’t want to exchange any part of you for more or less of another one, but that didn’t change the fact that he needed you.
He needs you.
So he did what any normal person would.
He stalked you.
Oh! And if he was busy? He could never be too busy for you He already had butlers assigned to the task of watching you if he wasn’t available.
Of course, you noticed everytime to the point that you started knowing the butlers by name, even engaging them in casual conversation.
Wrong move. ⛌
When Illumi noticed the sudden familiarity you had with his staff he was quick to cut it off.
When you confronted him about it he coldly asked,
“Why do you care?”
“What did you do?” You said, eyes narrowing at the assassin.
“They were getting too close to you and you were getting attached.” Illumi stated.
“Attached? What are you talking about?!” You exclaimed, still concerned about the butler’s who became Illumi’s target for simply speaking to you.
“If there’s anyone you should be attached to, it should be me.” Illumi said as he grabbed your hand and pulled you closer to him.
While his hands were cold, almost lifeless, his actions were the exact opposite. They were filled with life and unwavering desire.
It was then you realized the extent of Illumi’s love.
It knew no bounds and could never be controlled.
The only way this depth of emotion in him was sated was through you.
Your attention, Your gaze, Your Love.
He wanted everything you had to offer and more.
So, it’d probably be best to just give it to him, besides, overtime you’ll see just how 'good' he can be.
will learns something about himself // Willmack ficlet (kinda)
A/N: entirely wsh-centric. not sure where else to put this but like enjoy ig
Will’s a normal guy.
He tells himself this as he pads across the carpet of his bedroom to close the door, double-checking that the click of the lock isn’t lying to him and the door is well and truly secured shut.
Just a regular dude.
He tells himself this as he hastily shoves an airpod in his ear, playing a second of a random song on shuffle to ensure that they’re actually connected; swiping around on his phone until the words You’ve gone Incognito stare at him from the screen. The cursor blinks in the search bar. He blinks back. Looks away for a second, squeezing his eyes tight.
He’s not an average man, but he’s not, like, weird, or anything.
He tells himself this as he fat fingers far ass wjite girl porn into Google with one hand, other hand clumsily untying the waistband of his sweatpants and slipping under to where he’s hard and aching.
Truthfully, he’s almost there already, hissing as he grinds the heel of his hand over his dick. He can already feel his palm getting sticky from the amount of precum he’s leaking through his boxers. He keeps up the slow, gentle pressure as he scrolls through the different links, breathing heavily out of his nose.
“Sexy ass PAWG Gets DESTROYED”
Will wrinkles his nose at that one. Next.
“Slutty White Girl gets Fat Ass POUNDED HARD”
Added to Bookmarks.
“Thick Ass Blonde Takes TWO Dicks”
Ouch.
“Big White Ass gets BRUTAL FUCKING”
Okay, that’s just absurd.
Will lets his eyes unfocus after reaching the third page of the search results. He’s not even touching his dick anymore, instead resting it in the trail of hair below his bellybutton. He’s still somewhat hard, has to be, with the amount of smooth, bare skin he’s seeing, but the boiling need under his skin has slowed down to a simmer.
Then he sees it.
The thumbnail is kinda blurry, a still taken from the video rather than a professionally-shot photo. Obviously filmed on a phone or something. A girl being taken from behind, the guy’s hand on her hip. It's almost dwarfed by the size of her ass.
The video quality is kinda shitty, honestly. Reminds him of old Cup streams he’s watched on YouTube. He can just make out the girl’s pale skin, the curve of a waist into a plush, round ass, brown hair hanging down around her face.
The audio, though, is crystal clear. The hand from the thumbnail is only in the shot for a few seconds before she’s reaching back and slapping it away with a, “Don’t fucking touch me,” as she works her hips back onto the guy’s cock. His responding whimper sends a strange thrill through Will’s body, landing somewhere low in his belly.
The blurry hand hovers over her body, and she must feel it, because she’s turning her head until a single dark eye peeks through her waterfall of hair.
She looks…bored, almost. Will kinda feels for the guy, until she says, breathily, “Aw, you wanna touch so bad, don’t you,” her hips picking up pace. There’s no question. It’s like she just knows. The slapping sound their bodies make is obscene.
He can feel his dick stirring again, warmth pooling in his groin.
Will can just barely make out the glint of her teeth in the low light as she snaps, “Too fucking bad. You’ll take what I give you, won’t you?” Her pace goes staccato, hips forcing back with each word. There’s a pitiful uh huh from behind the camera.
