#and im in thick ish tights…..

[strangeknight]

bringing nothing but my scarf to keep me warm at an open air event in the city and im still worried it’s too much

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HEAR ME OUTTTTTT

......... Masochistic Delinquent Yan

i hear u loud n clear….. yan masochistic delinquent x himbo-ish reader. i enjoy this. might fuck around and make more and whatnot. delinquent bully yans have my heart fr.....

imagine him literally just fucking with you constantly just to get a reaction to put ur hands on him,, however, you provide none. you think it's just guys being guys and messing around, bullying one another! smacking each others’ bare asses with towels in the locker room, along with a little shit-talking type deal.. casually throwing insults at him, ruffling your hair dry - facing away from you with crossed arms - dick hard as he tries to form a coherent insultㅡ

before you slap his arm a little too hard on accident, playfully hitting him after throwing out an insult about his physique.. “don't fucking touch me, man..” he'd look at you as if you were stupid, even if you were just a little bit, yeah, it still hurts,,, fuck he didnt msan literally!! don't look at him with that sad puppy dog look!!! you can touch him, he promises!!!! but alas, he has to keep up his cruel and enigmatic nature with other people around… he can't beg you on his knees that yes please hit him, please continue playfully insulting him in that dark toneㅡ

delinquent often daydreaming while staring at you. very obvious. pressing on the accidental bruises you'd leave on his arms while he jerks off,,, thinking about his hair being pulled by your strong hands, muttering insults in his ear that would make him writhe tearfully and cum spurt from his tip,,,, being in a chokehold by ur thick arms while being fucked from behind against a hallway of the campus or in the very back of a library, classroom.. in a dark corner where no one can exactly see nor make out that he's riding you while you pinch his nipples under his shirt while biting at his neck harshly - reprimanding him about being quiet and that he's a fucking pussy and not at all a badass that he thinks he is - an exhibitionist of sorts.. ultimately going through all of your physical features, trying to rile you up,,, that gets him no where. you were confident in yourself. tch… your friends maybe? you seem the chivalrous type? no, nothing.. they're all idiots who can hold their own.

then he finally makes it to your car. your prized possession, with your own money. that is your baby. he scratches it up with his loser little switchblade, something small but still noticeable to the owner rather than a mere passerby.. he was leaning against it all coolly, waiting for you while popping the blade in and out of place - that, is when you lose your mind,, realistically, it'll buff right out, but still! that's your car! literally, just what is this guy's deal???! you think it's a little too far, but you leave him bloodied and battered, heaving over him; eyes glazing over the bulge in his admittedly tight black jeans. “jeez bro, i'm so sorry,,, ur gonna be okay, alright??? im so sorry,,” you'd meekly squeak, repeating almost tearful apologies, losing urself in ur rather gentle rage. your hands roaming over his face and fingertips shakily grazing his bloodied nose,,, before telling him you'll help him out, dragging him into the passenger seat of your car;; offering him a ride home or maybe to simply fix him up.. he lets you - offering no words of disagreement nor displeasure, obviously,, i mean who else is gonna take care of his fucking boner??? you gave it to him, you have to make it go away, no?? Tis only fair..

[thecosmosdefys]

Nightmares With Simon

Pairings: Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley X Gn ! Reader

Warnings: Nightmares, Violence, Cussing, Major Character Death (In the nightmare), Blood, Gore(ish), Puke Mentions, Panic Attack

Synopsis: You have a nightmare about Simon dying in front of you and he wakes you up and comforts you

After about an hour of sitting absolutely still you ended up falling asleep in Simon's arms.. Or so you thought. You were awoken in a different room, and Simon was gone. Almost instantly you threw your hands over your ears as the loud noises of gunshots rang through the small place. In a panic you flew up and all you could think about was to find Simon and escape. As soon as you left the room you saw so much chaos… yet no one reacted to you. Almost as if you weren’t there. Everything seemed to go in slow motion for a bit and it didn’t hit you that you were a part of a dream, nor that you couldn’t be seen or heard. You jumped from one room to the next desperately trying to find Simon but with no luck. Memory of how you got here seemed to have completely been lost to you. You had no idea where you were, where Simon was, or how the fuck you even got here to begin with. Nothing made sense.

All of the sudden as you were hiding in a room you saw what seemed to be a flash of your Husband’s mask. “Simon!! I'm right here!! Simon!!” You screamed until your vocal chords felt like they were going to snap. He… ignored you. Your chest burned and you dashed out of the room like a mad man only to watch in slow motion as several bullets made contact with his body. You screamed his name out and right as the blood and flesh splattered on your body.. You felt a cold splash.

With a scream you flew up out of bed almost knocking a very terrified looking Simon down with you. His hands gripped your shoulders firmly and he was trying to speak to you but all of his words seemed to come out like a blur, you couldn’t hear him. You felt your stomach begin to gurgle and the remains of your dinner began to come up. You threw him off you and ran to the bathroom barely making it in time to vomit into the toilet bowl. Your hearing was ringing, the lights hurt, your stomach hurt, everything hurt.

You nearly jumped out of your skin whenever Simon came up behind you and held your hair back for you. In between vomiting you were full blown sobbing your shoulders shaking violently. Simon seemed to try his best to console you but for the better part of the next thirty minutes you were completely inconsolable. At some point after wiping the vomit off your mouth and spitting the remains into the toilet bowl, you had turned around and were clutching onto a now on the floor Simon as if he was your life line.

Tears fell freely from your eyes as you gripped onto his shirt, shaking violently. Soft little shh's and it’s alright left his mouth as he rubbed your back in a circular soothing pattern. “You… You died” you had managed to borderline mumble out between sobs. Simon did his best to continue to soothe you until you could manage to tell him what happened. He held you tight as the description of your dream tumbled out of your mouth. “It’s alright luv’... I’m alive.. Im right here… Were both right here…” He whispered as he pushed your hair out of your face, still holding onto you tight.

After about thirty more minutes he managed to get your sobbing down to just the tremble of your lip, he slowly picked you up after flushing the toilet and then pulled you into bed. He wrapped a big thick warm blanket around the both of you and pulled you tight to his body as he whispered sweet nothings into your ear and attempted his best to ground you. “I would never leave you like that luv. If you ever screamed my name I'd be right there in an instant, and most importantly I would never put you in harm's way.” He whispered into your ear as he continued to rub your back in the same motion as before.

Slowly enough your breathing managed to slow, the tears beginning to dry up, and the tremble of your lip ceased. He watched as your eyes fluttered shut and you finally managed to succumb to sleep once again. He sighed and then kissed your forehead before saying, “ I love you.. It was all just a dream.. Don’t worry..” After that he slipped off to sleep himself.

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<Scaramouche x Reader>

<Aether x Reader>

-Angst ~ No comfort

Summary: All it took was a single follower to ruin your relationship with him

Gender: Female

Warnings: Murder, violence, attempted murder, replaced, stalking, obsession, yandere-ish reader, attepted suicide, bad writing skills [Thats all i think]

A/n: I hope you enjoy~!

(Feel free to correct my grammar!)

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You've been with Scara through thick and thin. You were always there for him, comforting him, supporting him, listening to him, helping him, killed innocents for him, anything you could think of, you did it all for him.

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"Why are you doing this!?"

"Because I love him."

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After hours of listening to screams and begs, you finally heard silence.

Here you are again tonight, killing another innocent family just because Scara wants you too even if you didn't want to, you did. Because you would do everything and anything for him.

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"You're home" you heard someone say. You looked at the couch of your house to see him.

"Did you kill them all?"Scara said looking at you.

"Yes"

"Good"

"Have you eaten yet?"

"Ya"

"Without me again?" You said while sitting down beside him, slightly frowning.

He just looked at you with a blank face and leaned on your shoulder.

"Oh! Scara i havent washed up yet! The blood would stain your clothes" you said, trying to gently push the man off you

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He then grabbed your hand and said "I dont care, stay here" he glared.

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It was nice being with him afterall he was your only someone and you're his only someone. You're not really good at socializing that much and besides you're to busy worshipping Scara to even make friends.

You were kind of glad that Scara...yk only comes to..you? And aslong as he comes home to you, you're happy.

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But one day, all of that suddenly changed, when Scara found out about a little follower of his.

You were sad

You were angry

You were happy...?

..You said to yourself that aslong as his happy, you're happy!.....

'but.. why do I feel this way..? Why do i feel like i lost a part of me..?' You thought to yourself.

You looked at the dinner table and saw the dinner you made him untouched.

Each day, Scara's time at home lessen. He spends less time with you and only comes home once in a while.

And everytime he came home, he always talks about that follower.

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You spend the whole night at the bathroom thinking about that follower . Feeling jealous because you spent half of your life with him!? And then when a little follower of his pop up, you were suddenly a nobody! You were suddenly replaced because someone new showed up!

"Why her!?"

You hate it so much you cant even scream, you just cried your heart out until you cant no more.

And everytime he talks about her, he always refers to her as his ' first follower' like bich ass what am i?! A roach!?

You spent half of your life with him just not to deserve to be called his follower!??

You cried, you cursed, you pulled, you scratch, you scream, you did everything to express your anger.

And when you found out that Your beloved Scara watches her sleep!? You freaked out!?!!(not infront of him)

You litterly worshipped him!? Why dosent he watch you sleep!? Like wth

"This is so unfair!" I silently screamed.

You're a bit mad that Scara refers to her as his first because he unsurprisingly gets pleasure from seeing your jealous/mad face.

And after you calmed down a bit you swore you're going to get rid af her.

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After days, you finally found out where she lives and where her usual spots are.

When Scara has to go away for some things you took this chance to try and assassinate her.

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You were about to slit her throat when a hand suddenly grabbed your wrist to a tight hold.

You looked up and you saw him..the same man you fell inlove with...

"WTF ARE YOU DOING!?"

"I- ..I-"

After all what he did to you, he never failed to still make you shy..

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"IM SORRY! PLEASE FORGIVE ME! I WILL NEVER DO IT AGAIN!" You begged. Bowing so low you touched the ground below.

"Did i tell you to speak?"

You shaked your head, not daring to look at him.

You probably had the worst night after that.

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Here you are laying at your bed looking so lifeless.

'What are you gon do now?

Your only purpose in life, left you for another..

'Why her?' You thought, recalling all your memories of him.

You were sad

You were heart broken

"Why am i like this!? Were not even together! We were nothing to begin with!"

'But i cant help it....'

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You were walking around the village. Every one giving you wierd looks because you look like a zombie! You litterly tried to starve yourself to death but thought that your life aint dedicated to him so why are you doing this to yourself?

You were walking mindlessly when someone suddenly grabbed your shoulder, you turn around and saw a young man with blonde hair and on his side you saw a ..fairy?

"Hello miss, is everything alright?"

"Ye? Why did you ask ...and base on your clothing it seems like you are not from here.." You looked at him up and down.

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After that faithful encounter, you two have gotten close, he visits your home everyday together with the littel fairy called Paimon, and you seem to have gotten better, to the point you start to forget him.

"Hey y/n!" Someone yelled as i turned around to look who it was.

"Oh hey Aether, do you need anything?" I smiled at him.

You admired his face, you grew fond of him and even developed a little crush but got pulled away from your little world when he asked you something.

"I wanted to ask you if you want to join my adventures!" He excitedly asked.

"Of course i would love to!" I chimed in excitement.

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Months past..

You confessed to Aether about your feelings and he shyly accepted, it was such a cute sight that you just want to bite him smh.

Paimon annoying you both by teasing.

You were so in love that you completely forgot on who your first love even was.

And you three lived happily ever after~

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Speaking of first love, what about him? Did he find his happily ever after or did he became a withered rose..

Scara's pov:

After that night, i slowly started to miss her..

Her sweet smile

Her sweet cuddles

Her sweet voice

Her sweet everything

I missed the time when i come home and shes there waiting for me with that lovesick smile, but now when i come home..its-..its just lifeless like me.(lol get it? Cuz hes a puppet and ye-😂😂.......🙂ye you probably didn't laugh..)

And what happened to my first follower?

Ye she moved on and forgot about me..

Cant believe i just lost another when im at my worst.

I thought about all the times i spent with her as i slowly watched her walk down the aisle to her future husband, whos slowly crying.

I settled on just watching her and protecting her from afar since Y/n seems to be enjoying her life more with another than with me..

It hurts but atleast shes happy

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In the end, im just nothing but a lost soul.

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And he live not so happily ever after~!

