#apologizing and then even crying a lil lmao

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Me BSing hcs like: The fact that Kae is not only able to create a shield when he is dangerously low HP but also the fact that he is able to regenerate HP when he hits opponents with Frostgnaw is definitely due to him receiving his Vision when Diluc had tried to kill him in their Confrontation...but could it be possible that his familial ties to the Abyss Order could have influenced that HP drain of his-

[chrollohearttags]

face to face • nanami kento

synopsis: a steamy rendezvous with your boss and lover becomes even more complicated when he decides to answer a phone call from the last person you wanted him to.

content + themes: infidelity/affairs, backshots, hair pulling, toxic relationship with reader + gojo, alcohol use, praise kink, slight foot play, squirting, pussy eating, pleasure dom nanaminnn (and he’s a lil toxic too), ofc reader calls him daddy

word count: 3.5K

📝: so this lil hc is gonna take on a mind of its own I see 🌚 LMAO y’all enjoy though. Like I’m really ready to make an entire story out of this. Tell me if y’all are team Gojo or team Nanami.

── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ.─── ── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.

“I’ll be back in a bit. Don’t wait up for me..”

the text bubble going from lime green to bright blue in a matter of seconds as it was delivered..the contact on the other end more than likely wouldn’t even acknowledge it until hours later, you were certain of it. All but betting on the fact that it’d be left on read as well. A clear sign of how pretentious and petty they were..the culprit in question was none other than your boyfriend of three years, Satoru Gojo. A term you used rather sparingly nowadays; due in part to the fact that he hadn’t been much of one in the past year or so. To the majority of others around you, your union could be described as nothing more than mere goals. Your friends would constantly talk the two of you up and confess that they were jealous of the fact that you had bagged such a handsome, fine, sweetheart of a boyfriend. However, as the age old cliche stated..looks were rather deceiving and behind closed doors, your relationship was in utter turmoil. Arguments by day and steamy make up sex by night; doing very little to compensate for the pain he put you through. Hearing stories about how he was at the club with this girl or caught texting that one. Granted, you knew he was the quintessential playboy type when you first made his acquaintance and although he promised you were different, vowing to prove so if you gave him the chance..it was merely another one of his many lies. It didn’t take long before the chivalrous facade dropped and he revealed his true colors. There wasn’t much he had to offer nowadays and quite frankly, you were going through the motions; living as mere roommates if anything.

however, you had begun to find solace elsewhere. In the arms of another man, who just so happened to be much closer than anyone would ever expect! No more were the nights of crying yourself to sleep when you were cradled in the arms of none other than your boss and newfound lover:

“Kento…hi, baby…”

“(Y/N), my love. You look absolutely stunning. Please..come in.”

Nanami Kento, the newly appointed chairman and chief operating officer of SorceTech, the biomedical engineering conglomerate that you had been employed at for the better part of three years. A Fortune 500 company with an excellent reputation and it couldn’t have been in better hands in terms of leadership. Kento was a man of few words but one of integrity, promise and strong conviction. He had vowed to serve this company to the best of his ability and ensure that every employee was treated with dignity and respect under his authority. Not only that, he planned to implement all sorts of helpful changes and he stuck true to that. Regardless of the adversity, he stood on his words at all times. It was just a few of the redeemable qualities that drew you towards him. And once he appointed you as his faithful executive assistant, it was only a matter of time before that beautiful professional relationship blossomed into something more. The attraction was almost instantaneous..how could it not be when you were so perfect? Hence the reason he didn’t seem to care when you told him you had a boyfriend, especially one that hadn’t treated you with the utmost care and respect. His only response: “my apologies, I figured that you’d be seeking a husband by now. Three years with no proposal sounds like a mere waste of time to me.” It was that sentiment alone that solidified the fact that Kento..regardless of technicalities, was your true soulmate.

so whilst Satoru was out doing God knows what on this lovely Friday evening, here you were enjoying the company of the dashing blonde, who had so gently taken your hand as he ushered you over the threshold of his high rise condominium. Placing a soft peck atop the knuckles before pulling you into his barreled chest. Sporting an oceanic blue suede robe and matching slippers, Kento curled you in his grasp and initiated a brief makeout session, one that had your heart thumping through your flesh. It was the same sensation he invoked every time you two met like this. The sheer thrill of being in love with someone who reciprocated it but the possibility of being caught also lingered on your mind. He knew there was no time to squander, so without any more words being exchanged, he’d deepened those pecks..slowly and delicately gliding those spaghetti straps of your silk dress, peppering the skin with kisses on the way down. The scent of vanilla wafting through his nostrils as he inhaled your perfume. Soon, his lips would make home against the sensitive crook of your neck..where he had placed kisses several times. Slowly but surely, you two became one, right there in the comfort of his living room. It was something he’d never grow tired of, even if you were meeting under less than ideal circumstances. Naturally, he would’ve loved it if you were coming over as his woman and not one he had had to share. Especially when he knew the other man didn’t deserve you whatsoever. He was more than aware of Satoru’s reputation. Hell, he knew him long before you did so it baffled Kento when he popped up with someone like you on his arm. He knew it could only lead to disaster in the long run because he was a pretentious manwhore. Only considering himself in the grand scheme of things…

hence why any guilt absolved when he got you alone and licked every inch of your skin, undressing you along the way. He knew you wouldn’t or couldn’t leave him anytime soon nor would he ask such a thing. Old habits were hard to break and when you spent three long years living with and curating a life with someone, up and leaving wasn’t always a menial task. There were so many times you wanted to walk away, leave and just never look back. But he dragged you back in..even though the feelings were no longer there, you couldn’t part ways. So whilst you were in his arms, he’d make your nights much easier. Bringing you joy and true love when possible.

“I’ve missed you..” “You just saw me at work, Kento.” Giggling into his ear as his hands grabbed your breasts and made subtle squeezes. Even so, it had been a few hours too long since he’d felt you and that wouldn’t suffice. “And I thought about you all day long.” By this time, your bra had hit the floor and they were exposed to the crisp air radiating from the AC. That skin tight ensemble shuffled around your torso and your top half left completely nude. That’s when you’d feel his muscly arm hook around your waist and scoop you into his grasp, prompting you to place your arms on his neck so he could carry to the bedroom. The entire trek there was filled with sloppy, slow pecks..ones that continued as he laid you flat on the mattress, allowing your back to mesh with the cushy linen. Your limbs soon tangled into a heap of passion..touching, caressing and stroking one another’s flesh. Your fingertips lingering on the sides of his smoothly shaven, chiseled jawline whilst his own delicately toyed with your upper body. Running those digits along the curvature of your hips and waist, planting gentle kisses on the way down. But not before suckling on your nipples, just to watch your reaction.

“You always did like when I do that..”

“Yes, I love it..and I love you.”

taunting you with deviant glares and light chuckles as those lips trailed further south, eventually reaching your mound. Where he’d tear away those thin panty strings with his teeth and discard them..it was blatantly obvious that he wasn’t here to play around tonight. He wanted you, needed you even and desperately. It didn’t matter if you’d go back home to your sorry boyfriend afterwards or if you told him you loved him and didn’t mean it. Right now, his one true desire and wish was to please you.

“Yeah? Well I’m a man that believes in actions over words so I’ll be glad to prove just how much….I love you.”

and it was with that declaration, Kento dove head first between your slightly parted thighs. He’d pry them wide open on his way down, licking each one with a long, dredged glide until he reached that center. Which was already glistening with slick..just awaiting his touch. Whilst at work today, you couldn’t keep your mind off of him! His cologne, his attire..all of it was getting you hot and bothered. You wanted to snatch him up from his meeting and ride him to kingdom come, right there atop his desk. You even wore something extra revealing just to capture his attention and he’d certainly noticed because when you bent down to retrieve a pen, he’d run a hand up your leg and squeeze your asscheek lightly. It was the subtle flirtation throughout the day that made these steamy late night hookups all the more fun!

“Here, give me your hands, my love.” Giving you a tone of absolute reassurance that he’d take care of you. Clasping your fingers together as one, (y/n) kept those legs to either side and allowed him room to maneuver. Kento loved when you kept your heels on. It was something so sensual about the YSL heels and diamond anklet he gifted you, drudging across his back as he ate you out. He’d start with gentle kitten licks; getting his bearings before going full fledged. He’d part those fat little pussy lips his tongue, letting the tip graze your clit, which made you tremble. It didn’t take long before you’d hear the sound of slurping noises arise from his mouth. He’d snatch his left hand away for just a moment to pull them further apart and dive nose deep into that flesh. Before proceeding to let you clench it for comfort once more. He’d latch onto that swollen little bud and suck until that slick began to dribble down his chin. A sloppy, nasty mess of his saliva and your arousal mixing around in his mouth. He was absolutely enamored with pleasing you..it was his one and only priority, to ensure that you were satisfied. He’d stay down there, bobbing his head up and down until you began to convulse, attempting to push away but you’d only wind up grinding yourself against his face.

“Aaaah! Ken….I’m gonna come, baby..”