The blond’s enraptured, chest rising and falling rapidly, eyes wide. His dick is fully with the program now, straining against the fabric of his boxers. He shoves a hand into his underwear–biting his lip at how slick everything is–matching the slide of his fist to the rhythm of the girl’s bouncing.
Dude must be really into whatever this is, because his voice is a wreck as he whines, “Please, baby, you’re so fucking hot, let me fuck you,” and Will furrows his brow at that, because isn’t the guy already doing it?
A cruel laugh. Her voice is all air as she says, “You’re so cute,” switching from punishing bounces to grinding her ass into him. She’s mean with it, tone condescending, and she laughs again when the guy makes a pitiful noise. “Acting like this is about you. Like I care. Do you think I give a fuck?”
Will swallows down a noise of his own, forcing himself to hold back from fucking into his hand. He’s leaking like crazy, now, and he’s grateful his parents are heavy sleepers because it all sounds so wet. His grip around himself is looser than usual, flirting around the head, thumb just barely dipping into his slit. Solidarity with the guy, or whatever. Nothing to do with how his spine tingles at the self-denial, how it makes his cheeks burn with shame, how that only intensifies the pleasure.
The camera is shaking violently now. There’s another desperate whine. “Baby, baby, please, I–”
He’s cut off by her pulling him out at lightning speed, delicate hand wrapping tightly around the base of his cock. She’s not even looking at the camera lens. She’s looking up at him, dark eyes sparkling, grin wicked as she says, “Don’t you dare fucking come,” and her hand starts moving slowly, fingertips gliding across the shaft, completely ignoring the head. The guy’s dick twitches.
There’s another laugh. “God, you’re pathetic,” she moans out, like he’s still fucking her. Will can see her hand moving between her legs, grits his teeth at the little gasp she lets out as she starts working her fingers into herself.
Will closes his eyes. Holds himself at the base, pretending his hand is hers.
He’s so fucking hard. He can feel himself throbbing in his hand, precum cooling as it hits the air, sending a shiver through him. There’s a bead of sweat dripping down his temple.
She’s rambling, now.
“Fuck, you’re still so hard. You really wanna come, don’t you?” uh huh. “Do you think you deserve it?” Nuh uh. That gets a moan out of her.
“That’s right,” she coos, voice gone all high-pitched. “You don’t. But I’m feeling nice.”
A sigh of relief. Then a pained groan.
Her tone is sharp. “I wasn’t fucking done. You can come like this, or not at all.”
Will chances a peek at the screen. She’s bent over in front of him, the same position from the beginning of the video, only she’s not touching the guy anymore. One hand is still being used to work herself open, slick sounds fully picked up by the mic, while the other is steadily rubbing at her clit. The poor guy’s dick is flushed red, curving upward, twitching desperately where it lays on the fat of her ass.
He slams his eyes shut again.
“Wow, it’s going crazy, huh?” She giggles. “It’s sad, really. All that dick and you have no idea how to fucking use it. Such a pretty one, too. What a shame. Have to do everything myself, don’t I?”
A strangled noise, followed by I’msorryI’msorryI’msorry. “Shut up. Don’t wanna hear it. Gonna come before me?” She asks, and she almost sounds competitive about it.
Will’s hand is working furiously over his cock now, the schlick schlick schlick noise filling the room, bouncing around the walls, pinballing in his brain. He wants to come so fucking bad. Can feel it building, abs tightening, thighs twitching. His arm burns from the exertion. He’s glad for the steady stream of precum that’s been flowing over his fingers, because his shit would be chafed raw without it. He’d forgotten to grab the lube in his haste to get off.
“Ooh, I can feel it. You’re gonna do it, aren’t you? Poor baby, you’re shaking so badly. I bet you’re all backed up, huh? Gonna come so much, shame you couldn’t even finish fucking me, could’ve cum deep inside–”
Will can hear a low, guttural moan, followed by a breathy giggle, wet sounds getting louder before she’s coming, too.
He’s so so so close, but he’s good, lasted longer than the guy in the video, even–
“Fuck, yeah, that’s it, look at me,” she moans out.
His eyes are still closed, but he’s imagining it; thick thighs leading into a ridiculous ass; the delicate knobs of bone along the spine, the valley of muscle that lays on top; pink lips curved up in a mischievous grin.
