#and also 'please just text them back god you're pathetic'

[daffythefox]

^ my tags on a different post wanted to update that they also dmed me asking if i was okay. which means they’ve now triple texted me they’re literally obsessed with me i won the narc crash (is still emotionally devastated)

[silkscream]

smut idea if you wanted options idk i live to serve (my liege) but stress fuck with peter bc uni is killing him and he’s on the streets every night and happy won’t get off his ass so when you crawl into his bed in just a t shirt and underwear he quite literally goes insane

18+ mdni!!!!!!!!!!!

god peter is so fucking pathetic. he barely has time to himself. barely has time to fucking breathe. yet, when he's alone -- when he knows that he'll at least be alone for the night -- he occupies his time by palming his cock at the thought of you. he thinks of your plump, pink mouth, how it circles his cock. how it sucks heart-shaped bruises on his neck and his broad chest.

and there's a night that he's free -- he means it loosely because he has to wake up the next morning to immediately volunteer. then, his schedule is packed with exam moderation, which he also volunteered for. he's busy as hell, and you'd gotten so used to it that you decided to occupy yourself without him. when you don't text back within five hours, he feels crushed.

but you don't leave him waiting for long. it's his night off, after all. you're excited to have him around in general. the two of you indulge in a marathon of your favorite tv show (you're mostly rewatching because peter had been too absent to watch the season with you, though you don't tell him this) and cooking dinner together. fulfilling his domestic fantasy, ravishing you in sweet kisses.

but peter also craves you in a way he can't say out loud. well, he can -- he's a big boy, he can tell his girlfriend that he wants to fuck her. but it's been a while, and the way you make your sleepytime tea and do your skincare routine discourages him from trying anything.

but then he watches you crawl into your bed with just a t-shirt -- his t-shirt -- and panties. he joins you, spooning you, though he's weary of the growing length that's probably prodding the back of your legs right now.

"want something, peter?" you tease.

he groans in frustration. he doesn't have the energy to play this game with you -- dancing around what he really wants. so he grasps you tightly, hands exploring your hips as he hovers over you. you're pliable underneath him, so soft and sweet.

peter wishes he had all the time in the world just so he could eat you out for hours. but he's been denying himself of you for weeks. he hasn't been able to be next to you in such a close capacity for weeks, either.

so he fucks you easily. there's no resistance -- you were wet by the time his bare cock was even prodding in between your folds. he still feels bad that he wasn't able to prep you (he really fucking wanted to eat you out), but you're still wet enough for him. the way you want him is enough.

peter has to pace himself, knowing that he might finish too quickly or hurt you in the process with his super strength. he drinks in your moans with his mouth, caressing your face with his calloused hands.

his hands have known blood and deep gashes. punches that would send his opponent across a parking lot. but now, his hands are gentle, just for you. he uses them to explore the softness of your body. he uses them to worship.

"love you, baby," he rasps weakly.

"love you, too," you coo. "cum inside me, please. wanna feel it."

and he does. he always does -- loves to listen to you and give you what you want. peter will cherish this moment until the next time he gets to be inside of you, even if the mission tomorrow is quick to finish. even if the mission tomorrow occupies him for days.

he'll come back crawling home to you. always.

[danieyells]

hi! any chance you'd be able to post some of kaito's voicelines? I would love to see them <33

Our wanna-be knight and pathetic little best friend! He's just such a good boy lol. . .once again, another one who just wants to go back to a normal life, poor thing. Kaito's very much your vanilla, sweet boyfriend character with no frills attached, aside from his cowardice and his gambling habit of course. And his terrible aim. . . .

Copying all of them over isn't hard now that I've done it twice. Let's do it again for Kaito!

Default:

"{PC}! Over here! Hiya!"

"God, please don't make me go on any more missions... It's not like me being there is any help to anyone anyway..."

"Oh yeah, have you been on WickHive yet? Someone leaked next month's cafeteria menu! Oh wait... I-I already told you that, didn't I?!"

"Damn it... I could've taken {PC} to lunch with that money! God, why am I such a moron?!"

"Ask me anything you want to know! I'm pretty savvy when it comes to Darkwick!"

honestly the fact that he's a second year who doesn't wanna be here and doesn't wanna be doing all of this but he still knows like everything about the school is also kinda sus to me. . .surely he'd divest himself from as much of darkwick as possible if he didn't care

"Urgh... Limited time only, you are not my friend... Huh? Oh, I'm on TikTok. I really want this, but I'm pretty broke this month..."

You've got mail:

"Hey, new message. Better check it out, yeah? Or are you the type who's got like a ton of of unread inbox messages?"

. . .shut up /absolutely that type (and a sincere apology to literally everyone i know for that my adhd doesn't let me read and respond to their messages--)

Affinity 1:

"Ahem... Testing, testing... Morning! Heh, nailed it... Ack! How long've you been there, {PC}?!"

Affinity 2:

"Phew, should be safe here... EEEEEEEEEEK! Oh thank god, it's just a cat... I thought he found me..."

romeo oh romeo didn't you get into enough shit for this romeo? just make sure it's not Romeo cat. Because I'm sure it'll tell him somehow--

Affinity 3:

"Shit, it's Luca... Judging by the outfit he must be going to train. I better bail before he tries to rope me in too..."

Affinity 4:

"Eeeek?! Oh, it's just you... Geez, you almost gave me a heart attack!"

i know romeo is constantly on his ass, and I relate to the feeling of being scared the people you owe money will appear out of nowhere and get you, but. . .he's so jumpy lol

Affinity 5:

"Ugh, Romeo's texting me... Not gonna open that..."

Affinity 6:

"So your father runs a company, huh? Who the hell leads with that?! This is why I hate talking to Frostheimers..."

so the wording here is wonky because he's quoting a Frostheimer, but there's no visual indication that he's quoting them. But lore drop! Kaito's father runs a company! But I thought he wasn't well off. . .? Maybe his parents are separated or his father doesn't spend any of their money on him. . .or the company isn't doing well. . . .

Affinity 7:

"Argh, I want junk food! And I want to try all the new snack flavors!!"

my boy is so relateable--

Affinity 8:

"All right, time to man up and bite the bullet... Nope, absolutely not, can't do it!"

Affinity 9:

"How is Jin's skin so perfect? Fucking rich kids and their stupidly expensive fancy-ass toner!!!"

kaito really looking at jin like OH NO HE'S HOT

Affinity 10:

"(yawn) Guess I'll go brush my teeth..."

Affinity 11:

"Hey {PC}, you seem different somehow today. Did you change something? Or am I just imagining things?!"

Affinity 12:

"Noooo why does Tohma want to see me...? No way it's about something good! Could you come with me, {PC}?!"

Affinity 13:

"Crap, I fell asleep in class so I don't know what our homework is... Help me, {PC}!"

Affinity 14:

"(yawn) Man, my bed's like a freaking marshmallow. I can never get any good sleep on that thing..."

lol the Frostheim beds are too comfortable lolol I NEED A FIRMER BED TOO KAITO I GET IT.

Affinity 15:

"Huh? Oh, my pendant! You're always wearing it? Does that mean you've actually been paying attention to me?!"

once again the wording here is wonk because it makes it sound like the pc is always wearing Kaito's pendant. I'm pretty sure he's quoting the pc, who's commented that "you're always wearing it". It would read better as smething like "You noticed I'm always wearing it?"

Affinity 16:

"Hey {PC}, how 'bout we grab a bite?! I've got tons to splurge in winn... er, earnings, so it's all on me! Get whatever you want!"

your gambling addiction is really and truly going to get you in trouble. disregard that i play a gacha game.

Affinity 17:

"...Huh?! Man, nearly fell sleep without putting my phone on the charger... 5%, that would've sucked tomorrow..."

Affinity 18:

"Ha ha ha! Have you seen this yet?! It's all over TikTok. Ah man, it's killing me..."

Affinity 19:

"Whoa, when did it get so late?! Sorry {PC}, I didn't mean to keep you up... What? You're still good?"

Affinity 20:

"Morning! Hey, guess what? Luca's busy after class, so how about we hit up the diner? It's been ages!"

do you. . .do you really wanna go there. . .i mean the drinks seem to be fine but according to sho they can't make good food at all. . . .

Affinity 21:

"Sorry, I gotta stay after class today... (sniffle) This sucks, I really wanted to walk home with you..."

aw buddy. . .they could wait for you or come pick you up after your remedial lesson. . .!

Affinity 22:

"Hey I'm really sorry but do you mind if we stop by the campus store after class? I'm almost out of granulated sugar."

Affinity 23:

"Hey, do you like stars? Oh, um, I was just wondering 'cause there's this place where you can see them really well, so I thought maybe you'd want to go some time..."

he's overcoming his fears and being honest with himself and how he speaks and just. . .asking honestly, no bravado, no act. do it scared, kaito. do it scared, do it awkward, do it sure you're going to fail. as long as you do it. proud of you!

Affinity 24:

"Sure is dark. Reminds me of the closet where we first met. Remember?"

Affinity 25(max):

"I know I'm weak, and a coward. But I really do want to become your knight in shining armor, {PC}."

I love how comfortable and honest he starts to get as his affinity goes up. Still shy here and there, still scared, but he's not as jumpy and he starts treating you like a real friend. laughs with you about stuff, talks a little about hobbies and struggles. doesn't try and look cool for you. and then the honesty--i'm a weak coward, but i wanna be better for you. i wanna spend time with you. just!!! he grows!!! he realizes you like him for who he is and how he is, even if that's a weak coward--and that that's exactly what he wants! and it's okay for him to be that way because you won't be put off by it, even if it's something he'd like to grow from so he can be better for you--but he wants to be better for you as himself and--idk. i have feelings about characterization lol.

Spring:

"(yawn) Man, I wanna sleep, but I can't fail, so I gotta show up for class... Oh! I have Professor Nicolas next! Naptime."

does that mean you're good in anomalous medicine class or. . . .

"Grr! All those girls in the hall were looking at Luca! I'm so pissed off now I'm not even sleepy anymore!"

"It's finally warm out again, so I really want to go do something fun... Wish I could get an R&R permit..."

well maybe if you stopped sleeping in class and did good in class or went on a mission or something. . . . . .

"Mheheh... {PC}... You've got a petal in your hair... Zzz..."

Summer:

"Ugh, it's too hot to go outside... But I can sense a coming-of-age event on the horizon... All right, here I come!"

obligatory beach event? 👀

"Can't believe Professor Hyde still wears that blindfold in summer. Pfft, I bet it's really sweaty under— Eeeek! S-Sir?!"

"Hey {PC}, are you free after this? I was thinking of inviting Luca to let off some fireworks! I want to show him how we do summer here in Japan."

"I can't believe I get to spend the whole summer hanging out with you {PC}... (sniffle) Homework? Uh y-yeah, I finished it already..."

Autumn:

"Is it just me, or is it really cold today?! Guess I better get my coat out soon..."

"Have you had the chestnut rice from the cafeteria yet? They made it way too fancy. It's supposed to be comfort food..."

"Tohma's always reading something. Maybe I should too... All right, let's go with this! 10 Ways To Become Popular Overnight!"

well. . .it's something to read. . .never a bad idea to read.

"Apparently the moon is the most beautiful in fall since the air gets clearer. Want to go take a look?"

Winter:

"It's freezing out there! It's freezing in here! Frostheim sucks!!"

this makes me wonder what the warmest dorm is on average. . .probably jabberwock as long as towa's in a good mood? (or maybe warm jabberwock winters mean towa's in a bad mood. . .?)

"The cold can go to hell, but I guess there's outfits you can only wear this time of year..."

"I really want to go to Starbucks for the new winter drink! But I really really don't want to go on any missions!! Guess I'll never get to try it."

"Gram... No... No more mandarins... ...Huh?! Oh, it was just a dream... I haven't had a mandarin for ages..."

'gram' in this case is 'grandma' in case you couldn't figure it out haha and the mandarin(mikan)'s used to represent health and longevity and a long prosperous bloodline or something like that for new years. So i assume his grandmother would feed him a lot of mandarins every winter lolol

His birthday:

"Why did Jin, Tohma, and Luca give me all this high-end stuff?! It's freaking me out!! Thank you!?!?"

EVEN JIN AND TOHMA GAVE HIM GIFTS. . .FROSTHEIM FAM IS REAL. . . .

Your birthday:

"Happy birthday, {PC}! We'll make this the best one— Hey, give those back! Those are the cue cards I made yesterday!!"

ksjfkhesbfjh he made himself cue cards to give you a birthday speech with as little stuttering as possible. . . .

New Years:

"Happy New Year! Let's make it a good one! S-So hey, if, er, if you'd like, c-could we, um... could we make our first shrine visit together?"

Valentine's Day:

"C'mon Kaito, deep breaths. Girls aren't into guys with no chill. So stay cool... Stay— Are those chocolates for me?! I'll take them to my grave!"

everyone loves an enthusiastic boy lol

White Day:

"Do you like the cookies I made? Come on, no way they're that good, heh heh... Heh heh heh... Here, take them all!!"

god i bet he makes really good sweets too. like i bet he puts so much love and good spirit into them lolol

April Fool's Day:

"I'd never lie to a girl. Ah! That's not a lie, I swear! {PC}? Are you listening?!"

BAD THING TO SAY ON APRIL FOOL'S ABORT MISSION

Halloween:

"Trick or treat! See those carved pumpkins? I was actually the one who made them. What do you think?"

given his DIY skills i bet he's actually really good at carving too. i bet they look really good!

Christmas:

"Hey, uh, {PC}, do you, uh... Do you have any plans for Christmas? I'm actually totally free!"

Idle:

"Huh? {PC}? Am I being annoying?! I'm sorry! You're probably busy, right?!"

"{PC} seems kind of busy... I know! I'll find a video that'll help take her mind off things!"

the secondary idle audios replace the first ones after you hit a certain affinity, so it's cute to see that he eventually decides 'i'm not being annoying, they're just busy. i wanna help them' after they get closer o you. . . .

Absent:

"Ah...! Oh my god, you're back!! I'm so happy to see you!!!!  (sob) Please don't leave me again..."

he's so clingy. . .poor guy really missed you, considering you're one of the kindest and most normal people in Darkwick that he associates with. . . . also man 'please don't leave me again' with the whole loop theory stuff. . . .

I THINK I'VE SAID MOST OF MY THOUGHTS THROUGHOUT THIS BUT. He really is a sweetie. He really could have ended up a very plain and 'safe' character, but he's managed to be very charming and entertaining with his struggles and exaggerated behavior, while still being a simple and safe type. Really looking forward to seeing how he plays into the rest of the story, since it seems like his pendant may be kind of important. . . .

[sunkissed-zegras]

🍁with mark estapa?

congrats on 100!!🎉

MARKERRRR AHHH I LOVE HIM

this was also a very hard decision because he's just taylor swift coded tbh (i say that ab every man i find hot) but i decided on mine because LIKE ??????? HE'S SO SPEAK NOW.

HE IS THE BEST THING THAT'S EVER BEEN OURS.

you felt sick to your stomach, anxiety running through your veins as tears brimmed your eyes.

in the dimly lit living room, tension hung in the air like a heavy cloud. you sat on one end of the couch, while mark occupied the other. mark sat across from you, his face in his hands as he sighed loudly. this was the worst fight in your relationship this far.

you both had been arguing back and forth for the entirety of the day. the fight was about one of mark's close girl friends, who he had been close to since the 7th grade. ever since you guys had started dating, she had been a constant strain in your relationship but this time, she had crossed one too many boundaries.

she been constantly texting and calling mark, even late into the night, about her relationship with one his other friends. it felt like she was purposely trying to get closer to mark and cause a strain upon your relationship.

the final straw was when she confided in mark about a major issue in her own relationship that you considered highly personal. you had tried to bring up her weird behavior, but mark had always brushed it off, saying she was just going through a tough time and needed someone to talk to.

this behavior had been a source of ongoing tension, but today's argument had escalated to the point where you were questioning mark's loyalty and commitment, which you never had before.

mark sighed frustratedly loudly after the long silence. "you just don't get it, do you?"

"no, i get it mark! you're the one who doesn't get it-"

mark got his head out of his hands to face you. "she's just a friend, you're the one who doesn't seem to get that!" he raised his voice slightly which made your furrow your eyebrows.

"i know that, mark!" you yelled, matching his anger as you finally sat up from the couch. "i'm not saying you can't be friends with her, she just is getting way too personal and not to mention, touchy-"

"touchy? y/n, she's like a sister to me!"

"god, i'm so tired of you saying that!" you yelled, your face getting flustered out of anger. he rolled his eyes out of annoyance. "i get it, she's like a sister but i'm your girlfriend, and if you can't understand that then, i guess we are done."

you felt the tears slowly start to fall as you grab your bag from the couch. you started walking out of the living room, ignoring mark's calling of your name.

before you could walk out onto the driveway, you felt mark grab your arm and pull you back. "let go of me, go choose her, i'm done being the second choice!" you cried out.

you felt pathetic for crying even though you knew you were in the right. you also felt pathetic for wasting all those months with someone who seemingly didn't care enough to simply maintain some boundaries.

"no, y/n! look, i'm sorry! okay, i'm sorry." mark had finally broken the laid back facade he had been doing. you sniffled as you looked back at the brunette teary-eyed.

"you're sorry? that's it? that's all you're gonna say, mark?" you shouted in frustration, pulling your arm out his grasp. "you're like every other guy i've ever been with-"

"don't say that, please, y/n." mark sighed. he was distressed, he wanted to pick you, he really did. "if i talk to her, it would cause so many more problems with our families back home. she'd cause a big old scene, you know that."

"do i know that, mark? god, i am really that much of an inconvenience?" your tears had began again and this time, you swore you wouldn't be able to stop them. "i'm done."

before you could walk back to your car, he continued. "no, i will. i will for you, i've been wanting to do something for a while but now i.. i need to. i can't lose you, y/n." his voice slightly broke at the last part.

that made you stop in your tracks, "i don't want you to just do it for me."

"i'm not! i just, i can't lose you, if that means causing a whole thing back home, then so be it."

that was all you really needed to hear. you turned around slowly, tears still falling as he reached for your hand. you gladly took his and sighed as he pulled you into a hug.

"i'm sorry, i really am." he sighed as he pulled you closer into his arms, kissing the top of your head. "i won't ever leave you alone."

MY 100 FOLLOWER CELLY!

[rafyki]

Goth! Nico/ Surfer! Percy AU Part 6!