But to your dismay, he couldn’t allow that just yet. As much as he wanted to see you reach your ultimate bliss, he wasn’t coming up until he felt like it. Switching to a combination of fingers and lips, Kento would work your little cunt over until he felt that tight squeeze before tugging those digits out and placing them into your mouth. Hoping to pacify you for a moment. The quintessential give and take he was working towards drove you insane. “You taste so fucking good, my love. I can never get enough of you.” He’d resume his teasing, now with that thumb pad pressing to your clit and tracing tiny circles. He’d rotate it around until he felt you clamping down and that’s when he’d allow you to finally reach your peak.

“..come.”

the only word he’d utter before you wet him up with a stream of juices, that he’d happily drink. If that philandering asshole wasn’t man enough to appreciate you, he’d gladly take on the role! Still coming down from that climatic high, (y/n) trembled against the crisp white sheets, crying from the immense pleasure. He’d brush the side of your face whilst feeding you soft kisses to calm you down. Tasting yourself with slow pecks…moaning into your mouth. He was so infatuated with you, loving every moment that you got to spend together. In a quick, swift motion; his frame pressed gently against your own, Kento would lean up only by a hair’s breadth to ease inside of you, mumbling against your lips to stare into your eyes as he became one with you. “Look at me, baby. Look at me..”

Whispering softly with a sweet tone. He always made you feel so safe and secure when you made love. A lot more than what could be said for the man you laid next to every night. Kento eventually eased himself inside..tip and then carefully, inch by inch, you became one. Your back arching immediately.. “..oh God. Kent..take me, please.” Pleading with your arms and legs coiling his entire frame. Eventually, he’d feed you slow, deep strokes. Each one calculated and careful to ensure that you felt the pleasure you desperately deserved. After about five or so thrusts, he’d shift his head for your faces to meet. It was his favorite view in the entire world..staring at literal perfection whilst being inside what felt like heaven. “..you’re so warm..and tight, angel.” Admitting in a breathy huff, gritting his teeth and trying to maintain his composure. He couldn’t understand for the life of him why that fucking idiot would ever treat you less than that of a goddess, less known be unfaithful. Not when your pussy was this damn good..was he insane?! Regardless, Kento enjoyed his time wisely with you. “But you’ll let me stretch it out, won’t you? He pushed that idiot out of his mind and pressed his cock further between your spongy walls..even drumming up sloshing noises; your slick forming a thin membrane between his thighs. “Fuck…yes!—that dick feels so good.” Confessing in a soft whimper, crying from the intense pleasure. To which he’d quickly quell you..gliding a thumb underneath your eyes to wipe the tears away. Placing that thumb into your mouth shortly thereafter.. “..shh..it’s okay. Don’t cry. I know it’s a lot but you take me so well. You’re doing so good, baby. Just relax.” Praising you without so much as a second thought. It came naturally when you made him feel like a new man. Pressing a palm to your forehead, Kento glared into your eyes before shoving his tongue into your mouth for another kiss. Legs coiling his back as those hips rammed into your center. The collision of your flesh causes a recoil and clapping noises to fill the room. He could feel himself twitching and pulsating inside of that pussy..throbbing and waiting to burst..those feelings were like none other. And needless to say, your boss was loving every single, solitary second. Removing those shoes as he noticed the tension in your legs, Kento began to knead his fingers into your calves to ensure they didn’t cramp up from the constant motion. Your anklet dangling by his ear and his wristwatch refracting from the light whilst he rubbed on your feet.

“You’re so close..so am I, sweetheart. But I don’t want to come just yet. I still need to savor you a little while longer.”

blurting out the sentiment while gliding his lips over your ankle, toes and top of your foot. His tongue delicately glides over them, popping a couple into his mouth to suck on. If this man didn’t stop, you were going to be living in his fucking skin! But shortly after, you’d feel his already sluggish thrusts completely halt and that’s when he’d pull out. Prompting you to turn over and arch your back. That plump ass was no joke either but if he took one more glance at that gorgeous face, nothing would’ve stopped him from nutting all in that pussy. This way, he had a tad bit more control. Once you were on all fours, arms underneath your head, he’d tease that throbbing cock against your folds before gliding it back in. Causing you to grip the sheets on instinct. Your face remained buried in the pillowy mattress top when those thrusts resumed. It took only mere seconds to regather his bearings but once he had his pace back, he’d continue fucking you senseless..thrashing you around and watching that ass jiggle with each movement. “G-ahh! Fuck…your body is so beautiful. I can stare at it forever.” Doting on you with that dick nestled deep between your folds. Keeping his palm pressed to the small of your back and ever so gently, slipping his thumb in between our cheeks; eventually pressing into that other aching hole. “God and you’re such a mess..so fucking wet. I won’t be able to hold out much longer.” Layers of silky cream began to form all over that shaft. He couldn’t take much more but he’d persist a bit longer; playing the long game to ensure that you were more than satisfied. Clawing into the crisp linen, (y/n) rolled your hips and threw your ass back against him, meeting each of those strokes. “Oooh shit..you’re fucking me so good, daddy. Thank you so much.” Crying out through sucked teeth and trembling lips. Just then, his tempo faltered just a bit from hearing your words. Especially at being called such a name.

“Mmph..don’t tell me that, sweetheart. I might not ever let you leave.”

suddenly, you’d feel a light grasp on your throat and your head tug back before the warmth of his breath cast over your ear. “I mean, you’re mine after all…this pussy, this beautiful body..your heart. It all belongs to me. I don’t care about him..you’re mine. Daddy’s the only one you need.”

reaffirming both you and himself as he sped up momentarily, just enough to bring you right to the edge. It was almost as if his strokes were calculated. Intricately maneuvering inside of you to prod at your spot but not press too hard in hopes of inducing an orgasm. He could hear you whimpering and even asking him for permission to come. “Shh..not yet, not yet.” But he had to wait for the right moment to allow it. And it would seem that the ideal timing would arrive when you heard the faint buzzing of a phone..your eyes were squeezed shut and your face was once again planted in the mattress; completely unaware of what was about to transpire. Hearing a soft chuckle emit from Kento, you didn’t even have time to process what was going on when you felt a hand coiling your hair and pulling your head up.

“But I think now is as good of a time as any..” with you right on the brink of climatic collapse, he’d continue pounding at an almost drill-like speed, imploring you to let go any time you felt like it. To which you didn’t disappoint!..those sheets instantly flooded with your stream of juices. You’d find yourself quivering and convulsing uncontrollably after holding back for so long. “OH MY GOD!—FUCK!” Screaming out in pure bliss, even whimpering as if you had been completely broken. You couldn’t even contain yourself; it was so immensely powerful. But alas, that moment of ecstasy would soon be coupled by the satisfaction of revenge when you’d hear the faint crackling of a secondary voice, yelling and cursing..one that was rather familiar, with a mortified face to match! Having just come to the realization of what your lover was up to, you’d peer down underneath you and see your phone illuminated and in the midst of a phone call. You’d reach for it and attempt to answer but to no avail…it was too late to cover up your tracks. “Satoru! What is it?—“ However, that wasn’t all…you could see a small box in the corner with a photo of your own reflection..but on the main screen?

“Where the fuck are you, (y/n)?! What are you doing?!”

was your very irate and unhappy ‘boyfriend’ Satoru, who had just possibly witnessed something no man would ever want to: his lady getting off at another man’s hands. More so specifically, one he knew personally. But there was no love lost or friendship between the two of them, considering the pain that he had caused you beforehand. So it came as no surprise that Kento was going to take much pride in answering his questions. Cupping you by your throat once more, he’d twist your head around to plant a kiss atop your temple.

“For God sakes, Satoru. Stop yelling. She’s exactly where she should be..with me, where she belongs.”

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[sminiac]

Piwon after an argument 👉🏾👈🏾 -Kyokopi

💌 — I’m sure it’s just bc I started my period but I’ve been so fucking sad lmao, thought now would be a good time to write a lil angst HEHE

⋆ Y. Keeho

Gen overview — He moves around your space very cautiously, slow in a way, like he’s scared of his presence being fully perceived. I feel it’s one of the very few times he isn’t tackling the problem when both of your wounds are so fresh in fear of further irritating them due to his eagerness that could come off as pushy or bitter. Forces himself to endure the silence, the lack of acknowledging each other’s presence even in close proximity, it hurts but he knows everyone processes things differently, including the timeframe of how long that’ll take.

Reconnecting — Truthfully, normally it doesn’t take very long before either of you come back with a “I’m sorry” at the ready, it’s never a you or him situation, in fact a lot of the time it doesn’t matter, the most essential part is communicating, which also consists of a lot of tears- but there’s something so sweet about being able to let go like that with someone else, sharing another one of your most vulnerable moments with each other, gaining an understanding of how his brain works in a way no one else can.

Remainder of members under the cut!

⋆ C. Taeyang

Gen overview — Forces himself to apologize first because he knows if he doesn’t, it’ll just never come. Puts his struggles to the side for you but that doesn’t mean it’s easy, he goes through with it though, and although the process is sore and sometimes difficult the outcome is always worth it. He’s good with noting his own faults and the crowding of his ego that he has to overcome, it’s just the daunting task of reconciling, what if it isn’t so easy? What if you won’t accept his explanation? Would another disagreement arise? Learns that a simple ‘I’m sorry’ with a genuine sense of humility is worth a lot more than he thought it would have.