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Thank you for reading this story!

The story might have changed a bit since ive been putting it off for a while😓

-January 22 2023

Happy Chinese New year 🥰

[megalony]

We're Occupied

This is a new Jonah Hauer-King imagine, requested by the lovely @daydreamerwithnohobbies I hope this is okay for you. Thank you for everyone with the kind messages, I'm thrilled so many of you are enjoying my Jonah stories. Any requests are great to keep me inspired.

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Summary: (Y/n) never thought a new dress would rile up the jealous side in Jonah. But it does. And the party suddenly gets very interesting.

Enjoy.

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For a few seconds, maybe minutes, (Y/n) leaned in the doorway to the bathroom that was only partially open, allowing her half a glance at her partner hidden away inside.

Even a partial sideways glimpse of him told (Y/n) all she needed to know; he looked good.

The black button up shirt he was wearing was a little too small for him now but he somehow made a tight fit look stylish, desirable even. especially with the first three buttons undone to allow his arms to actually move. (Y/n) thought he would have matched the shirt with a pair of high-waisted trousers, give off the smart but sexy vibe since they were going out to a party. Instead, he'd decided on an old black pair of jeans that were frayed completely around the ankles and almost bare at the knees. They made him look even better.

The cherry on top of the cake was the leather jacket though, that he was currently slipping over his arms. (Y/n) hadn't seen him wear it very often and he was the type of person to get very flustered and hot very easily so he didn't wear jackets. He had them hooked over one shoulder so if (Y/n) got cold, she had something to wear to keep warm.

Looking at him right now, (Y/n) almost felt like drooling. The last bit of effort was pushing his shortened curls further back on his head and he was ready to dazzle.

A whisp of hair in the mirror caught Jonah's attention but when he spun round towards the doorway, the flash disappeared around the corner.

With a crinkling smile that revealed his hidden dimples, he stuffed his hands deep into his pockets and left the bathroom, slowly walking back to the bedroom where he knew (Y/n) had scampered back off to. Jonah thought it was cute when she watched him get ready, it was like a calming mechanism or a fascination to her and it always made his heart jump.

"That's new… you sure you're going with that one?" Jonah's voice was careful, no hint of condescending but there was something traced in his voice that made (Y/n) shiver when she turned round.

Feral.

Rabid, dark eyes.

Clenched fists to remain in control.

This reaction was miles better than (Y/n) had hoped for, it was unexpected but very much welcomed.

She'd never worn this dress before and if she was being honest, she wasn't sure about wearing it tonight, but Jonah's reaction boosted her confidence enough to make her smile brightly at him.

It had thin spaghetti straps over her shoulders, connecting down to a very low cut, V-neck dress that just about covered her cleaveage enough to not be classed as exposing. It was covered in silver sequins that glistened in the light and looked like a heart shape covering her chest but it was so low that (Y/n) couldn't wear a bra, not even a strapless one because it would show up. The back of the dress was a lot lower than her shoulders, it started halfway down her back so a bra was definitely out of the question.

There was a thick black ribbon around the waist, tied in an elegant bow at the back and then the lower part of the dress was a few, very thin laced material layers bunched together that twirled outwards when she spun round. It didn't even touch her knees, it stopped halfway down her thighs.

The dress, all in all, wasn't exactly revealing, but it wasn't concealing either. The perfect combination to make Jonah drool and other people stare without being given too much to look at.

(Y/n) had curled her hair and pinned half of it back with a bow clip to match the bow around her waist. She thought she looked lovely and by the look in her boyfriend's eyes, he thought the same.

Jonah subconsciously licked his lips when (Y/n) smiled at him in a way that made his knees go weak.

Her pretty, crimson painted lips looked so devilish and edible and inviting and it was giving him a problem. A big problem.

Something akin to a growl left his lips at the sight of that smile. She smiled in such a sickly sweet way, as if she had no idea what he meant or what kind of reaction she was getting from him. She looked so innocent, stood there in front of him, in front of the mirror, too pure and innocent to understand just what she was doing to him and what she would do to everyone else when they arrived at the party.

But in truth it was the exact opposite, she knew what was going to happen, it was crystal clear and written in stone how this night was going to play out.

Jonah didn't say that he didn't like the dress, he couldn't say he didn't like the dress, which was entirely the point. The loved it on her frame in a way that was enchanting to him but Jonah didn't want anyone else to fall under the spell (Y/n) was casting on him. It was too tempting; she was too tempting to him in that dress.

"I thought you'd like it. We should go or we'll end up being late."

(Y/n) took a lasting look in the mirror but she could still see Jonah in the corner of the mirror, drinking in her image like he'd been dehydrated all his life. She hadn't bothered with much make up, she never really did and the dress was enough all on its own.

She approached Jonah with an added air of caution. It had taken them both long enough to get ready and they didn't have much time to get to the party before people would notice they weren't there. If she flaunted herself too much or said the wrong thing, they wouldn't be leaving the bedroom at all tonight.

She tried to keep a thin wall of space between them but when Jonah's hands easily found her hips, he reeled her in like a fish on a hook and he didn't even have to try. Her hands found his chest that was becoming strained against his already too small shirt that was ready to pop. His breaths were slow, calculated, deep. Cunning.

"I think it's my new favourite, but I'm not sharing with anyone else." There was a daring glimmer in Jonah's eyes that demanded control of a situation he had no grasp on.

He loved every aspect of (Y/n), every scar on her body, every hair on her head and every laugh held within her chest. But he wasn't so good when others started to notice her too. If she gained such a reaction out of him, what would it do to anyone else who saw her tonight? Jonah didn't want to think what would go through their heads once they saw (Y/n) and he didn't want anyone to think the kind of things he did when he looked at her.

He could already feel the little demon sitting on his shoulder, spilling words and taunts into his ear like poison dripping through to his brain.

It was so tempting to pick her up and throw her down on the bed and announce that they weren't going anywhere tonight. Jonah could have hours of fun right here, right now by ripping that dress to the floor and replacing it with the bedsheets.

They didn't have to go out.

“Who says you have to share?” Her voice came out small and sweet. It almost felt like a game.

(Y/n) knew the limits, she knew how far she could taunt, tease and push Jonah until he walked over the edge and everything changed. She knew how to rile him up without trying and it was already starting.

There was a jealous streak woven into Jonah's DNA. He would never admit it was there, he would never let it show around or in front of anyone else, but (Y/n) knew it was there and she knew when it showed in his words and his actions. It wasn't a dark or tormenting trait but it was a powering trait that boarded on sexy when he got riled.

Daring to lift up onto her tiptoes just a little, (Y/n) let her lips hover barely an inch away from his neck right over his throbbing pulse that was beating so fast, so hard just to try and catch her lips. She barely managed to press an open, wet kiss on his skin beneath his ear before a hand suddenly grasped her chin. Fingers pressed firmly into her skin and her head was tilted up to meet his hardening gaze that cut straight down to her stomach.

"I mean it, I don't share. And we could just stay here," His lips grazed the edge of her ear and sent lightning striking down to her knees. "The bed is right there,"

(Y/n) turned her head to the right until their eyes met, not realising she was biting down on her lip until Jonah's thumb hooked over her lower lip and pulled it free. His offer was tempting, it took every ounce of strength she held deep inside of her not to give in and let him back her up on the bed and pin her own for the rest of the night.

A small kiss to his lips only made him growl and (Y/n) realised she was starting to wind him up than calm him down; it wouldn't be a good idea to play this close with fire.

"Come on, don't want to be late, do we?"

This was going to be a long and interesting night.

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His grip on his glass was tight, so tight in fact that just a little more pressure would have his fingers splintering through the glass and spread shards along with his cocktail all over the floor.

Jonah couldn't keep track nor concentration on the conversation flowing through the room when (Y/n) was stood so close to him like this. She was stood by his side, her hip pushing into his leg where he was sat on the bar stool in the crowded kitchen. If he really wanted to, he could pull her over and perch her on his lap. But he didn't. He couldn't handle any more proximity when they were in public because he wouldn't be able to control himself.

He didn't know who was talking anymore or what they were talking about, the voices were just background static blending in with the music that was pounding through his head.

He wanted to go home.

They had been here nearly two hours already and it was two hours too long.

Never before had a dress had such an effect on him like this one and he didn't like it, not one bit. That dress needed to be on the bedroom floor and they needed to be at home, away from people that were turning his brain to mush and the alcohol that was making him buzz to the point he could barely sit still anymore.

When (Y/n) looped her arm around the back of his neck and shoulders, it brought Jonah out of the trance he had fallen into and a smile flooded his face when he looked over at her. She wasn't really listening either, he could see it in her eyes, this conversation was boring her as well.

Switching his glass to his other hand, Jonah swooped his right arm around her and pulled her closer until she was leaning on his chest to steady herself and stay upright. He could see the sparkle twinkling in her eyes when his fingertips smoothed over the back of her thigh like he was writing a secret message to her that no one else could see.

He let his fingers stay there for a while, staying light as a feather over her skin, not applying any pressure at all so the touch was soothing and comforting. He waited until her attention tried to go back to the conversation to move his fingers under the hem of her dress and hold the top of her thigh, just below her underwear.

That got her attention.

The pads of his fingers pressed firmer into her soft flesh, squeezing and occasionally pinching to gain the right reaction. A hitched breath, a tightening hand on his shoulder, her lips pressing into his hair so she didn't make a sound anyone else would hear.

Even when (Y/n) moved to stand between his legs, his hand stayed where it was, even wandering beneath her underwear when he got a surge of adrenaline from her smile.

Both (Y/n)'s arms looped around the back of his neck loosely and she watched his neck muscles tense when she scratched at the small hairs in the middle of his neck. It made him pinch her bum in response but he didn't say a word, just kept his lips pressed together and narrow eyes that watched her closely.

Her chest pressed up against his and she leaned her weight onto him, letting him hold her up and keep her steady. Even sitting down on a bar stool like this, Jonah still looked tall, (Y/n) was barely higher than him standing between his legs like this. But she took the opportunity to kiss his temple, gasping when her nose buried in his hair when he dipped his head down suddenly. His lips latched onto her skin between the low V neckline of her dress and she knew she could feel his teeth nipping at her skin.

Two could play Jonah's game.

He pulled up for air as if he'd been submerged deep below the ocean but the dazed look in his eyes and the goofy smile on his face made (Y/n)'s knees go weak. It was a look that could get him anything he wanted and he knew it.

"Are you ready to go home?" His words were quiet, (Y/n) had to read his lips to understand what he was asking her and with her hooded lashes, gentle curved smile and breathless chest, she almost agreed. Almost.

Jonah leaned back a little further, tempting fate when (Y/n) leaned too because if he went back any further and lost control, they would both topple to the floor. He straightened his chest and tensed his back to keep them both at a slanted but upright position while he waited for the answer he was hoping would be a yes. In fact, he was certain it would be a yes when he felt her hand move from his neck to rest on his thigh and her nails scratched into his jeans like she wanted to rip them off then and there.

(Y/n) watched him raise his glass to his grinning lips, she saw his teeth graze the rim of the glass like he was about to bite it as he took a large gulp of whatever cocktail he had been given.

Then she moved her hand up to his crotch.

It was unexpected.

With her body leaned into his and one arm around his neck, no one could see the subtle movement that gave Jonah an electric shock. The martini trickled down his lips towards his chin and made him swallow prematurely until he was spluttering into his empty glass that had tipped down his shirt, trying to hide his coughing.

"Just a little longer baby."

As soon as he stopped coughing, he felt a butterfly kiss dropping to his lips before all the touch was gone completely and he was sat watching in awe and anger as (Y/n) turned away. Her hips swayed as she glided from the kitchen, curls bouncing over her shoulders.

She left him. She left him sat there, flustered, his shirt drenched in alcohol, his chest heaving from coughing and a rush of blood and a problem in his crotch.

That wasn't fair.

After two more drinks that managed to get into his system rather than down his shirt, Jonah had had enough of this party.

His eyes had been locked on (Y/n) all night, even after she caused problems and left him hanging on by a single thread about to snap. So when she excused herself from a group near the back doors and made her way towards the hallway, he figured she was going up to the bathroom.

He downed the remnants of whiskey in his glass, ran a hand over his face to shake off the disgruntled feeling and headed towards the stairs. Two could play this game and he was going to make damn sure he won.