Green eyes looking up at him, gaze molten, challenging, like, C’mon, Smitty–
Will comes. Hard.
He has to shove his face into his pillow to keep from waking anyone up, feeling the fabric get wet under him with his drool. He gets it between his teeth and grinds down on it, cotton rubbing against his molars.
It’s so fucking much, how his whole body tenses like he’s been shot, how he can feel the ropes of cum landing on his shirt, hot where it sits. It lasts for so long that he starts to get a cramp in his calf, and the pain from it has him releasing a few weak spurts before his dick slips out of his hand, spent.
He wipes his filthy hand on his sweats, staring up at the ceiling as he tries to catch his breath. Curls and uncurls his toes, bringing himself back into his body.
Using his clean hand, he pats the comforter around him, searching for his phone. He exits the incognito tab, closes the browser. He goes back to Instagram, procrastinating the clean-up he knows he’s going to have to do.
Something like dread runs cold down his spine, breath frozen in his chest, when he’s greeted with his last viewed post.
Fuck. Fuck.
. . .
[Pictured: Mack on a soccer pitch. All-black, backwards cap. The photo’s taken mid-kick, leg muscles bulging with the movement. His ass curves out ridiculously under his tiny shorts.]
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Tim drake but instead of loosing his spleen he lost part of his leg.
Tim thought it was obvious he was missing his right leg from the knee down. It was a whole leg that was missing after all. Sure he was wearing a prosthetic made by Ra's' best people.
One he painfully earned after that crazy fucker made him fight a bunch of his assassins one legged in order to "proof himself as the true heir of the bat he saw in him" or something. So sure, the leg might be more advanced than most, and it imitated natural steps a lot easier and even made it possible to easily run without switching to a different leg. Truly it was a perfect leg be vigilante with. But he never even bothered to give it human like appearances.
But apparently the Fam didn't notice. When he returned with Bruce everyone was too reliefed to give Tim a closer look and it just never came up afterwards.
Tim thought they just didn't want to ask about it in a weird attempt of being polite or even caring. Bruce surely did enough research on how it happened on his own. The man spend the whole travel back to Gotham with Tim after all. Tim truly believed the world's greatest detective would have noticed his missing leg.
Except he didn't. Not if he interpreted the way they looked so incredibly disturbed by is nonchalant way of handlinh the boiling hot chemicals that landed on his metal leg. He just brushed it off, the battle continued and since nothing seemed to be injured no one pressed him when he said "Must've missed me after all"
Now, how do you deal with a family that didn't notice you're missing a leg? That's right you fuck with them.
First thing he did was buy himself a few more realistic looking prosthetic leg. It had to be custom made to fit his stump so it took a whole but it was a worthwhile investment.
The first one was Jason. Call it a twisted revenge for trying to kill him but Tim just really wanted him to be messed with the most. So one day when he knew it was only Jason and him on patrol he strategically set himself down to fall. Crunching some spaghettis to ass in a sickening way only to stand up and walk away as if nothing ever happened.... With his foot toned the wrong way around. Insisting on nothing being wrong and Jason being delusional whenever the older boy tried to get him to get medical treatment. He switched it up the whole evening, whenever he was out of sight he turned the fool right and wrong. Driving the guy insane.
Jason did not sleep well that night. He was also top weirded out and unsure if what he saw was real to talk about it with anyone else.
Then, he challenged dick to a flexibility contest seeing how far they han bend their knees and feet. Even Mr bones are a social construct gymnast Richard Grayson looked horrified as Tim stood there, food bend almost in half, knee twisted to the impossible and what looked lihe a bend in the middle of his leg. Dick claimed cheating except the thing that greeted him when he demanded Tim to puch up his pant leg to expose his trick was a normal looking leg. The first Robin did lots of stretches in the following weeks. His pride was hurt after all.
Finding a way to mess with Damian was a bit more difficult. The brat still made a bunch of harsh comments again and again and he really wasn't close enough with Tim to be easily gaslit. The kid was a trained assassin and was probably used to a bunch of weird shit considering everything Ra's. So Tim decided he could go a bit more gory on Robin than the others. So one night he sat in front of Damians room, in the dark hallway and waited till one of his pets passed him. Once Alfred the Cat came along he made some louder coping noise that would Definetly make the kid look out to check on his animals. It worked just as planned, Damian peeked out his door to see Tim, crosslegged and barefoot on the floor, seemingly cutting off his toe to feed the cat. In reality it was nothing more than a cat treat and carefully picked, animal safe food coloring.