Sorry for the little wait, I couldn't find a moment to write lately o<-< good thing I had this half written already! Anyway, have some more Nico&Leo dynamics and some more pining - and also, I promise things are gonna move forward soon!! (but I needed more setup before our two boys finally start properly acting on their crush lmao)

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

You can also read it on AO3!!

~~~~~~

Percy didn't come to the beach the next day, the day after that, and for the whole following week.

Nico wasn't sulking about it, he was not. Maybe panicking a little inside, questioning every single word they had said to each other and trying to find in them some hidden reason that would push Percy to never go back there and leave the country just to make sure he wouldn't see Nico again. 

But he wasn't sulking.

“Take that pouty look off your face, goth boy, you're gonna scare the customers away”.

“I’m not pouting”.

“You kind of are though”, Leo said. “Which is fair, I guess, you miss your surfer boy”.

Nico felt a blush coming up to his face at the same time of the familiar find annoyance he associated with no one but Leo.

“He's not my-”, he started, then stopped and took a deep breath. “I'm not pouting”, he just said again. “It's not like he lives on the beach, right, he must have a life outside of surfing”.

Maybe he was trying to convince himself more than Leo, but that didn't matter.

The way his eyes moved around scanning the beach was automatic, as was the sigh that escaped him. Maybe he was being silly, and a little pathetic - he knew that, but still couldn’t help the way his heart kept falling again and again, nor the way the empty chair before him (Percy’s chair) seemed to lay in wait just like Nico was.

He definitely needed to find some way to distract himself.

“Sure, which is why I told you to ask for his number”, Leo replied. “And if you had listened to my genius advice, maybe you could be texting him right now, instead of sulking and hoping he shows up”.

“Why are you even here, Leo?”, he said, ignoring Leo’s last words and trying instead to change the subject. “Jason’s not coming today, you know that”.

“Am I not allowed to visit a friend? My dear friend who’s pining and suffering and definitely needs my support?”, Leo said, accompanying his dramatic words with an overdramatic hand on his heart. 

Nico just rolled his eyes at him.

“I definitely don't”, he said, even though the truth was that he actually enjoyed the company. Leo’s presence was the only thing saving him from a long and lonely work day. “And non-shift days for Jason are usually when you have your dates”, he added.

“I knoow”, Leo said, a pout forming on his lips. “But Thalia came back yesterday, so today is their brother-and-sister date”.

“Ah, that’s right, Jason did mention that”.

“Can’t interfere with siblings time”.

“So you had nothing better to do today and came here”.

“I came here to save you from your loneliness, goth boy”, Leo said. “Also, I do enjoy your company”.

Nico smiled, and offered him ice cream as a silent thanks. 

“It reminds me of when it was the other way around and you helped me when I was pining for Jason”.

Nico made a face at the memory, then laughed. “Oh my god, you were terrible- absolutely pathetic”, he said. “Thank god you’re together now”.

“Yeah, that’s exactly what I’m gonna say when you and your surfer boy will finally get together”.

Nico’s smile faltered, his heart jumping and then growing heavy at the words - like it couldn’t decide if he felt more pleased at the idea of it ever happening or more glum at the prospect of Percy never going back there.

Few long moments of silence followed, and Nico’s mind went back to the thoughts tormenting him.

And there was also something else, something that Nico was trying not to focus too much about. 

Leo looked at Nico in silence for a while, his cheek resting on the palm of his hand. Nico could almost see the gears turning in his head. “Are you worried about him?”

Nico looked away. He felt stupid thinking about it even more than he did when panicking and making everything probably bigger than it was. 

Logically speaking, it was unlikely that Percy would stop coming to the beach just because Nico was there - there wasn't really anything between them, after all and, from what Nico knew about him, the ocean and surfing were way too important for Percy to give up. 

But it had been a week, and Percy usually came at least two or three times a week, even just for an hour (Nico spent way too much time thinking about him and looking for him to not notice this) - yet, there the beach was, full of people but with no Percy in sight. Nico felt his heart fall again as he scanned the shore around him, looking for familiar black hair and beautiful eyes. He couldn't help but wonder if something had happened, if Percy was doing alright.

“You know he might just be busy”.

“I know”.

“So I think there's no reason for you to worry about him”.

Nico sighed. “I hate it when you make sense”, he said. “Jason is definitely rubbing off of you”.

“That's what love does to a man!”

Nico felt that now familiar pang of not-quite-jealousy as he looked at the smile growing on his friend's face. His eyes scanned the beach again as the thought of I want that too crossed his mind, side by side with the image of two sea-green eyes and a soft smile.

~~~

Nico didn’t expect anything to happen. He spent the whole day waiting and waiting in the hope of Percy showing up, his heart feeling heavier and heavier with every passing hour. 

The truth was that, simply put, he missed Percy - which was stupid and ridiculous, but Nico had been dying to talk to him again, to feel his eyes on himself again, to be on the receiving end of his smile, to get to know something more about him.

He’ll come back at some point, he told himself. Maybe. 

The sun was coming down, the sky colored a pretty shade of yellow and orange and red. The day had felt infinite, time dragging on and simply refusing to pass by, but Nico’s shift was finally almost over. He looked at his phone to check the time, wishing the next fifteen minutes would simply come to an end faster.

He cursed all the gods of all the pantheons ever existed when he saw someone sitting before him. God, how he hated when customers did that.

He forced his usual work smile on his lips and looked up. Then did a double take - the girl sitting in front of him looked strangely familiar, even though he was pretty sure he didn’t actually know her.

All the while taking her order (just a cold water bottle - who even came to a beach kiosk at that hour to ask for nothing but a water bottle?) Nico kept thinking and wondering; maybe she just came there often? But there was something about her that kept pulling at Nico’s memory.

It hit him at once when she was handing him the money to pay.

Ah, it was her. The girl who usually came to the beach with Percy. Nico felt his heart starting to beat faster at the realization.

Would it be weird to ask her about Percy?

Yes it would!, his mind yelled at him. 

But at the same time, every cell in his body was telling him that it didn’t matter, that this was too much of a lucky chance to just let it pass by.

Lost in his thoughts like that, he was definitely taking way more time than necessary to get her change.  

He was worried, he missed Percy so much it was frankly absurd. And he thought his friends would probably back him up in this

“Here”, he said, as he finally handed her her change.

She thanked him and went to turn around. “Uhm!”, Nico started before he could really think about it and stop himself. “Excuse me-”

She turned to look at him again. Was Nico imagining the weird look in her eyes? Yes, she was probably simply annoyed at being called back. “Yes?”

“Ah- sorry”, Nico said, feeling so incredibly stupid. Maybe he should just back out. But then he thought of the long day he had had and of the hole he had felt the whole time. He pushed the words out.

“Uhm, you’re a friend of Percy, right?”

“Yes”, the girl said, nodding. This time Nico was almost certain that there was a weird look in her eyes that he couldn’t exactly interpret - but she looked more curious than anything else, so he counted it as a sign he could go on.

“I just- I just noticed he hasn’t been coming here lately…?”, he said, trying and failing to will his heart to calm down a little. “... is he alright?”

“Oh yeah, he’s been talking about you!”, she replied. “He’s alright, he’s just out of town. He went to New York to visit his mum”.

“Ah, that’s good”. 

The relief was soon pushed aside when the words the girl had said finally hit him.

He’s been talking about you.

What?

He only vaguely registered the girl saying goodbye and waving at him before leaving.

Nico waved back, feeling numb. He hoped his expression wasn’t as dumbstruck as he felt.

He’s been talking about you.

Percy had been talking about him? Nico’s heart was playing athletics in his chest, the butterflies taking residence in his stomach were throwing the most chaotic party ever.

He’s been talking about you.

He put his face in his hands, hiding behind his palms the foolish happy smile that was growing on his lips.

Suddenly, the day didn’t feel as bad as before.

[bitbybitwrites]

3 for firstprince!

3. 'Tell me anything. Everything.'

Again, apologies for the lateness, @tinyarmedtrex! But here ya go!

(Thanks again to @tailsbeth-writes for the prompts!)

You can also read this on A03 here.

******

blythe spirit

“No.”

“Henrryyyyyyy.”

“I said, no.”

“Please?  Pretty please?"  Alex pouted and fluttered his eyes in an attempt to look as wistful and yet as truly pathetic as he could.

"Fucking eyelashes," Alex swore he heard Henry mutter under his breath. 

Henry turned his back and focused on emptying his backpack onto his desk. Maybe if he appeared busy, Alex would let the topic go.

"You know, if you don't tell me, I'll just go ahead and text Pez or Bea."

Henry internally sighed.  No such luck. 

Who was he kidding?  Alexander Claremont-Diaz was like a hungry dog going after the last scrap of meat at the butcher's when he got fixated on something.  Determined, laser-focused, and stubborn as anything.  It would really make him an exceptional lawyer one day.

Henry spun around and glowered at his roommate.  “You wouldn’t dare.”

Alex smirked as he flopped down on Henry’s bed and kicked off his sneakers.  “Ha.  Just try me, sweetheart.”

The reddish blush that broke out over Henry’s cheeks was worth that term of endearment alone.  Alex smirked.  He knew just what buttons he could push to get Henry to cave.

“I . . . I don't know why you're even interested."

“Baby, I love you.  I'm interested in everything about you." Alex gave Henry a very pointed and heated look that definitely hit the mark.

The flush on Henry’s face now deepened.  He worried his bottom lip between his teeth for a few moments as he considered his options: Tell Alex what he wanted to know or not, and run the risk of being annoyed to death about it until he spilled the information anyway.

“Come on,” Alex softly cajoled.  “You can’t just say things like: ‘I played Elvira in a school production of Blythe Spirit’ and not expect me to ask about it.”  Alex pouted again to prove his point.  “I’m a weak man, H.  These are the types of things I need to know more about.”

Another bat of those damn eyelashes and . . god help him . . a slight whimper from Alex, and Henry's resolve crumbled entirely. 

Grabbing his phone, Henry climbed onto the bed, motioning for Alex to move over.  The apparent glee—the twinkle in Alex's eyes when he realized he was getting his way—had Henry shaking his head.

He really was in trouble with this man.

"You know you are an absolute menace," Henry said, attempting to be stern but failing miserably.

“But that’s why you love me, “ Alex singsonged back, grinning wildly.

“So I’ve been told.”

Alex chuckled as he snuggled up to Henry, leaning over to place a soft kiss on his temple.  “Stop stalling, sweetheart.  Give me the deets.  Tell me anything.  Everything."

Henry took a deep breath.  "Well, you know Pez and I both attended Eton before my family had to move here.  Pez, as you've already learned, came here later to go to Parsons."

“Yesssss . . . of that I am well aware.  You two were way too adorable in your morning coats and all.  Pez showed me those pictures."

Henry rolled his eyes as he continued.  “Well, the Master in charge of dramatics was a stuffy old fellow," he confided to Alex.  "But he had been with the school for centuries, it seemed, so he was more inclined to have the boys play all the roles.  If you wanted my opinion, I think he just wasn't comfortable with young girls or knew how to deal with anyone of the female persuasion.  So even though there were neighboring girls' schools that could provide young actresses, he didn't want to bother with them for the productions he decided to direct."

“And when you got cast . . oh please-oh-please-oh-please tell me your grandmother had a fit," Alex begged.  He was not a fan of Mary Montchristen and wished painful, horrible things to happen to her often after he heard of her constant homophobic tirades that Henry had to sit through at family gatherings.

“Oh, she did," Henry sighed.  "She wouldn't stop making a fuss about it every time my name came up in conversation.  Who knows how long it would have gone on if my father hadn't quietly reminded her that men playing female roles in the theatre was a longstanding tradition from Shakespeare’s time and beyond.”

”Ahh . . whip out the history . . . and ole Mary couldn’t argue against Shakespeare,” Alex cackled in delight.

Henry grinned broadly.  "No, she couldn't.  She didn't come to see any of the performances, which was perfectly fine with me."

“Love it.”

Henry paused, unsure of how much more information Alex wanted.  "There are . . ." he sighed.  "Pictures if you want to see."

Alex’s face brightened considerably.  “Yesssss . . . yes . . .yes . . . I want to see."

As Henry carefully scrolled through his phone for the damning evidence, Alex kept trying to crane his neck to look over, giggling in anticipation.   Henry, in turn, leaned further away, trying to hide his phone screen from his boyfriend's prying eyes.  Placing a hand on Alex's face, Henry then gave him a soft shove, shaking his head as Alex cackled and fell off to one side of the bed.

"It can't be that bad, Hen . . ." Alex said.  "I mean, it wasn't horrible when you were doing the show, right?"

“It was .  .  . tolerable, I guess?" Henry admitted, clutching his phone to his chest after he located what he had searched for.  "Now, mind you," he said as he batted Alex's outstretched hand away.  "This wasn't an attempt to be over the top or anything, like a modern drag performance or even a panto dame.  So I don’t know what you’re expecting.”

Alex reached out, opening and closing both hands over and over with a smile.  “I am expecting you to hand that phone over, baby.  I promise I won’t laugh.”

"I know you won't," Henry said, smiling.  He knew in his heart that Alex was nothing but supportive of him.  "But I want you to understand that Pez somehow sweet-talked his way into being in charge of the costumes for the production.”

“Oooooooh," Alex’s eyes grew as large as saucers.  “Now I really want to see.”

Henry sighed at his impatience.  "What I'm trying to say, love, is that Pez wanted to be as accurate as he possibly could.  Blythe Spirit was written in the early 1940s, but he felt it best that we set the play in the 1930s so . . . "

“So I get vintage Henry?” Alex asked, his curiosity piqued even more.

Henry screwed his eyes shut tightly as he passed over the phone, unsure if he wanted to see Alex's first reaction to him in a 1930s evening gown.  "Now, do be kind, darling; please understand I was younger and awkward, and mind you, this was way before I became a wet bob, so I'm a bit scrawny and all, and I was . . ."

“Absolutely fucking beautiful . . .”

Henry's eyes snapped open quickly as he watched Alex.  His jaw dropped, his eyes wide, and he was practically drooling over picture after picture, his fingers swiping through them all, enlarging them, getting to the end, and then quickly scrolling back to see them all over again.

“Love?”

Alex was at a loss for words.  He wasn't sure exactly what he was going to see when Henry handed over the pictures.   He may have had a few preconceived expectations, most of which revolved around the assumption that Henry would just look like his sister Bea, minus the long hair, but certainly not this.

Yes, it was obviously Henry. . . a younger Henry, without the broad shoulders and chest he had achieved from rowing all the years he spent at Eton. Henry's shoulder-to-waist ratio was still to die for back then, but in the pictures he looked like he had an hourglass figure.  The sleeveless blue silk gown Henry wore skimmed his hips, just so, falling in smooth shimmering fabric to his ankles.  The back of the gown was daringly low, and Alex had to admit to himself that his fingers itched to lightly stroke the exposed skin there, trailing from neck to the lower dip in Henry's back.  A brunette wig of soft Marcel waves brushed against that defined jawline, softening it gently.  Henry's eyes were outlined in kohl, while a soft blush powered those prominent cheekbones.  His lips were still plush and looked so very kissable, but then they were painted as a full red pout in the photos, and the mole above his lip was defined even darker so it could be seen from the stage.

In many of the shots, Henry peered at the camera from over his shoulder, capturing the viewer with a coy and flirtatious gaze.  Some, his eyes were lowered just enough that he looked at the camera through his eyelashes, a naughty smile playing at the corners of those pouty lips.

Henry was stunning as the man sitting next to him, but Alex had to admit, he was also ridiculously breathtaking as a woman in these photos.

“I am so fucking bisexual,“ Alex said, staring at the pictures in his hand and then back up to his boyfriend sitting next to him.

The comment made Henry blush even more.

Alex tossed the phone aside and straddled Henry.  "Like so very, very, very bisexual," Alex repeated as he captured Henry's face in his hands and kissed him soundly.

“Are you sure it isn’t just because it’s me in the pictures?" Henry laughed out loud, teasing Alex once he was allowed to come up for air.

“Ok, then I’m bisexual and Henry-sexual . . to-may-to, to-mah-to . .  .however you want to spin it . . .but baby, you were HOT." Alex said, panting slightly against Henry's lips.  "Do you think Pez still has that outfit stored somewhere?  Can we borrow it?  Fuck, baby . . .would you wear it again . . .for me?"

“Seriously?”

Alex looked Henry straight in the eyes as he ground his hips down into Henry's lap.  Both men moaned as they could feel each other growing hard.  "Yes, seriously," Alex said as he continued.

"Christ," Henry gasped, grasping Alex by the hips to still him for a moment.  "I don't know if it will even fit me anymore, darling.”

“Doesn’t matter,” Alex whined against Henry’s lips.  “Something close to it then.”

Henry smirked.  "I suppose you'd want the corselet, stockings, and heels I all wore under that, too?  Or do we ask Pez for a garter belt instead?"

Alex was sure his brain blue-screened then and there for a brief moment.  Once he came to, he only had one thing to say:

“Jesus tits . . you’re going to kill me, Fox.”

[da3drat]

Okay this is silly but i keep seeing people post their fic with a link to ao3 but also in the text of the post, and somehow that had never occurred to me. So. i'm doing that. Last repost of this fic i prommy lol.

Palla, Pygmalion, Meridian

In which the Nerevarine discovers complicated feelings regarding the one woman on all of Nirn she should be avoiding at all costs.

The long, long walk to Ebonheart had left Meridian exhausted and irritable. Arriving in town well after the sun had set, she had been in no mood to track down transport to Mournhold and had taken a room at the inn instead. This had been a mistake. Not two hours later she had awoken just in time to dodge a dagger arcing toward her throat. The scuffle with the Dark Brotherhood assassin had been loud and bloody, and she had been promptly asked to leave.

Now, as she shivered and stewed outside the Six Fishes, she figured her only course was to head straight to Mournhold and give those gods damned assassins a piece of her mind. If she was feeling particularly contrary on arrival she may even demand compensation for all the cleaning fees she'd owed after dispatching her would be murderers.

She stalked through the freezing night air and considered that this Asciene Rane who was meant to provide her transport would likely be asleep at this hour. Had Meri been in a less foul mood she may have considered camping outside the city until the sun had risen, but as it was she had no qualms about finding this woman, waking her, and insisting upon teleportation that exact minute. It was lucky for Asciene then that she was tucked away in a locked bedroom and would not be found by anyone until she awoke at dawn. It was not lucky for Meri, whose lack of sleep and growing impatience grated on her by the minute. When the two finally met in the Grand Council chambers one glowed from a good night's sleep and hearty breakfast, while the other could have been mistaken for a scrawny, ill-tempered spriggan from a distance.

All the same, Meri was a fine actor and put on a relieved smile as she closed the distance to Asciene.

"Oh, I've been searching for you all morning! I need passage to the mainland and was told you could help me, it's a bit of an emergency."

Asciene gave her a suspicious look, and Meri took the cue to up the pathetic fawning.

"The Dark Brotherhood is hunting me," She said in a sorrowful voice. "Even last night at the inn I was attacked, and in my sleep no less. Please, my only chance is to get help in Mournhold."

"The Dark Brotherhood?" Asciene's eyes widened. "Oh, Matius told me you may be by. Poor thing. Yes, I can get you to Mournhold, but you're likely to be even less safe there than here."

The corner of Meri's lips quirked upward involuntarily at being called "poor thing", but she did her best to cover it by giving her a thankful smile.

"It's the only chance I have," She reiterated. "Thank you so much for helping me."

"I can send you now if you're ready. Talk to the argonian Effe-Tei if you need to come back."

"Yes, I'm ready. Thank you."

Asciene put a hand on Meri's shoulder and she closed her eyes, soon feeling the pins and needles sensation of teleportation. When she reopened them she fell lithely out of the air and into the Mournhold Palace's reception area.

Scowl returned and mockingly muttering "poor thing" under her breath Meri marched out into the courtyard without bothering to take in her surroundings. The 'City of Light' did not interest her- she had eyes only for the good night's sleep that awaited her at the end of her quest. She caught the arm of a guard and managed to get some information out of him; if she was looking for the Dark Brotherhood she should investigate the Bazaar sewers. Simple enough.