There were three people waiting in the hallway outside the bathroom when he reached the top of the stairs which told Jonah (Y/n) was already in the bathroom. An air of confidence surrounded him when he leaned up against the wall beside the bathroom door. He had one foot pressed up against the wall and both arms crossed over his chest with his head tilted back like he was staring up at the ceiling, waiting to see the stars.

Shaking her hands to rid the excess droplets of water, (Y/n) rubbed her hands over her arms quickly before she opened the bathroom door.

Not a moment sooner, before she managed to take one step out of the room, a hand dug into the door like claws scratching into the wood for leverage. Fear rippled down (Y/n)'s spine until a familiar flop of hair came into view and those dark eyes she had been staring into all night appeared before her.

"Hey mate! There's a queue here."

With one hand on the door and the other suddenly on (Y/n)'s hip, she realised Jonah meant business and she wouldn't be leaving the bathroom just yet. The poor man seemingly desperate for relief was going to have to look elsewhere as Jonah stepped into the room, blocking (Y/n)'s view out and anyone's creeping view of her.

"And we're occupied." That was the only explination Jonah was willing to give before he shoved the door closed and fumbled around behind him to find the lock so he didn't have to tear his gaze away from (Y/n).

(Y/n) didn't know what to do with herself now.

She had suceeded in what she wanted to do tonight; she had wound Jonah up well and truly past the point of no return. Something she had never done before and never thought about until recently.

Her hands rubbed over her exposed thighs to dismiss the excess energy rippling through her blood and give her something to do while she waited. She wasn't sure what she was waiting for or what Jonah was waiting for but she wanted him to make the first move, whatever that may be. He had pushed in here for a reason but now they were alone, enclosed in a cramped space together, all he did was stare at her.

His eyes bore into hers, searching for something in the darkness of her pupils while one corner of his lip twitched, desperate to curve into a smile but his face wouldn't allow it. Not yet.

"Do you like winding me up?"

Finally, he spoke. His question was off putting because he spoke so calmly as if he was asking her for a cigarette or for her favourite movie. It contrasted greatly to the fire burning in his eyes.

He reached out carefully, calculated, to brush a curl away from her cheek and back behind her ear where it had been earlier. As he did so, the tip of his fingers grazed over her neck before his hand moved round to cup the back of her neck. His hold wasn't tight or dangerous or threatening but it was empowering and bold. The smooth pad of his thumb grazed down the middle of her throat, rubbing against the lump that was forming as she debated how to answer when he was touching her like this.

“I don’t know what you mean.”

The response angered him, she could tell. It infuriated him because she sounded so sincere as if she truly didn’t understand why he was so het up. Confusion feigned on her features as her doe eyes stared up into his own.

“Don’t play with me sweetheart. I asked you a question.”

His words were having a bad effect, but his hands were having an even worse effect. (Y/n) could feel his fingers digging sensationally into the back of her neck while his free hand was delicate and light as he toyed with the strap of her dress. He hooked a finger under the thin strap and with a simple flick of his wrist, the strap fell down her arm and loosened the shape and protection of her dress across her cleavage.

“Yes.”

“Thought so.” He seemed to be talking to himself more than responding to her.

Jonah's eyes weren't boring into her own anymore, he was concentrating on her dress that was slowly sliding down and watching how (Y/n) shifted her weight from one foot to the other in anticipation.

"You know, this would look a lot better on the floor."

A shiver bolted down (Y/n)'s spine and shot down to the tips of her fingers when it registered what he'd said. Was he being serious? There was a queue for the bathroom and if people couldn't get in, they were going to go and complain until someone was banging on the door demanding for them to finish up and get out. They'd get caught, people would find out. People would wonder where they had slipped off to and they couldn't go to another party without people watching them closely, wondering if they were going to find a room to cop off in.

The thought was exhilarating and it seemed to send Jonah into a thrill. They had never done this before, he had never suggested something like this before.

Before he had the chance to mess with her other strap and completely strip her then and there, (Y/n) trailed her fingers down his chest that was sticky and glued to his shirt from the spilled drink. She didn't have to look down to be able to pop all the buttons on his shirt and push it off his shoulders until it was clinging onto his arms by the elbows.

It freed up a lot of skin, a lot of grounds for (Y/n) to cover and as soon as her lips connected to his collar bone, she felt his breathing change. She parted her lips and grazed her teeth against his skin, making a marked trail over the top of his chest and up the side of his neck, sucking a bruise as she went along.

The touch caused him to react, his fingers suddenly dug into her neck and his other hand left her dress to squeeze her hip bruisingly when he felt her biting down on his jaw.

"Oh, I don't think so."

(Y/n) gasped when he pounced.

In less than a second he'd pushed her back into the sink that dug into her lower back just above her hips, but not for long. Both Jonah's hands moved to her thighs and in a swift movement he lifted her up and sat her down on the edge of the sink, stealing her breath away as he did so.

She didn't make a fuss when his hands curled around her knees and slowly parted them so he could fit between her legs and press up against her.

"You made me spill my drink and gave me a bit of a problem out there. I'm not letting you get away with that."

"Never dreamed you would."

(Y/n) hooked her hand around his neck and pulled him close enough so she could reach out and take his lower lip between her teeth. A small tug had him groaning but sucking on his lip had him growling like a beast about to snap.

In retaliation, Jonah grabbed both straps of her dress and wrenched them down to her hips in a flash, exposing her chest to the cold air and his darkening eyes. His brows raised at her gasp and his grin- somewhat morphed by (Y/n)'s teeth- turned crooked and devouring as he punctured his fingers into her hips.

"You know there's a queue outside?" Word were mumbled between kisses, desperate wet lips parting and touching again, devouring and consuming with eagerness that radiated around the room.

His temple pressed down against hers but he couldn't help himself from laughing. (Y/n) was so nervous about people finding out or banging on the door an interrupting them, but it didn't stop her hands from finding the buckle of his belt and undoing it.

"Relax, we've got time."

"But-"

"Shh. You're mine now."

[sydneyadamuhusband]

SYDRICHIE FANFIC (cause im not good at titles, people) part one

note: never worked in a restaurant, I barely even know what I am saying with the slang being tossed around. Let's hope it makes sense.

words: 5k (ish)

rating: gen.

warnings: light mentions of anxiety. (And possible misspellings, im sorry in advanced)

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It was peak hour and the tickets were coming in hot and fast. Richie was out on the floor, serving food to guests and buttering them up while Sydney was yelling out the rapid orders and taking them down. 

They were packed tonight and people’s orders were shooting out the ticket machine faster than Sydney could see. 

Clashing sounds of dishes, silverware and cups were all around. Clouds of steam and smoke were in the air followed by sizzling. Plates and plates were being dished out and walked in what felt like milliseconds to Sydney.

Unlike the first night, Sydney was prepared. Her braids were held back into a tight bun and draped over with a sharp white bandana wrapped tight around her head, her eyes darted with each order with proficiency, and her hands were quick to scratch out orders.

She was getting in a zone, a fast and stressful zone and it felt freeing. The zone wasn’t safe nor a fun, not even close. But somehow that made it more exhilarating.

She had control over the life of chaos and it was powerful. Being able to handle it and go with the flow in a world that felt like it had none, now that was a feeling like no other

Everything was under control and even if it wasn’t; Richie, Tina, Marcus, Sweeps and Sugar got her. Hell, even Fak got her. They have each other, they hired an excellent group. Everything was under her control. 

Well almost everything.

“That’s not cooked all the way you are supposed to steam. them.” It was Carmy’s voice Sydney heard. Unfortunately she wasn’t surprised. 

He was in tonight, disheveled and tired practically screaming down the ear of an employee, Jacob.  

“Do you know how to steam vegetables chef!?” Carmy is practically on the guy's ear.

The vegetables are burnt with a tangy smell in the air floating all over the kitchen, Sydney’s nose wrinkles. The station’s stove is too hot obviously with the burst of more and more smoke coming out of the pot’s rim. But Sydney can’t focus on that right now.

“Fire two by two t-bones!” The chefs respond to Sydney quickly. “Thank you chefs!’

Jacob is shaking like a leaf, his blond hair starting to fall out of place as he quickly restarts his process of cooking. His hand’s trembles as he cuts. Carmy is still there though. He hovers over him with cold blue eyes, practically trying to pierce into him with his glare.

Sydney looks down, “Fire bucatini two by two. T-bone to table 15 please!” The chefs responded.

 As long as they can get through it without paying too much attention to Carmy, they’ll be good. His yelling got louder though. Sydney can see the poor chef shrink under Carmy. 

Carmy kept asking rapid questions leaving strays of spit and vicious anger flying everywhere. His face was getting hotter by the second. At this point, it looked like his goal was to keep yelling until his face turned blue.

Sydney tries to interfere. “Chef!-”

“Not now, Chef” Carmy replies smoothly to Sydney before she’s able to finish. He keeps his eyes on his target the whole time. “Answer the question, Chef.” 

“Yes chef, I know how to make veg...vegetables, chef…” The man whimpers quietly.

 Oh boy. 

The air is thick in the kitchen next to it’s usual smokey delicious air from the various foods they cooked. 

His hands were shaky and he was practically vibrating with the vibrato of Carmy’s voice. He was starting to get too loud. The other chefs were staring, distracted by their works which Sydney had to remind and repeat commands to them to get the orders across correctly.

Carmy kept pestering the chef to go faster and faster, cook better. Holy shit he was so red. Sydney looks back down, four more orders past her, fuck.

“We gotta go move faster chefs, fire two fishes, four by four copenhagen, one focaccia to table 11 please, walk bucatini, cannolis two by two!” 

“You’re falling behind!” Carmy’s voice comes into view at the wrong time. Even though it wasn’t directed at her, Sydney still flinches with a pang of aching in her stomach.

They really were starting to fall behind right now.

“Fire two t-bones?” One of the chefs asked.

“Sorry, chef.” The man says, “I can’t focus with you this close-” Sydney can’t focus on that right now. She’ll deal with Carmy later. The five more tickets fire.

Sydney looks back at the chef who asked and shakes her head vehemently.

“No-” She glances at the clock, 5 more minutes. “Fire two fishes, four by four copenhagen,” She scratches out the various food items on the list below her.

So many fucking papers everywhere and the tickets won’t stop… 

“One. Focaccia. To. table. 11. Please, walk the bucatini. And Marcus,” he raises his head up, “Cannolis two by two.” 

Marcus nods, “Yes chef.” 

He got her. The chefs are cooking, they got her. It’s fine they got this.

“Fire three t-bones and a welcome broth for table 12 and 8!” A rough jagged sigh drags from Sydney, “two by two focaccia.” And she keeps continuing the list.

“Four by four…” Deal with Carmy later,

“Two by two…” 4 1⁄2 minutes.. 

“Another four by four…” Why is Carmy so fucking loud?

“..to table 14 please!” Why is the ticket machine so loud??

“...hands for cannolis please, thank you chef!” Why is Sydney’s brain so fucking loud???

The kitchen’s door opens, it’s Richie.

He has a brisk pace, strolling in smoothly and so casually. He’s calm, level headed and relaxed. Sydney needs whatever fuck he’s on make him so easy going and clear headed in times like these.

He’s fixing his suit, pressing any creases and folds out with rough palms. He’s watching them, encouraging them yet pestering them to quiet and settle down so softly and nicely. 

Good god it’s so uncanny of him. No more sweats, no more overpowering pine tree cologne, no more yelling and obnoxiously loud talking. He’s just oddly mature and reasonable, mannered and good. He smells good

And with that suit  He looks so…

 Sydney looks back down the tickets and continues calling out orders. She has no time to address whatever the hell that was because that’s not important. No more looking at Richie of all people like that. 

Out of the corner of her eye, she sees when Richie finally glances over at Carmy who’s lashing out on the chef next to him. He turns to face Sydney and their eyes meet for a brief moment as he fiddles with the cuffs of his suit. 

Richie leans over to her, close enough for just her to hear. His breath brushed against her skin. His hand on her shoulder. 

 “Carmy’s gonna need to step out, Syd.” He says and Sydney knows he’s right, “The customers can hear him.” 

Just as she expected. Sydney looks over to him now, he’s close. He stares at her with those bright eyes, they're like ocean waves crashing in the sea on a sunny day. 

Unlike any of the other times they have gotten close and personal in each other's spaces, Richie doesn’t smell like cheap cologne and cigarettes. He smells fresh, minty and so good. He’s looking at her soothing concerned eyes. 

How are they always getting this close and personal in each other’s spaces? 

She nods at him. “I know.” and Richie gets it.