The kid scremed at him, threatened to stab him, punched him real good for harming his cat and took off with said cat to find Alfred so the older man could check on the poor kitten. Of course not beforeaking sure Tim was in an adequate amount of pain on the floor, with his 'injured' food secured to the floor with another knife. Only to return with a worried Alfred on tow to see Tim, standing two whole bare feet with a confused expression and a bag of cat treats in the hall.
Tim got a broken nose for it but it surely was worth it. Especially once he quietly whispered a 'no one will ever belief you' to the kid in passing. He might have traumatised the boy a little but Tim fought it justified for all the attempted murder he suffered.
"Yes! Well, I'll get going now." Solomon said. "Have that net as a gift from yours truly—Oh! Not to be boastful, If you're going to eat at the cafeteria, I hope you asked for the soup special, I made it myself "
Later...
"Do NOT EVER try the soup special!" Yuki said angrily as the boys arrived in the cafeteria.
The boys looked at their table seeing Yuki eating a bowl of purple soup.
Here the first snippet of the new fic I'm trying to write🫣
Please tell me if there's things you think you think could be improved!
Clue what the story is about : 💰💰🔫
Here's part 2
"What about the B-E-A-C-H?" Buck asks, propping his phone against a bottle on the table.
Eddie raises an eyebrow as he watches Buck sit down through the phone. "What, no ? We're not gonna go without you. You love the b-"
Over the summer, they had reached the conclusion that some words were just unpronounceable in Theo's presence, and the beach was definitely one of them. "-b--baking! Baking!" Eddie sighs of relief, one jumping crisis avoided. "Which is why I'm wondering why you're not in the kitchen right now."
Buck chuckles. "Ravi's cooking."
"Ravi knows how to cook?"
"Ravi can hear you." The latter groaned, sending a mean look to Buck as if he was the one who said anything. Buck decided to ignore him.
"Why not the zoo? Chris could show him around."
A mischievous grin appeared on Eddie's face. He titled the camera to make the teenager appear.
"Chris isn't coming with us this afternoon. He has homework..."
The teenager frowned at his dad.
"... At Yasmin's house."
Ah. Yasmin was Chris' new friend he made once he came back from El Paso. He has quite a tendency to blush when he talks about her...
"Dad!"
"What?"
"It's just a group project!"
Buck decides to chime in as well.
"Ah the group project. The group project with Yasmin. Yasmin's group project. The group project specially conceived for Yasmin. That group project."
Further away from the microphone, Buck stills hears Theo's giggle and 'Buck is weird'.
"You're right Theo, Buck *IS* weird. And Dad too."
Eddie still has his smug face. "But you're also staying longer so she can help you with Literature." He wiggles his eyebrows.
"It's not like you or Buck can help, you both suck at literature."
"You're right mijo, you're our only hope to save the family's honor... Until Theo can read... At least."
Buck's heart squeezes as Eddie so easily fuses both their families as one. He laughs a bit too late, hoping it doesn't betray his so-not-panicking mind. It seems to have succeeded because on the screen Eddie and Chris are grimacing at each other. However, behind his phone, he can see Ravi looking at him with a raised eyebrows and an annoying know-it-all look.
Then Eddie looks at the camera again. "Well, I guess we'll just improvise after Pepa's."
"I'm sure you'll find something."
"Of course, some calm and relaxing activities, right Theo?"
"YEEEEEEES !"
"See? Calm and relaxation in person."
"Yeah good luck with that" Buck chuckles.
Chris mutters something Buck doesn't hear, and suddenly Eddie sighed, resigned.
"Well, Buck, seems like we're going to drop off Chris late if we don't get started now so..."
So Buck has to end the call and get FOMO from time he won't get to spend with his favourite boys.
"Yep."
"Ok, Chris, Theo, say bye to Buck."
The camera shifts to the teenager, "Bye Buck, see you tonight!" then to the coffee table, where his toddler is destroying an innocent piece of paper. He grins at the camera and shakes his hands. "BYE BYE BYE BUCK !"
"Have a great day guys! Bye bye bye!" He sends a kiss to the camera, and hangs up.
He gets approximately three seconds of calm, before Ravi decides to annoy him.
"Do you think Eddie and Chris remember they have their own house?"