Meri rolled her eyes as she made her way through Mournhold Plaza, of course the den of assassins was set up in the sewers. It felt cliche to the point of poor planning, shouldn't they at least have a codelocked safehouse? Though maybe she should take it as a warning, if they were that blatant it was because they felt safe. Her mind drifted to a checklist of pre-expedition errands as she walked, but she didn't make it far before she felt a prickle on the back of her neck that made her hair stand on end. Was she being watched? She slowed to a stop and turned, scanning the plaza for the source of her discomfort. Her eyes landed on the large ceremonial statue in the center of the square and a shudder crawled up her spine, her feet suddenly glued to the ground. Almalexia's masked gaze seemed to pass through her vanquished foe and onto Meri- and it pinned her in place like a startled deer.

She was suddenly aware of how little she had considered the Tribunal since arriving on Vvardenfell.

The Three had always stayed at the periphery of her thoughts, never breaking through the daily focus of travel or investigation. Too many nights she had collapsed into a fighters guild cot and been sucked into sleep before she could recount the events of the day, much less think ahead to the future. But now the statue made her wonder. She wondered what kind of people - what kind of gods - they were. If she was the Nerevarine, would they know her? Would she know them? What were their stories? Their teachings? She knew nothing. She had learned the proper way to make friends with the ashlanders, to predict cliff racer attacks, even memorized the alchemical properties of near every ingredient in Morrowind, but she knew nothing of its gods. Mostly, consumingly, she wondered about the color of Almalexia's eyes.

She had considered the Tribunal very little, but faced with the visage of Almalexia in her war mask she now found herself unable to consider anything else. She approached the statue slowly, resisting the urge to reach out and touch with a greedy hand. It depicted Almalexia locked in a moment of victory over Mehrunes Dagon, her blade plunged through his abdomen as he recoiled in horror. Even in stone, the instability of the moment was evident. Long claw marks along Almalexia's side, her stance powerful yet faltering, but it was Dagon's face that was twisted in shock and agony.

Etched in stone and larger than life, Almalexia looked every bit a god.

An old, old ache awoke in Meri then. One she had squashed so many times in so many ways, only for it to return tenfold in it's own time. She wondered if Almalexia would abandon the people of Morrowind the way Meri's gods had abandoned her. No. No, she could see it even in the statue. Dedication, love, divinity, power. A living god, one you could see and touch, whose loving hand you could feel in the flesh. Desire and curiosity bloomed in her chest in equal measure, taking her beyond wonder and dangerously close to tunnel vision. She needed to find a book, a priest, anything that could tell her about the goddess in the statue.

Somewhere in her a small voice of reason tried to draw her away. It insisted that whatever she felt now was dangerous, that following it would end in tears if she were lucky and blood if she wasn't. But Meridian had never been a woman of reason, nor was she particularly fearful of her blood being shed. And the voice was not loud enough to distract her from the expertly carved coils of hair that fell loosely around the slope of Almalexia's neck, nor the defined musculature of her arms. She pulled her journal and charcoals from her backpack; her hands were itching with inspiration and she was not one to deny them. She would sit and sketch as long as she was able and then she would be off to find an inn, a temple, and a bookshop.

The Dark Brotherhood, she decided, would have to wait one more day.

[desolindistress]

i'm on my way through week three, keep telling myself it's not me. not my fault, not my words dripping to the floor and my tears, drying on my hands reaching for the door. i keep pretending this temporary high and the end, it was all enough and worth it and i was expecting it, i was expecting to lose a friend. but i know in my heart that's not true, fucked over every single safeguard and lost my stability for you.

protect me, heavens above pour rain on my head and hold me, please hold me like you did two months ago as you mumbled into my ear that you know i like hugs. yes, we are both the types of people to protect our friends, but one of us seems more consistent than the other, hmm? teach me again, give me those precious ten minutes as we ran punching drills until i learned to jab properly because a properly placed jab is the most efficient way to get out of a fight and you want me to be safe. i never took our hours for granted but my god, i didn't want to admit that i knew they would end when i was so sure i could see a future where they lasted forever.

forget and forgive and make me believe like you did when you told me you would be here until i got sick of you. somehow this numb nothingness is both better and worse than the pain i felt before. i miss missing you, that ghostly absence as tangible as a presence, and i miss hurting because at least then i was feeling something for somebody. at least i still had my faith, my conviction, or at the very end my hope. now, even checking how much time has passed between my texts left unanswered doesn't sting, just aches like the itch of an addiction barely kicked and still compellingly habitual.

i told some girl i like her in a love letter the other day, and she told me she loved me too. she is discontent with our friendship but also maybe just wants to kiss a friend. do you know how much it hurts that i am always just second place? you told me so much, too much, but when you're busy it's like you never needed me in the first place. why couldn't i be enough?

i get so fucking angry sometimes, feel the mania take over and try to encase my hands in thick chains in my mind, try to hold them steady against my body as i reach for the words and start to type. because this is a bad idea. i can't text somebody, can't write these paragraphs. i'll go back to reading in two months when i am crying staring at the ceiling and reaching, reaching for you. or somebody will text me, asking how i am, and i won't know how to answer because i don't know whose blood is on my hands. i wish you were here. i wish i had someone to reach out for who would take me bloody hands and all.

i miss you, okay? damnit. i miss you. sitting here still fucking crying over you, it's pathetic and insane and unhinged, like me, like how i feel right now in the depths of my low that's been overtaking me all week. i'm sinking, the titanic under frigid ocean waves, but i still remember when you were holding my limp body above the water so i could just fucking breathe. now i have to learn how to swim all by myself, and i'm too fucking exhausted to do it, and i just want to let go and lose it all.

breathe, just breathe. breathe like a fighter breathes, in rapid bursts between punches. breathe out when you are taking the blows so you don't get the breath knocked out of you. it's no surprise that i was the worst at breathing. look at me now, writhing breathless on the floor as life delivers blow after blow. you would tell me to calm down, slow the fight and analyze, keep my guard up as i find the weak spots i can exploit. i know how to fight, even if i was too slow and disappointing. another thing for me to hate about myself. but if this was a fight i would tap out. i can't tap out of life, can't tap out of the stranglehold around my neck that is dragging my face into the dirt as if my rotting frame could fertilize new life.

i will be okay again, and then i will be not okay again. i just hope one day it won't be you i'm pining over in every moment, every day. you don't deserve it, and i deserve better. i guess that's what happens when people stop talking to me. it's fine, it's alright, i'll move on and learn to fight. i'll stay in second place because it's better than last place, and if that means all my good things need to end then so be it. i am done with the delusion of more. i will never get more out of this life, and i should've known that since the very beginning.

[slashingdisneypasta]

MultiVillains x Sad!Reader || Drabbles

Plot: When theirs no one else there for you, you let the villains take the job.

Includes: BEN Drowned, Clockwork / Natalie Ouilette, Lucius Malfoy, Negaduck / Jim Starling, Offenderman, Otis B Driftwood, Peter Hale and the Toon Patrol.

Warnings: Heavy angst at first!! Then your dark knight/s come/s and make you less alone. Oh and I also call Greasy a whore once. Oops.

Notes:

Dedication (The Toon Patrol section specifically, cuz I dunno if like any of the other characters but I KNOW you LOVE the weasels ^^ ): @marinerainbow . We’ve both had a not-so-great week, and you’ve been so wonderful and supportive to me, and so I had you in mind while I wrote this ^^ I really hope you like it, and feel not-so-alone. I’m always here for you ^^ ALSO- you’re a fantastic writer and I want to give back to you!!

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I have no clue how to write Lucius right now so basically HERE, have Jafar with bleached hair. Which I think is close enough XD

Prologue:

Tears begin to cloud your vision as you scroll through your messages for the fifth time... No new texts pop up. No one wants to know if you're okay after how you were acting today... Not your friends, not your parents, not your partner. No one. No one gives a fuck.

Or they just think you're strong, and you'll deal with it on your own... and that you don't want their help... You sniffle and shut off your phone, leaning your head into your hands, despair sinking in. Which would be entirely your fault. For acting too strong...

But god, you think, rubbing your hot face. Surely one person would check in, at least.

After a minute of staring angrily, tearfully at the wall... you decide, against possibly your far better judgment, to just call your partner. Maybe, since you feel so bad, you can give up your pride just this once and ask for them to come. To come, and sit with you, and just make you feel like someone cares that you're not okay. Because surely, they do.

Of course, they do.

They're just respecting your privacy right now... yeah, that's it. That's why they aren't here already.

Perhaps you wont even have to ask them to come. You'll just call them up, and the tears will leak in through your voice, and they'll offer to come on their own.

That would be nice.

... but the dial tone rings and their practised, staged voice recites the traditional instructions to leave a message. And you bite your lip so hard it hurts.

Beep.

Tightly, your jaw taught, you let go of your lip. "Um- sorry, (Partners name). I was... just... I don't even know if you'll listen to this actually, haha. Who listens to voice mails? Its scary, I know... makes you think you're gonna hear something not-so-great, like uh... the lady from the bank asking you to come talk- which is, um, never good... or even a um, a death threat, or something... okay I guess not that, hopefully... but... " You're babbling- you realise you're babbling. You're quite aware of it- so you quickly straighten your back and move on; Cheeks wet with tears and hot to the touch, and the sniff you take in is loud and gross, but you don't care. "But anyway- in case you do listen to this, um... I'm... I'm... not doing, s-so hot. And, I d-dunno, I just want... god, I'm starting to feel more pathetic with everything I say." The embarrassment sears you right through the chest, burning and hot, and you're suddenly just desperately want them to just read your mind. Or maybe you just want them to throw the phone across the room so it shatters and the message is lost. "I -I cant delete this, can I? Damn... Might as well finish then, huh? Uh, cuz uh... I don't wanna waste your time, or anything. I just... was wondering... if you would- um- come. Just, please... Everything's falling apart, and the e-empty seat beside me is, uh... scaring me. Soo... Please please, just come. I need you. I really need you actually. Pleas- "

Beep.

The dial tone plays again and the humiliating message shoots off to your partners phone, to possibly be heard, possibly ignored... You know if they hear it and they come, which they probably will because they're a good person, you'll just feel worse. Knowing you made them get here, to comfort you... Knowing that evidently you're too unimportant for them to just know, to come get you. Like in the movies.

While at the same time knowing that that's ridiculous and its just your misery talking.

Hugging yourself, you lean back in your chair, setting a tightly laced boot against the edge of the coffee table in front of you. You take a deep, stuttering breath through your nose, and close your eyes...

One glaring question races in your mind, over and over. Why does no one give a damn?

Why does no one give a damn?

Why does no one give a damn?

Why does no one give a damn?

~

BEN Drowned:

Suddenly your phone buzzes loudly under your thigh, and you crack your eyes slightly open.

Should you check what that is? Or have you humiliated yourself enough today? What if its your partner? That last 'what if' catches in your mind, and you sniff- pulling the phone back out and crossing one arm over your stomach to old yourself together, before turning the screen back on.

Its not your partner, you realise with a terrible thud where you heart was. In fact there isn't a message there at all. Rolling your wet eyes, causing a tear to escape and cascade miserably down your cheek, you shake your head. Of course. What a time for a fucking glitch.

You're just going to tuck the thing back away, when the screen goes black again, prematurely, and what looks to be a finger appears out of the darkness; Tapping the other side of the screen. Eyes widening, you immediately fling the phone away like it burned you, pulling your feet up from the ground and onto your chair like the 'glitch' is a rat or a spider crawling around down there, and wipe your eyes. "Fuck! B-BEN, no!" Not now? Go away, you aren't in the mood!

BEN of course, does not listen, and a moment later he's dragged all 5'5 feet of himself out of the phone and is standing in front of you smirking as you glare up at him. "... what?" You spit, disliking the look on his stupid, smug face.

"... You're cute when you cry."

"Ugh!" Smacking the cushions on either side of yourself out of frustration, you use the new leverage to push yourself out of the chair and turn away from the asshole of an elf- looking for an escape. You just want to sob in your loneliness and get the whole self deprecating thing out of the way. Why does he have to turn up just in time to make everything harder? "Go away! I am in no mood, for this!"

He hesitates at least, but an infuriating response is still something you get, unwarranted. "That, I can tell."

Crossing your arms, you stare silently at the wall on the other side of the room. Before you can come up with something appropriately dramatic to make him leave, you're shocked to your very core when BEN suddenly comes up behind you- and wraps his arms around your middle, gathering you back up entirely against him. Its kind of... warm. And comforting. And so close it leaves no room at all, for you to feel alone in any way.

You turn your head to the side, so you can see him out the corner of your eye. "... what are you doing?" You can feel his fluffy straw-coloured hair against your cheek. He gives you a kiss on the cheek and your eyes blow wide open.

He presses his forehead against the back of yours, and you actually feel his eyelids slip closed against your skull. "... I heard your message... Sweetheart I'm not going anywhere."

Taking in a deep breath through your nose, puffy and teary eyes closing, you turn slowly around in his arms and only open them back up again a crack, to see him. "You weren't exactly who I had in mind... " But you're just too fucking tired to argue. So you wrap your arms over his shoulders as you wait him his answer- black and red, dripping eyes focused hard on you in a way that's foreign. No one has ever been so focused on your unhappiness.

BEN presses his forehead against yours in such a tender, intimate way that it makes you feel warm and squirmy in the pit of your stomach... in a good way, though. You almost want to kiss him for it. "Well Y/N, I'm what you have. Now," His eyes flicker up to yours, brows narrowing. "What happened?"

You chew on your bottom lip, tears prickling your eyes again now that you aren't focused on something like making him leave you the hell alone. You're back to thinking about all the shit, you're dealing with at the moment, and a cry escapes you as you look down- BEN's chest suddenly looking like a magnificent spot to hide.

"... It’s all just too much right now, I can’t!- " You start, begin to sob, stop talking, press your forehead to BEN's chest and he just huge you closer- you don't care if he gets blood on your shirt and he couldn't care less if snot or tears end up on his.

Clockwork / Natalie Ouilette:

Suddenly your window is shoved open unceremoniously and a certain brunette barrel rolls into your living room.

You're too tired and miserable to care, so you just shift so you aren’t facing her. Clocks can go get whatever food she wants, take a damn shower, and then piss off. That's all she needs you for, anyway; The food in your kitchen and the indoor plumbing you pay for.

Focusing a little too much to digging your toes under the couch cushions, just for something else to focus on rather then Clockwork or the tears that are desperate to slip free, you take a shuddering breath-

And she hears it.

Immediately she comes over, a hand on your shoulder to show you that she’s there despite her literally crashing in like an FBI agent without a gun and rounds the back of the couch, to see your face. “Hey, there… Y/N… “ Clocky’s voice pitters out awkwardly when she realises that you’re crying, or trying really hard not to. Its immediately clear that the sight makes her uncomfortable, and you sigh.

“There’s brioche in the kitchen.” Theirs venom in your voice, though you don’t know how it got there. Maybe you just want her to leave.

“… What happened to you?” She suddenly blurts, not-at-all sensitively.

You roll your tired eyes. “Nothing, I’m fine.”

Yeah… yeah, you realise that that is not super convincing, what with your eyes filling with salty water as you speak and your lips wobbling, but you just crave for her to believe it somehow and go away- so badly. “Yeah I don’t think that’s gonna cut it… “She responds, to your utter dismay, causing you to cover your face.

“I am. Just leave it.”

“Nope, I don’t care what kinda healing properties you think sitting alone sobbing pathetically to your cushions have but you got me, now.” Clockwork plops herself onto the couch next to you, so close your feet touch her thigh. She doesn’t stop it there, though. She pick up your legs and spreads them out over her lap fully and scootches in closer to your side. “Now, come on. Tell me what’s wrong. Your family suck? Partner broke up with you? Work a burden? Friends treating you like a burden? What? Come on, tell me.”

“This feels like an interrogation.”

“Then you better start giving me some answers then, huh?” You look up, eyes wide and watery, to see Clocky raise a brow at you; Focused and serious. Sniffling first, you open your mouth to tell her what’s wrong… but come short, when no words come out. You don’t even want to talk about it all, right now. You just want to cry about it- like a big ass baby. Tears start slipping down your cheeks, you go to hide your face again but Clocky interrupts- catching some of your hair in her grip so you stay looking up at her, and tilting her head as her remaining eye softening the tiniest bit. “Tell me now or tell me later, doesn’t matter. I’m not going anywhere.”

Lucius Malfoy:

Suddenly your phone starts ringing- but not your mobile, sitting tucked under your thigh. No, this is the landline you never use, except for when- “Ugh… “He, calls you.

Dragging yourself up from the couch, you travel across the living room and pick up the phone, press answer and hold it to your ear a you slip back down into another seat; Unable to stay up, you’re so tired. “Mr Malfoy?”

He disagrees with anything more advanced than 1957. So, the bastard - in one of his attempts to get closer to you, - bought you this telephone, and yes. You call it’s a telephone, specifically. There is absolutely no other way to describe it. There’s a curly wire connecting the handheld to the machine (Where the number buttons are, that admittedly make a satisfying click sound when you press them), it’s an odd seafoam colour, and the there is literally. No. screen.

Rolling tired, puffy eyes, you pull a pillow to your chest and let them flutter shut. “Glad I caught you, little lamb. I wanted to extend an invitation to you- there’s a fundraiser being held by the ministry, and I would like you to be there… I just know that the room would be brighter with you on my arm.”

Rubbing your forehead creases out, which seems to be an impossibly task as they just keep coming back, you wince. This is so frustrating! Sniffing, you raise your brows, and ask; “And will Narcissa, be there?” Why won’t he get it? You do not want to be his fucking side piece! -

“No, of course not-”

“Mhmmm… “Of course.

“But as I’ve said before, Narcissa has no qualms with my pursuing you, or our relationship.” Yep, sure. Sounds like the go-to lies of a faithless husband. God, this is not what you need right now… “She has her own you, if I am not mistaken the reasoning for that young man the other day being over so early in the morning… exiting her chambers… “

“Yeah, that’s nice Mr Malfoy.” The sarcasm drips off of your tongue, for you do not need to be regaled with tales of the Malfoy’s bizzarro family life right now- or ever. “But we do not have a relationship. I have someone-”

“I am working on that error, believe me when I say that.”

You stop moving, the realisation that your partner is not here when you need them dawning on you again. Instantly, useless tears fill your eyes up again and you have to cover your mouth- but a pathetic squeak manages to break free, first.

“… Y/N?”

“Y/N, are you still there?”

“What was that noise?”

“Are you quite alright??”

After you don’t respond for a good minute or so to his increasingly concerned questions, sobbing silently against your hand and the phone pressed to your ear, Lucius manages to figure out what the faint whimpering sounds are and falls quiet for a little bit; Doesn’t leave, just listens. Just stays there, for some reason. Listens to your very soft crying.

A few minutes pass, before he speaks again. “… Y/N, is there anything you would like me to do for you? I assume this is not about my advances- they’ve never affected you this way before- but if someone else is bothering you, I assure you, I would leave no trace of my interference if I were to… shall we say… take care, of them? I have connections quite high in the ministry, and it would be all too easy.”