Reconnecting — This is where Theo’s feelings really show, fighting can be exhausting, and you can tell by the look on his face- even his body language, that he’s really drained and sad now that there’s no other emotions left to cloud over. The most he asks is just allow him to be by your side. Showers or baths together are usually taken after. You don’t need to shower him in gifts or written letters conveying your regret, but you can wash his hair for him, massage his arms and back the way he likes while he hugs you under the comforting stream of hot water.

⋆ C. Jiung

Gen overview — The quickest to feeling irritated if he deems your behaviour as ‘excessive’, but don’t let that intimidate you, he gradually comes to his senses, just give it a minute or two for the bad feelings to settle down. Opposed to Keeho, Jiung isn’t so quick to feel the need to apologize or talk it out, he puts himself at quite the distance, buries his head in work to keep him distracted from the guilt, or the fear of having over done it this time. Coming back to each other is always the most fragile part, the culmination of all the hurtful moments make for quite the emotional reconnection. Apologies are always mutual, you dissect things with each other.

Reconnecting — Jiung’s typically more on the serious side, but after seeing you so upset it’s like a need to allow his silly side to slip. Puts away any distractions and focuses all of his attention on you! Do you wanna go get a drink? He doesn’t want you dehydrated after all those tears. Crying makes you tired, do you want to take a nap? Crying makes you hungry, do you want to go grab some food? He’ll pay, anything you want. Crying makes your nose stuffy, what about a walk outside?

⋆ H. Intak

Gen overview — Feels his emotions very deeply, they almost overtake his entire being, when he’s frustrated there’s not really a filter there to keep his mouth from running away which splits the two of you off, if you’re reactive he’s like gasoline to your fire. It doesn’t happen often, arguing or the spitefulness, he’s normally good with managing his emotions in a healthy way, so he’s extremely regretful when it gets out of hand and the both of you are upset with the other. Exudes penitence to the fullest extent when he’s coming to you with a tearful apology, holds you, just wants to hold you. The feeling of someone crying while being close to them always makes me emotional, it’s just such a deep, inexplicable connection, and that’s exactly how it is with him.

Reconnecting — Very physical and vocal after you’ve both settled. Intak will remain as close to you as possible without actually touching you, scared that his clinginess will be too much until you’re the one initiating it, and every few minutes he’ll try talk to you about anything that interests you, because if you’re talking then surely you’re okay. He’s so puppy, asking: “That new bubble tea place you’ve been talking about is opened, do you want to go soon?” “What happened to that shirt you’ve been looking for? Did you find it? Should we go get you a new one instead?” “We should go to an aquarium, you can dress all pretty so I can take pictures.”

⋆ H. Shota

Gen overview — Learning how to be supportive and respectful of each other’s functions is definitely a process, but it makes you all the more closer with Soul. Not being familiar with these intricacies prior to your arrival in his life means that he does struggle with admitting his own feelings. Soul tends to catch the wavelength of your discontent quickly and immediately molds himself to fulfill whatever your needs are, in doing so he unintentionally disregards his own. He’s at your every word, but he also needs someone who will be there for him just as willingly. Apologizing is easy, he’s quick to admit his mistakes and really takes the time to understand you even if he didn’t to begin with, but he is a little hesitant when asking something of you, all he needs is a little encouragement and reassurance that he deserves just the same treatment.

Reconnecting — Things transition back to normal very smoothly, the both of you silently agree to do your best to end the day off on a good note, which doesn’t take a lot, and by the time you’re in each others arms on the verge of falling asleep it’s like nothing ever happened. Soul’s just very.. you can never outright tell what he’s thinking or what he’s about to do, so even as you’re talking it out in the end, your argument is settled once he says or does something silly because once the both of you are laughing there’s no way the seriousness of the situation could be dragged on for any longer. He’ll kiss you with a big pretty smile, adding on a final “I’m sorry stinky”.

⋆ K. Jongseob

Gen overview — He hates nothing more than the tense atmosphere that post arguments have, and the thing that gets to him the most is not being able to approach you like nothing happened. He knows your feelings are hurt. His are too, but god does he ever miss feeling you curled into him, giggling with each other about stupid things no one else would understand. The silence and ignoring each other only ever lingers for so long, usually he breaks it by pulling you into him when you least expect it, quickly subjecting you to his kisses and a near constant reiteration of how sorry he is for being mean. He snaps out of things quite fast, because he can’t bear the thought of your day going sour because of him, so he does his best to make up for it.

Reconnecting — Immediately tells you how silly he thinks it is to be so upset like this in an attempt to wipe away any negative feelings that were left behind, because he wants to be with you until not even the existence of your souls can live on, why dwell on something so trivial? Why feed into it any more than you have to? Seob likes keeping you busy after, is it odd that he suddenly wants to build things together in your Minecraft world? Maybe a little, but it’s hard to say no when he’s suggesting you make a day out of it with snacks and cuddling included.

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Update, after listening to my Laufey playlist and writing Seob’s ‘reconnecting’ bit I’m not as sad, just hungry.

ANOTHER UPDATE I ATE AND NOW I FEEL NAUSEOUS ???? I CANNOT WIN.

[poebot]

“Toxic” Ellabs / F!Reader Part 1 | Part 2

summary: Ellie, your on-again off-again girlfriend, can’t seem to leave you alone. Abby is tired of watching you get hurt.

tags/warnings: this is mostly sfw! mentions of alcohol, ellie gets a lil handsy but that’s about it lmao

a/n: i go feral for the idea of hot women fighting over me so take this. on a more civilised note lemme know if you wanna see this continued in a part 2! apologies for any spelling mistakes ^_^

Your relationship with Ellie wasn’t what most would describe as healthy. You shared a bad habit of repeatedly breaking up and getting together again, always weak to her grand gestures and ‘I miss you’ texts. It was an endless cycle that neither of you seemed interested in breaking, but you had promised Abby and Dina that this time, this was it. You were done with her. Done with the constant flirting with other girls, with the endless arguments over her jealously problems, with the mess she’d leave your apartment in. You were done with it all.

Tonight was supposed to exemplify that; a trip to the club with your closest friends to celebrate your newfound freedom. You had put on your skimpiest dress (10/10 from Dina. Abby offered an approving thumbs up with minimal eye contact.) and had styled your hair and makeup just the way you liked it. Tonight was about forgetting about Ellie. And maybe finding someone cute to smash faces with, also in an effort to forget Ellie.

After one too many shots, you found yourself abandoning the group to go dance. You tried to coax the girls to join you, but Dina insisted they’d stay put and keep an eye out for you. They watched from a distance as your hands caressed your body, your tight dress clinging to your curves just right.

“She’s going to be the death of me.” Abby groaned, turning to face the bar. Being hopelessly in love with one of your best friends sucked, but it sucked even worse when said best friend was pining after a girl who didn’t treat her right. Every time you’d call her crying about Ellie, she had to physically fight the urge to shake you. To tell you that she was right here and would never make you feel this way. She hated Ellie Williams with everything in her. Dina pouted, rubbing Abby’s arm reassuringly and pushed a glass of whiskey into her hands.

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Your eyes were closed tightly, enjoying the fuzzy feeling of being tipsy when you felt a pair of large hands snake their way around your waist. You didn’t even have to open them to know who was behind you. Her clothes smelled of cigarettes and the same musky cologne that she always wore on nights out, and she pressed her lips against your ear as you continued to sway.

“Hey, baby. You look good.” Her voice was raspy and quiet under the noise of the bustling club, but she was pressed so close that you could hear her every inhale and exhale. You turned to face her, your eyebrows furrowed. “I thought I told you to leave me the fuck alone.” Ellie chuckled at your attitude, seemingly unconvinced.

“You say that every other week. Cmon… I seriously can’t change your mind?” Her roaming hands continued to reach lower past your hips, moving dangerously close to the curve of your ass. The flesh dimpled in her hands and you heard her let out a sigh. You hummed, pushing against her chest weakly as you felt warm heat flood your stomach. It was increasingly hard to resist her, from the alcohol thrumming through your blood stream to the tender way her body pressed against yours. She smelled so fucking good, you missed her so fucking bad, and before the rational part of your brain could think you were pressing your face into her neck, senses thrilled at being surrounded by her familiar scent and touch.

“Thought so.” Ellie smiled, moving your face from the junction of her neck to hold your chin up to look at her. “God. You look fucking amazing.”

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“Uh oh… Ellie’s on the hunt.” Dina chuckles, taking a sip from her cranberry vodka. She had spotted the girl almost half an hour earlier, sitting in a corner nursing a beer while she scoped out the crowd. In an effort to not spoil the night, she chose not to mention it to her friends. Atleast that’s what she told herself, ignoring the nagging thought in her head that this should make for good entertainment. Maybe Abby would finally make a goddamn move.

“What are you talking about?” Abby turned to look in the direction she was facing, and in an instant her smile dropped from her face at the sight of you enveloped in Ellie’s arms, her hands around your waist as she hugged you from behind. you seemed to be in a hushed discussion and your expression looked annoyed, but you made no effort to escape her as she started to sway with you to the music, her hips flush with your ass.