He watches as she sorts out the orders for a brief moment, like he’s assessing what he was gonna do. Camry was still yelling, getting red in the face. It reminds Richie of someone but he quickly lets that thought pass him.

Richie takes a breath and begins to make his way over to Carmy. He slips behind chefs, announcing his presence incase of a run-in. Some are giving Carmy quick glances that dart between him and Richie, asking if they should do something. Richie just nods at them to continue their work and they do.

He squeezes in between Carmy and the chef.

The guy was trembling, nearly knocking into other equipment.Maybe if Carmy could just calm the fuck down, the chef could do what he’s ask him.

Richie clears his throat. "Hey, cousin-" 

“Back the fuck off, Richie.” Carmy doesn’t even hesitate to say.

But Richie wasn’t going to back down. This restaurant needs to thrive and Richie isn’t letting one (or a couple of) bad day(s) fuck up this resteraunt. Especially since Carmy himself worked so damn hard for it. 

“No.” Richie says plainly, “You gotta step out or calm down Carm, the customers can hear you.” He tries to reason. But Carmy shakes his head softly, 

"What? you trynna say I'm fucking up business?"

"Two by two for bucatini." Sydney's voice rings in the kitchen, 2 ½ minutes left.

Richie raises his hands in a soothing gesture, softly shaking his head, "You know I would never say that, cousin." 

Carmy doesn't meet Richie's eyes. He paces around, hands on hips. Eyebrows furrowed, Richie tried to meet Carmy's eyes again but he refused to look at him. It doesn't even seem like Carmy was looking at anyone or anything.

Richie grabs a hold of Carmy's arm in the middle of his pacing"Hey hey!" Carmy doesn't respond, his head down.

Richie likes to say he knows Carmy, hell he practically grew up with him and Mikey. He was changing the fucker’s diapers and taking him to school in a beat up honda. He should know Carmy.

 He should be able to read him just as well as he could read Natalie or Mikey. But it wasn’t the case at all. Whatever the fuck was happening right now had Richie feeling like he was being thrown to the sharks.

It makes him anxious, and when he gets anxious, he gets shitty thoughts.

Thoughts about Donna, the way she blows up in people’s faces and lashes out so viciously. Thoughts about Mikey and how he was acting months before what happened. How he felt like he was being thrown to the sharks with him too. Got that same pit in his stomach like now…

They just kept coming. They do this really fucked up thing where they fill up in his brain, removing any distractions so his attention is on them. And they like to whisper at him. Tell him shit that he knows everybody would disagree too.

“You’re worthless..”

“You serve no purpose..”

“You’re a loser..”

He tries not to agree with them and let them win. But sometimes they’re just so loud and they remind him of—

Sydney’s chuckling but there’s no humor to it “You wanna talk about fucking ugly, Richie?”

—things he’d rather not think about.

Richie's grip tightens on him, Carmy flinches but doesn't move his head, "Cousin." No response again.

"You're getting too loud and you're holding your staff behind. Go step out for a minute, cousin" Richie whispers

Carmy glares at Richie.

Sydney voice calls from what feels like afar "Hands for Cannolis please."

“Yes Chef!” Fak says. Fak and Sweeps were the only ones out there. Richie can't be here all day, they have job to do. So he straightens up

"I'm serious." Richie gives him a hard stare. "Put on your big boy pants—“

“Don’t fucking tell me-“

“This is your restaurant cousin.” Richie continues, “don't you wanna see it exceed?" He emphasizes by sticking a finger out to Carmy’s chest.  

It was ironic to think about. All the other times Richie has brought up this place being Carmy’s, it was usually as a way to talk shit. This time though, he was being sincere.

Reminds Carmy of the times Richie would apologize for yelling too harshly at him when he was nine. Or when he tried encouraging him on his academics in when he was in high school. It's raw, close and loving. Cause Richie cares about him and his little dream of a fancy restaurant.

That what's makes Carmy pause.

He's still staring at Richie but it's no longer a glare. It's just painful and blue. Like how his eyes would get when Mikey and him didn't invite a young Carmy to any of their parties. It sends nostalgic wave down Richie's back.

Finally, Carmy was stepping away, a hand drags down his face. He briefly looked at the chef, finally out of the dream (or nightmare). The poor guy was shaken up, eyes stinging and nose runny.

"Fuck. I'm sorry.." Carmy raises a hand and the guy moves away. "Yeah I'll uh, I'll step out" 

The crew watches as Carmy walks from Richie and for the back door, his head low. The restaurant is silent again for a moment. Then Sydney calls out another order and the chefs are back at it.

Like Sydney said, they got her. Richie got her. 

.

The Bear was going great, amazing actually. It honestly felt unreal. The work, frustration, anger, fees oh the fucking fees and construction had paid off so smoothly. The restaurant was upscaled now, beautiful and classy. It was a complete turn around from the beef. 

The kitchen was sleek and pristine, no more random stains and ominous (possibly expired) food in the refrigerator. The chefs worked together strategically and were actually taking the job seriously.

Richie cleaned up pretty well and really improved on himself. He was still charismatic and raunchy. But during work he really toned himself down, became more softer and mature, stayed relaxed during peak hours, and Sydney has barely even had an argument with him in the past week. 

It was incredibly weird but Sydney was grateful for it.

She does get an aching pit of guilt every time they talk though. Mostly about the day she quit and the things she said (and did) to him.

She should probably talk to him about it and apologize. 

“Syd, you good in there?” Speaking of which. Richie taps at his forehead with his hand, the other holding the steering wheel as he drives. 

The night had settled and morning came, the blue and purple waves came to paint the sky as the sun began to arise. Chicago's mornings were cold and brisk as the weather changed and Sydney could see her breath visibly each time she spoke.

She shimmies in her jacket, Richies AC’s still busted but hey, he cleaned the car up pretty good. No more Arby's cups (or bags) scattered around the floor.

“Yeah. Just thinking.” She replies absentmindedly. Her body’s slumped in Richie’s passenger seat.

“Don’t hurt yourself.” Richie teases.

“I should be saying that to you.”

“Yo you’re gonna be old too like me one day.”

“Oof don’t remind me.” And Richie laughs.

“Cold blooded, Syd, cold blooded.”

For the past few weeks, they’ve practically been carpooling. It started off as a one-off's, or just plan b's incase it was super late and money was tight. In plus Richie offered and Sydney doesn't turn down free rides. She was more than fine with sitting in tense, awkward silence as he takes her home.

But then it kinda became a habit. Richie always offered and Sydney always needed to save up money anyway. 

Soon enough he was taking her everyday practically. They were listening to prank calls on the radio with small snickers and snorts by the absurdity. Sometimes quoting iconic lines to each other after work. Or listening in on talk about recent celebrity drama. Or maybe just sitting in silence as the engine rumbled.

The silence tension dimmed with every ride and soon enough, became comfortable and it was kind of calming. Something calm and quiet for once in the hectic world Sydney lived in. It was so so nice. To the point that Sydney was actually looking forward to the rides.

And Richie did that. So. Fucking. Weird.

She reminds herself to apologize. She'll find a way to. Kinda feels like it's a big conversation to have that needs time to be talked about.

But who was she kidding? Sydney chuckles at that thought. She doesn’t even have time for herself, let alone Richie. 

“What’s funny?” Richie asks softly. Softly, surprising isn't it?

Funny thing about Richie is that in the morning his voice is so low and soft with a slight rasp. It's like whiplash to Sydney every time she hears that calm and quiet voice.

She wonders what he looks like just waking up in the morning. What his routine is like. Maybe he makes weird old man noises when gets up. Maybe he drinks coffee. He looks like he drinks his coffee straight black.

Then she immediately shoves those questions down into the deep pits of her brain to discuss with herself about later when she finds the time.

Which she probably won't so she's fine with that.

“You saw that video I sent you on instagram?” Richie ask.

“Yes I did and that was not funny at all.” Sydney remembers that dumbass video (and the other thousand videos) he sent her. She regrets ever giving him her instagram account.

She did skim through his though. Just a tiny skim.

He mostly post about sports teams, family, or Taylor swift? Didn’t expect him to be a Swifite but no judgment.

She saw his daughter, he post about her a lot. She’s adorable. Got those same bright blue eyes like her dad.

Richie smacks his lips “Ehh you don’t get it.” He makes a turn, “You’ll get it when you're  my age.”

Sydney shakes her head, “Sure Richie, sure.”

The air between them is nice. Sydney liked it. Liked it feeling nice. She didn’t want to ruin that with weird feelings. She’s just gonna let the air be nice and not weird.

No weird air. Weird air can go fuck off. She’s not gonna be weird about this. She got better things to focus on, like the damn restaurant. And Carmy

Speaking of which, The Bear was doing good, stressful but good. A lot of orders means they’re getting a crowd. Means people like the food. Just need a new cook. They're good.

But Carmy. He's not good. Obviously. Sydney still doesn’t know what happened that night in the walk-in, but it was affecting Carmy and as a result, the chef’s workflow. 

They’re lucky Jacob didn’t quit after what happened last night, they don’t need to be short of two chefs when they could barely find one as it is. 

The new chefs, bless their hearts, have been getting the grunt of Carmy’s wrath. Mixed in with a couple of back and fourths he’s been having with Sydney. Which reminds her of Richie which gives her so much whiplash.

It’s like the two switched personalities on some Freaky Friday shit. Now Carmy is stressing her out more than anything.

Honestly, he's stressing everyone out.

He needs a break. (And he needs a damn hug, guy got a resting face of a depressed orphan puppy).

For the restaurant and for Carmy himself. Dude has just been so out of it it’s seriously scaring Sydney. When she’s talking to him, his gaze just seemed to be somewhere else so distant and far. Like he was in a different reality altogether.

Which Richie pointed out was weird cause he quotes, “always makes weird googly eyes at you Syd, kid’s obviously fucked.” 

Which is– 

Sydney’s not even going to go into that. No time for whatever the hell he’s going on about.

They pulled up into the parking lot, Natalie seemed to already be there. They come up right when she had gotten of her car, her hair blowing light with cold air.

Richie eyes her coat "She looks like a fucking eggplant.” He’s not entirely wrong.

She was wearing a warm looking purple jacket with a matching beanie, her hands shoved down into her pockets. She looked really snugged, probably warmer than Sydney is in this freezer like car. Dude really got to fix his AC.

But it's not like he has money for that anyway.

“You look like the grim reaper.” Sydney shoots back.

Small little smile grows on Richie’s face. He had on his infamous suit again, looks nice as always. And very professional. And that is all Sydney has to say about that damn suit. Not else. No other thoughts.

Richie murmurs as they pull up. “Better than looking like an eggplant.” And Sydney snorts. 

Soon enough they were out of the car and coming to Natalie. She looked very worried…and tired. Her eyes were big and round with just worry all in them and her eyebrows were scrunched upwards.

Sydney, Richie and Natalie were all huddled in a circle at the front of The Bear, mostly for warmth.

Natalie crosses her arms, feet antsy. "You know, I really don't think he's okay..." she kept her voice low and soft like someone who hear besides them two.

Sydney noticed how her lips folding in on one another every breath she takes in-between talking.

"He's been really out of it lately." Natalie adds.

Richie nods in agreement, arms crossed and frame high. 

"Was he ever okay?" Sydney says but immediately cringes at her wording. Richie and Natalie grimace at it.

Sydney's green jacket moves awkwardly with her as she tries to explain. "Sorry like- Was he, was he always like this but like-"  

"Was he always so distant and estranged? I mean for these past couple of years, yes." Natalie began to answer, nodding along,"Have I ever seen him so..like that?" She takes a deep breath.

Her eyes are drawn down, her fingers begin to play with the fabric of her purple coat.

"No. Never." 

Richie rubs a hand across his beard before grabbing his cigarettes. It'd be the first time in a while that Sydney had seen him smoke.

She guessed a new suit, proper manners, and calm mask doesn't fix a nicotine addiction and stress from work. She watches him as he pulls it out of his slick black suit and sticks one in his mouth. His lips aren’t necessarily pursed around the cig, more like dangling from the side of his mouth. 

They seemed a little smooth too. Must've some chapstick on them. Maybe she was staring too hard because when she looked away from the, Richie’s eyes were on her's curiously. 

She looks away.

‘stop it’, She scolds herself. No time to unpack or understand that.

Sydney turns her focus back to Natalie who hugs herself closer to her body. Her knit eyebrows creased her skin. She's looking at the ground as if the broken pavement and stomped out buds had the answers.