Miraculously, a snort bubbles to your chest; A tiny smile fighting to stretch across your lips at Lucius’ words. You rub your face, sniffling and still crying a little. “That won’t be necessary, Mr Malfoy.”

“I really insist, I’ve got quite a talent for taunting- “

“Lucius.” That stops him - you calling him by his first name. You don’t do that. It makes you seem close, which you maintain that you aren’t, but just this once… you might just need to make an exception, -, and you take a deep breath. “Would you please just be quiet? And stay with me?”

“… of course.” He says it as if it’s a given, like he’s surprised you felt you needed to ask, and you have to stop biting you lip lest the sob that wracks your body next causes you to shed blood.

There are some ruffling sounds on his end, as if he’s siting down now and getting comfortable for the duration, and you just start to cry harder.

Maybe you picked the wrong person. Because he’s here, more or less, and your partner is god-knows-where. Because he called you- and you’re always calling them. Every time.

Maybe you should call Lucius some more.

Negaduck / Jim Starling:

Suddenly the familiar noises of someone rifling through your cabinets start up in your kitchen, and you sigh; Resting your face in your palms and rubbing your aching forehead. Perfect timing, Jim. Just spectacular.

Maybe if you stay quiet, he’ll just leave.

So you close your eyes, and focus on your breathing. Telling yourself that you need to pull it together. You need to buck up. Its up to you whether you’re happy or not so just be. happy.

Oh god its useless.

Then some cushions get squashed, and you feel the couch dip beside you, and you want to groan out of frustration. “Why hello there, Y/N… To what do I owe this pleasure?”

“Got off work earlier. Ergo, I’m here.” Just in time to meet the thief that’s been raiding my kitchen every time I go to work. Just my luck- it’s exactly who I suspected. Luckily you manage to manipulate your voice so it isn’t so waterlogged, or high. And while your face is in your hands, he won’t know you’re crying… right? Right. You have to believe that.

“Wonderful! I was getting bored, today. So! Tell me- “You feel here him, rather then see him, lean back and throw his feet up onto your coffee table. You resist the urge to get up and shove them off. “How are all those bozo’s going, at work? You were my manager, so- “

Deadpanned, your interrupt. “-I was the companies secretary and just so happened to manage your file when you were legally alive- “

“- So…“ There’s a threatening lilt to his new, gravelly voice this time and you’re sure he sets you with a wuthering look, and maybe he even thinks about the dirty chainsaw he likely has leant up against your couch, but he’s still the same old self-centred loon as he always was in his centre and you couldn’t be scared of him even if he held that weapon up to your neck. “Tell me! How are they failing, now that I’m not part of any of their projects anymore?”

They’re doing well, but you don’t feel like getting into that conversation. You’re too tired, emotionally and physically. Wrung out and left to dry. Finally, you suck in a deep breath and straighten up, the hunched over pose having been hurting your back, and let go of your face. “Look, I don’t know… ”

“Woah… “You turn your head to look at him, and see him looking surprised at you; Crazy eyes wide behind the, now black, mask and mouth open slightly. “The hell happened to you?”

Ever so eloquent, with his words, isn’t he?

“Doesn’t matter, does it? Just finish your… “Glancing at what’s in his hands, you give a grave sigh. “My favourite chocolates. And get out.”

“No.” As soon as you go to push off the couch and go to your room, Negaduck grabs one of your wrists in a tight grip and forces you to stay where you are; At attention. “Stay. Tell me who to kill.”

WOW- “Well THAT took a left turn!... “You exclaim, immediately, looking at the man with bug-eyes. What the hell?? “You’re not killing anyone!”

“Where’s that partner of yours? Shouldn’t they be here right now? Isn’t that what… significant others… “He says that, ‘significant others’ in such a disgusted voice it may have made you laugh in another moment where you aren’t feeling like total garbage. “are for??”

Your throat gets clogged, at that, and you look away from him. “I guess not.”

“Then that’s who I need to kill- “

“Hey!” Immediately you whip back around and grab him when he gets up, tugging him back down to the couch this time. “You will not!”

“People always disappoint. That’s all they are- disappointments. They can’t be trusted for anything. They have to be eradicated! - “

Reaching, you take hold of Negaduck’s arms, grounding him. He was losing what little of himself he had left. “Hey! Calm down.”

He does. He shuts up. And just stares. You can’t tell what he’s feeling, there’s no emotion in his face under that red, wide-brimmed hat. For a moment you just stare at each other, you trying to decide your next move, before suddenly he lurches forward and wraps his arms around you.

Chest-to-chest, his hands in your hair and clutching you to him, his head bent over your shoulder, the hat brushing against the top of your head hiding you from the world, Negaduck… hugs you. Clings to you. Keeps you close, and… safe.

Unable to help it, you wrap your arms around his back and return the hug; Weak to the unexpected affection. You sigh into his shoulder, closing your eyes. “… you know I’m a person, right?”

“You’re much better then that.”

Offenderman:

“Well, THAT was sad.” The familiarly oddly lyrical voice of Offender suddenly fills your ears, and you immediately close your eyes. Sighing in annoyance. Of course he’s here to have heard – and probably witnessed, - that less than proud moment. And the redness of your face to prove it happened.

Opening your eyes up again, you find him standing right in front of you, and your eyes follow up his body to his face, from the belt buckle staring you too-close in the face, to the lapels of his coat, to the hat on his head, before glaring at where you assume he sees you from. “What are you doing here?”

“Oh, you know I love our visits~ “He chuckles, turning his head to take a look around the room; That ever-present, lazy smirk cemented to his sharp mouth. “Mind my asking what the hell that message was about? It really was pathetic- And I didn’t take you for that type.”

“Yes, I do mind.” Whenever Offender is around, despite all the time he’s spent with you and not hurt you, you can’t help how your heart speeds up and how the freezing cold fear sets in. It really doesn’t help your current state.

He huffs, in amusement, before twisting around and falling, somehow gracefully, into the couch beside you; Throwing one leg over the other so you can see the bottom side of one of his boots. Except for being worn in the bottom, they’re perfectly clean. “Well, that’s just too bad.”

“Ugh,” Leaning forward, you press your face into your hands; Elbows digging into your knees. Your exhaustion and the fear duke it out inside you and you just end up feeling even more gross than before. “Nothing. Its just… shit… “

“How articulate.” Sarcasm coats his words, and you groan.

“… I’m too tired to put it all into words, right now… “

For a moment theirs just silence, and you find yourself letting go of your face in favour of leaning against the back of the couch and staring at the ceiling. You know Offender is looking at you, a tight frown etched across his mouth and jaw taught, but you find that its safer not to look at him.

Then he suddenly takes a strand of your hair and tugs it/taps a finger against the back of your head to get your attention. You turn and look, eyes round in curiosity. What?

His voice comes out calm, for once. Theirs not a lick of seduction or amusement to be heard in it; He sounds focused, instead. Calm, and focused, and serious. You can’t help but listen closely, in a sort of trance. Honestly, you would describe the feeling as akin to being… compelled. “I’m going to stay here with you, until you feel better. You’re gonna order ice cream and I’m going to make up some mac and cheese, and we’re gonna watch a movie you haven’t seen before.” You feel a thud in your lap, and look down with a heavy feeling head to find you comfiest socks folded in a bundle, there. When you look up, Offender’s already pounced up and is heading to the kitchen.

After a moment, you nod slowly. Then, coming back to yourself, you tilt your head to the side; A tiny grin playing at your lips. “Mac and Cheese?”

Hands in his pockets, he turns half back around. “Oh, sweetheart. There ain't a better food to pair with misery in the world, then Mac and Cheese. And if there is, a sure haven’t found it.” He shrugs back, grinning once again. “Besides, it’s my specialty.” Then he points to your socks. “Put those on, and though as much as I’d love for ‘em to be the only thing you have on… “Your blush is dark, matching your glare. “I suggest you grab on your favourite hoodie, too, before I get back.”

Otis B Driftwood:

When Otis suddenly wanders through the feral looking living room, clearly having heard your message but avoiding talking about it- in fact, he seems to be avoiding looking at you the best he can, to boot. Shit.

Quickly wiping at your eyes, you get up to your feet, tuck your phone away in your pocket and face away from the direction Otis is in. Escape is imminent-

“Huh?” Suddenly a rough-feeling hand grabs you by the elbow and you twirl around to find Otis suddenly right behind you. Theirs that perma-scowl on his rat-ish, but yet somehow handsome face, but theirs an odd softness in his eyes that you don’t recognise. He’s never looked at… anyone, that way before. “O- “

“Don’t talk.” He rolls his eyes, flopping down onto the couch you just vacated, and yanking you down not-at-all gently close beside him. You’re just wide eyed, and shocked, by all this so you let him and keep your mouth shut like he told you to. “I don’t even wanna fucken know what shit that even was I overheard just then.”

Thinking about what the hell his intentions are, and staying silent for a moment as you do so, you get increasingly confused and can’t help but to take in a deep, stuttering breath in and open your mouth to ask-

But he cuts you off, before you can even make a sound. “I said shut the fuck up.” You’re still in a fragile state so your eyes immediately fill up with tears at him snapping so harshly at you, before you can stop yourself- despite the embarrassment of crying in front of Otis. “Oh- fuck- Shit- Did I say you could fucken cry??”

“Sorry!! Its not you- I-I’m just- It hasn’t been a good day, and- “Suddenly you’re sobbing, and your elbow sneaks out of his grip in order for you to hide your ugly cries from Otis’ view. He just moves his hand down to your waist, watching in half-annoyance and half-helplessness. “… I’m s-sorry… “

“Look- Y/N- fuck, could you cry quiet for a goddamn second?” He then sighs heavily and rolls his eyes deeply when you’re unable to do so. “Gee, thanks for the cooperation… Anyway- like I was saying- I don’t care what fucken happened today, okay? I don’t. I don’t give one roving fuck,” The words are so fervent coming out of his mouth, you can’t help peering up at him with watery eyes to see what he looks like- and it’s like he’s absolutely desperate, to convince you that he’s heartless. But- “But I aint going anywhere. So shut up, calm down, and buck up- in that order. So I can leave.”

Your eyes widen, disbelief filling you at his words. What does that mean?

Being too tired and too sad to argue though for the moment at least, you slowly shift forward and lean into his shoulder, heavy lids finally getting too close as Otis cautiously moves his big, scary hand up to your back- patting it a couple times, quite awkwardly. You sigh, because when Otis is quiet like this his presence is rather comforting, surprising enough. It feels like you’re kind of special- getting careful, almost-soft-feeling attention like this from a rough, cruel man like him. And if all you have to do to keep him like that is to stay quiet, then you can do that. For a little while, at least.

After a few minutes, he shifts; Rolling his shoulders back uncomfortably, and you look up with big, round eyes to see him laying back on the couch, long-ass anime legs spread out past you- muddy boots on the cushions. “C’mere.” As you look at him, he gestures shortly for you to come closer, to lay with him, and after a hesitant moment you do as told. Getting down beside him and resting your head on his shoulder as one of his dirty, sinewy arms wraps around your waist to keep you from slipping off the side of the couch. Your legs lay beside his, pressing against eachother in fact, and when you look up at his face you see his eyes close. He tastes his mouth a couple times, like he’s going to take a nap, and the tiniest urge to smile tingles at the corners of your lips.

He’s odd. Cold and evil and, often-times heartless.

But apparently, he’s- also- a damn good cuddler.

Peter Hale:

Note- You live with Derek. You two are friends and decided to just be roommates so neither of you ended up homeless, and somehow Peter got hold of a copy of the key- much to both your dismay.

“Now, what’s this?” You jump nearly right out of your skin, an entirely unpleasant experience in the state you are already in, when none other than Peter Hale appears in the doorway. Why is he here!?

Tilting his head towards the doorframe, he puts on a very fake concerned face. “Someone cry wolf?”

Ugh. Huffing, before then immediately sniffling which totally puts off your whole vibe, you get up and head towards the doorway he’s still in. “Whatever Peter, I’m going to my room- “

“Hold on, there, little wolf.” You’re just passing him by when he turns with you and you stop, because he’s just going to follow you if you ignore him. Peaking into your face, Peter actually frowns. “This isn’t because he me, is it?”

Sniff. “Not everything is about you, Peter.”

“Had to check.” He holds up his hands in surrender. Then gestures for you to follow him back into the livingroom, and patting the couch next to him when he goes in and sits down. “Come on, tell Uncle Peter everything.”

“No way in hell.” Your tone is dark. Is he making fun of you??

Huffing himself this time, he rolls those pretty eyes of his backwards into is head, and rolls his shoulders. Finally, he looks at your straight, and raises his brows; Pointedly patting the couch cushion again. “Sit. I’m not teasing you here, as much as I love doing that. I’m genuinely concerned- the ugly crying, the snot, the back talk- you’re acting like Derek. And that’s never a good sign, now is it?” Gripping the doorframe, you look at him very cautiously- still conscious of his douche-y nature. “Not even if you’re Derek.”

Sighing, you decide to go sit down - in the armchair across from him, rather than where he indicated which makes him roll his eyes again, - just to get him to shut up.

For a few moments it works, as Peter just folds his hands into his lap almost like he’s some therapist and just stares at you, assumedly hoping you’ll explain why you’re such a mess of your own accord. Well- he was wrong.

Eventually sighing, Peter shrugs. “Fine. My turn again, huh? Okay then- and you people say you don’t like me when I talk. Hypocrites.” Focusing on you again, your arms crossed over your chest, one leg folded over the other, eyes puffy and red and vibe all-too fragile as your fingers twitch on your arms, his eyes carefully soften. “Tell me, sweetheart, what happened?”

Letting out a deep breath you hadn’t known you were holding slightly, slowly as your shoulders relax, you look away from the older, eviller, werewolf. “… It’s just been a long week… “A really… really, long week…

Your nose starts to prickle, saying it out loud again. God, are you going to cry again in front of Peter?

Eyes flickering back to him, you see him looking seriously at you; No humour in his face as he looks at you in this state for whatever reason. Almost like he cares. “I’m not going to insult you if you cry, you know. I’m not that evil.”

Apparently you are going to cry in front of Peter. Eyes filling up instantly and bubbling over again with tears, you hug yourself, chewing on your bottom lip; Feeling all too cold under his gaze. “I thought… I just thought they… “Your partner, the one that probably wouldn’t even listen to your message. “Would be here, when I’m… like this… “

Surprising you, Peter suddenly gets up, taking the step between you away and gesturing for you to stand up. You do as gestured, blinking at him uncertainly as his fingers find their places around your upper arms. “… well you’ve got me. That’ll have to do, until they get their ass into gear- okay?”

You find yourself nodding, surprisingly. Despite the second part of that statement striking you, horribly, as being unlikely. “… You don’t have to… Derek’ll be home soon- “

“Derek is about as comforting as an inflamed orphanage.” If you weren’t so close to sobbing again, you would have snorted at that. “And besides, you’re not a hindrance to me in any way, at least right now,… so… I don’t mind.” One of his hands comes up to your face, curling around the back of your neck and brushing a thumb across your cheek comfortingly. You’re shocked at how guiltlessly good it feels.

So you then hide your face in his chest, the smell of his leather jacket filling your nostrils, and start to cry in the odd sanctuary of Peter fucking Hale’s arms.

Human!Toon Patrol:

A sudden, stuttering gasp licks at your ears for a moment and you frantically wipe at your eyes, whipping around like a deer caught in headlights to see Psycho and Wheezy standing in the doorway looking wide eyed and caught. “Are you c-c-c-crying??” Psycho asks, though the answer seems to be obvious as Wheezy relaxes instantly back to his laid-back self, getting over the shock quick and resting all his wait back on one hip as he takes a drag; Watching Psycho and you.

You, on the other hand, are the opposite to calm. Shaking your head, you blatantly deny your state. “No! I’m f-fine! Don’t worry! I-I’m just headed out to the market!- Um… “ Where’s your bag? Fuck, nothing is going right… Eyes flickering around you as you sweep off the couch, everywhere but at the two men, you don’t even notice when they both cross the room and end up on either side of you. So you jump, when Wheezy puts a hand on your arm. “Sweet’eart, maybe sit back down… “Its not a request, it’s a suggestion. One you just don’t have any patience for, because you know if you stop then you’re going to start crying again and you can’t risk that, so you pull your arm out of his gentle grip and turn-

Coming up immediately against Psycho, who gives a little waive. He tilts his head the side, insane hair not moving an inch and even crazier eyes spinning in circles- hypnotising you along with his high, demented voice. “Why don’t you sit?” He repeats- and its not request either. Psycho’s words are a demand- he expects you to do so.

Unsure, you start to shake your head. “Um- “

“Come on, Y/N.” Wheezy goes again, and you’re put even more on edge because he’s never this pushy. Usually, when you say no, he lets it go. It doesn’t mean much to him. He just shrugs; But now he asks you twice. Maybe he’d ask you thrice, if you turned him down again. “Y’don’t have to tell us nothing, just sit down. Y’know if you don’t, Psycho’ll be up all our asses for the rest of the day.”

He makes it about Psycho, about his needs and not yours, and your racing mind takes a breather. Your even quicker heartbeat slows down to a calmer drawl too, when you indeed sit down.

Wheezy sits down beside you but Psycho stays standing, chewing on his bottom lip as he fights to curb the broad smile on his face.

You take some deep breaths and they watch you do it, before Wheezy offers you ne of his prized smirks and you wrinkle your nose at him- getting a giggle out of Psycho and a smokers pant out of Wheezy.

Out of all the Toon Patrol… you suppose it could have been worse in terms of who found you like this…-

You spoke too soon.

“Miércoles! What did you two gordito’s do!?- “Immediately you see Wheezy roll his eyes up into his head at the unwelcome intrusion to the silence, taking a nice deep puff of a cigarette plucked from his rolled-up shirt sleeve. Good thing, too, because that smoke was very close to catching his button-up on fire- Suddenly Greasy is in front of you, and you and Psycho look up at him with wide eyes as the family whore looks you over in panic. Promptly he looks angrily at either man- the one sat beside you and the one hanging over you in a straight-jacket. “What happened to them!?”

“They were crying~” Psycho sings out unnervingly, and Greasy squints.

“I see that loco but why!?- “It’s clear he blames his teammates for it, but you don’t have the energy nor the strength at the moment to do anything but look on in shock- luckily, Wheezy seems to have it under control.

“Don’t ask us- we found ‘em like this.” Wheezy shrugs.

Or maybe Wheezy does not have this under control.

Greasy settles down sitting far-too-close next to you, more cuddling you then sitting with you, and you just let your shoulders drop; Saying nothing. Tears start to leak out of your eyes again and your lips wobble. “… mi amore… tell me, what’s wrong?”

Just as you’re sniffling and silently starting to weep again at all the fuss over you, and the men all start to panic in their own ways - Psycho humming and twisting his razor around and around in between his fingers, Greasy’s eyes blowing wide and mouth falling open, and Wheezy taking in a deep breath of oxygen through his nose, -, Smartass strolls into the room. “What- “

Immediately he zeroes in on the scene, looks as if all he wants to ask in that moment is for just one day (One weekend. One Saturday where he doesn’t have shit smeared across his simple life. ONE!), and promptly turns to leave the room again with a silent huff- but the littler man quite literally bumps into Stupid and his round belly on the way, and curses. No escape now. He’s been seen.