“You owe me like twenty bucks. I told you it would be less than two weeks.” Dina watched Abby over the rim of her glass, her lips slightly upturned in amusement. The girl was completely fucking hopeless. Her crush on you couldn’t be more clear, but your head was too far in the clouds to even notice. She punched Abby lightly in the arm, making her flinch. “Ow..” She murmured under her breath, as though her biceps weren’t crafted from stone.

“Dude. Stare any harder and they might combust.” Abby ran a calloused hand through her long hair, a nervous habit she had picked up whenever it wasn’t braided back. You convinced her to wear it this way tonight, telling her how pretty she looks with it down. Fuck, this sucks.

Abby stole another glance at the couple just as Ellie’s eyes met hers, and she planted a chaste kiss against your throat, holding the tense eye contact. Like a threat.

Fuck it. That was her last straw.

She grabbed her half full glass of whiskey and downed it, turning to Dina, her eyes blazing. “I’m going over there. She’s drunk, can hardly think straight. Shits’ not right.”

“Hey.” Dina grabbed Abby by her collar, yanking her back before she could storm off. “Go do what you gotta do. But if you get us kicked out of here, I’m beating your ass.”

[derangedanomaly]

...So, Chaos is like my comfort character rn, and him getting mad at us... again... genuinely makes me want to cry, I can't handle getting yelled at... Like at all, and right now I'm literally shaking, if like anyone yells at me in anyway, my brain immediately says that it's my fault and I mad them mad, and to get away from them... Ha ha ha..... I think I have a problem.... But, when I get like this, I hide from the person that yelled at me, for like hours, sometimes I disassociate from the person to the point I stop responding... Completely... And then I avoid them, fearing I'll get yelled at again, and make them mad again. I won't even ask for help, I'll stay quiet and do as I'm told, without a single thought running through my head, like completely empty.

I was wondering if you could write um, some headcanons on Mare, Chaos, and the trio getting angry and yelling at us and then we just start disassociating and then when they stop yelling, we just disappear for hours only to reappear and not say a single word, but avoid them because we feel like we upset them and fear that if we get close to them they'll get angry again. And we won't even ask for things, we just hide and won't come out until our mind feels it's safe. And if they try to talk to us, at all, our mind immediately feels its no longer safe, and then we disassociate again.

You're so real for this.. I literally can't handle arguments- I don't like conflicts at all.

MASTERLIST

THE BOYS X THE READER DISAPPEARING AFTER AN ARGUMENT

NIGHTMARE:

Of course he snapped. How could he not? You keep on making excuses upon excuses, just so you can get out of doing certain chores. Nightmare just can't keep it together anymore... he's seriously too tired for this.

He was surprised when you ran up to your room, and didn't show up the whole day.

He honestly started to get a lil concerned. But his pride didn't let him check up on you

It was a shock to him when you finally came out of your room.

But even through all this... he's still the king of negativity. Of course he's gonna enjoy your negative feelings.

Honestly- won't end well. He doesn't know how to comfort someone, and he'd probably make it worse than it is actually- so.... Not the best choice 😭

CHAOS:

He didn't want to yell... He didn't mean to yell and let his emotions out... But you just suddenly started mentioning his mom...again. He truly doesn't want to think about it- he doesn't want to hear about it. Then something in him just- snapped.

You wouldn't even make it up to your room, before he grabs your hand, and looks at you with tears in his eye.

The only thing that he didn't want to happen- happened. He yelled at you.

You two immediately resolved it!

Everything went back to normal- and now you know not to mention that topic again..

Honestly, one of the best choices here lmao.

ACE:

He tries to stay away from creating conflicts...he can't stand them. He doesn't search for them- and he sure as hell doesn't want them. But hearing you spitting "facts" about his favorite tv show just made him angry..

He feels horrible after he sees you run up the stairs, a total mess.

He also- much like Chaos- won't let it sit. He'll try to immediately solve your argument!

He'd apologize really passionately! Just snuggling up to you, telling you how much he appreciates you..

BLADE:

Blade couldn't keep his cool when you fiddled with his collection of knives. He just COULDN'T. And being the idiot he is, he raised his voice....which he quickly realized was a mistake.

He was confused when you started avoiding him-

This dumbass is such a dum dum that he lets this go on for a whole week 💀

He just doesn't know what to say/do😭🙏🏻

He'd crack though, after he starts missing you.

Yeah...you got yourself a begging mess of Blade lmao

TED:

He doesn't yell at you

[luffyrose]

Dc x Dp Random Blurp #1

I know I've got more than one before this but these are the ones I probably won't ever write so feel free to take them and run with em-

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So we all know Dick (you can probably all guess that Dick and Jason are my fav bat kids with how much I talk about them lmao) has lotta trauma in general. In the general canon we all follow for like fics and stuff though, there's one thing I think most people don't put into their fics and stuff and I had an idea with Danny being kinda adopted/brother-napped by Dick involving it.

The thing?

Falling.

Someone he loves falling and he's not able to help. Sure he's spooked his family as a joke pretending to fall off things. But here's the thing, they all KNOW that they'll all find a way to catch themselves.

But what if Dick had gotten a harsh hit from whatever rogue decided to play whack-a-mole with the birds and when he saw a kid on the roof where they were fighting (idk why they're up there, ask the riddler or two face or whoever-) and his already slightly concussed brain starts to work overtime.

The kid is on a roof, which is already a bad sign! The kid looks kinda...strike that a LOT like Jason before he died? Even worse!

So when whatever stray attack ends up sending the kid tumbling over the edge, Dick is literally milliseconds behind him. It's not a tall roof, and even if Danny was a full human, he likely wouldn't have suffered too badly from the fall if he didn't land completely wrong.

Probably.

Reason Danny isn't flying? Something triggered his fight or flight and his body chose to freeze this time, falling did not help that. Maybe it's the Joker doing all this, we love clown trauma.

Either way, Dick is oh so quickly grabbing this random kid who he can only register as Tiny Jason he had failed to be a good big brother tm too, and is literally just taking the impact of the fall in favor of ensuring Danny didn't get hurt AT ALL.

Danny is now emotionally attached whether he likes it or not because hey! A random hero saved him and is still hugging him and he feels like safety, so he will cling on just as hard, and no Jazz! He definitely isn't crying-

Dick refuses to let go of the kid, muttering apologies to Jason, which the others are pretty quick to realize why when they see the kid's face. It's a whole mess. Partially because they have a delirious Dick who won't let go of this random child and said child hisses at them when they try to get him off just as much.

For a lil extra spice you could make it that Danny and Jason are related somehow and Jason upon seeing the kid both KNOWS they're similar and recognizes him as his kid brother and is just like "Oh god- oh god he's alive(questionable) and traumatized(definitely)-"

[paradisiacvl]

✩ ABC’S

NSFW alphabet with JEFFREY MASON.

NOTE: this is my first hc list so i apologize if it's messy!

—‘A’ IS FOR AFTERCARE (What they’re like after sex)

Will make sure you're okay, clean you up, barrage you with kisses all over, and run you a bath/shower if you want one.

—‘B’ IS FOR BODY PART (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He likes his hands and arms

He likes how strong they are and what he can do with them

He likes your entire body; waist, boobs, hips, ass, hands, mf feet even

He just thinks you're perfect

Head to toe...literally

—‘C’ IS FOR CUM (Anything to do with cum basically…)

Cums absolute buckets like??

Literally so much

Loves to cum in and on you

Loves smearing and rubbing in all of the cum he leaves on your body

He's so messy

Dirty, dirty boy

—‘D’ IS FOR DIRTY SECRET (Pretty self-explanatory; a dirty secret of theirs)

He really wants you to give him a foot or heel job, he doesn't know how to bring it up tho

—‘E’ IS FOR EXPERIENCE (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Very inexperienced

You're his first but he has a good understanding of what to do

Learned from research, watching p0rn, etc.

He watched those instructional, "how to" p0rn vids lmao

He's an eager learner, just wants to make you feel good

—‘F’ IS FOR FAV POSITION (This goes without saying, can probably include visuals)

Mating press

Cowgirl– whether he's in control or not

Legs in the air

—‘G’ IS FOR GOOFY (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

He's more serious but he's more relaxed with it yk? just to make it more comfortable for the both of you

Serious if he's jealousy fucking you though or smth

"God, look at this mess you're making on me, doll. Spencer couldn't do that, could he?"

—‘H’ IS FOR HAIR (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Keeps himself trimmed up, has a nice lil happy trail

Not like you can really see it tho

Carpet does not match the drapes

White pubes ofc

—‘I’ IS FOR INTIMACY (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

He can be very intimate, even when he's being rough.

—‘J’ IS FOR JACK OFF (Masturbation headcanon)

Masturbates a lot

To you ofc, whether he's thinking of you or using pictures of you

The amount of times he's jizzed on his phone screen is concerning

—‘K’ IS FOR KINK (One or more of their kinks)

Voyeurism; more specifically, watching you– touch yourself, bathe, or undress. It drives him crazy.