Sydney has bigger things to focus on. Carmy is the priority right now, not however the hell Richie smokes cigarettes or his lips.

"I don't want him working here," Natalie answers truthfully, "I understand it's his dream but, I don't want this to destroy him." Richie and Sydney get it.

It's Sydney who reaches out first, rubbing her arm soothingly. She gives her soft 'it's okay’ even if she doesn't believe it herself. 

“I told him that he spent too much time here…I told him.” It's a quiet remark that could barely be heard under the breezy wind.

Richie grasps her shoulder with a sympathetic nod as well. the same way he did to Sydney a previous night. 

“The kid’s not doing so great." 

Way to state the obvious, Richie. Sydney doesn't say that out loud.

But it didn't take a genius to tell what she’s thinking by the look she gives him. Richie ignores it. 

"The Claire thing has got em all screwed up right now." Richie continues. His words work around the cigarette. “He needs some time away from here so let’s give him that. Some time away from here and some support so he can get his shit together. Don't like seeing him like this.” Richie says that last part low.

“Yeah..” Natalie breathes.

It was strange how much he had changed in his week and it made Sydney think. Did he really change all that much?

 Or was he always like this?

She thinks back to when he apologizes for the gun. When he asks her if she's okay after somebody shot their glass. Took accountability and felt guilty for the cigarettes being left out on the stove. How he was trying to help her with those damn vegetables when everything went to hell with the pre-order shit. How he was actually trying to help everyone that day. 

How he didn't even give her shit for the knife.

‘Apologize to Richie about the knife’, She reminds herself. She should start putting some sticky notes on her mirror, her dad does that.

Sydney clears her throat and nods, "Agreed." She says simply, smoothing out her hair, "I'll text him that I can do interviews on my own."

Again, she thinks. Last time it was because of Claire too. Sydney didn't really know what happened to them, just that it was a pretty rough breakup.

She remembers trying to go back to comfort Carmy in some way that night. But the moment she was back inside, Richie had stopped her. 

He had an inordinately soft look on his face, his posture heavy with ache. She doesn’t know what happened back there but from the looks of it, Richie and Carmy must’ve gotten into it. He placed a gentle hand on her shoulder and shook his head lightly. 

It was the second time they had gotten close that night, the same good smell from earlier coming in to fill her senses. He rubs the thick hand on her shoulder as he dragged his palm up and down in a soothing gesture as if she was the one who’s hurt.

“He needs some time” is what Richie said that night, “Just go home, Syd, he’ll be okay.” Sydney remembers it vividly. 

She also remembers wanting to give Richie a hug, pat, or something to soothe his troubles away. He looked like he really needed a warm hug. Maybe something even warmer..

She also remembers trying to shove that thought down the moment it reared it’s ugly head nights after. She has no time for that.

"Interviews?" Natalie asks. "For what? I thought all our spots were filled."

Sydney thins her lips. "Yeah well uh, Josh was smoking meth out back so obviously..." She trails off but Natalie understands nods.

Half of Sydney wishes she didn't tell her cause Natalie looks like she was just given a stack of paper work to do.

Natalie sighs, "Fucker..."

Richie softly snort.

“Yeah." Sydney grabs onto her bag at the hip, feeling for her papers through the fabric as a way to remind her of their presence, "The interviews are going to start at 10." 

"Shit I'm sorry I can't help." Natalie softly murmurs, "I got an appointment at like 11:30." 

Sydney smiles, it doesn’t reach her eyes though, "I'll be fine, don't worry."

Natalie still looks worried but she smiles, thankful. It seems like a worried face is the only thing she pulls these days. She really needs a break. Her sleeping schedule was worn around her eyes. Her skin’s been looking sickly for a while and Sydney can’t help but think the stress from here is what’s causing it the most.

“Okay, well" Natalie whispers quietly and then glances at her watch, "I should probably go, just wanted to uh talk to you guys real quick." 

She goes in for a hug to Richie. Sydney watches the way Richie hugs her. He seems a bit surprised at first but he accepts no less. She watches the way he engulfs her into his arms. They wrap around her nice and snug with a lil squeeze and give her a soft lil pat on the back at the end. 

He really likes giving those tiny little pats. He even does it to pens, markers and papers.

He whispers something low and quiet that gets a weak but genuine chuckle out of Natalie before he lets go. He relaxes at the smallest glimpse of a smile from her. Like it was a make or break moment. It's really sweet to see him care so much.

Once again, Richie was surprising Sydney. 

"Bye." Natalie says as she now hugs Sydney. She’s warm and soft. Her hugs are surprisingly really comforting. But for some reason all Sydney can think about is how Richie’s hug must've felt. 

To be pressed against his chest of nice black fabric and good cologne. To have his voice dangling above her ear, whispering some shitty joke just to hear her laugh. Would he ever even give Sydney one if she needed it? Would he give her a little pat at the end?

Sydney brushes those thoughts away and returns the hug, squeezing just a bit too tight.

She whispers before letting go. "Take care of yourself." And watches a warm but exhausted and fragile smile slip on Natalie's face before peeling away. 

Soon, Natalie and her car were out of sight, leaving only Richie and Sydney. Alone. Together. It felt different from the car rides. Usually there's some type of low music, or just comfortable slience in the air as they drive to their destination. Now it feels weird.

It was quite early. Interviews don't start yet and they weren't exactly scheduled to be open today anyway. Sydney just came a little early to set up. Basically, there was no point for Richie to be here.

But he was anyway, standing around awkwardly. With a cigarette still lit, he takes a couple of drags.

“You don't have to stay, you know?' Sydney says and immediately regrets. "Like not in a mean way just like- if you're staying cause I'm here you don't have to." She fiddles with the restaurant keys as she speaks. “Like I don’t mind and-”

“Yo, I understand.” Richie looks down at her, seemingly amused. It was still so weird for her to see him so patient and relaxed. 

Sydney nods with a small smile as she gets the door opened. The sound of the door creaking is met with silence as the two stand in the doorway. Richie stomps out the cigarette.

"I can help." He says finally, his voice echoing in the empty restaurant. "With the interviews."  He clarifies, scratching a part of his beard. "If you want me too?" he says softly.

Sydney looks up at him surprised, "Really?" She says, slightly dumbfounded, "You, Richie, wanna help me?" she asks incredulously.

And Richie has to laugh at that. It's a nice gruff one with vibrato in it, the laugh bounces off the walls. He laughs like he gets it, like he knows and understands where Sydney’s coming from. 

Surprises, surprises.

“Cut me some slack!” Richie’s got a sly smile dancing all over his face, “I’ve been killing it this past few weeks.” He says humorously, “I’m like your little helper. Sidekick even.” 

And now Sydney’s laughing. It’s not a tense one nor a condescending one either. It’s genuine and real. Sydney notes that this was probably the first time she ever laughed with Richie and not at him and it's outside of their little carpooling. She doesn't know why but it makes it feel real.

Sydney, amused, replies. “Sidekick is pushing it.”

"Clyde to your Bonnie?"

“Clyde to my Bonnie?” She repeats.

“Yeah,” And Richie got a little smile on his face. “practically.” 

Sydney gives him a look, “Sure, Richie.” 

And Richie laughs again. Laughs that loud bright laugh. It makes Sydney’s smile widen and it's so weird because she used to hate it. She would always hear him joking or fucking around at The Beef, ignoring her so he could just kick it like it was a friday night. 

And his laugh used to be what really ticked her off.

Made her feel like he was laughing at her and her authority. Like some mean girl was making fun of her from school all over again. Kinda felt weird to compare a grown ass man to a mean middle schooler but Richie wasn't really known for being mature anyway.

Now though, that laugh doesn’t piss her off. Doesn’t frustrate her or make her angry. It doesn’t feel mocking or rude. It makes her feel warm and soft.

Maybe it’s because for once, it’s with her and she’s in the joke with him. He's laughing because of her, for her.

And it feels too fucking weird. Richard dickhead Jerimovich was giving her the most sincere look with crinkled eyes and a huge smile and she felt weird about it. 

‘Shut up.’ She chastises herself. Thoughts are for another time. (Time she still doesn't have).

It’s Richie who’s drawing her back to reality,  “Hand me some of the resumes,” He nudges her. “I know you would print them out like a smartypants.” 

"Yeah, because that’s what you’re supposed to do when interviewing, Richie.”

"That's what a smartypants would say." Richie says so facetiously with such a big smile. It should really irritate Sydney, it used to, but he doesn't.

Sydney shoves some papers in Richies face and his big fat smile. "Just take the resumes, Richard." And she's smiling right back at him.

"Knew it." He says. Their fingers brush one another when Richie grabs the resumes and Sydney’s very normal about it. So normal.

She watches as he goes through the papers, eyes darting from left to right. He looked focused, concentrated and actually invested.

He looks up at her for a moment and winks. "Let's do it sweetheart." 

"Richie-" 

"Yeah yeah sorry." He mutters playfully but genuine, "Don't call you sweetheart, sorry Syd." He nudges her a little with a playful smile crawling onto his face.

“Fuck off.” Sydney says to Richie.

But also to those stupid weird feelings that came up again.

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Here's what I got so far for the starving Sydrichie fans out there. Next part might be more Richie centered idk idk. Let's pray I got the motivation to do a part two. This took about a few weeks but I'm really proud.

[honey-minded-hivemind]

ABO Parent AU, Post One...HOW THEY ENDED UP CONCEIVING THEIR BBY...

Chosen parent:

• Wolverine/Logan Howlett

• Sabretooth/Victor Creed

(Warning: This post has mentions of death and gore. Nothing too explicit, but it's there. Allusions to manipulation/possible dubious consent. Be careful, and skip this post if you need/want to💕)

• Whatta night... Sh*t... i's been too long since I hadda par'ner that eager... waitta minute... wh'r am I?...

• He can feel something clasped around his face, but when he shakes his head, it doesn't budge. The air is chilled, sending a shiver down his spine. He can smell chemicals, some sort of sedative, and... somethin' sweet-ish? D*mn... what da h*ll did he get into?

• He tries to get up, and finds out he can't. Something tugs in his arm, and he blinks open his eyes. The room is dim, with only one or two lights on... he's on some sort of examination table, strapped down, in a room full of charts and jars, all soaked in the overwhelming scent of rubbing alcohol and medicine... And poked into his arm are various needles, each with their own thin tube attached and leading somewhere else.

• This ain't where he fell asleep last... A growl leaves him at the realization. Whatever is on his face is clamped on tight, and no matter what he does to shake it, it won't budge. Who did this to him? He has a few choice words fer 'em...

• He hears someone enter the room, and a familiar scent carries through the air. Well, cr*p. Seems his "partner" is the one behind this... He tries to say something, but whatever is on his face prevents him...

• They check what he presumes is some sort of mask or muzzle around his face, then look over the needles jammed into his arm. He attempts to move, anger welling up inside him, but they only tut and give him a sharp grin. F*ckin' great... they're some crazy *ss scientist... probably tryin' their hand at experimentin' on 'im... won't they be in fer a nasty surprise... They go to leave the room, and as they leave, three more people enter. He hears his... "partner"... give the group orders, and then they're gone, leaving the four of them alone... He lets his body go limp, and watches carefully as they approach him. He can smell fear, even some excitement, coming from the group... Heh. All he needs is one wrong move...

• As one of the scientists removes the needles, collecting blood samples, he feels another undo one of the straps around his arm... And with a sharp twist, he claws at the first one, bright scarlet raining across his face as they stumble away, yelling as they run. His claws swiftly sink into the next scientist, ripping them off of him. A shriek escapes them as his claws shred through their neck, cutting off their vocal chords. With a wrench, he yanks the device off his face, sucking in a deep breath. Blood coats the air, yet... somethin' sweet still lingers... Looks like he didn't just imagine that.

• He can hear the alarms going off, loud ringing echoing through the room. Shredding through the straps leashing him, he lunges at the last scientist. His claws tear through their stomach, spilling the contents to the floor. Blood bubbles from their mouth as he drops them to the floor, and he feels his bloodlust grow...

• He tears through the lab, escaping into the halls, running as fast as he can, tearing through whatever gets in his way. He can feel how hot his blood is, boiling and raging inside him. The sticky red of his prey covers him, stains of dark rouge and ichor dripping off of his body. He finally makes it to the entrance, running through it and escaping into the blistering cold... and yet that soft sweetness stays with him, just as much as the swiftly freezing gore left on him...