“Duh- what’s happening in here??”

Psycho, wandering around the couch and tracing the back with his knife, pipes up first. “We don’t know!~ “

“What the hell d’ya mean you don’t know??” Their leader spits, and you start actually sobbing- Greasy immediately wraps his arm around you and pulls you into his shoulder, not at all minding that you’re sobbing all over his suit. “The kid is sobbing on the damn furniture- y’havent asked why??”

Wheezy sighs. “We asked, boss, they just haven’t been able to answer.”

His face twisting into a determined scowl, Smartass swallows down his hesitation and stomps right over the fray- the only kind of fray he’s unsure about and would really rather steer clear from. Hands perched authoritatively on his hips; Smartass stops right in front of you and leans directly over you. “Alright Y/N, stop cryin’ a second. Come on, let’s talk like men.”

… All the men in the room stop to look at you. You lift your head off of Greasy’s shoulder, just to flash Smartass a terrible glare, then cover your face bury yourself in the green fabric again. It’s the only safe place in a room with vultures like this. Smartass’ jaw drops.

“Duh… boss, that was insensitive.”

“Shut up!” Smartass crosses his arms, tapping a foot impatiently against the ground at an increasingly fast pace. “Whatever. You give it a try. None a’ the rest of us have been able to fix the kid- ”

Greasy looks deeply offendedly at Smartass. “Hey, I am a magnificent consoler, boss, and I deeply resent you saying that in my presence- “Smartass raises his eyebrows back, in disbelief.

“Oh yeah? Then what the hell are they just spunk’en up your best suit, for?” At that, you lean your face away from Greasy, worried that Smartass is right, and you really are disgusting- but Greasy quickly pulls you back and pats the back of your head comfortingly; Flashing a glare at his boss before pressing his cheek to the top of your head, muttering Spanish assurances to you… a tiny, almost invisible smirk on his mouth.

Wheezy is the only one who catches it, and groans- covering his face with a hand. A creepy opportunist, that guy is…

Then Greasy all of a sudden feel’s air replace your body in his arms, and gasps; Looking up with wide eyes to find Stupid has snatched you. You yelp, and grabbing onto the giant man’s shirt as you peer down at the ground at least 5 feet below you. “S-Stupid!!”

“Stupid give them BACK!- “ Greasy hisses below, turned fully around on the couch.

“Shut up, idiot, the last thing they need when they’re in a funk is f’you t’ be copping a feel.” Smartass mutters, only glancing at his teammate. Greasy gapes, as if he would never, turning to Wheezy for a defence, but the other man just shakes his head. Nope.

“Not gonna happen, man.”

Psycho nods, his tongue sticking out a little bit between sharp teeth. “They’re right!~ Hehehehehe… ”

Greasy grumbles, crossing his arms. “Fine. Traidors.”

Stupid hums, holding you up in the safety of his arms effortlessly, and nuzzles into your hair. It brings an instantly warm and fuzzy feeling to your chest, and your grip on his clothing loosens. Your heavy eyelids fall closed, and you give in to the cuddles, resting your head against his chest. “Duh, everything will be alright!~ “

Honestly, up high in the large man’s arms, it does feel like it will be. It doesn’t feel like anything could touch you there, but him. Even when he sits down in an armchair, you let yourself relax against him. Stupid won’t let anything get to you, in his arms there.

You fall asleep to faint arguing, the sound of Stupid’s heartbeat close in ear, and Psycho humming a little further away in the other.

[kkusuka]

Haikyuu poly headcannons!! <33

 Pairs: Kageyama & Hinata, Oikawa & Iwaizumi, Ushijima & Tendo, Sakusa & Atsumu, Kurro & Kenma, and finally Bokuto & Akaashi. 

part 2

Sfw AND Nsfw 

Slight time skip spoilers!!!

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word count: 2.6K I got a bit carried away. lol

FEMALE READER

Kageyama Tobio  and Hinata Shoyo

Sfw

It's a constant fight for attention

They are polar opposites, Hinata is warm and energetic while Kageyama is confused and awkward, but  they both love you so much it hurts.

How you got together was kind of a funny story, you and Hinata knew each other from middle school and reconnected when you met at a local mall in tokyo. So when you and Hinata started hanging out more he couldn't help but brag to Kageyama about it, which led to him wanting to meet you and thus began the year long fight for your love. 

You couldn't choose between them so they came to the decision that they would just share you!

Your dynamics are pretty simple, you spend as much time with whoever is not at practice at the time, lucky they have two completely different practice schedules, Hinata in the morning and Kageyama in the afternoon.

That meant cuddling with Kags in the morning and cooking lunch with Hinata in the afternoon. 

You guys also have a weekly date night! You have a rotation of who gets to choose what they want to do. 

Unsurprisingly Hinata likes volleyball inspired dates, but he also likes the movie and picnic dates!

Kageyama is a bit more romantic, shockingly (he read a dating book), like romantic dinners and late night walks , shopping, anything to see you happy.

They also love anything you want to do, stay in? They make popcorn for movies. Dinner? Where, what and when should they make a reservation. 

They are literally so whipped for you.

Nsfw

Oh~ ho ho~

I am a firm believer that these two are switches. 

Hinata is a bit more submissive than Kags (for the most part), but he has his moments. 

And i have this thing where Kags makes you and Hinata fuck while he watches biut votgh of you are power bottoms.

Toys toys toys

I'm talking double ended dildos and vibrators galore.

Punishments are usually for Hinata and consist of you riding Kags while he watches, and its absolute torture.

They also have nights where they have you alone and those are sweet and romantic, rose petals and candles. 

It's never boring <33

“Tobio, doesn't she look so pretty?” 

“God Shoyo you’ll cum in your pants if you grind like that” 

“ go fuck yourself on the fucking dldo like a slut” 

Oikawa Tooru and Iwaizumi Hajime 

Sfw

There are two ways that this happened

1. You grew up with them and slowly fell in love through your life, and you all got together in highschool

Or 

2. You met Oikawa in Argentina, literally fell in love at first sight, stars in your eyes. This led to him bringing you back to Japan, which led to you meeting “Iwa-chan” (who looked much more beautiful in person). After hanging out everyday for about 3 weeks Oikawa bright up the idea of sharing

And here you are! 

You guys are all similar but you share personal things with each boy

With oikawa you have the obsession with aliens and you too even have a beauty routine that you do every night before bed.

With Iwaizumi you, of course, make fun of Oikawa at every waking moment. But! You also do all different kinds of exercise with him. You have a monthly yoga class and a swim aerobics program every other tuesday! 

These two spoil you so much it's ridiculous.

Perfumes, jewelry, clothes and even gaming things.

They will get you anything even if you don't want it (and they are rolling in cash so it doesn't really matter.) 

Nsfw

Iwaizumi rules the bedroom.

And as much as Oikawa pretends to be the top, he falls apart the second you kiss him neck. 

Favorite position?

Simple. It can go two ways.

Oikawa laying on his back, Iwa fuking him into heaven and you sitting on his face OR you on your stomach ass up with Iwa between your legs and Oikawa's dick in your mouth. 

The only real times Oikawa is in you is when Iwazumi wants to see both of you be pathetic sluts, or when Oikawa is being punished, mostly cockwarming while he is tied and not able to thrust in you.

 Double penetration?

 Your punishment.

Whine and cry all you want neither of them are slowing down, this is really the only time Oikawa is dominant in the bedroom

“Aw, Tooru, look at her! So pathetic!”

“You look like two whores trying to fuck, Harder brats” 

“Oh! Iwa her throat gets tighter when you do that!” 

Ushijima Wakatoshi and Tendo Satori

Sfw

Oh bby how did you get so lucky?

You have the best of both worlds!

Tendo, who you can joke around and cook with.

And Ushijima, your pillar and voice of reason. 

This relationship was 100% started by Tendo. No question. He saw you and decided right then and there that you were his, and what kind of best friend would he be if he didn't share with Wakatoshi! 

Thank god you were willing to do this, it would have Broken Satori AND Wakatoshis heart :((

This WAS the best decision of your life. 

Your first date as a threesome was so cute, it started with walking around tokyo and you stopped and ate in a small cafe. You begged them to pay and they didn't let you so this became a game to see if you could ever find a way to pay before them.(you're still failing to this day) 

After the cafe they took you to a small beach that had a little volleyball net set up. Insert uwus here

They taught you how to play, the basics if you didn't already know, and you guys played around until it was 2am 

All of your dates are different but they either end like that or cuddling on the couch wachting movies. OR you know ;))

Nsfw

UHHH there are two ways this could go. 

You being absolutely ruined by these two. Both being pretty big, they easily overpower you. 

Tendo also has the obsession with being in your ass while ushijima rips your poor pussy apart. 

Sadist tendo also makes a slight appearance, not letting yu cum for hours then making you cum over and over and over again

Or 

Mr. Tendo controls what you and Toshi do! 

Trust me Wakatoshi is still controlling you every waking second, but having Tendo tell him what to do (being slightly unaware of what to do anyway) gets him off just as much as you. 

And when he’s feeling more adventurous, Tendo has kept you and Ushijima on literal leashes at his feet while he just chilled out. (i literally love this so much-)

You guys do a lot of exploring!

“Harder Toshi, the slut can take it”

“” we don't have enough dicks to fill all your holes” 

“Satori! Please!” “Shhh, floor whores don't get to talk” 

Sakusa Kiyoomi and Miya Atsumu

My #2 pair 

DAMN, i can't even put how whipped they are for you in words. 

You defiantly knew Sakusa first. 

You two met in the supermarket, much to his displeasure he had to shop for himself, it was the classic strangers to lovers trope 

You both reached for the same countertop cleaner! 

To both of your shock you touched his hand and immediately started to apologize to him (he couldn't even reply because he was so stunned by your beauty) 

He snapped back and started to interrogate you about what cleaning products you use, you both didn't even realize how much time passed with you just talking about how you clean.

Eventually you exchanged numbers and texted almost all day.  

This led to him texting you back every chance he had during practice breaks, but he never told you he was a professional volleyball players AND happened to be on one of the top teams in the country, (you found out when he randomly followed you on instagram)

Eventually he got sloppy and Atsumu looked at his phone and found your number! Aren't you lucky ;) almost immediately after he started to question Sakusa about you

Who is she?

Where did you meet?

Is she pretty?

Gimmie her number Omi, i wanna know her too!

Eventually Atsumu just stole his phone and started to non-stop call you. 

“Uh Kiyo? This guy keeps calling me and asking me questions about you.”

“Ignore it” 

It got so bad that when you officially met atsumu he had followed Sakusa to your meeting spot, and you hit it off! (much to Kiyoomi’s disdain) 

After a few months, and a lot of talks, all three of you entered a relationship!

Your dynamic was great! You were clean like Sakusa and fun like Atsumu!

Perfect!

Another spoiling group, it's like they just know what you want. It doesn't even matter what you think :// no take backs :))

Plus you have girl time when they are at practice, a good time to plan surprises ;)

You even got Atsumu into skin and hair care (kiyoomi approves) 

You are literally perfect (and the hottest couple in the planet) 

Nsfw

Sakusa is in control.

No question.

He wants ti fuck you? Done.

He wants to watch you play with yourself. Already rubbing circles on your clit. 

He wants you to ride Atsumu until you squirt? You're bouncing on Atsumu Cumming and cumming. 

Believe it or not Sakusa AND Atsumu love messy blowjobs, seeing you slobber all over yourself and their cocks is the most beautiful thing to them. 

Atsumu also has the dirtiest most vulgar mouth on earth, will not spare your feelings one bit. 

But that doesn't even measure up to how Kiyoomi speaks to you. He has no shame is telling you that they are going to let everyone on the team fuck you senseless. 

Sakusa also loves to punish you and Atsumu for literally anything, he will tie you to each other and put vibrators in your holes and just watch you  two desperately grind on each other to get relief that just won't come. 

(they both love to ruin your orgasm too) 

“Go Whore i know you can bounce faster than that” 

“Look at her Omi! Isnt she the best little cumdump? Yes you are! Yes you are!” (pls he treats you like a pet) 

“Hey Miya. Wouldn't shugo just love to have her on her knees for him? I think we should let her sometime” 

I would do anything for these two- 

Kuroo Tetsuro and Kozume Kenma

Oh? You're the most spoiled pet in the world?

You definitely grew up together, aka you've had both of them wrapped around your finger since you were 8.

 You guys probably started dating after you accidentally let it slip that you were in love with the both of them. 

After you all confessed and talked for hours, you were officially dating!

Not much has changed, but they were more affectionate and loving and more physical with you. 

Your dates are really random, all the varying schedule and all. 

They take you to anime cafes and gaming cafes and ALL the different cafes. 

They always tell you you don't have to work but you feel bad so you started a makeup channel on youtube! And of course you were a sensation! 

You and Kenma make little collab videos and were voted as the cutest couple of the year! 

But that doesn't1 mean you aren't involved in Kuroos life just as much! 

You help him get ready every morning, he just “can't” tie his tie even after doing it since highschool. 

You make him a unique bento everyday! 

You even buy him little chemistry sets whenever you see that a new model was released!

Plus living with two cuddle bugs is a dream for any girl ;)

Nsfw 

The way that both of them are into cockwarming- 

Whenever Kenma is not streaming he wants you to sit on his cock, just be a good kitten and do it. 

No worries! Between rounds he'll start to pound you for as long as he can, but it's never enough  for you to cum :// too bad you'll just have to wait until he’s done, or when Kuroo some home. 

With Kuroo it's usually when he is doing more work in his home office. This is pure torture.

He won’t even pay attention to you until HE wants to cum. 

To add on to that neither of them are afraid of fucking you infront of people. 

Kenma has no fear of keeping you at his feet while he streams so you can suck him off whenever he wants. 

One time he was on a zoom call with his PR team and they had no idea you were deepthroating his cock under where the camera could see. 

Kuroo is the worst with this too, he’ll start fucking you when he knows he ahs a work call in a few minutes, so in the middle of fucking he’ll just answer the phone and make you shut up :((

Both of them together? You’re fucked. (literally haha) 

Kenma a bottom , 100%, just not as much as you.

Sex mostly means kuroo fucking you and sucking kenma off. 

“I wonder if everyone would still follow you if they  knew what a slut you are” 

“Kitten you have to be quiet for Daddy now, this call is important” 

“Look at that kenma, she’s cumming all over the place while drooling all over you!” 

Bokuto Kotaro and Akaashi Keji

The owl nest?  Yes Ma’am.

You were akaashis girlfriend first, but that meant you were practically dating Bokuto anyway. 

Akaashi? He loved it, you were just so cute when you tled to Kotaro! 

When he got excited, you got excited and you were just the cutest two babies in the world!

 The way you would talk for hours about nonsense and laugh about the stupidest things. 

Slowly but surely Akaashi braugh Bokuto into the relationship, and you had no objections! 

It started with small things like movie nights that turned into sleepovers that became full dates! 

Dates? Oh man you go on one almost every night! 

The movies! Bookstores! Restaurants! 

Even to the volleyball gym.

Sometimes Akaashi takes you to Bokuto’s games and you two just Cheer your lungs out!

This seems crazy but one time on your anniversary that took you to an owl farm! 

It was probably the funnest night of your life, and that was it all three of you knew that this was how you wanted to spend the rest of your lives. 

Nsfw 

Bokuto might be the driving force but Akaashi is the real mastermind behind the bedroom life. 

Sex mostly includs being railed by Bokuto for hours while Akaashi whispers sweet praises in your ears, telling you how good your gtaking Bokuto. 

Akaashi is also a firm believer in punishing people with toys,aka Bokuto getting ahead of himself and ignoring Akaashis commands which lands him tied up and a vibrator pressed to his sild until his orgass are dry :)

 Of course you are no better, cumming before your told or vene worse masterbating without permission. 

That lands you with a bunny vibrator, unable to move and just watching as Akasshi fucks Bokuto with your favorite dildo :( 

But if you'd just listen this would have never happened, just promise not to do it again! 

“Keji please, pease, wanna cum s-so bad” 

“Gee, you're just sucking him in huh? After all this time you still want more!” 

“You are just the prettiest little thing huh.” 

[dancingazaleas]

𖨆. 02 / all for us

summary: you’ve finally decided it was time to eat and bathe, but now that you aren’t worried about starving to death, you’re getting homesick. maybe a cup of tea and a movie is the best.

note: i, now, have a taglist for this series especially!! here’s the taglist form!! it will also be posted on the series masterlist!! much love <33

word count: +3.0k

warnings/notes: starvation, manipulation, abuse, slight panic attack, thoughts of suicide

IT'S been five days since you've had anything to eat.

your body is so weak from the lack of nutrients that you can't stand up on your own. your head is constantly aching from lack of food and you keep getting dizzy.

you feel like you're on the brink of death now, you can't even get out of bed to get yourself water out of your sink, shortening your life span if you keep this up. you feel yourself crying as you roll your body off of the bed and onto the floor.

hissing in pain, you dig your nails into the spruce hardwood floor.

"you are not weak for this. you're surviving," you whisper to yourself as you push yourself forwards with your arms.

it's so painful with the bruises. they rub up against your clothing, already irritating them a bit more than before, and now it's having pressure added onto it. your tears are blocking your sight, but you push on anyways. the door has never felt so far away.

you almost perk up when your nails scratch at the door. with weak fists, you bang at the door and call for one of the men that has captured you. your tears are dripping on the ground below you, forming a small puddle as they all bunch together.

"please," you croak, "please..."

the door is being unlocked and you feel as if all of your strength has been used at that moment. you lay still as your breath falters from your sobbing.

the door bumps against your head, shooting a sharp pain through your head. you can't find strength to care about it.

"so you're finally ready to listen. you look pathetic," you don't have to look up to tell it's levi speaking to you.

he calls out to erwin, telling him to fix you small and easy meal and to get you new clothes. he squats down and takes you into his arms bridal style.

if you weren't crying and letting out weak sobs, he would think your dead. you're so limp in his arms and your eyes are empty and droopy as they stare right through him. and it creeps him out.

he takes you into a bathroom with a tub, setting you gently on the toilet. he doesn't bother locking the door behind him, you're too weak to run away right now. levi's preparing you a bath, walking back and forth as he gets towels and soaps and checking the water.

you hiccup as you watch levi starting to remove that collar and chains around your neck, and you feel like a weight has been lifted off of your chest, literally. he's undressing you, obviously trying to avert his cold eyes away from your body. you're gently laid in the bath, head resting against the rim.

levi's quiet as he pours a warm cup of water over your hair and face, squatting down to reach your level.

"stupid," he scoffs as he lathers up shampoo in his hands. he washes your hair gently.