Knife play

Wants to carve his name on your lower back, give you a cute lil tramp stamp

Also wants you to suck on the handle of his knife

Scent kink

Panty fetish

Light bondage

Slight daddy kink

Spit kink

A lowkey foot fetish

Has a finger sucking fetish, he loves it when you lick and suck on his fingers. He'll do it to you too sometimes

Somnophilia (sex while you're sleeping)

Hair pulling. Loves it when you do it to him especially

Choking (giving and receiving, gives way more tho)

Impact play (spanking you)

Overstim (giving and receiving)

Orgasm control (giving and receiving)

Ear licking/sucking (giving and receiving)

Dacryphilia (likes seeing you cry from pleasure)

Wanted to learn Shibari but doesn't have the patience for the more intricate ones, but he knows one..

He uses it to "punish" you

—‘L’ IS FOR LOCATION (Favourite places to do the do)

Anywhere tbh

bed, floor, couch, counter, table, against a wall, in a doorway...

He does not care

—‘M’ IS FOR MOTIVATION (What turns them on, gets them going)

Sometimes he can just look at you and he gets a hard on

You being bratty, whiny, or teasing

Wearing anything revealing, but that's a given

You in dresses or skirts. I can imagine him just sticking his head underneath and eating you out like a starved man

—‘N’ IS FOR NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Age play

Coprophilia (feces)

Basically just really disgusting stuff

—‘O’ IS FOR ORAL (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Loves giving and receiving head but likes giving more

He loves to pleasure you, he likes to see how good he can make you feel with just his mouth alone

He likes leaving you fully satisfied

He leaves sloppy kisses all over and tongue fucks you when he goes down on you

Tells you how pretty your pussy is and how good you taste

But...he also loves the way you look with his cock stuffed in your mouth

How you kiss it or slide your mouth along the base, and how you look up at him all while doing it.

—‘P’ IS FOR PACE (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Usually fast and rough but switches it up to slow and rough

Will switch up paces during to tease you

If you ask to go faster, harder, etc. he obliges but not after a little teasing

He can be slow and sensual when he wants to, it's not often though

—‘Q’ IS FOR QUICKY (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Doesn't do them often as he likes to take his time and do it right

On the occasion he just cant wait, he'll pull you away somewhere private and fuck you stupid

And like I said in my last bullet in motivation; he most definitely will stick his head up your skirt or dress and eat you out

—‘R’ IS FOR RISK (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

100%

—‘S’ IS FOR STAMINA (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

He can last pretty long, 3-4 rounds.

Expect him to get even more vocal the more rounds you do, you just feel so good to him

—‘T’ IS FOR TOY (Do they own toys? Do they use them; on a partner or themselves?)

Both! Loves to use them on you and for you to use them on him

—‘U’ IS FOR UNFAIR (how much they like to tease)

So unfair, loves to tease

Just likes to see you whine for him, then he'll give you what you both want

—‘V’ IS FOR VOLUME (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Very vocal, moans, groans, whimpers, and whines and doesn't care who hears

He'll want you to be vocal too, don't hold back

It spurs him on, encourages him

Boost his confidence hearing how good he's fucking you

Wants everybody to hear how good you're making him feel and how good he's making you feel

Will absolutely be calling you pretty while he's fucking into you

Talking you through your orgasms too

Tells you how good you feel, how good you are, how pretty you are, etc.

He gets so cocky after smh

—‘W’ IS FOR WILD CARD (Random headcannon(s) for the character of your choice)

He's a switch but v top leaning

He will bottom on occasion but he tops more

He really likes when you do take control, he loves the veiw

Absolutely hypnotized by his gorgeous girl topping him

Despite other ppl hc him to like degrading you, I think it would be the opposite ☝️

He doesn't like saying mean things to his love, he knows what that feels like

He likes praise, giving and receiving

Maybe I'm biased bc I'm a praise girl

He'll only degrade you if it's something you really like or if it's twisted with some kind of praise

"So pretty...such a pretty lil' slut f'me."

Loves kissing during it, likes feeling your moans and whines in his mouth

Pleasure dom?? yes!

He's a stalker and when he's watching you, he's rubbing his cock to his pretty little thing changing, showering, masturbating, sleeping, etc.

You just look so pretty doing absolutely anything, he can't get enough of you

And you have a very conveniently placed tree in front of one of your bedroom windows

He's hid in your closet while you were home jerking it too

He's such a fuckin creep <3

—‘X’ IS FOR X-RAY (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

He's packing idc

7.5-8 inches, has some girth

Slightly curves up and to the left, flushed pink tip

Nice, round, heavy balls

—‘Y’ IS FOR YEARN (How high is their sex drive?)

Very high, his mind is always in the gutter

Constantly wants to fuck you

You gotta pry him off you sometimes, he's so feral

—‘Z’ IS FOR ZZZ (How quickly they fall asleep afterward)

After the aftercare, he's knocked tf out.

But sometimes he'll just watch you as you're sleeping, caress your face and hair, and admire your beauty. He wonders how you could like someone like him :(

[heartfullofleeches]

Not to be gay on main but do you perhaps have any spare LockJaw headcanons that you wouldn't mind sharing with us? 👉👈 Can be SFW or NSFW, I'm not picky.. I just wouldn't mind taking a bite outta that feisty lil jawbreaker 👀 LMAO

[Here ya go! Sfw for now, but there's always the future-]

LockJaw is a very head strong jawbreaker. Aside from literally being able to crack a person's skull open with her own - she takes little shit from anyone including her darling... But she is far more lenient with them. Once upon a time she was a slightly kinder and patient person, but after losing part of her face she is less accepting to strangers. At her heart, LockJaw is fiercely loyal to those she deems worthy of her faith and to harm them is to bruise her - and you really don't want to do that.

LockJaw is far more caring of those around her than she lets off. Her cold nature and initial hesitance to touch/interact with her darling is because she's afraid of her own strength. She has more control than she realizes, but there's always that what-if. As her bond with Darling grows, Lock will wrap her hands in the softest materials she can get her hands on. When they lay in bed together, LockJaw will put a marshmallow pillow beneath her shirt to support them better. She softens her voice and rarely yells if they are the sensitive type, and is considerate enough to tells them to look away before she spills fresh blood.

LockJaw is extremely touch starved, but tries not to let that side of her show. She also treats her darling like they're made of glass. Does all the heavy lifting, grabs everything from higher shelves, demands to know why they need a knife before she gives it to them when they're just trying to make dinner- even carries them on her shoulder if they complain of the tiniest aches or pains. If her darling desires their own free will or to go for a walk without her glaring everyone down, all they really have to do is hold her hand for a while or give her a smooch on the cheek. This also stops her from punching a hole through someone's face and calms her down like a flame to a fire when enraged.

Scary Dog Privileges - LockJaw is the type to hover in the background whenever her darling is out and about or talking to someone. One wrong move and she will remove her darling from the situation. Even something as small as using a tone she's not fond of will get someone thrown across the room. Did I mention she's a big motherfucker? I'm still playing around with her height, but she's well over six feet and has the muscle/strength to back up her warnings to folks who refuse to listen to her.

Darling both improves and worsens her behavior. She gains back some of that patience she lost in earlier years and tries to use her words more than her fists, but make them cry and it's lights out. She'll "apologize" if there was a misunderstanding, but by tone alone it's easy to pick up she doesn't mean a word of what she says.

(Hope that's enough for now! I love this hot-headed jawbreaker and can't wait to do more with her and the rest of the cast)

[allisonlol]

Hello can I request Fyodor, Sigma and Nikolai when they see their s/o wiping of their kiss?

a/n: anon i just want you to know that this is probably one of my most fav requests ever?? plz it's so funny

warnings: none? maybe the tiniest bit suggestive in nikolai's

(Fyodor, Nikolai, Sigma) When You Wipe Off Their Kiss

Fyodor

first of all let me just say you got some nerve to do this to HIM

but regardless, you'd thought it'd be a funny lil prank to try in an attempt to get a reaction

on this day, fyodor had been holed up in his office for hours so you'd prepared some tea for him <3

you brought it to his office, and he gives you a quick smile as you place it on his desk

fyodor gestures for you to come closer before grabbing your arm and pulling you down to give you a kiss on the cheek

whispers "thank you dear" in your ear after too 😳

plz you almost get too distracted to follow thru with your prank. but you pull yourself together and stand back up, wiping off the kiss with the back of your hand

you act as if nothing happened tho, and say "you're welcome" with a smile before turning to leave again

fyodor stops typing for a second, and out of the corner of your eye you see him shoot you a glance

there's zero emotion on his face so you can't tell how he's feeling

since he doesn't say anything, you leave the room and it's a few more hours until you see him again

but once you do, this mf ignores you?? straight up walks past you without even a glance??

barely acknowledges you when you speak too; the most you'll get out of him is a hum in response 😥😥

fr gives you the cold shoulder until you come crying back to him about how it was a prank and that u want his affection again

fyodor stares down at you coldly until breaking into a smirk and pulling you against him, saying some "is this what you want now??"