• The smell is thick, almost coating his tongue... but... it's coming from him... F*ck... It seems he's... not quite as alone as he thought...

• Startled, he runs a hand over his stomach. He's... pregnant?... This... isn't what he expected to happen. He... has something growin' in him? It's a strange realization, but... it isn't unwelcome...

• He reaches a conclusion as he wanders back through the snow to civilization... One, he's got a grudge against scientists and their sorry experiments... Two... he's keepin' this cub inside him... This is something he gets to choose, and he decides he wants 'em. They are somethin' from him, somethin'... good... and he's not about ta get rid of that one bit of good he has... With that, he begins the search for an old... "friend"... of his... he's gonna need some help...

[heartshapedbubble]

Luchino (both hunter and survivor) with 3 and 8?

here you go nonnie 💕

number 3 // do they have a favourite style of clothing?🦎

okay don't yell at me for this one but survivor!luchino is a huge flirt. like,, it's not obvious at first bc you expect him to wear some general work/lab clothing as usual but once you get closer to him you notice him wearing very... uh. flirty clothing when you go out. bro is gonna be wearing black tulip-like shirts and tight pants like SIR😭😭😭😭he's all professional while working but night time is thotting time JABFWMFJKD mans can really pull off both

in general he likes wearing such clothing because it's completely different in comparison to his lab/work clothes and makes him feel confident - in short, he likes both classy and uhh. more revealing clothing. plus the scales on his chest get itchy very easily so it feels better when they're not covered by some thick, irritable fabric

if he sees you staring at his honkers (i'm sorry for this i just had to get this off of my chest (no pun intended)) he's just going to wink at you and yank the collar lower with his finger just to see you look away in panic LMFAOA HES A MENACE

as for hunter!luchino, finding fitting clothes is a problem due to his size and rough surface of his scaled skin, so he relies on violetta for the most part! they always got along and she frequently tailors/makes his clothes. his clothes are usually made out of old curtains, leather covers, tablecloths, potato sacks etc.

most of his clothing is also short/doesn't fully cover his body or is a bit more revealing, since anything longer or tighter obstructs his movement and makes it hard to breathe - in conclusion anything light for the most part and made out of natural, comfy material

for christmas she knits him a biiig oversized sweater so it keeps him warm :)

number 8 // any specific body quirks?🦎

survivor!luchino

-has double jointed thumbs! some of his other fingers are double jointed too

-has one (1) dimple on his left cheek heehee

-since his jaw and teeth already started altering and morphing, his canine teeth are a bit more noticeable, like vampire teeth but not as sharp

-his hands and arms are VEERY veiny, partially the reason why injecting himself with the venom was easy and how he could do it without looking. emily is the happiest person in the world whenever it's his turn to get an injection/vaccine

-blinks one eye at a time

-would also have venus holes/dimples. im going insan

-could probably make his ears wiggle at will tbh!

-his tongue is quite long too, wooo lizard traits at it again

hunter!luchino

-most of his body quirks are still the same even after the transformation

-he can lick his eyeballs with his tongue buuut it's not the most enjoyable thing to see nor does he like doing it in front of others

-can literally cut through glass and even through some softer metals with his claws

-i've already mentioned this in some other post but his tail is prehensile! can use it as a third hand if needed, no big deal

-his eyes have a sort of... blue-ish glow? whenever sunlight hits them

[cyberrat]

81st Batch Of Fics: 2nd Fill

Cassidy/OCs; (Cassidy/Hanzo) – Flashback Part 2/4 (-ish) – rape; coercion; young Cole – Cole gets his first *real* taste of Alpha cock.

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In a way, Cole has to be thankful to Bertie because the load he pumped into him means there is something that can slick the way as he’s getting pushed to the dusty ground and mounted by his first Alpha.

There is no ‘just the tip’ there is no ‘going slow’. It’s just one burly Alpha crushing Cole’s skull into the ground and making him eat sand as he crams his big fat Alpha dick into his all but virginal ass.

He’s not fighting them. He wouldn’t get anywhere anyway. They’re all about twice or thrice his weight and their dominance is so overwhelming that he can feel himself wanting to piss himself with submission.

The Alpha grunts low above him as he jerks forward, fucking a couple more inches into Cole. His shaft is even fatter in the middle than the head of his dick. Cole can feel tears pricking the corners of his eyes. Another grunting thrust and he can’t keep down the cry of pain as he feels his rim ripping.

One of the other Alphas surges forward, grabs him by the hair and rips his head up so brutally that for a second Cole is sure his neck snaps.

“Keep your fucking mouth shut!” the Alpha hisses at him. “Don’t want anybody coming here snooping. Who the fuck wants to be caught sticking their dick into a whiny little brat like you, huh?”

“Fuck, but his pussy’s nice,” the Alpha fucking him slurs. He sounds a bit like he’s drunk. Cole can feel the swell of a knot pressing against his rim and his stomach clenches tight like a fist, a surge of bile rushing up his throat. He swallows it down desperately, his fingers clawing themselves bloody in the ground.

“Sorry… sorry,” he whispers, a few drops of piss dripping onto the dusty ground beneath him.

The third Alpha standing at the edge of the crates and keeping a lookout with Bertie, half turns his head to peer across his shoulder.

“Just make sure he stays quiet. Stuff something down his throat.”

“Mhhh… yeah just got the thing for that.”

Cole feels his throat swelling shut as if in reaction to seeing the other Alpha starting on his pants.

“No, please… I’ll… I’ll be quiet,” he whispers in a hoarse voice, but the guy behind him is thrusting again and fuck… fuck, it feels like he is really and truly trying to cram his knot into Cole’s body. The panic makes him feel a bit stupid, his insides clenching down in denial, trying to keep the Alpha from doing irreparable damage to his insides.

The Alpha grunts. Now that he’s stopped grinding Cole’s head into the dirt he can hold his hips in a vice-like grip to keep them nice and up for his pumping cock.

“Shit the bitch is tight… could almost imagine ‘im bein’ a li’l dame. Need ta get some Omega slick and smear it on his pussy and Bob’s your fuckin’ uncle.”

“Does he take it well, Charlie?” the Alpha in front of Cole asks. He’s got his dick out but is just massaging it for now. Still, he’s kneeling in front of Cole and his pants are open, leaving him to almost suffocate in the thick Alpha stink wafting around his nose. Not that he’s particularly unwashed, but… Cole has never been this fucking close to another Alpha’s dick before.

He wants to gag but the images rolling through his head at what could happen are enough to keep him from doing so. He tries to just breathe through it; just like he is trying to breathe through the brutal fucking he’s receiving.

“Sure is. Sure fucking is. Damn… Why’d you never told us you like it up the ass, Cassidy? Huh? Could’ve treated you to some knots a long damn time ago!”

Charlie is grabbing him by the hair and ripping his head back again, pulling him onto his cock until his knot is kissing up against Cole’s bleeding hole and making him go cross-eyed.

He is clawing at the dirty ground, digging his nails into it, trying to find something… anything to hold on to and not be used like a ragdoll.

“S…Sorry,” he finds himself stuttering. Submissive and passive despite the brief indignation rearing its head. It’s not like he’s offered this-

“Shut the fuck up. The boss is going t’ bed,” the outlook hisses.

Smooth as can be – as if they had practiced the whole damn thing, Charlie lets go of Cole’s hair and lets him topple forward again. The other Alpha is right there, smoothly guiding his mouth onto his erection before Cole has a chance to wrap his head around what is happening.

He can hear the heavy footsteps of their boss moving past them; the gravel crunching beneath his feet as he moves from the makeshift bar that they got on their property, toward his private cabin.

He does not notice anything out of the ordinary it seems, though Cole is not sure he would even care much if he did look around the corner and saw him getting fucked silly by the other guys.

Well maybe he would… but not in the way Cole would like, he supposes.

His thoughts are sluggish and heavy. He keeps thinking about what a damn fucking traitor Bertie is. And about how intense the cock on his tongue tastes.

It’s salty and thick and fills his whole being with that musky funk. It clogs his nose and makes him wonder if he’ll ever be able to smell and taste anything other than Alpha cock after this.

The intense, mind-numbing pain from getting his ass quite literally ripped open has subsided somewhat, allowing him to calm down enough that he doesn’t feel so close on the edge of crying anymore.

He would throw himself into the damn Gorge before he cried in front of anybody. It’s just dicks. He likes dicks. Just not… just not Alpha cocks.

“Hey Cassidy. Look at me while I fuck your throat-”

A dirty thumb against his forehead brushes his wild hair out of his eyes. He doesn’t know why he is doing it, but he does look up obediently, staring into the other guy’s face while he struggles with the concept of breathing while getting his throat stuffed with cock.

It’s easy, though. Far easier than somehow trying not to suffocate as some asshole knots behind his teeth, a manic grin stretched across his face and some gentle hands petting the sides of his face and his cheeks as if they’re doing something good. Something consensual.

Cole feels himself going cross-eyed, his ears filled with rushing, crackling static as panic takes over from an Alpha knotting his goddamn mouth. He tries to pull back but Charlie is right there behind him, pushing him back forward.

They’re spearing him on their dicks and he has nowhere to go. The pain and the panic is starting to make his vision swim. His heart is thumping fast and hard and his stomach is churning.

Just before he loses consciousness, Bertie’s face is swimming back into view, peering at him from around the other Alpha’s arm.

“Sorry about that, dude. But they paid good bucks, you know? … And this can be damn fucking lucrative.”

[cyberaxolotl]

cuddling headcanons part AGAIN this time with more details now in order of whatever i felt like

this is chronically self indulgent

Beffloofty (wow)

Like I said last time, they’re both plus sized and can’t fit in either of their average twin beds together, so I made the statement of them cuddling mostly while sitting. I am stupid and I need to put a scene in your head.

Take these two bitches. And take the way I interpret them (a raccoon and a bunny who are both plus size) and then cover them in sand. Raccoons and bunnies sunbathe (raccoons are nocturnal and do it in treetops during the day while they sleep.) These bitches sunbathe together on a big ass towel. How did I not think of this before.

Also Beffica’s got those fucky little raccoon hand claws that give her a more scratchy touch. Give your partner a back scratch while you’re sunbathing. Hit ‘em behind the floppy ol bunny ears. Let both of you be sensitive with each other since you’re both so secluded compared to everyone else.

Lizegg

Again a ship with one of those plus sized bitches, this time being Eggabell (a round ol chinchilla) and Lizbert (a muscular, somewhat bulky walrus.) Now I need you to envision chinchilla Eggabell and I need you to realize how fuCKING FLUFFY THOSE THINGS ARE.

All i’m saying is that the fluff is plentiful. I need Lizbert to come up behind her wife like “hehe im gonna spoon my wife >:)” only to suffocate in all that fluff. Eggabell is a mass of both just generally being fat and also being bountifully fluffy.

Aaaand Liz uses her like a pillow. Wrap your arms around your Egg, get your head in the crook of her neck, and relax. She’ll hold her back and be happy hearing Liz just… purr and relax. Liz’s hold is also incredibly strong, very firm, very nice. I love these two

Snorplo

For this interpretation, Snorpy is a skinny-fat bunny, and Chandlo is a bulkily muscular walrus. By skinny-fat, I mean he’s mostly lanky, but he’s got a bit of a belly with it too for lack of better phrasing.

Now let me tell you as someone with a skinny-fat-ish body myself that being squeezed and pinched a little is honestly really comforting. I need Chandlo to do that while simultaneously doing the Walrus Grump trademark of putting his face in all that goddamn collar fluff and havin a nibble. Thanks

Wigglefunny

Okay hello. Tall, skinny, very fluffy big-chested ferret. Small, plump, scoopable mouse. She is so able to just surround him. Lean down to that man when he’s having one of the harder times, stroke his cheeks a few times, calm him down. Scoop him up, take him upstairs, there’s no blanket. Be the blanket. You are 7’7” and have no reason not to just swaddle this man.

Hold him close and hold him tight. Make him feel secure. For a while, she feels like she has someone there who trusts her wholeheartedly, who trusts her to be there and hold him. She trusts him too. She knows no matter what, he’ll support her. She holds him closer. Nothing comes between them.

Eventually grab a blanket. Her breast fluff may be plentiful but he is a mouse and those things aren’t exactly known for fur.

Filbuddy (or in my case, Filscarla)

Filbo, deer guy. Square body type, kinda scrawny, and antlers that make it impossible for him to sleep on his side. Scarla, black furred horned person. Inverted triangle body type, a little muscular, and horns that face forward and either block out the sun or send it right into their eyes.