"this isn't mine and erwin's fault," he shakes his head while he pours water over your head, "it's your fault. you refused our care."

you don't argue back, too tired to even think of a comeback. you also don't feel like getting beat any more than you already are. your eyelids are getting heavy, immediately shutting them as soon as you feel the pressure on them.

levi stares, mouth slightly parted as you breathe in and out through your nose. your cheek was sprinkled in the color crimson, his own handiwork made him cringe. he just sighs, now brushing through your locks of hair with conditioner coated on his hands.

he rinses his hands off, letting the conditioner stay there just for a few seconds so it can soak in. his eyes trail down your body, stopping at your bruised breast. he didn't even realize he hit you there.

he shrugs it off and gathers water into the small cup in his hand, pouring it over your head. he expects you to jump up at the water over your head but all you do is mumble. he wants to wash your body, specifically your underarms, but with you half asleep and barely able to stand on your own without him holding onto you, he can't.

he clicks his tongue and pulls out the cover up blocking the drain. he grabs you by the arm, ignoring the whimper of pain that you let out, and pulls you up onto your wobbling feet. he helps you step out of the tub and wraps a fluffy pink towel around your shoulders, carefully sitting you onto the toilet again.

the bath water is a little murky and levi cringes at it because he knows it'll leave a ring around the tub. he'll clean it up later.

erwin's opening the door, a pile of clothes in his large hands.

"she's all tuckered out," he chuckles, handing off the clothes to levi.

"yeah. don't know how, she's barely done anything. must be the hunger or something," levi shrugs and watches the folded clothing come undone as he holds the hemline between his fingers.

"maybe we were too harsh on her."

"no, we weren't. we can't trust her. believe it or not, but forks can hurt whenever you put force into them when you stab someone. she could've hurt one of us or herself," he folds the clothes over his arm and holds out a hand.

erwin hands him underwear, "i suppose you're right."

"i'm always right," levi carefully puts on your underwear for you.

erwin rolls his eyes at levi's comment, "make sure to dry her hair."

"i know what i'm doing," he snaps, "go put her food in her room."

erwin complies, swinging the door shut behind him as he goes to fetch your food.

you've barely processed their conversation, too focused on levi's hands putting you in a satin light grey nightgown that ends just below your knees. the bishop sleeves keep your arms warm and cold at the same time, in fact, the whole material of the dress does as well. the neckline is a v-neck, not that you mind too much because of the risk you might get too hot.

"do i...," you manage to mumble, "do i have to wear this to sleep...?"

"yeah, unless you feel like sleeping in just underwear. i don't think you want that though," he scoffs as he towels off your damp hair.

you don't reply, far too tired to even say a 'whatever' to him. you let your forehead come into contact with his hip, taking in the cold temperature radiating off of his body. you want to nuzzle into his hip, but thankfully you have enough will to not do so. it reminds you of your friend, pieck, and her cat like tendencies. the memory has you letting out a pained laugh.

levi can feel his face getting warmer at every movement you make with your head, but he manages to play it off because of the towel blocking your view. he throws the towel into the basket by the tub, hand silently stroking at the back of your head in comfort.

it doesn't give you comfort. but you don't let it show.

levi's grabbing a hair brush, a clean and new one, and running it through your (hair type) locks. there are far too many tangles from the lack of care you've been giving your hair, but not enough to make a knot.

levi then pulls out a block of deodorant from the cabinet below the sink. it's unused and you can smell the scent of flowers on it as he brings it closer. his hands slide up your dress with caution, trying to avoid coming into contact with your bruised body.

he manages to put on the deodorant easily. he picks you back up with a grunt, eyebrows furrowing at your pained expression. he's placing you back onto your bed in just a matter of seconds, throwing the covers over your legs.

erwin's sitting at the edge of your bed, holding a fork with food already on it. your eyes are droopy while you look at erwin.

you don't eat a lot, they're in fear that you might throw everything up if fed too fast. you don't blame them, you haven't eaten in five miserable days. it's best to be cautious.

"scooby...," you manage to whisper out, eyes fluttering shut.

"she wants to watch scooby doo even though she's already asleep," levi huffs with the shaking of his head, grabbing the tray from erwin's hands.

erwin follows after levi, closing the door behind the both of them and locking it.

"she seems to be getting adjusted," erwin notes while standing behind levi and watching him wash the dishes.

"only because she was on the brink of death. let's just hope she learned from it," levi's aggressively scrubbing the plate with a sponge.

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you lay in your bed a few days later, the feeling of homesickness is eating you up inside. did no one care? did anyone even notice you vanished? where was everyone? what were they doing?

you think of zeke. the man you were sort of dating, it's complicated. well, it was. now, it's just nonexistent.

zeke was out of the country for a bit, something to do with work. he left you with a kiss on the forehead and a hug. you wonder if he's texted you.

you think of pieck. oh my god, she's had to have noticed by now. she's your best friend, she lives with you. but the memory of the two of you fighting right before you were kidnapped comes flooding back, and you deflate. if you weren't in the house then pieck would probably think it was normal.

what about porco? reiner? your guys friends who act like guard dogs towards you. where were they? did they notice? surely they had to, you never not text them back.

bertholdt? your close friend that you also worked with him. he was a music prodigy and he texted you almost everyday. did he notice?

you're breathing erratically as you sit up and clutch your hands over your ringing ears. where were they? where even was your phone?

you're gonna get killed before you can tell any of them that you love them. the thought has you crying and tugging at your hair. you were so mean to pieck before you were kidnapped. you hadn't talked to zeke since the day of your kidnapping, who probably wasn't worried because he was busy with work.

when will you see them again? will you ever even get to see them again?

'maybe after death,' you think, eyes darting up to the mirror on your vanity.

you slap yourself upside the head, slapping away the thought. you struggle to get onto your feet, but when you do, you're banging at the door for levi and erwin again.

you have to know if they're okay, to know if they know you're gone. you step away from the door at the sound of keys jingling and their footsteps.

"what are you freaking out about now," levi's being followed by erwin.

"my friends... did.. did you tell them i was okay," with a boost of confidence, your gripping at levi's biceps.

"get your filthy hands off of me," he smacks them away.

"yes, we did tell them you were going away. we said you decided on a vacation," erwin speaks and watches your eyes dart back to the mirror.

"fuck," you whisper to yourself. everyone would believe you'd go on vacation, you had been stressed with your job for the past month.

"levi's gonna make you some tea and then we can all chat, we were about to do so anyways," erwin's hand rubs at your back as he pulls you close to him.

levi leaves the room, following the orders of erwin. erwin, on the other hand, is cooing at you.

"no one's going to miss you," he whispers in a sweet tone and it gives you goosebumps, "no one at all."

you know it's not true. it can't be true. zeke would miss you. reiner would miss you, pieck, porco, bertholdt. they'd all miss you.... right?

"we're the only ones who care, no one else cares," his grip tightens.

"want to know what that girl said," you hear the arrogance in his voice, and you can't do anything to stop it since he's buried your face in his chest.

"she said she was glad you were on vacation. she said that it was good that she didn't have to see you," yoy hiccup against his chest, pieck couldn't have said that, right?

he pulls away finally, satisfied at your expressionless face—if you overlook the tears. you can't give in, pieck would never say that. never in a million years would she say that, even if she hated your guts.

right?

levi comes back in, hands holding a tray that has teacups and a pot of tea on it. levi goes to the area with three chairs, setting the tray onto the coffee table and sitting himself down in one. erwin follows behind him, leaving the chair in between them open for you to sit.

they stare at you expectedly, it makes you uncomfortable so you decide to just deal with it and sit with them.

"what tea is this," erwin asks while levi pours everyone a cup.

"earl grey, what else do we have," levi hands a cup to erwin and then to you.

you hold it by the handle, silently admiring the cup's delicate and intricate design. you try to ignore the voice in the back of your head to break it on the ground and slash your neck open. you want to drink it too, it smells absolutely perfect, but if you hold it any longer you might just listen to that voice.

you set it back down, left hand immediately grabbing at your right wrist. you didn't trust yourself to make a move on your own, if you did you fear it might end up with a shard of glass at your throat.

erwin's ice eyes stare at your wrist and hand, taking in how your knuckles were white and the skin on your arm was reddening.

"just say if you want handcuffs," erwin sips at his tea and looks away.

"what," you flinch at his voice interrupting the quiet that was once there.

his comment has you looking at your hands, which you let go of at the sight of the irritation.

"sorry," you shrug and lean back in your chair.

"good. can't have you hurting your hands," levi comments, eyes staring outside of the bay window.

"speaking of that," you sigh, "why do you always leave my hands alone. you've shown no mercy to my arms, so why my hands?"

"when you're good enough, you'll be allowed to play the piano," erwin crosses a leg over the other, ankle resting on his knee.

"play? for who? there's no one in this empty house but us," you scoff and cross your arms.

"me. and there's more people here than you think," levi's giving you a small smirk, "you're just separated from them."

"it's hard to believe that you have friends, levi," you mumble loud enough for them to hear. your comment has erwin chuckling and levi rolling his eyes.

"i have friends, believe it or not. watch your attitude," he's putting his tea back onto the tray.

"i don't have an attitude," you sound like a child arguing with their parent.

erwin butts in the conversation before levi can get mad, "anyways, we will allow you to play if we think you've been good enough. levi likes the piano, remember?"

you bite down on your tongue to stop the words 'no but i remember getting kidnapped!!' from coming out of your mouth.

"when can i leave this room, it's too stuffy in here?"

"did you not just listen to erwin? he said when we feel you've been good enough. you've got to start by loosing the attitude," levi snaps his fingers irritatedly.

"how am i supposed to act?!"

"obedient," erwin's now standing over your chair, hands gripping the arms as he leans over you.

"like a dog," you look to levi at the sound of his voice, you try to make yourself smaller.

"you have on a chain and collar for a reason, don't you," erwin smiles gently, hand taking ahold of the chains while he stands up straight.

you choke when erwin tugs the chains towards himself, head knocking right against his stomach while the chains swing in the air and curl around his arm. his other arm swiftly grabs at jaw and forces you to look up at him with your chin pressed to his body.

erwin feels himself harden at the sight, your eyes are widened and your mouth his agape and panting because of the sudden cut off of air.

"just like that," he strokes his thumb along your jaw while you wonder what's caused a sudden change in him these past few days; he used to be so gentle. oh right, kidnapping.

his words have you turning hot, embarrassment hugging you from behind. it wasn't like you easily complied, you were forced to do so. you're also embarrassed because you can feel his hard-on against your sternum, and while you haven't thought about it before, you realize that erwin is fucking hung. you hope that you're not too good for them.

you're saying prayers in your head whenever levi speaks up, "i thought we came in here to watch a movie or something."

erwin lets you go, chains dropping from his arm as he does so. you sigh in relief as erwin grabs the remote from your bed and turns the tv on. you huff while you flop onto your bed and crawl up under your covers, knowing that you'll probably just fall asleep as you watch the movie.

unfortunately, this gives off the impression that you would like to be cuddled. levi's sliding under the covers with you, chest pressing against your back with arms wrapped around your waist. erwin follows soon after, inserting himself in your arms as he scrolls through the different movies at his disposal on the television. you're slightly frustrated at all of the physical contact, but you know that if you reject their advances it'll end up bad for you.

"put on heather's, please," you ask, which erwin obliges to.

as the movie goes on, you hope that they get the message.

you'll be veronica, and they'll be jd.

[lilallama]

hello! i reaaaaally really reaaalllllyyyy love your writing! I'd like to know how both clubs would react to their beloved texting them? it could be anything you want! I trust your creative mind:D i hope you're doing well~(´∩｡• ᵕ •｡∩`)

[Thank you so much, cinnamon bun ❤ that makes me really happy ^^. I'm doing very good, I hope you do too. Hobis picture didn't fit on here (TT), so I will post it by itself. 💕🍑]

Hoseok

The young boy layed on his silk sheets, on his four thousand dollar mahogany bed, while drowning in the sounds of his best friend. On his phone he kept repeatedly playing the recordings of their calls. Hearing their voice felt like heaven to him, if he could he'd make them talk forever just so he could dwell in the sound of their voice. Suddenly his euphoria was interrupted by a notification.

Y/n 💕

Have you got the homework for today?

If yes, could you please tell me, thanks.

He sat up and put on his glasses. Yes, it really was Y/n. Although they consider him a best friend, Hoseok still cannot stop his heart from racing in his chest. He quickly typed an answer and jumped up to send them a picture of his finnished work.

Seokjin

With his soft black hair pulled back my a fluffy, pink headband and him wearing an evenly fluffy but white bathrobe, he sat in his private bathroom and applied his expensive skincare products. He hummed and sang a bit [I love you, Y/n~] before being interrupted by his phone notifying him that he got a message.

Prince/ss 👑

Have you got the homework for today?

If yes, could you please tell me, thanks.

He immediately threw his fifty dollar "protection and hydration, for a longer lasting youthful look" cream away and hurried to type back. Why should his love have to do homework, when he'll have one of his butlers do it for them. Silly Y/n.

Yoongi

The newest Rap music blasting in his ears, Yoongi hugged a photo of Y/n, his gorgeous [not yet] lover, to his chest. He dispises most of the new music. It's all money, sex and parties, none of which has anything to do with him. He's an anti social virgin, who has to work two part time jobs to be able to provide for himself and his alcoholic mother. But in that moment he didn't care. The sobs escaping his mouth got interrupted by a notification, no one ever texts him.

Angel 🎶

Have you got the homework for today?

If yes, could you please tell me, thanks.

His red, watery eyes widen. They actually wrote him. They noticed little, boring him. Without thinking he typed a response and made his way to give them what they asked for.

Namjoon

The sound of a pen scraping against paper, leavibg behing dark blue, inky lines that are formed into neat writings. As student council president, Namjoon made sure to set an example to everyone. Diligent, devoted, intelligent, responsible Namjoon. Just as the last sentence was brought to an end, a notification popped up on his phone. He was going to ignore the message, but then spotted the name of the sender.

Darling ❤

Have you got the homework for today?

If yes, could you please tell me, thanks.

His pen rolled out of his hand and hit the polished floor of his room. His love just texted him. They asked for his help! Is he dreaming? He must be. Oh, how he longed for such a moment. He can finally be useful to his darling.

Jimin

The music came to a stop and so did Jimin. He pushed his pink hair out of his sweaty face, while whiping some of the sweat away with his already soaked shirt. The white fabric sticking uncomfortably to his body as he tried to catch his breath. After all there's no time for breaks, he has to impress his baby with his skills! But before he could start the music again, his phone buzzed in his backpack. He walked across the practice room with an annoyed look on his face.

Baby 🥰

Have you got the homework for today?

If yes, could you please tell me, thanks.

Jimins vision went hazy for a second and he lost balance. Now on the floor, he still stared at the message. His face flushed even more than before while thinking about their cute face, distraught at having forgotten the homework. He smiled and took a picture of him winking, making sure to take it so they could see his sweaty shirt, stuck to his back in the mirror. He'll send you it once he gets home, until then how about you talk for a bit?

Taehyung

The artistic boy kept his eyes on the canvas before him. His apron had multiple dried up colour stains, while fresh paint coated his fingertips. Some of the paint got smushed on his face as he brushed his bangs aside, while sone of the paint also got stuck in his locks as he tied them into a small bun. He stepped back, the painted face of his love smiling back at him made him break out into a lovestruck boxy grin. But then his phone buzzed and his smile immediately disappeared.

God/dess 🌹

Have you got the homework for today?

If yes, could you please tell me, thanks.

With his mouth slightly agape, his almond eyes stared at the slightly stained screen. Was he imagining things, was his god/goddess really giving him the chance to serve them. After a few seconds he snapped out of it and hurried to grab his homework.

Jeongguk

In the dark of the night, Jeongguk slouched through the streets. He just got in a fight, boxed the guy so hard that he broke his nose, arm and maybe a rib, just to leave that pathetic, shaking pile of shit whimpering on the ground. As the streetlights softly shone down on him, illuminating his face, he received a message.

Spouse 💍

Have you got the homework for today?

If yes, could you please tell me, thanks.

He stopped in his tracks. A cold wind surrounded him, messing up his hair even more. A bright smile appeared on his face, revealing his bunny like teeth. After jumping around and twirling once or twice he stopped to reply. He couldn't repress the laugh that escaped his dry throat. Now he only has to hurry home!

Jennie

She was feasting with her parents at the gisnt dinner table, but they completely disregarded her existence, only having eyes for each other. She chuckled and cleared her throat, catching her parents attention who bashfully laughed along with her. Jennies parents are exactly how she wishes her future marriage to be. They started talking when her phone notified her of a message.

Y/nie 😘

Have you got the homework for today, girl?

If yes, could you please tell me, thanks.

Before her mother could scold her on her lack of etiquette, she squealed in a high pitched note, that her Y/n just texted her. Of course, her parents knew about you as well as her feelings for you, they were the exact same when they were younger. They sighed lovingly and huddled together while their daughter excitedly texted her love.

Jisoo

Just a few minutes ago, she was busy going through all her Y/n pictures that have she took these past months [5732, not counting her digital copies]. She was just brushing her silky black hair when her phone let out that obnoxious tone. Jisoo snapped around to her phone on her bed, her 20th one this month [her phone keeps running out of storage room from all her photos, yet she refuses to delete any. So she just gets a new one once her current runs out if storage]. She looked at the screen.

My Muse

Have you got the homework for today, girl?

If yes, could you please tell me, thanks.

As soon as she read these messages, her expression brightened. He brush was thrown into a corner of her big room, making a clack sound as it hit the tiles. In a matter of seconds she typed her answer and send you the homework, as you requested.

Chaeyoung

Soft, gentle fingers stoked the strings on a wooden guitar, filling the room with a sweet melody. An angelic voice joined the guitar play, creating a fairytale like song. As it slowly came to an end, the girl to whom that angelic voice belongs, leans over to her nightstand, grabbing her phone. With longing eyes she stared at the screen while muttering please under her breath. Just then, she received a text message.

My Lovely Y/n 😊

Have you got the homework for today, girl?

If yes, could you please tell me, thanks.

She jumped up, placing the guitar on her bed while dancing around. Her eyes, filled with love and adoration, focused on the text. She took a screenshot and replied while singing out of happiness.

Lisa

After she had finished her last pirouette for the day, she scated off the ice to remove her scates. The young girl sat on the cold bench, letting her hair out of her bun, to flow over her shoulders in smooth waves. While removing her skates, she received a notification on her phone.

Sweetheart 🌸

Have you got the homework for today, girl?

If yes, could you please tell me, thanks.

Lisa smiled as she exchanged her ice skates for a pair of warm boots and placed them back to where they belong. While texting her love, she walked out with poise and flipped her hair back. Of course her love would rely on her. She is the most trustworthy person after all.

[animesmutfest]

Hawks x Reader

You look at the clock in disbelief as the hand strikes twelve. You sat on the couch drinking wine with tears running down your face. Your husband is no where to be found. Again. Its your fourth anniversary and he has not been home at all today. Suddenly you hear the door unlock but you don't even look your just take another sip of your wine. You could tell he was at least tipsy as he stumbles in the house. He looks over to you and see your cup and tear streaked face. Walking closer he realized you’re dressed up and a card lays on the cushion next to her reading happy anniversary. Before he could even speak you start. "Two years. You haven't been here for an event for two years. You've missed even our own daughters birthdays." You say seething with anger. "Y/n listen" he starts. "You know what Kiego?! You can go fuck yourself! Get the hell out!" You scream at hawks throwing his jacket and shoes at him. "Come on Y/N do you really want to end things like this? Please don't give up on me!" He says pleading. "You have missed every single family event the past two years. If you want to drown in a bottle or use work as an excuse, me and our daughter deserve better than that!" You scream while crying. hawks now crying as well sinks to the floor realizing that you wear right. Every single family event for the past two years he has either been working or drinking. "Ill stop drinking babe! I wont ever drink again if that's what you want!" He cries. "I don't want you to do anything but be the man i thought i married. But i cant even trust you to do that considering you're never here" you shout. "Okay y/n ill leave. But i promise you I'm going to do better from here on!" He says walking out the door.you close it behind him and sink to the bottom balling your eyes out. His heart breaks as he hears your cries, the cries that he caused.