Nikolai

why would u wanna give this man an excuse to be even more annoying than he already is?? just kidding

you and nikolai have a history of playing pranks on each other so you figured this would be a great way to get back at him

so this night, once nikolai had gotten home from a day of wreaking havoc, he went to greet you & gave you a kiss on the cheek

you gave him one back but then immediately after wiped your cheek hella aggressive with your sleeve

obviously nikolai notices and he squints down at you before grabbing you and giving you two more kisses

but you wipe those off just as fast and that's when he's had enough 😐

crosses his arms all bitchily and looks away, saying some "well i guess i just won't give you a kiss ever again"

mf we know that is not true but go off

ur having too much fun to tell him it's a prank quite yet so you just smile at him and point to your cheek, asking for another

bro cracks immediately but instead of kissing your cheek he full on makes out with you?!

has a GRIP on your neck so we know damn well you aren't pulling away

after that you ain't even in the mood to continue the prank anymore...

nikolai may have caught onto your prank but hey, at least it ended up working out in your favor!

Sigma

nooooo why would u do this to him

nikolai probably set you up to it ngl

you both were curious as to what his reaction would be, so you told nikolai you'd do it just so he'd shut up LMAO

on the day you decided to do it, you had just gotten off work and went to see sigma at the casino, per usual

you meet him in the manager's office, where he gets up to greet you and gives you a lil kiss on the forehead

pls, sigma was so happy to see you and you respond by feigning disgust and wiping off the kiss??

and i mean you SCRUBBED that shit off. pulled your sleeve over ur hand and wiped aggressively till ur forehead was bright red??

sigma just looks at you like "..." while his smile slowly fades 😕😕

"oh-i'm sorry? was there anything i did wrong...?"

omg stop he looks so sad & worried. like he reaches out a hand to touch you but then thinks better of it and pulls back

his hand is literally shaking bro apologize rn

now you feel really bad and don't even have the heart to continue the joke 😭

"honey...no. it was just a prank nikolai wanted me to do!" relief floods his face once you say that

later on, you explain to nikolai what had happened and he LOSES IT

meanwhile sigma's sitting in the back with his arms crossed, all huffy while you and nikolai laugh smh

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[belphieslilcow]

NSFW!!! I'm really curious about this one. But the brothers reacting to Mc biting down on their dick because they're gripping their hair a little too hard and won't let them off lmao

18+ CHOMP

lucifer

• "mc... yes... oh m- AAAAAHHHHH"

• caught him so unaware, even he didn't think this would happen =w=

• gives you a mammon sized punishment after that one

mammon

• "MC WHAT THE FUCK OWWWWW"

• nipped him right on a super sensitive spot

• he's the type of guy to get up and run around the room and jump around to help the pain (I hope I'm describing this correctly lol)

• (he does like it a lil but next time warn him and don't bite as hard)

levi

• can you blame him?

• guys getting some earth shattering head by his bestie and he's so overwhelmed he's gotta grab something!!

• unfortunately he doesn't know his own strength and YOINK *chomp*

• I'll be honest it makes him cum right there and he's so embarrassed about it

• begs for forgiveness with tears in his eyes, for cumming without warning or pulling your hair? who knows

satan

• self proclaimed guy who's "not into painful activities" so he's not too happy

• one of the few who actually realized it was his fault and after a brief anger moment he's like oh shit I'm sorry

• overall he's incredibly normal about it

asmo

• "NYAAAA~ OOOoooooNOT SO HARD MCCC~"

• be doesn't mind you bit him, just that you did it too hard, though your unamused expression from down there makes him asks what's wrong

• then once you pop off and tell him he's like "omg!! I'm so sorry mc, your poor hair!!"

• he might cry from the thought of ruining your beautiful locks

beel

• guys pain tolerance is pretty high so it doesn't bother him too much, he's more worried that he hurt you

• he sits up real quick and is like "are you okay??"

• another one that's more concerned with the fact he hurt you than that you nipped his dick

belphie

• he dozed off while you were sucking him and sleeping him doesn't have as much awareness

• he's close to cumming when he tugs on your hair a biiit to harshly

• you bite his poor lil sensitive dick and he shoots awake with a grumpy (but ashamed he fell asleep) face asking you why the hell you did that

• when you explain, he's very sheepishly apologizing =w=

[xbl00dy-r0s3x]

Hi lovely, hope you're doing alright!! May I request Hobie x reader who's having a rough time mentally ( I call em bad brain days) and they're having a rough time with school (college finals), crazy bs at the day job (customer service fucking blows lmao), and in their dimension they have a shitty guardian ALONG with dealing with being a spidey. After patrol Hobie swings into his place and finds them having a really bad panic attack (and he's freaking out cuz he's never seen them like this before). They're trembling like crazy, hyperventilating, really warm and crying and it just sets his Spidey sense OFF. He talks them down and comforts them from a distance then when they ok it, he comes closer to provide physical comfort...letting them touch his accessories (he hands them one of his bracelets for sensory purposes to help bring them down), play with his rings, etc. He just cuddles them to his chest, providing words of comfort.

Sorry if this is too specific, I may have gotten a lil carried away lmfao.

Anyway stay freaky, have good vagina, I love ya!!

(honey anon)

A lil mental health awareness story, I like it(I hope I do good man, it’s been a minute since I’ve written) Let’s see how this goesssss(I might’ve went off script a lil, apology in advance if I did)

Bad Brain Day

“These finals are gonna be the death…” you sighed while studying for your math final. You barely got through AP Literature review packet(that was on stuff the teacher regrettably didn’t cover😒😒) and you hoped to god(or whatever you believe in) that you passed your 3 other finals. The past two weeks working at the little cafe a block from your college wasn’t any better.

Some customers were nice enough to realize you were sleep deprived and not ready to deal with bullshit, but apart from them, the rest were hell. It went from getting yelled at constantly, to being tripped by a group of high school girls and spilling hot coffee all over their uniform, to even someone random dude being racist and spitting in your face before throwing his money and his coffee at you.

It didn’t help that most of your friends were all busy, two or three actually checked on you from time to time to make sure you were doing okay mentally(you tend to have bad things happen around finals week) and the one person you tried to talk to about the “debts” that you owed them for raising you was unreachable. You tried texting, calling, hell you even tried zoom calls and e-mails, but to no avail, you wouldn’t be surprised if the motherfucker withdrew a couple hundred dollars(that you didn’t have) as his payment this month(like he usually did).

And the countless times of having to disappear from class and work to go deal with some bad guys in not only your dimension, but Miles and Pavitr’s dimensions as well hadn’t helped the stress that was starting to build up, even Miguel started to worry when you’d show up more sleep deprived then the last time you were there. Eventually he told you to take a break from the spider society so you didn’t get hurt and you were thankful, but it wasn’t like the bad guys in your dimension would ever let you catch a break.

Which leads to today as you were studying for your last final, you started to feel your chest close up and your eyes started to water. “No, not again,” you groaned internally as you went into another panic attack that started with you in your little spinning gamer chair to being on the floor in the corner of your room. You were violently shaking, trying breathing exercises to calm yourself down, but to no avail. As you were starting to calm down from the attack, your anxiety spiked as you heard a knock at your window.

‘F-fuck. Who is it? I-I can’t deal with this and another person right now,’ you thought as the person knocked again. “Y/n? Y’kno is rude to leave company waitin’,” said Hobie as he opened your window and saw you in the corner. ‘Oh shit,’ he thought when he saw your state. Your hair was messy, you were crying, but it didn’t hide the eye bags that you had from the lack of proper sleep, and your clothes made you look more bummy then you thought it did.

“Hey love, you doin’ okay?” he said in a softer tone than before as he sat on the windowsill. You slightly shook your head no. “Y’kno… I’m not the best with words so is it ok if I play my guitar a little?”

You thought he might play some of his punk music he’s been practicing, so you were a little off put by the request, but you slowly nodded yes, wiping tears that wouldn’t let up as you hoped you didn’t make the wrong decision. To your surprise, he strummed his guitar strings softly and it was one of the songs he’s heard you have playing when your really stressed out that helps prevent these attacks from happening as often.

As time went on, you felt more and more relaxed, eventually letting him come sit next to you and gave you one of his bracelets to mess with. After a bit, you ended up between his legs and had started messing with both of his hands, admiring how the rings complimented his skin and his surprisingly nice nails that he’d let you paint from time to time. While you were in your own world of mind fog from the panic attack, his voice brought you comfort as he mumbled some words of comfort that sounded a little jumbled by his accent, but you loved it nonetheless.

You laid back against him while opting to mess with just one of his hands, his other wrapping around your waist and pulling you in closer to him, letting you know you were loved. Soon enough, you both fell asleep, with him leaning his back against the wall and you leaning in to him. Little did he know, he was gonna have a crock in his back for a while, but he’ll think it’s worth it after what he accomplished the night before.