These two cuddling is absolutely hilarious because no matter what they do they’re gonna get into a horn lock. Somehow, in some position, Scarla will get their horns stuck in the branches of Filbo’s antlers and it can’t be prevented. Think of this. A tender moment. Filbo’s been having nightmares recently because he just does and Scarla’s there to support him.

They’re stroking the side of his body, near his hip. Like most deer, he’s got a little scut, and it’s doing a happy dance because they’re here with him. They lean their head closer to his, humming, smiling. Filbo smiles too, he feels… safe.

They try to pull away because their thick fur is overheating. Filbo screams because his antlers just got rugged on. Insert the next two minutes being spent escaping a horn lock and then sleeping facing away from each other.

Lottaham

Bull with side facing horns and raptor with nothing but fluff and feathers everywhere. Both have more square body types, with Triffany leaning towards a pear, but that becomes hard to distinguish because her legs are digitigrade. She’s also got a long fuckin tail and that is important.

Wambus is generally always the big spoon, that’s the easiest way when the height difference is 7’9” on 6’8”. But that ain’t gonna stop Triffany from being a goddamn hoot, she is gonna put her tail behind them and hold him closer, kinda just. keep him there. there is no escaping your pseudo-reptilian-bird-ish wife, especially not when she’s had a rough day.

Accept it. Put those hands around her, squeeze that little bit of fat that people have between their hips and the bottom of their abdomen that i can’t remember the name of right now, and enjoy the night. You are cuddling so fucking well.

it is literally three in the fucking morning why is it always 3am when i make cuddle posts. GOODNIGHT

[nerves-nebula]

The shirt vest thing Hunter wore in Hunting Palismen (I think it was that episode?) was very binder-coded i think. But You made me think of what like, having to bind with a scarred chest would be like. Would it make it easier? harder? Do you think Belos would purposefully scar that area just as an extra F you to Hunter?

I bind (I need a new binder butttt...) and it's already an experience without doing half the things Hunter does. He's really girlbossing when he isn't dying (physically or emotionally)

TBH idk much about scars irl. I'd imagine it might be uncomfortable once the scar tissue fully heals, but it also might not matter at all. I also think its fair to say he cant wear a binder if the scars are new/fresh, but its a bit vague what state his new scars are in at the end of Thanks to Them. Cause belos leaves and the scars kind of look old and healed already, so uh, idk.

sidenote: imma be honest idk what something being "binder-coded" means. I've seen people say it looks like a binder which, like, I guess. but to me the Trans Explanation was just that he was layering with a thick vest he always wears out on missions, which would be less restrictive than a binder and more protective. like a sports bra/leather armor combo.

im sure there's an actual word for what he was wearing (idk if vest is right either, though its more descriptive than anything I can come up with) but I don't know it

but maybe thats just colored by my experience with binding. Mainly being that I kind of cant bind. I have a binder but I've only worn it a few times, my back pain is bad enough without it and I get out of breath hella easy normally.

plus it's not like the one thing stopping me from passing is my chest anyway. Now I mostly wear tight-ish sports bras and they're way more comfy + they flatten my chest out a bit so I kinda just. projected that onto hunter. as a sot of sporty workout child soldier boy.

[binder-reviews-by-arden]

forthem binder review

i just received this binder in the mail, and decided to post a review. details under the cut

i was a size "ethereal" in this brand. First off, can I mention how much I hate the sizing this company uses? “we dont do sizing bc body positivity” honestly id rather be called fat then go through that confusing shit. picking out your body shape was also confusing as hell, none of those looked like my shape at all. in an effort to be body positive, they just ended up being really confusing and honestly a little insulting. like, come on. kindred? ethereal? fire? amethyst? balance? what the hell do those even mean. i get its supposed to be like “omg sizes dont really MEAN anything” but since they GET the sizes from the apex chest measurement, it would make SO MUCH MORE SENSE for the sizes to just have a number that represent that measurement. way easier than taking the stupid fucking customization quiz every time you wanna see your size. if you were so concerned abt people seeing a number associated with their body, then why are you having measurements at all? if you acknowledge that measurements are incredibly important for clothing (which they are), then WHY are you trying so hard to avoid that fact when giving people their sizes. just condescending especially since the person who made the goddamn things LOOKS pretty thin to begin with so like… who is this helping. just feels off to me. does anyone feel GENUINELY better about themselves bc a quiz called them size “fire” instead of a size “40” after their chest measurement?

but back to the actual binder review. The binder was pretty easy to put on, no issues there. The colour I got for "forest green". The fabric feels kind of like thick swimsuit fabric. It pinched a little under my armpits but I'll go into why I don't want to get a bigger size later. This is likely just due to my stupid disproportionately large ribcage than a flaw with the company's sizing. The reversible style of the binder was pretty interesting. It was fairly comfortable to wear.

As for the actual binding quality? Not good, and worse than all of the binders I've previously reviewed. Honestly fits like a sports bra, which is weird because I could feel it compressing: I got that kind of breathless feeling right after I took it off. The compression I could feel was roughly the same feeling I got with my gc2b binder, except the gc2b binder made me considerably flatter. This is likely due to the front panel design, while the forthem binder is just the same all around. This is the reason why I don't want to get a size up, since it would likely be completely useless even as a bra. I was in the middle of the measurement for my size too. The pinching will likely go away when it stretches though, and i remember a similar feeling when wearing my gc2b binder for the first time.

Comparison of my wearing the forthem binder in a tight-ish t shirt vs a regular bra in the same t shirt:

overall, would i recommend this binder? No, it's not worth the price. These binders cost $48, I got mine for a little less because I found a coupon code but that's way too much for what you get. Considering returning it so I can use the money to buy a different binder. It's comfortable but only a little more comfortable than my gc2b binder and that one compresses way better, so I'd just recommend getting a gc2b.

(a side note: im not trans (butch lesbian), but i tagged the post as such so this review would reach people most likely to buy and wear binders so it's as helpful as possible for anyone trying to find good binder brands. just wanted to clear things up in case anyone was wondering, don't want to claim stake within a community im not technically apart of)

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[ningvory]

camgirl!yunjin showing off her gf to the viewers as she fucks reader with her g!p 😓🙏

parings: camgirl!gp!yunjin x gf!femreader

warnings: voyerism, dumbicication, size kink, fingering, clit sucking, tummy bulge, manhandling, idk this position but yunjin folds you in half, reverse cowgirl riding, creampie, readers implied to be smaller than jen, bimbo-ish reader, darcyphilia, unprotected sex (that’s a no no guys) not proofread guys i was just writting😭🙏 also had fun making the usernames 😝

w/c: 600 IM SORRY ITS SO SHORTT

one thing about your girlfriend, yunjin is that she loved to show you off to her horny supporters that watch her videos. better know as jenaissante, she’s one of the most followed on the platform. her lives end up viral because she fucks her pretty little girlfriend so good every time it has her shaking, she has her viewers wishing they were fucking you dumb because you were just so cute to them!! :((

it was time for another live stream and she has you laying down on her bed, pulling moans and squeals outta you when her fingers hit your sweet spots.

“doesn’t she sound so cute guys? bet you dirty pervs wanna have her all to yourself.” yunjin teased. speeding her fingers up, making your moans start to grow higher and whinier.

she always had to finger or eat your tight cunny out, telling you that she wouldn’t be able to fit without prep. no matter how many times she fucks you, you’re still tight as a virgin.

pussydestroyer3000: she’s sounds so cute i just wanna ruin her :((

brobashno: she’s so fuckin’ little compared to jen!! bet she loves getting manhandled.

reading the comments had yunjin spilling precum all over her cock, she wanted to manhandle you and fuck you dumb right then and there but she resisted. she began to suck and lick on your clit while her fingers were pumping your hole, she has your back arching and squealing so loudly, letting out a whiny, “jen! g’na cum!” before cumming all over her!

she doesn’t waste a second, pushing your legs to your chest before pushing into you, groaning from your warm gummy walls sucking her in so tightly. she began to pound into you, nothing but you loud whines and whimpers and her low groans were heard.

“fuckk! taking me so well baby, i’m the only one who can fuck you this good.” yunjin mummers.

she fucks you so good it has you crying, she proceeds to put your legs over her shoulders, pounding your cervix. you back attempts to arch but she has all her weight pressed down into you.

dickmaster11: she’s so pretty! taking jen’s thick cock so well while she’s folded in half!!

she begins to circle your clit, making you let out a high pitched squeal before squirting all over her pelvis. she continues fucking you, riding your orgasm out until her hips stop. she lets out a moan and you feel her warm load fill you up, making you whimper.

she pulls out and brings the camera closer to your cunt, pressing down on your tummy to let her white seed leak out of you cunt, making her groan.

yunjin���s now the one laying down, manhandling you in reverse cowgirl. hands on your hips telling her to ride her.

“c-can’t! s’too much jen— ah!” she shuts that down and forces your body all the way down on her cock. your backs arched and moans slip outta your mouth. “w-wait! slow down!” you try to stabilize yourself but yunjin’s showing no mercy, bringing you all the way up her cock to where nothing but her tip is still inside of you before dropping you all the way down her cock showing your smaller frame off to the camera.

paradigmsseraphine: jen’s cock is so big that it has her tummy bulging!😵‍💫😵‍💫

she doesn’t stop until she has fucked you dumb and that you’re full of her warm seed, on the verge of passing out. but she knows you like it like that, you’re her cute lil bimbo girlfriend that loves to be fucked stupid <33

[devilsamu]

hi just another horny anon here but can i pls ask for even a crumb of creampie eating ideas and/or doggy thumb (like fucking in doggy style while thumb is up ur ass) w any boy of your choosing 😩 im so h word and looking it up on porn sites just leads me to questionable sites that will probably put a virus on my device?? pls help me out im so KD9283/'=#SJJD

- an anon w a newfound niche-ish kink (?)

BOKUTO K. + EATING HIS OWN CUM —

c/w: f. reader; creampie/breeding kink; pussy eating; bo is a fiend & eats his own cum (snowsleding); praise kink; overstim

bokuto’s really into recycling his cum <3

bokuto knows one thing — to breed // to rut into you until he stuffs you full of his cum // only to lick up his mess // cleaning your pretty pussy of his load just for him to use over n over // loves to hear you whine // feel you twitch away from his hot mouth because “it’s just t-too much, ‘tarou.”

—

his arms wrap tight around your waist as he humps your ass, almost mounting you. your mouth hangs open, gone boneless and puddle-brained under his giant body as he practically brutalizes that sweet, spongy spot. it’s cute, he thinks, how he has to hold you up just to fuck you properly.

bokuto leans back, keeping one hand on the back of your neck to keep your chest pressed into the soft sheets and your back arched all prettily for him. his sweet girl, making his plump balls all shiny and sticky with how wet she is for him.

“come on, baby, just one more,” he pants, rutting into you faster. he’s so close — aching to feel your sweet pussy clench and milk his cock. “you can do that, can’t you? you can be my good girl, touch that little clit ‘n cum for me. play with your pussy, let me feel it.”

it only takes a few rubs over your swollen clit to have you creaming around him with a sob, eyes crossing and drool soaking the pillow under your cheek. the way you clamp down on him, so tight he can barely move, finally tips him over the edge, heavy cock twitching and stuffing your greedy cunt with his cum.

“yeah, that’s my good girl.” his praises are soft as he pants in the comedown. “y’look so cute when you cum, so fuckin cute on my cock.”

gently, he pulls out — heart clenching at your muffled whimper from the sudden emptiness —and sits back. with his cock sticky against his thigh, he admires your cunt, rawed and gaping from how his fat cock stretched you out, how it leaks with his thick cum.

your head’s still fuzzy, body trembling, and you don’t even realize before the flat of his tongue is laving over the soft lips of your cunt, his drool making it even more slippery. the heady mix of cum is intoxicating as bokuto laps it up, lips buzzing against your skin with his rumbly moans.

you whine and squirm from the overstim but his hold on your hips is strong, keeping you still as he licks his cum from your twitchy, achy little hole — cleaning you just so he can stuff you nice n full again. <//3

[a-boca-do-inferno]

good girl (john milton x reader) [request]

summary: He was obviously, impertinently handsome, and you were pretty sure it only made him more dangerous.

warnings: light smut, dubcon-ish

words: 1.2k

notes: heads up: dubcon warning is annoyingly subjective and up to your interpretation im sorry. i mean the guy is literally the devil what else could i do lol anyways. its a bit confusing but nsfw so im excused <3 enjoy!