He gets in his car and drives to a hotel to give you space. At the hotel he cry's into his bottle of jack thinking about the facts and the facts are her has not been there for his own family. His two year older daughter ember is 3 and he hasn't been to her 2nd or 3rd birthday parties. He's always just told y/n something came up. "I really am a pathetic excuse of a man. My wife is perfect and my daughter is my pride and joy but I still do shit like this. I'm never fucking around when I need to be" he says crying harder. Back at the house y/n pretty much cried herself to sleep. The next day you send him a text telling him to stay away until he can prove to his family that we come first. He gave a simple okay response. You spend the day with ember playing with her and cooking dinner for her. Once you put ember to bed you head to your own room. You lay in bed with no one beside you and the loneliness makes you cry again. "I just wish he was here" you say as you drift asleep.

Six months later:

A few months ago I was strong enough to invite him over for dinner. Ember was with her grand parents as to not be involved in our issues. We made a deal that he would stay at a hotel and every weekend he can come over for dinner. So far he has made more time for our family than he ever has. He even has a glow on him now that he isn't drinking. That's right, he stopped drinking after that night. And tonight after six long and lonely months you really wanted him back home. He invited you out on a date at a nice restaurant and your mom offered to keep ember. You hear the doorbell ring as you make your way down stairs. He's wears a nice pair of pants and a button down. And this is what you have on with your hair in a pony tail.

"Wow... you look stunning babe" he says blushing. "Thank you kiego" you say blushing as well. You both leave and head to the restaurant. Once you are there the staff seat you and bring a bottle of wine. "Oh sir I don't drink thank you though" he says pushing the bottle away. "You sure you don't want any?" You asks. "No love I'm good you enjoy yourself" he says smiling. Impressed you start talking to him about how he's been and how work is. Come to think of it you haven't seen him even look at a drop of alcohol since that night. After a while he grabs your hand and looks into your eyes. "I miss you y/n and I miss ember" he says kissing your hand gently. "We miss you too kiego" you say softly. "I've been thinking a lot and would it be too forward of me to ask if I could stay over tonight?" He asks putting his head down a bit waiting to be rejected again. You have seen his efforts and he really has gotten better. Plus I really do miss him. You think to yourself blushing a bit. "You can come home kiego" you say shyly. His face lit up and he rested his forehead on your hand in relief. "Thank god..." he says as a single tear falls down his face. "C-can I kiss you y/n?" He asks. You grab his blazer and your lips crash onto each other's. You pull away blushing and ask him to take them home. He happily complies and after paying they head home.

As soon as they open the door you pull him into another kiss but this one more aggressive. His wings puff up a bit as things heat up. He takes his blazer off and pulls you close to him deepening your kiss. He pushed your back against the wall sliding his hand up your dress and grabbing your ass. You moans into the kiss at his touch and his mouth slowly moved down to your jawline then neck. Your moans are light as your hands rubs on his arms. "Can I please take you baby? It's been so long and I think I might lose my mind." He asks desperately. "Please kiego" you moan. He picks your up with your legs around his waist and walks you upstairs to the bedroom. He kicks open the door and places you on the bed with him between your legs. His mouth attacking your neck desperately searching for your voice. As your hands feel all over one another his head trails down to your panties and he licks your clit through the fabric making your body tingle a bit. "Don't tease me baby... please, I really need it" you say squirming. He smirks "As you wish baby" and slides your panties to the side and he begins to devour you. "Fuck~!” You moan as you tug on his hair a bit from the pleasure but also trying to show resistance. You use your hand to muffle your moans but this made him stop completely. He looks up at you with feral eyes. "I haven't touched you in over 6 months baby... move that fucking hand and let me hear you." He growls at you. His eyes even looked different as if he was truly an animal And you were his prey. You do as your told and slowly move your hand. He wastes no time going back to his meal. His hands now gripping your thighs to keep you in place as he slides his tongue inside you. "K-kiego ngh yes baby~" you moan loudly  as you squirm under him.

He repeatedly moves his muscle in that motion and slurping you up as he pulled out. "I fucking missed you dove... your taste is even more delicious" he groans as he gently sucks on your clit. Your hips buck into his mouth as pleasure consumes you making you feel like melting into him. Minutes went by like this as you’re edged closer and closer. His mouth creating lewd noises as you gush over and over again. But soon to feel a tremendous pressure in the pit of your soul. Your moans slowly becoming whimpers. "I can feel it baby... cum for me dove" he groans as he laps at your throbbing pussy. Your breathing becoming quite heavy as he worked for your juices. "I-I I'm cumming  ki- fuuuck" you moan wildly as he laps up your cum faster than it can come out of you. He suddenly takes one of his feathers making it sharp and cuts off both of your clothes before he lines himself up with your pussy. He shoves himself completely inside you unexpectedly causing you to cum again. Your mind melting as you clentch hard around him. He looks at you and leans down to your face. "Did my baby just cum from me putting it in?" He smirks. You nod shaking as your hands wrap around his neck. Without another word you kiss him deeply as he starts thrusting into your tight pussy. "I-I'm so sorry baby I can't control myself" he growls as he then pulls out of you and aggressively flips you on all fours and shoving himself back into you. You cry out in pleasure as he pounds into you at inhumane speeds. His hand digging into your hip and the other gripping your arm behind your back. You feel another climax close as your skin collides over and over again.

Feeling you grip him tighter he slows down a bit but slams into you as hard as he can again and again. "Yes! Yes! Yes baby aaahhh Break me!!!!" You cry out and after a few thrusts like that you begin to squirt all over the bed. He stops amazed at what just happened. "Damn baby... I didn't know you could do that" he says blushing. You couldn't speak just moan and pant. "Let's try that again shall we?" Flipping you on you back and lifting your hips to meet his while you upper body still on the bed. "This time I wanna see it" he says licking his lips. He slides back in and goes at it like he never left. He loved the way you looked right now. Feral and completely destroyed because of him. He drools at the sight of your wet pussy being filled by him, by the way your breasts bounced harshly because of his thrusting. Your completely a mess under him barely being about to say anything besides incoherent words and whimpers. Soon you feel that strange sensation again as you neared another orgasm. "Ki! Aahh daddy~" you cry out as you grip his thighs. "Do it baby!" He moans and with that you being to squirt all over his lower stomach, cock and legs. This time much more intense as your mind went hazy for a few moments. He doesn't stop though and thrusts into a few more times before slowing down and running his hand on your stomach. "I think it's time we gave ember a sibling~" he moans. Your eyes weakly looked at his and all you could do was smile. He thrusts into you one final time as his shoots his cum deep in your womb. "God b-baby you feels so good" he moans as his cock twitches inside your throbbing pussy. You both catch your breath before cleaning up the bed and yourselves before falling asleep.

The next morning the sun beams through the room as you wake up. Kiego sleeping peacefully next to you. You kept thinking about last night blushing from what he said about giving ember a sibling. "Well if that's true then maybe I should help him out achieving that goal" you think to yourself smirking. You knew he was a heavy sleeper so you crawl between his legs and slipped his boxers off. You grab his already hard cock and slowly pump him causing his muscles to jump a bit. After a few pumps you slowly lick around the tip and suck on it softly. He moans in his sleep and his breathing pattern become irregular. You then smirk and shove him completely in your throat quickly and wastes not a moment deep throating him. He wakes up moaning loudly pulling back the blanket staring at you with a red face. "B-baby what ahh~" his moans not allowing him to speak properly. You ignore him and climb on top slowly sinking yourself down on him. His head falling back into the bed from the pleasure. You roll your hips into his instead of bouncing making both of you moan aloud. You pull him back up and wrap your hands around his neck while he’s gripping your waist. His mouth sucking on your neck harshly leaving marks everywhere his tongue danced. "I'm so close baby~" he moans into you and he thrusts into you. You throw your body back and grip his thighs as you bounce on his cock forcing your skin to slap against his own.

His grip tightens as he nears his climax. Your pace quickens as you chase your own climax as well. "Feels s-so good daddy~" you moan into the air as you clench around him. "Shit dove I-I'm gunna cum" he moans as sweat beads on his forehead. "Fill me up d-daddy. I want it deep inside~" you moan as you cum hard on his cock. He fucks you back harder and soon after he feels himself about to cum. "Fuck yes baby! Mmmmph shiiit~" he growls as his cum fills you deep. You lean forward keeping him inside you and kiss him passionately. He grabs the back of your head deepening the kiss slipping his tongue in. He pulls back and looks into your wild eyes panting. "What's gotten into you?" He says. "You said you wanted to give ember a sibling so I thought I'd help you out" you say smirking. He laughs a bit before kissing you again. "Then let's spend the day making sure we achieve that goal. What do you say love?" He says as he gets hard again still inside you making you moan. "Yes daddy" you say.

[kitkatd7]

Naughty List

12 Days of Christmas; Day 7

Pairing: Dom!Bucky x Model!Switch!Reader

Summary: You tease Bucky with a naughty picture and he doesn't appreciate it.

Warnings: (18+) Explicit smut. Dom/switch dynamics, slightly rough sex, oral sex (male and fem receiving) slight overstimulation, masturbation, dirty talk, the slightest hint of degradation, teasing, cursing, implied smut, implied dark!Bucky. If any of these things bother you please don't read this story!

Word Count: 1,359

A/N: So here's a smutty one! I hope you enjoy it! (Sorry I'm so behind on these)

Marvel Masterlist

Masterlist of Masterlists

12 Days of Christmas Masterlist

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Today is your photoshoot with Victoria's Secret for their Holiday edition and tour excited- but why did you have to be there at 6 A.M.? You're up and out the door before Bucky has even left for his daily run; you give him a quick kiss before dashing out the door.

Strolling in the door, you immediately hear your name being called by your boss, Michael, who’s walking towards you with an alarmed look on his face. “Thank God you're here! We just lost 2 other models and we need you to fill in for them.” 

Great. You fake a smile. “Of course I can do that! Any idea what time we’ll be done?”

“You're a lifesaver. Probably only a few extra hours… we should be done before 5!” he calls over his shoulder before rushing off.

5 o’clock. That’s only an extra 4 hours of shoots- how bad could it be?

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5 hours later you’ve just finished several different shoots and you're ready for lunch. Before heading to get something to eat you waltz into the bathroom, still in your red silk lingerie set. The top has thick, striking straps that halter around your neck, the dramatic straps draw attention to the large, red bow positioned directly between your half-exposed breasts; the panties are the same vibrant, sexy red, held only by flimsy straps that tie on each hip, creating little bows of their own. 

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You glance in the mirror. Damn you look good. 

Unlocking your phone, you open your camera to take a selfie, your phone poised above you and tilted down to capture your outfit. Your other hand comes up to play with the top of your bra as you snap the picture, the angle perfectly capturing your figure and exposed cleavage, but also leaving more to be desired. 

Opening your messages you send Bucky the picture along with a text: Have to fill in today... Won’t be home till later tonight… Hope this makes up for it ;)

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Walking into the kitchen Bucky grabs a bottle of water from the fridge, glancing at his phone on the counter. 

**2 New Messages from Babygirl❤❤❤**

Unlocking his phone he opens your texts, sucking in a breath at the naughty picture and text he finds waiting. Enlarging the photo he feels himself harden at your pretty tits and sultry expression on display for him. Fuck. He glances at the time stamp. **Sent 11 A.M.** 3 hours ago- which means he has to wait another 3 hours for you to get home. 

His mind drifts to all the other possible skimpy outfits you could be wearing and his cock twitches. 3 hours. God, he won’t last that long.

Turning on the water as cold as possible he steps into the shower in hopes it will help.

He braces himself against the wall, willing himself to think of anything besides you to no avail. His mind keeps drifting to you and your sexy half-smirk; your legs, ass, tits, hair, lips- Every thought driving him insane.

He grasps himself firmly, pumping slowly as he imagines fucking you in that pretty red set of lingerie; he pictures you below him on your knees, red lipstick smeared across your plump lips and his hard length. His strokes become quicker, his breathing irregular as his hips stutter erratically and he imagines filling you again and again; his release spurting in thick ropes against the shower wall at the thought of you wrapped around his cock. 

2 hours and who knows how many orgasms later, he’s still hard, his cock throbbing painfully.  

A sinful moan falls from his lips as he leans against the headboard of your bed, pumping himself closer to release, his other hand toying with his sensitive balls. 

“Isn’t that a pretty sight.” You smirk, leaning against the doorway as his eyes snap open.

He crawls towards the edge of the bed, swinging his legs over, his member on full display as your eyes take in the sight greedily. 

You saunter towards the bed, dropping your coat and revealing a low cut red dress as you stand between his thighs, inches from him. His eyes rake over you, a sound between a whimper and a growl leaves his lips. “Fuck. Need you so bad babygirl.”

Lifting his chin with a finger, you smile. “What’re you waiting for?”

He crashes his lips against yours, shredding your dress in the process before grasping your hips, pulling you tightly against him as you moan.

Grasping the back of your neck he pushes you to your knees, taking in the sight of your exposed cleavage surrounded by red lace. “Look what you did, baby doll,” he orders.

Your gaze travels lower and you suck in a breath, his size never ceasing to amaze you.

“Such a bad girl,” he tuts, gathering your hair in his metal hand. “Makin me so hard when you weren’t here to take care of me.” His Brooklyn accent thickens, his pupils blown wide with want as you whimper below him, your panties thoroughly soaked.

“Better take care of the problem you created.” His tone leaves no room for argument.

Grasping him lightly, you kitten lick his tip, moaning at the salty taste of his precum.

Taking the head into your mouth, you stroke him more firmly, cradling his balls with your free hand as he grunts above you, fisting your hair more harshly. “That’s it, sweetheart. Just like that,” he pants, his other arm braced behind him on the bed.

You squirm pathetically, loving how he uses your mouth, his hips jerking up roughly as you take all of him you can; one hand still cradling his balls as your other hand travels to your pulsing clit and soaked folds.

“There ya go darlin, touch yourself while I fuck your throat,” Bucky groans, his eyes locked on you. 

Inserting a finger into your tight channel you grind against your palm desperately. 

Tears prick your eyes as Bucky’s thrusts become erratic, his member throbbing in your mouth. “Don’t cum,” he orders as he comes down your throat, “now swallow.” 

Taking every drop, you practically sob when he pulls you to your feet, his fingers replacing yours at your entrance. “So wet for me, sweetheart.” 

Two of his digits run through your folds slowly before he brings them to his lips, sucking them clean as a moan leaves your lips, your eyes trained on his. 

“You taste amazing,” he hums while undoing your bra and hooking a thumb into the waistline of your panties, removing both.

He makes his way to the middle of the bed, laying on his back with his head at the pillows as he crooks a finger towards you.

Crawling towards him uncertainly, you suck in a breath when he gestures for you to ride his face. Straddling him, you sink down slowly, whining when his warm tongue teases your clit. 

Grasping the headboard tightly, you arch your back as Bucky delves into your folds; sucking at your clit furiously, licking long stripes from your entrance to your bud, and tongue fucking you until your breathless and dancing on the edge, only for him to deny you again and again until your a writhing mess, desperate pleas leaving your lips. 

Finally, he lets you cum; his arms wrapped firmly around your quivering thighs as you ride out your high. 

He laps at your juices like a man starved as you attempt to wriggle out of his grasp, your core becoming overstimulated. 

He releases his hold and you fall to his side trembling as you attempt to catch your breath. 

Leaning over you he taunts, "It isn't as fun when you're the one being tortured, is it?"

Receiving no answer, he asks again with a predatory growl in his throat, "Is it?"

You shake your head, unable to form coherent thoughts much less words. 

Your eyes drift closed, only to snap open again when you hear a dark chuckle. "Did you think we were finished?" He asks, rolling one of your hardened nipples between his fingertips, causing you to moan out desperately. 

"No babygirl… We've only just begun."

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Thank you so much for reading! I don't write much smut so please let me know what you think!

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[awedbynature]

A Christmas Debt

Characters: Loki x Reader

Category: Chaptered Story

Genre: Romance/ Friendship/ Love

Synopsis: The reader renders a great service to Loki unknowingly. Not used to being in anyone's debt, our favourite God of Mischief offers a strange favour in return. Will the reader trust him enough to take up the offer?

Previous Chapters: Chapter One

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A/N: Thor's story, as recounted by Loki in this chapter, is an actual tale recorded in the Norse Mythology.

Also,

There's kind of a gift hidden within the chapter. Click the coloured text below to find out!

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Chapter Two

'He did what?’

You try to shush Natasha the best you can. She is incredulous at the news. ‘Y/N, this is Loki. He has a million wiles. I don’t want you falling victim to any one of them.’

‘I know,' you sigh. ‘But it is such a tempting offer.’

Nat rolls her eyes. She has never fully trusted Loki, not even after all the missions they have served together. Loki had been vital to some of the crucial operations the Avengers have been to, and most of them have given him their grudging trust. Not her. But that’s how she is.

You take another sip of coffee. It’s almost midnight and most of the others are lounging around, stuffed with cookies and fudges and in most cases some amount of Tony's prized liquor collection. Loki is not there. Probably in his room.

Just as you're taking another sip, savouring the aroma of the richly baked beans, Wanda saunters up to the counter. She is new to all this but looks like she’s enjoying every bit of it. Wanda is closer to you in age than Pepper and Natasha. She is more like a best friend to you than a sister, unlike Nat and Pepper.

She pours herself a cup of coffee and casually throws a hand around your waist, leaning against the counter and taking in the scene before her.

‘I saw Loki go after you,' she frowns. ‘What was that about?’

At your nod, Nat tells her everything.

Her eyes widen at the mention of the offer. ‘Did he really say that?!’

You nod wearily.

Wanda puts down her cup with a decisive thump and turns to you. ‘Well, I, for one, am totally in for it!’

'Really?!’ you can see Nat rolling her eyes again.

‘Of course,' continues Wanda. ‘What’s the harm? You don’t have to worry about your siblings ribbing you at dinner anymore! Isn’t that a huge plus?’

'B-but what if they ask for details? How we met and all?’

‘Then you make up some shit. Tell them you two met on a mission, or something. It’s not like you’ve to lie to them forever. It’s just one day!’

You heave a sigh, torn between taking up and declining the offer. But the prospect of being made the butt of jokes at the dinner table holds less appeal than blatant lying on your part. In the end, Wanda wins. You give a tiny nod of acquiescence.

‘I don’t like the idea,' Nat grumbles.

Wanda huffs, rolling her eyes. ‘She’s going to be fine. Now c’mon and show me what you’re going to wear tomorrow. We need to work on that first.’

You let her drag you off to your room, all the while thinking how best to approach Loki without appearing pathetic and pitiable. It’s just for one evening, you convince yourself. After all what do you have to lose?

***

You should not have listened to Wanda. You should not have let your depressed, lonely heart dictate your decisions. With so many things happening last night, you have hardly had a moment to think if you’d be alright with this entire charade. But now, cooped up in the cab and speeding towards a possible disaster, you feel a familiar dread creeping up your limbs and settling in your stomach. All of a sudden, being the object of pity and mild ridicule seems much more bearable. You give an involuntary shiver.