"What?"
"Why couldn't Eddie babysit Theo at his place? You know what, don't answer."
Buck grimaces, and shrugs. "Why are you being weird about this?"
"I'm not being weird." the younger one shrugs and starts the cooking plates.
"On a totally unrelated note, hypothetically if May and I started betting on your love-life, would you be mad?"
"Why are you never normal?" Buck grimaces, and stand up to go join Julie from B-shift.
"Are you leaving? I'm taking that as your approval!"
Try drawing that satisfying scene where Cale choked the hell out of that Adin bastard.
And I may or may not have some draft about an AU where Cale was forced to go to the Mogoru Empire as a hostage after the elf village fiascos and suffered badly under one sadist bastard imperial prince named Adin until that battle in the Caro Kingdom when Cale snapped and decided he would not bother to hide his strength any more when all his plan were in-place and the Roan Kingdom had grown strong enough. Hence the satisfaction Cale felt when he strangled the shit out of that bastard that had abused him both physically and mentally for the last year.
Still haven’t time to actually write it down though…
background: y/n a wag for the chiefs who is dating travis kelce of 3 years finds out he cheated on her. she assures herself that she'd never watch the nfl nor date another nfl player, until a convincing quarterback hits her dms.
(all pics from pinterest, all rights reserved)
synopsis: y/n gets "cheated on", small time jump to present day.
word count: 571
notes: kept this part short, enjoy.
warning: this is a au aka alternative universe series, depictions of cheating , duex instigating as usual
(group chat in joes pov, y/n was removed from the gc)
Opening social media that one fateful monday morning was something you shouldve never done. Immediately notifications pop up about a video of Joe and a model at a gathering sitting next to eachother. But in the video, the model gets up and sits on his lap.
Immediately you felt nauseous, what coursed him to do this to you. Why did he do this to his pregnant girlfriend. And the fact that she was embracing the fact she was a whore on her tiktok page by sneak dissing you was your last straw.
Getting out of bed, you slip on your slippers and stomp downstairs in a robe. Walking into the kitchen where Joe's sitting at the counter scrolling on his phone. What may seem like a normal day to him, you were seeing red. Snatching the phone out of his hand and holding it tight so he couldnt take it back.
"What the hell y/n." his deep voice echoes through the kitchen as he tries to get his phone back but your hand never budges from letting the electronic go. The betrayal clearly showing on your face as you unlock his phone.
"How long have you been hiding this from me?" The pain in your voice, the teary eyes that made his heart get even colder. He knows he messed up so he treads lightly
"Y/n. I-I am so sorry. It was when we first started dating."
"I already have trust issues, you dont know how bad he hurt me!" you scream straight at Joe. Throwing his phone back at him and running upstairs as fast as you can. Knowing you have a trip planned to the Keys, remembering that he wont be able to talk to you for a bit in person.
And even a few hours later while on flight with your friends privately you try to keep your face straight, off social media to delay your emotions taking over. How could Joe do that to you? This was a place where'd you been before awhile back with Travis.
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duexmoi: y/n y/ln spotted in key west alone! could this mean that her and joe are over?
username_8: time for the breakup photoshoot y/n!
username_9: yall stalking her is wild
username_10: travis enjoying the downfall.. okay
username_11: shes actually pretty.
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Returning back home was stressful, almost missing your flight due to one of your friends not waking up early and people in your way. But when you returned back to the house Joe was on the couch in the living room, shirtless with his hair wet fresh out of the shower.
He looked at you slightly knowing this look made you go insane although the situation you necessarily didnt cover before leaving wasnt ideal. So as you sit down he turns off the TV and turns his attention towards you.
"Y/N."
"I know this isnt what you want but I truely apologize, we were talking when that incident happened and it just now made the media." Joe says with bags underneath his eyes as he bites his lip as a anxiety reliever.
The relief came to you, knowing you were in the wrong for accusing him for doing it while dating brought guilt of the things you said. He wasnt yours when it happened, only the talking stage that you were both in at the time.
Joe looked down at the rug, tearing up and closed his eyes thinking you may not forgive him until he felt your chest and scent as you hugged him. Knowing he'd never get forgiven for something like this he broke down into tears, some cruel rumor almost messed up what you had between him.
notes: it was almost done so i finished it in my drafts.. 2 uploads in one day now goodnight! also, do yall think joe shouldve got taken back by y/n?