You blinked once, trying to grasp what was going on. Suddenly everything around you was blurry and big, dark orbs were all you could see, piercing through your soul as they scanned you up and down. You felt long, thick fingers travel to the hem of your skirt, threatening to get under it. As John took a step closer, wetness greeted your underwear and you blushed terribly. His scent was strong, intoxicating, like some sort of pheromone. It pushed you to the edge, literally; causing you to stumble backwards slightly, leaning against the table behind you both.  

“Careful there, sweetheart”, he coos and you let your eyes fall shut, feeling overwhelmed by his tight grip on your body. John smirks, noticing his striking effect on you. “You like that, huh?”

Your flustered cheeks get even hotter. “Hmm, yes...”, it’s all you can master with words. 

The air was getting into your lungs with some difficulty now, as your breathing cut off at the smallest movement of his fingertips on your skin. You opened your eyes again and suddenly the whole room was dim with only his figure visible to you, as if a spotlight was pointed at him from above. You felt somewhat dizzy and the heat on your face grew stronger by the minute, enough to form the sweat dripping off your neck. Despite your confounded state, you lifted your hand to try and clean it, but John caught your wrist mid-air, going at the salty liquid to lick it off, his cold tongue causing your hairs to stand on end.  

You blinked shocked and aroused, pressing your lips when he made a trail with his tongue all the way up to your jaw, biting at it for good measure. His calloused hands went up to cup your breasts next, squeezing them ever so slightly, and you couldn’t help but blurt out a loud moan. He let out a deep, satisfied chuckle at your response, putting you closer to him so your mouths were almost brushing against one another.  

“Good girl”, he mocked, slowly unbuttoning your shirt.  

“(y/n), will you take this to Kevin?”, you jumped a little when your coworker approached your desk, handing you an envelope. You stared at her with a light blush on your face, trying to forget the torrid thoughts you were having just then. With a nod, you took the document, already getting up from your seat. She looked sternly at you, “don’t take too long, we have another case in a few hours.”  

“Alright.” 

Taking a deep breath, you made your way to Kevin’s office, hugging the document against you protectively. It was only your second month working for Milton, Chadwick & Waters, so you couldn’t deny you still felt a little nervous from time to time. You were competent and did your work very well, however, because of the huge prestige the company held, you couldn’t help but feel a bit inadequate in that environment.  

Maybe it was due to your humble roots, as you had to struggle and really persist to follow into the law career; all you knew is that you’d probably be forever grateful for John Milton’s faith in your skills. As a young attorney with little experience, you were used to big law firms’ rejection, despite your flawless record, so of course getting this job was a pleasant surprise. High pressure as well, sure, but you could get used to it, too. You’d already been through much worse, arguably. 

“Come in, (y/n)”, Kevin waves at your head peeking out the door. He is talking to someone on the telephone, but his eyes are on you for the rest of his conversation. “Okay, we can talk about that in person. I can’t really understand anything you’re saying right now. Talk to my secretary and she’ll schedule you. Bye”, he puts the phone down, then points to the envelope still pressed close to your chest. He smiles a bit, “is that for me?” 

“Yes, sorry”, you come to him, feeling embarrassed at your sheepish behaviour. Something about the men in this place just got you really uneasy and self-conscious, you didn’t quite know why. “Here you go”, you hand him the document. 

“Thank you.”  

You turned to leave, walking back to your own office. The giant windows to your side caught your eye and you contemplated the great view of New York City, completely immersed in your thoughts. When you stared ahead again, your steps came to a screeching halt before you almost bumped into John Milton. His shoulder still briefly made contact with yours, making him stop in his own tracks to take a look at you with his signature charming smirk.  

“You look spooked there, sweetheart”, he states visibly amused, holding you by the shoulders in a surprisingly gentle manner. His warm gaze hovered your features intently for a moment as he continued, “you okay?” 

“Yeah!”, you replied instantly, a little taken aback by the kindness in his tone. He wasn’t exactly cold with you, but that was probably the first time he ever actually acknowledged your existence after hiring you. With a shy smile, you added, “I’m sorry. I’ve just been a bit distracted lately, it seems.” 

“Oh, forget it”, he waved dismissively, patting at your arms afterwards. “Just be careful not to trip and fall, you never know who may be around to catch you”, his voice sounded light-hearted, yet the look in his eyes was strangely malicious.  

Sly.  

It was somewhat disturbing. Underneath all the charisma, John often came off as borderline haunting to you, even though you’d only really held a conversation with him twice. You just couldn’t help but feel a slight shiver whenever he was around, as if his presence itself changed the whole atmosphere. He had a dense, intense personality. You supposed that came with money and power, although you couldn’t imagine John Milton any other way, even when — or if ever — he was poor.  

Perhaps men like him simply had this frighteningly authority about them, you mused to yourself, choosing to believe it wasn’t anything orchestrated on his part. He was never offensive or unpleasant with you or anyone else, it seemed, as everyone in the firm loved him, so maybe it was nothing but a misconception of yours. Still, you shuddered under his almost forceful glance, deep brown eyes as dark as they ever were. Adding to his magnetism, he was also obviously, impertinently handsome, and you were pretty sure it only made him more dangerous.  

You couldn’t avoid the heat on your face at these observations, immediately staring at the floor to escape his engulfing presence. Suddenly your whole body was boiling hot and his touch somehow burned at your skin as his hands remained on your shoulders, a sudden urge of arousal coming over you at that simple contact.  

“I...”, you gulped, smiling sheepishly as you got out of his grasp. If John noticed your silent distancing, he either didn’t care or didn’t show it, remaining with his agonizingly constant stare at your every movement. You cleared your throat, finally regaining your posture. “I better go now, still have some work for the day.” 

“Don’t let me stop you”, he hums, going to the side to make way for you to pass, and you only nod in response. As you took the first step to walk off, John whispered close to your ear, “good girl.” 

[violetnotez]

Showering with the jjk guys

I dont feel like I properly made fic content in so long, so I have come to feed my JJK babes!

Characters: Megumi, Inumaki, Itadori (I had no energy to deal with writing for Gojo’s bullshit Im sorry lmaoooo)

Warnings: its slice of life, nothing bad-ish!

Megumi

“My head hurts, Megumi.”

Megumi grumbled, his cheeks burning red as he scrubbed soap onto your scalp.

“Well maybe if you hadn’t ran around in the rain, we wouldn’t be in this position,”

He could see how miserable you looked right now, head heavy and eyes dropping. You skin felt warm to the touch, even though the water was no where near enough to make you that hot. You were really hit with sickness today, and even though you demanded to take a shower, Megumi didn’t trust you not to hurt yourself. He had planned to just sit on the toilet and hand you your towel when you were done....but in your close-to-drunk sick state you had whined for him to join you.

You gave him a pout, eyes heavy with pain from your head. “But, I like the rain...it was fun,”

Megumi couldn’t help but smile, your voice sounding just like a little kid who was trying to justify their actions.

“But was it worth it though?”

He shouldn’t have known you would still be stubborn as hell, even sick-you opened your mouth to take an inhale of air, readying to defend your actions from the day prior that put you in this hell.

“-Just tilt your head back,” Megumi directed, forcing you to numbly listen to his order.

He worked all the suds out of your hair, his delicate fingers careful to make sure none of the soap reached your eyes.

He took careful focus to keep his eye on you, too terrified that if he looked anywhere but your face that you would catch him and poke fun at his blush (maybe it was because you were sick and not thinking straight from the concoction of medicines he had fed you, but you were way too comfortable in this situation compared to him, in his opinion).

He worked out the last of the soap, satisfied that you were all ready to get out of the shower.

“Alright, I’m going to get you towel and your-hungh-“

You interrupted him by wrapping your arms around his torso, head nuzzled into his collarbone. He could hear your breath out a sigh of relief, your lashes tickling his skin as the water trickled down your back. Your skin felt warm against his own, but it was comfortable, like having his own personal heater.

“Five more minutes, please?” You mumbled out, your lips barely grazing his pale skin.

Megumi felt his heart palpitate with a frenzy, eyes wide and cheeks a dangerous red hue.

You really needed to warn him when you did stuff like that.

He finally realized he wasn’t holding you back, his arms slowly closing around your body. Megumi sighed with a slight roll to his eyes, pretending to be exasperated as he rubbed circled against your shoulder blade.

“Fine, I guess....”

Inumaki

Inumaki currently had his head resting on your chest, the bathtub thankfully large enough to fit you both comfortably. He was practically glued to you, soft white hair cradled on your collarbone, hands wrapped tightly around your waist.

It was about 1 am, both of you staying up to binge watch random shows together until you realized the time. Toge had yawned, stretching his arms out to you in a motion that meant “cuddle me”. Even though he looked adorably irresistible, eyelids droopy and white hair ruffled from laying in your lap, you had insisted for him to bathe before bed.

Of course, he was quite stubborn, a defiant “Tuna” spilling from his lips as he shook his head vigorously.

Sometimes, you had to admit, he could be too clingy to you-but you didn’t really mind. You suggested for you to both bathe together, something that made him jump with excitement.

Even though you had in the bath with him for way longer than anticipated, it was quite relaxing, Inumaki’s chest rising and falling against your skin with each breathe.

You picked up your dominant hand, the motion sending a cascade of water droplets to splash back into the bath. You smoothed a few of the strands stuck to his forehead, a small, sweet smile enveloping on his face.

“Don’t go sleeping on me, Toge,” you joked, watching as his thick eyelashes fluttered opened.

Inumaki’s violet eyes squinted slightly in determination, doing nothing to hide the sleepiness as one corner of his mouth raised.

It was like he was telling you I won’t, but yet-he looked exhausted.

You smiled again, caressing the small marking on the right side of his face.

“Cmon, Toge, lets get out-“ you began, but were interrupted by a small huff as he squeezed your sides even tighter, like a child unwilling to give up their favorite stuffed animal.

“I...don’t-want to,” he said slowly, choosing his words carefully, eyes fluttering close as he cuddled himself into the crook of your neck.

You sighed, unable to be exasperated with him.

Why was he able to be that damn cute?

You softly patted the top of his head, resting your cheeks against his hair.

“How about 5 more minutes?” You asked, feeling him stiffen at your proposition.

“10.”

You sighed, knowing full well you wouldn’t be able to win against him. Once Toge began to negotiate, he would become incredibly stubborn and couldn’t be budged.

“Fine...” you gave in, a tired smile on your lips as you began to close your exhausted eyelids, “10 more minutes....”

Itadori

Your hands were covering your face, digits balled up loosely as you felt the warm water splash against your bare skin. You were smiling, but that smile was a one that was laced with a wobbling composure-you were practically mortified.

How the hell did you somehow let Yuuji convince you to do this?

Yeah, you two had been dating for a while, and of course you felt comfortable around Yuuji, he gave you no reason not to be...but it still just felt strange. Being naked in front of your boyfriend, who was also naked....it just felt so intimate that you couldn’t seem to face it head on just yet.

Large palms enclosed around your wrists, the flesh gentle against your skin.

“Hey, you okay?,” Yuuji comforted, his voice reassuring and soft as the water sprinkled against the white linoleum walls. His thumb ran soothing circles against your skin, his voice light and airy as if a chuckle was about to erupt out of his chest.

“- you don’t have to be scared around me, you know that, right?”

You could hear that reassuring smile in his voice, his words like warm honey as it tingled down your back.

You mustered enough strength to peak through your dampened lash line, fingers subtly separating from their tight fists as you kept your eyes glued on Yuuji, trying desperately to not look down.

Yuuji did the same, that bright smile growing even wider the moment you actually looked at him and seemed to be a bit more at ease.

You gave him a small smirk, showing to him you were more confident in yourself even though that sheepish look was plastered all over your face.

But strangely, you noticed his eyes grow like a deer in headlights, brown orbs slightly widen and chest elevating as if he had the sudden urge that he couldn’t breathe.

You blinked a few water droplets back, your lips parting in concern.

“-Uh, Yuuji, you okay?” you asked, your turn to be concerned as your boyfriend looked at you with redden cheeks, a small smile tugging at his lips.

“Yeah, yeah-“ he mumbled out, an embarrassed chuckle cascading off his lips, “It’s just -

“-you’re so pretty when you look at me like that,”

[ecoamerica]

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