‘Are you alright?’ Loki casts a concerned glance your way.

'Mmhmmm,' you choke out, hugging your arms and giving them a rub.

Loki arches an eyebrow. ‘Pardon me, Ms Y/SN, but you most definitely do not sound alright.’’

'I'm fine.’

You relapse into silence. The cab has left the city and is speeding down a suburban road now.

Your morose thoughts are suddenly interrupted by a chuckle. You turn to find Loki laughing quietly to himself. Somehow the sight of him being so relaxed and graceful irritates you.

‘Do you find this funny?’

‘No. You just suddenly reminded me of my brother,' he says, passing a hand over his face to wipe away the remnants of his grin. ‘I had that feeling of—what do you Midgardians call it—something that seems to have happened before?’

‘Deja vu?’’

'Yes. It was the only time I had seen him nervous. More nervous than a bride on her wedding day. How fitting since he was actually in a wedding dress.’

What!

He chuckles some more, as an image of his hulking brother in a short wedding dress flashes across your eyes. Despite yourself, you snort, feeling the prick of curiosity.

'Why was he dressed as a—’

‘As a bride?’ He finishes for you. ‘It’s a hilarious story.'

‘It begins with my oaf of a brother having his precious Mjollnir stolen from him. Under mysterious circumstances.’ He winks and folds his hands behind his head.

'This happened when we were barely adults but considered ourselves grown up enough to venture out in search of adventures. One day, Thor woke up and found his hammer gone. Thor being Thor, immediately suspected me. Not that I’m saying I stole it. There was not enough evidence and so he discarded the idea eventually. But his hammer was truly gone and he was feeling helpless without it. Fearing the Allfather's wrath, he came to me for a hasty and discreet solution. I used all in my power to locate the hammer. At last we received news that the king of the ogres had stolen it and was demanding Freyja's hand in marriage as ransom.’’

'Who's Freyja?’

‘She is one like us. A goddess. She was considered the most beautiful among the Aesir for her golden hair and her deportment.’ His eyes take a faraway look, perhaps remembering his childhood friend.

'Anyway. So the ogre king was demanding something absolutely impossible for us to grant, yet the stakes were too high. What do we do? We decided to take the advice of the Gatekeeper of the Realm, wise Heimdall. He thought long and hard and decided that someone should dress up as the bride and go and retrieve the hammer. But none were brave enough to volunteer. So it finally fell on Thor to be the bride. ‘But my beard, and my figure!’ he exclaimed incredulously. Nobody heard him, poor thing. They decked him up in the finest bridal clothes and jewellery and wove flowers into his hair and put a veil over his disgruntled face—beard and all. You would not have found a more reluctant bride in the nine realms, nor a more muscular one. I was to dress as his handmaid, but that was not difficult. I could easily shapeshift into a young maid.’

By now, you are wheezing, clutching at the driver’s seat to keep yourself from toppling over. Loki cocks his head, observing you with eyes dancing with mirth, a smirk playing on his lips. He is definitely enjoying telling the story as much as you are enjoying listening to it.

'What happened next?’

'The ogres were foolish enough to believe us. They led us to the wedding banquet where Thor polished off most of the food without any help. His exuberant eating did raise suspicion and quite a few eyebrows but I managed to quell them before it got out of hand.’

'When their king announced that it was time for the wedding, they brought in Mjollnir and placed it in Thor’s lap. And the rest is history. I can assure you, none of the ogres lived long enough to tell the tale.’

Both of you dissolve into hearty chuckles. Loki heaves a sigh and instantly turns serious, ‘Please don’t tell Thor I told you this story. He’ll have my head in a platter if he finds out.’ There is a twinkle in his eyes but his face has gone back to that expressionless mask that all are used to seeing.

'You have my word,’ you reply, suddenly remembering with whom you’ve been acting chummy.

The scene outside is rapidly changing. Clusters of suburban houses and complexes have given way to long stretches of greenery. Which means you’ll be arriving any moment.

With a jolt, you realise that you had completely forgotten about your anxiety and apprehension. You feel more relaxed now, more yourself. Because of Loki. He was looking out for you. He knew you were nervous and wanted to put you at ease.

For the first time, you look at Loki in a different light. He is very much the roguish, evil, beguiling demigod that once almost destroyed an entire city, but somewhere underneath all the barbs and untruths lies a heart that still cares.

'I'm not sure this is a good idea,' you finally voice your anxiety. ‘What if they find out that this is all a lie, a pretence?’

Loki lazily crosses his legs and regards you with a piercing gaze. ‘Ms Y/Sn, perhaps you’re forgetting whom you are with. I have lied our way out of far more life-threatening situations numerous times. Thor lives because of my lies. This is nothing.’

‘What if they ask how we met and our answers do not match! I’ve watched too any sitcoms to know where that’ll lead.’

‘Then tell them the truth.’

‘Of course not! How am I supposed to tell my family that I met my apparent boyfriend after he was captured and imprisoned for masterminding the destruction of a whole city! They would rather watch me die single.’

‘Fine,’ he concedes. ‘Tell them we met during an operation.’

You fiddle with the hem of your dress, not fully convinced. Wanda had insisted on your dressing elegantly, and you had ended up borrowing one of Pepper’s gowns. If anything, it only makes you more nervous. You feel like you’re dressed in borrowed feathers.

‘Don’t fret, alskling,’ he says after some time. ‘The main trick of telling a lie is confidence. People are more likely to believe a bald-faced lie over a stammering truth.’

The cab finally rolls to a stop. Heart in your throat, you look at the familiar house, the neat lawn in front now decked with Christmas decorations, the old whitewashed fence and the ancient sycamore with the tire swing still hanging. Nothing much has changed around here.

‘Allow me,' the soft, crisp words bring you back to the present. You turn to find Loki coming round to your side to hold the door open. His face has taken a softer expression, the perfect look of a man in love and happily so. Slipping in and out of façades comes to him as easily as breathing. No wonder they call him the God of Lies.

He holds out his hand, his lips drawn into a smile. ‘Come, Ms Y/Sn. Let us show them.’

Well, here goes nothing, you take a deep breath, and step out of the cab.

To be continued...

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Garrote part 3

[Starz Power Diego Jimenez X Jazmine Mann (Black!OC)]

Word Count: 2,700 words

Warning(s): Rated Mature, language, partying, mentions of sex and drugs. Previous Masterlist Next

AN: I am constantly mere clicks away from releasing everything I have at once but I know if I do I will lose momentum for the plot. 

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The week that followed was heaven and hell. Diego went back to throwing parties nightly, fucking girls coked out of his mind, and in general trying to forgot all about Healy and his pretty bait, but Tommy Eagan was threatening war over a dead partner unless Alicia met his ridiculous demands. Thanks to Tommy's new right hand man, there was an opportunity to gain instead of lose now. All they had to do was wait and see if Dre could pull through. 

There were two new numbers in Diego's phone. One unsaved that sent cryptic messages about their deal, and the other marked as an emoji rather than a name. Jazmine's texts seemed forced– like she was reaching out on behalf of Healy's instructions. So of course Diego elected to simply ignore them both. They were buzzkills anyways. 

Diego was showing something important on his phone to his sister when Jazmine sent another text. 

Remember when you scared off Haagen? I miss that every time I see him. 

On the other end of the line, Jazmine felt pathetic sending the text. Healy hadn't even asked her to write this time, she was just so… bored. She hadn't been sleeping well, pulling double shifts involuntarily since her boss found out she closed the store when her coworker didn't show up. She carried her stress in her shoulders– the tightness in her neck caused her daily migraines and there was a new pinching sensation between her shoulder blades to accompany the rest of her pain. In the shower, she massaged whatever she could reach and thought of Diego's big hands doing it for her. 

She literally shook herself to clear the thought and pelted the shower curtain with water in the process. Diego Jimenez wasn't some faux bad boy with a secret soft side– he was the leader of a cartel. If he hadn't killed people himself, he definitely had people killed for him. He was beyond dangerous to even fantasize about. 

DING-DING. 

Her phone called out to her from the bathroom counter and she realized it was past time to get out. Her fingers were pruned to the point of over-sensitivity and there was a rapidly closing window to apply the leave-in conditioner to the best of its use. Still, she wiped her hands on the towel to read the text. 

Come out and party. Wear something nice. 

Alicia boxed his ear over the last sentence but he brushed her off. Jazmine declined anyways claiming exhaustion and went to bed. There were people to socialize with already– what was the absence of one little minimum wage laborer going to do?  Apparently she was important enough to occupy a corner of Diego's head. He was still bent about the way she had reacted to his identity. Who the hell did she think she was? As they discovered in the ungodly hour after the party ended, she was also important enough to drag Healy out of whatever hole he hid in. 

"Diego, we need to talk." 

Alicia had gone home– Diego expected she would likely never attend another one of her brother's parties as it wasn't her brand of debauchery– and she'd cleared the place out in her disgust, so his penthouse was empty for once. 

"What's the matter," Diego poured himself yet another drink, "am I not being a good boyfriend?" 

"We don't care what you do when you're not operating," Healy reprimanded. "But we need you to cooperate. Be a presence in Jazmine's fake life. You've been established as a rival for her affections, and you need to become an obstacle standing between the bait and the target. Jazmine walks home from work every single morning by herself. I don't know if you noticed it's been pouring buckets for three days straight." 

Healy almost sounded like he was shaming Diego. It wasn't his fault she was poor. She wasn't his real girlfriend and therefore not his real problem. "Please don't make me regret making this deal, Diego. We will never get an opportunity to dismantle Haagen like this again. Need I remind you that you've got a missing child on your hands?" 

Diego glared fiercely over the rim of his cup. Healy smoothed his hands down the front of his shirt and returned to his neutral position as righteous commander. 

"Schedule more time to spend with Jazmine, especially in public spaces. We have it on good authority that Haagen is going to put a detail out to give him updates on Jazmine in the near future, and he needs to see you in these updates." Healy turned on his heel and reached the elevators, stopping them from closing dramatically and fixing Diego with a stare. "And no more ignoring us." 

Jazmine woke up the next morning to one new notification. 

I'm coming over. 

"Oh shit." The woman threw herself out of bed and looked around. This wasn't fair. Cleaning day was a bi monthly ritual where she took a day off to deep clean the entire apartment, blasting music and stepping around her dog to get things done. Hercules wandered into her bedroom looking chipper as ever. "I guess we better get started then, huh?" 

The fucker showed up on her doorstep not ten minutes after she got out of bed– she wasn't even dressed for the day. Her hands nervously tried to cover the broth stain on her jeans as she cleared a space for him to sit and wait while she finished her morning routine. She worried while brushing her teeth that Diego might be a psycho like her last boyfriend. Psycho enough to kick her overly friendly pet, but no sound of yelps filtered through the paper thin walls and when she finally emerged, the pit-bull was settled with her head on his lap. 

Diego turned his head at the sound of a huge sigh. Jazmine was gazing at him but quickly turned when she realized she'd been caught. She began to flit about the room, picking up lost things and piling them up until she could figure out what items went where. He watched, making absolutely no move to help other than keeping the dog out of the way. Hercules– as the tag on her collar read– laid as much in his lap as he would allow. 

"Buena perro," he muttered, and if she still had a tail, she would have wagged it. Growing bored, Diego rose and stalked over to the fridge. "Do you have anything to eat?" 

The white void in the fridge answered for her, but she still called out, "no, it's empty." 

"I'm ordering pizza." 

"What about Chinese?" 

Diego looked at the lonely, days-old Chinese boxes in the fridge and shivered. "I'm getting pizza." She didn't complain. He returned to the couch to do just that. Distractedly, he admired the curve of her spine as she bent over. She wore jeans again and another band shirt, this time it was a baggy Chicago thing. He licked his lips thinking about taking them off her. 

Healy’s meddling had repercussions– mainly that it would made taking girls home harder, or at least less frequent. Diego still felt great suspicion towards this Jazmine, but it didn’t stop his body from wanting her under him. Or over him, on him, riding him… he tried to blink the images out of his head. 

“What kind of dirt does Healy have on you?,” he found himself asking. “My sister and I have been dying to know.” 

Jazmine shrugged, keeping her back to him. “No dirt.” 

“So you’re just helping out of the goodness of your heart?” Pizza arrived in time for her not to answer, and they returned to their positions for further interrogation. “Anything to get that creep Haagen away from you for good? Or are you an agent as well?” 

“No,” she said. She slipped rubber gloves on to begin maintenance on the tower of dishes piled on the side of the sink. She seemed to live alone– there was no reason to have so many dishes. Maybe he had been wrong in his assessment from earlier? Or maybe she was just a hoarder. “To tell you the truth, I’m about as fond of Healy as I am Haagen. I take that back– Healy’s a step up but not by much.” 

“Because you don’t trust him?” 

“I don’t know…” That mountain of plates and glasses seemed to disappear quicker than he expected and she began to scrub out the sink and the cleared counters, grunting with effort as she did so. “I trust I know the kind of man Haagen is, more so than I do with Healy. Partnerships like the one I have with Healy– they’re subject to change, and not always for the better. He’ll always do what’s in his best interest. What’s good for him is good for me.” 

For Now. The implication that she may harbor the same feelings towards Diego was not lost on him. In fact, he stood up from the couch and approached the windows with their blinds down to peek out at the street. There was nothing quite so conspicuous as a black SUV with a mean mugging thug staring back at him. Even his own protection didn’t roll that sloppily. 

Jazmine objected to the windows being opened but Diego insisted. “Need our relationship on display, right? Haagen’s got to know I’m here.” 

She relented quickly and threw her gloves aside, plopping her butt on the couch to rest a moment. The leftovers in the box were room temperature but she hardly seemed to mind. God, he wanted to run his hand up her shirt just to see if she was wearing a bra. They twitched in his lap and he realized there was no way she missed the hunger in his gaze as he did. 

“Did you bring those beers,” she laughed as she noticed the case on the coffee table for the first time. “Can I have one?” 

The beer seemed to quell the tiny tremor in her fingers. She kicked her feet up on the coffee table permitting Diego to do the same. "What the hell are we even doing? Hanging out? What exactly is this accomplishing?" 

Jazmine gave it some thought as she took a pull from her drink. "Putting on a show. We need Haagen to think I'm in love with you, like you're no good but I'm not ready to let you go for something 'better.'" 

"And Haagen is something," Diego put his fingers up like claws, "better." 

"He certainly needs to think he is." She noticed Hercules whining and let her out the door unaccompanied. "We've got his 'gentleman' ego to work with." 

Diego followed her to the window and grasped her hips from behind. She half turned, gazing up at him with a question in her eyes. He leaned into her space to whisper into her ear. 

"Those eyes Healy thinks Haagen sent to watch you? Well they're watching right now, and they're not being subtle about it." 

She doesn't try to look like he expected her to. Instead, she stepped away from him and pointedly crossed her arms. "You don't look very comfortable if you're still wearing that." 

She nodded her head at his coat. 

"So take it off me." 

That startled her. Jazmine's eyebrows lifted, and her feet shuffled when he gave her nothing but a smirk in return. Finally, she did as he suggested. She did not miss the way his hands seemed to brush lightly over her rib cage. These small, fleeting touches that left her breath audible and her stomach warm. He didn't even give her a chance to put the coat on the hangar when he dragged her back against him. 

"What are you doing?" She didn't mean to sound breathless, turning her head to the side and exposing more of her neck at the behest of his pushy nose and allowing him to trail kisses on her skin. 

"Putting on a show," he said against the shell of her ear. 

He felt her stiffen a little against him. The tent on his pants was preventing a lot of important blood from entering his brain, but he was conscience enough to feel how conflicted she was. Diego slipped his hand up her shirt like he wanted, cupping her bare breast and sucking a mark into her neck. She allowed it, but it felt more like compliance than enjoyment. All at once and against the protest of his body, he let her go. He watched her shoulders relax and her hands find a home beneath her armpits. 

Jazmine nodded in answer to a question left unasked. She did grab his hand and pull him away from the window, backwards into the tiny hall separating the front room from the bedroom and bathroom. She dropped his hand as soon as they were out of sight of the window. 

"I appreciate the enthusiasm," she said. "Just hang out for twenty more minutes and you can leave. I'll text you tomorrow and we can makes plans for another 'show.' You can stay in my room while I clean the bathroom." 

Diego sat heavily on her bed. Just as he was about to get comfortable, someone knocked at the front door. Jazmine brushed invisible dirt from her knees as she got up to see who it was. He followed from a distance. The peep hole was almost out of her reach, but she stood on her toes to see outside. Suddenly, the woman looked back at him with wide eyes. It's Haagen, she mouthed. As soon as her head was turned to the task of confronting him, she missed the part where Diego began to undress. 

"Hey!" She flung the door open and yelped when Hercules barreled through her legs to get inside. "You... found my dog!" 

"Indeed," Haagen said, folding his hands over his heart. "I saw this poor creature wandering and I returned him using the address on its collar. I am astounded to learn that he belongs to you." Nice cover story. The man continued, "since you have the day off, I was wondering–" 

Haagen's wondering was cut off by the appearance of a half naked boyfriend. Diego wound his arm around Jazmine and leaned down so he could engulf her clothed nipple with his hot mouth. She gasped, pushing his head away on instinct and he pressed her into his side like a vice. 

"Come back to bed, baby," he purred, then pretended to take notice of Haagen watching in the doorway. "Oh, you're that guy, right? James, Jeff, Jebediah or whatever." 

"Jeremy," the man hissed through his teeth. "Hello Di-e-go." 

"Right right right." An embarrassed Jazmine buried her face into Diego's nude shoulder, acting unconsciously but playing into her role perfectly. "Kinda crazy how I start hearing about you and then all of a sudden you're showing up on my girl's doorstep, isn't it?" 

Haagen made a move to defend himself but Jazmine was quicker. "He found the dog, honey! Jeremy was just bringing her home, he didn't know I lived here." 

"Right," Haagen cleared this throat. 

Diego's smile bordered on a threatening mania-- there were far too many teeth displayed to suggest any sort of friendliness. "Life is so full of strange coincidences…" 

No one missed the way he squeezed Jazmine harder. It sent a message to be sure. Vague enough for Haagen to infer whatever he deemed necessary to the story in his head. It was quite brilliant actually. 

"Well I ought to," Haagen swallowed, "leave you to it then. I'll see you around the shop, then?" 

"Bye–" she barely managed to say before Diego dragged her into the apartment and slammed the door shut. He kept dragging her all the way back to her bedroom, and all the while she protested being treated like a misbehaving child. It wasn't until he'd slammed the door and collected his shirt from the floor that she realized what exactly had transpired. 

"Oh." She brushed the frizzing curls invading her eyes, "oh that was perfect. Healy was right to pick you." 

Diego rolled his shoulders once his shirt was tucked back into place. "Come over tonight. I'll text you my address and we can capitalize on this. Wear something nice." 

She was about to protest his leaving but realized it wouldn't matter. If Haagen expected a fight from the noises he'd heard, he would probably just assume it had ended quickly if he saw Diego storm out alone. He crafted his own version of events. She let the pieces fall where they lie and made arrangements to meet Diego tonight.