I WAS NOT EXPECTING IT TO END THIS SWEETLY BUT YKNOW WHAT, I LOVE IT AND HOPE YOU DO TO, Much love and light, have a great rest of your day, my lovelies (I did try to capture hobie’s accent/slang and his pronunciation of words, I hope I did well)

[cillixn]

What are you’re all time fav Cillian stories? Can also include his characters! <3

hiiii 💖 so, i actually have a tag of recs here, including one dedicated to cillian fics specifically, but since i haven’t updated recs in a while, here’s a couple oldies and some new ones for him and a number of his characters (apologies that this is so long):

okay even though it’s on almost every single rec list i’ve ever done, i can’t leave the lockdown sessions by @cillmequick off because it is hand down my number one cillian fic of all time, as well as my comfort fic. alex is a fucking beast of a writer and i’ll be screaming about lockdown til the end of time lmao, and speaking of end times, she also has an incredible AQP2 fic called reckless if you’re looking for an emmett fix!

if you want a little jackson rippner action in your life, i can’t recommend in your eyes by my bestie @scorpiussage enough. i don’t think i’ve ever found anyone else that did jackson’s character justice until this, sage just gets him. literally everything they write will have you by the throat and it’s actually embarrassing how many times i’ve gone back and re-read that fic (and this one) dgssksks 🙈

there are so many amazing tommy shelby fics out there, it’s honestly difficult to choose, but the one that i think gripped me the most is the boy in the window by @notyour-valentine. unbelievably gorgeous writing, one of the few fics to actually make me cry, and probably one of the most beautiful stories i’ve ever read

if you’re looking for a romantic billionaire babygirl boyfriend fix, @hellotherekenobi (@karasong) has an absolutely beautiful robert fischer fic based on the proposal called a deal in matrimony (another comfort fic for me), as well as a wonderful raymond leon fic called what goes up must come down! both of which had me blushing and kicking my feet, and live 100% rent free in my soul

and finally, if you’re in the mood for everyone’s favorite lil bastard man, jonathan crane: i can not stress enough how fucking unbelievable whole day off by @acapelladitty is. i’ve literally made all my friends read it, and while it may not technically be a nolan!crow fic, my god, if you’re into crane even a little, i’d highly, highly suggest it

💖

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

Shivers quivers shakes trembles…. Hello :3 giggles I think this ask will be shorter than my others but… yk how we talked about how sugu would react to u getting cheated on a while ago? I’m curious now and. How do u think satoru would react?? ALSOOO how do you think stsg would react if you told them together……….. i hope u don’t mind that this is a less of a “me telling u my thoughts” and more of a “what r ur thoughts on this” kinda thing :,3 brain juice has not been flowing recently 😞 but ur takes are always amazing so…………….. I know whatever u say will be yummy and I will devour it all >:) — stsg anon 🧁🥧🍰🍨🍩🍪🍧🧇🥞 < all of the treats for yew!!!!!

me when stsg anon appears in my inbox

FIRST OF ALLLLL pls never ever apologize for your asks 🔫 this is a threat 🔫🔫 i love chatting w you no matter how long/short they r!!! and you don’t ever have to feel pressured to come up w your own thoughts either!!!! i love yapping at you!!!!! :3

w that being said ….. i shall yap >:3 HONESTLY THOUGHH i think stsg are very similar when it comes to this concept!!! in the sense that. i think they’ll comfort you first and foremost, then deal w your cheater ex later. i could see satoru being in Actual Disbelief? like?? he almost almost asks if you’re joking. but you’re crying so?? obviously you’re not????? but the idea that anyone would cheat on you genuinely makes him Flabbergasted. he wants to laugh. he doesn’t but he wants to. he hates seeing you sad. he’s almost offended.

it’s just a mess of emotion n lots and LOTS of hate aimed toward your ex 😭😭 he’s like. no fucking way that loser cheated on you???? it’s obvious that he’s rlly pissed but i think he has enough control over his emotions that it sounds like he’s just making jokes to cheer you up. and he IS but he also feels so????? genuinely angry?????? and he doesn’t know how to deal w that. he’s worried abt comforting you too…… i don’t think satoru sees himself as someone who’s good at comforting others At All but he actually kinda is. he’ll hug you tightly and sit down on the couch w you in his lap. and he stays quiet until you’ve calmed down. then he starts a very passionate, hateful rant abt your ex in hopes of making you laugh/calming himself down…… and if he manages to pull a lil smile out of you he just goes 🥺 . you’re his baby. he doesn’t really know how to treat you when you get this fragile but it also makes him feel so complete somehow. this man lives for cheering you up.

ANYWAYYYY satoru will then do the same thing as sugu would <333 which is <33333 to confront your ex. tbh i think suguru is more likely to get violent than he is LMAO but i doubt either of them would (unless your ex said something Awful abt you in front of them in which case… good luck bud)…. he just wants to make it Very Clear that your ex has no business being in your life anymore. he’s very firm and very scary. if your ex tries to start something he will laugh in their face. might also subtly declare himself as your boyfriend…. not explicitly bc. he’s Not your bf. but i think he makes sure your ex understands that he loves you + he’s better than them + they can forget abt crawling back to you once they realize the mistake they’ve made.

and when it comes to stsg together……. i think. the only difference is that one of them will stay to soothe you while the other one instantly goes to confront your ex 😭😭 they’re saving time!!! and let’s be honest, suguru will be the one staying behind. the caretaker of all time. (even tho he really really wants to tell your ex off himself… but that can wait for now). so satoru runs off, suguru makes sure you get the tears out, and then satoru comes back w a bunch of your favorite treats :3 they’re sweetiepies.

i also feel like they’d have a talk together once you’re asleep… likeee maybe you’re all sleeping in the same room bc you’re still very very upset and in need of comfort :((((( and as soon as you start to snooze they talk…… abt you……. and abt how soon they should start hinting to you abt their Own feelings. satoru would want to do so immediately, bc he can’t Stand the idea of you being hung up on your ex while they love you so fervently, but suguru would convince him to be patient. he doesn’t want them to end up rushing you in any way…. but deep down he also wants you to know how loved you are by them. sniffle.

plot twist you’re still wide awake :3 and blushing furiously :33 but that’s another story…..

[atlabeth]

everything happens for a reason part 19 - zuko x fem!reader

Can we go back to the world we had? With a love so sweet it makes me sad

part 18 | masterlist | part 20

a/n: this is kinda the filler before a very important chapter but it does reestablish yn with her friends and explores some of her trauma from the past couple of months so that's also important. we're moving away from the angst a little bit though so that's good right lmao

wc: 7k (holy shit we're almost at 100k)

warning(s): some more angst (both normal and zuko related), discussions of trauma, a lil bit of fluff

chapter title comes from 1965 by zella day! (a song that i think fits this part of their relationship shockingly well)

When Y/N woke up in the middle of the night, it was in a cold sweat, barely able to bite back the rising scream. 

She looked around her room with wild eyes, her surroundings not registering in her mind for the first few fearful moments. She was used to the claustrophobia of four walls, a space that got smaller every time she thought of it. She was used to a dryness in the air that left her permanently parched, to an unbearable tension that was drawn tighter with each passing day, to the constant paranoia that plagued her mind more and more, wondering if her next moment would be when her luck finally ran out. 

But she wasn’t there. She wasn’t back in the Fire Nation, and she wasn’t in that sorry excuse for a cell in the Boiling Rock. 

She was at the Western Air Temple. She was reunited with her friends, and she was safe. 

Y/N let out a long, deep breath as she tried to ground herself again. She was no stranger to nightmares, but it looked like she was getting an opportunity to become even more familiar with them. 

(The spirits certainly had enough material for her, she thought wryly.) 

It was then that she heard the shifting of sheets, and she looked over to see Katara stirring with a yawn. 

“Oh, spirits,” she said, “I’m so sorry for waking you up.”

Katara shook her head as she rubbed her eyes. “No—no, you’re fine. I’ve just been an early riser for the past month or so.” 

“I totally woke you up,” Y/N muttered. 

She offered a small smile. “Maybe you did, but it’s not like I care. You can wake me up ten times a night for the rest of my life and I’d be fine with it—Y/N, you’ve been gone for months, and now we’re back together. That’s all that matters to me.” 

Her eyes softened, and she felt a warmth in her chest that she’d dearly missed. “Katara… you don’t know how much it means being back here. Not just here, but here.” Y/N gestured around the room. “Letting me stay here with you. I know you probably like your privacy after sharing a room all your life, so I really appreciate it.” 

“Are you kidding me?” Katara laughed as she sat up in her bed, but when she looked at Y/N her gaze was completely earnest. “I didn’t know if I was ever going to see you again. When you were gone, I wished I was able to have nights like these again—you don’t even know how much I missed our little sleepovers.” 

Y/N chuckled. “I missed them a lot too.” 

“Exactly,” she nodded. “So you don’t have to apologize for taking up space. Because—” Katara shook her head, her smile fading a bit as it all came back— “because I missed you. We all did.” 

Katara’s words were enough to make her cry—and she nearly did, turning away slightly to wipe away the tears that had welled up. 

The first night that Y/N spent on her own did not go well. She’d spent so long in isolation, first in the palace prisons and then at the Boiling Rock, that she thought it would just be natural. But now that all of her energy wasn’t purely spent on survival, she had way too much of it to go towards nightmares. 

It had gone on like that for the next three days—she didn’t want to bother her friends, especially after they’d already gone through so much for her—and so she spent the nights trying to sleep, then acting as if she wasn’t exhausted the rest of the day after waking prematurely from creations of her own mind. 

Of course, her friends were more attentive than she gave them credit for, and on the fourth day Katara pulled her aside and demanded to know what was wrong. When Y/N reluctantly admitted that she was having trouble sleeping alone because of nightmares, Katara instantly offered her room up. 

It was honestly a relief, not having to be on her own. Even the soft ambiance of Katara’s steady breathing was like music to her ears, the knowledge that she wasn’t alone anymore. It was overwhelming. 

“Do you wanna talk about it?” she asked tentatively. “Obviously only if you’re okay with it, but… I’ve found that talking things like this out usually helps.” 

“It’s just prison stuff,” Y/N said, trying to brush it off. “I don’t want to bother you with it.”  

Katara frowned. “‘Just prison stuff’. You know, that’s not a normal thing to say.”

“I guess not,” she said dryly. 

“What you’ve been through…” she shook her head. “It’s horrible, Y/N, and I’m so glad that you’re finally out of it. If you’re not ready to talk about it, that’s completely fine. But just know that you could never bother me, and I’m here for you. Always.” 

She smiled and nodded. Those words meant more to her than Katara knew. “Thank you. Really.” 

“Of course,” Katara said with a smile of her own. She ran her fingers through her hair a bit to fix some of its unruliness, then stood up and stretched her arms. “Now, whaddya say we start our day?” 

“I’d say that’s a pretty good idea.” 

-

Zuko sighed as he watched Y/N, Katara, and Suki from a distance; they were all talking and laughing together over some rice bowls. He couldn’t help but smile at the sight of Y/N’s grin, the sound of her laughter—he didn’t realize how much he’d missed it until he no longer had it.  

She never directed that happiness towards him. Not anymore. And as much as it hurt him, he couldn’t do a single thing about it. Spirits, he deserved the cold shoulder—he was lucky she put it aside for their escape; otherwise, his fight against his sister might’ve gone differently. 

“I’m ready to get back to my lessons, Sifu Hotman!” 

He turned around to see Aang walking towards him, stretching out his arms. It was still strange at moments, teaching him after so many months spent trying to capture him. Zuko was thankful beyond belief for his graciousness. 

The Avatar had been a wonderful student since their visit to the Sun Warriors, and though he still had some worries, his natural talent on its own was incredible to work with.

But he was also a very good observer.

He must not have even realized it, but he couldn’t help glancing back over at the girls, still talking and laughing together. Y/N’s smile was especially big, and it was still one of the most beautiful things he’d ever seen. Zuko’s heart twisted painfully, knowing that he was the reason so much of it was taken away from her. 

They would really never be the same again. And he was to blame for it all. 

“Maybe lessons can wait,” Aang said thoughtfully. “You’ve got other things on your mind.” 

Zuko’s attention immediately snapped back over to the Avatar, and he scowled. “Lessons can’t just wait. We’re on a schedule.” 

“You’re obviously not focused.” Aang looked over at the three girls and then back at Zuko. “It’s Y/N, isn’t it?” 

Zuko’s frown deepened and he turned away. “No.” 

“How do you expect to fix anything with her if you can’t even admit that you’re thinking about her?” Aang walked over and sat down next to him, crossing his legs as he leaned forward. “You hurt her a lot, Zuko, but it’s obvious that she still cares about you.” 

“How can you be so sure?” he asked, staring at the ground. “I betrayed her completely. I’m the reason she was in prison for so long. I— I told her I never loved her.” Zuko looked at Aang, and his eyes held a deep, desperate kind of pain. “I’m the one that broke her. How could she possibly want my help to put herself back together?” 

“I don’t know,” Aang admitted. “I’m not saying it’s going to be easy, or that it’s instantly going to happen. She needs time to heal and work through everything, and it’s possible that she won’t want anything to do with you for a long time. But you can’t give up on the things you love.” 

“I do love her,” Zuko murmured. “More than anything.” 

“Then you’ll be able to figure it out. It’ll take a lot of time and a lot of hard work, but I have a feeling you’ll end up getting through it together.” 

Zuko looked back at Aang, his brow slightly creased. “How do you always know what to say?” 

He smiled and shrugged. “Call it Avatar wisdom.”

“...Right.” 

Aang chuckled a bit and stood up. “Are you okay to train today, or do you need some time off?” 

Zuko scowled and stood up as well, his worries temporarily ceased. “I’m the one teaching you, not the other way around. You’re not the one to give me breaks.” 

“There he is,” Aang smiled. “Good ol’ Sifu Hotman’s back.” 

He crossed his arms. “I’m fine to train today. Start with twenty hot squats.”

His smile disappeared just as quickly he groaned. “Really, Zuko? I give you amazing advice and you repay me with this?” 

“Do you want to get better at firebending or not?” 

“Of course I do,” Aang said begrudgingly. 

“Then your warmups are important,” Zuko said. “The last thing the world needs is for the Avatar to pull a hamstring when he’s fighting the Fire Lord.” 

Aang heaved a sigh and put some distance between them to start his exercise. As he did, Zuko’s mind acted almost on its own as his gaze wandered back over to the girls. 

To his surprise, when he looked over, he met Y/N’s eyes rather than her back. She had been watching him too, even if just for a second. 

His eyes widened and his lips parted, trying to find the words to say anything, but just as quickly as their gazes had met, she averted contact. 

But she had looked. 

And to Zuko, that was hope. 

-

Katara set the bucket down on the edge of the fountain and tapped the sides of it before turning to look at Y/N. “Alright. The same thing as last night. Are you ready to try again?” 

“You know it’s going to be the same thing,” Y/N said quietly. “Why do you keep trying?” 

“Because I’m not just going to accept that your bending is gone,” Katara stated. “And I refuse to let you give up on yourself like this.” 

“But I’ve tried so many times before this,” she insisted. “My bending is gone, Katara, and it’s been gone since I was imprisoned in the Fire Nation. It doesn’t matter how hard I concentrate or how positive you are, it’s not going to work.” 

There was a mix of emotions in Katara’s blue eyes, understanding and sadness and frustration all mingling as she tried to think of something to say. Y/N was trying to push her friend’s buttons—for what reason, she didn’t exactly know—but she just smiled. 

“Not with that attitude,” she said. “Now, come on. Just like we learned in the North. Close your eyes.” 

She looked down at her hands and flexed her fingers, the familiar power that used to flow through her completely absent. The surfaces were marred by rough calluses and small scars, a blended canvas that now represented both her journey across the Earth Kingdom and her imprisonment by the Fire Nation. While she usually wrapped bandages around her wrists and palms—the action had become a sort of comfort ever since she started doing it to protect her hands on her journey through the Earth Kingdom—Katara had insisted she remove them so as to remove any possible impediments. She was no longer a master, she was the lowest of students, and they were starting from the very beginning. 

It was humiliating. If it weren’t for the fact that Katara was her teacher yet again, Y/N wouldn’t have been cooperating half as well. 

“Close your eyes,” Katara repeated. “I know you don’t want to do this, but it’s worth another shot.”

“Did you get even bossier while I was gone?” Y/N asked jokingly, though she still closed her eyes.

“Someone had to keep the boys in check,” Katara responded, and she was able to hear her smile. “Now, take a deep breath in and let it out. Try and relax; loosen up.”

Relax. It was far easier said than done, especially when she didn’t think she had relaxed for a single moment the past couple of months. She was on the brink of death in the Fire Nation, was constantly on edge in the Boiling Rock—it took a good hour of flight on the airship for her to be able to settle down, and even that was after investigating the entire place to make sure there weren’t any Fire Nation hitchhikers.

Prison had changed her. And Y/N was terrified her friends wouldn’t like who she was forced to become. 

“You’re not relaxing,” Katara said, interrupting her thoughts. 

“I am!” 

“No, you’re not.” 

“Well— I’m trying.” Y/N opened her eyes to see Katara looking at her with soft eyes. “It’s just not working. It’s not going to work.” 

“It’s okay, Y/N,” she said. “I know this is frustrating. I… I don’t even know where I would start if I suddenly lost my bending. But you have to take it slow. Waterbending doesn’t work when you’re tense; you know that.” 

“Waterbending doesn’t work when you’ve lost your bending,” she retorted, her words coming out a bit more forceful than she wanted. “Warmups for children aren’t going to help with anything.” 

“Just humor me.” She moved her hand through the air slowly, pulling a stream of water from the fountain, then brought it down so that the small orb settled into the bucket she’d set down earlier. “Like you’ve done a million times before.” Katara’s expression was completely earnest, patient despite her continuous resistance. “Please?” 

“...Fine,” Y/N conceded. “But I already told you, it’s not going to work.” 

She closed her eyes again and took in a deep breath, memories of her very first waterbending lessons coming back to her. 

The memory didn’t stem from the North with her healing teachers, or the royal palace with Master Rika—it came from the village she grew up in, sitting beside her mother by the river as she formed her very first water orb. 

She remembered the brightness of her mother’s eyes, blue as the river that gave her power, the excitement in her claps and cheers as she took the first step in a lifelong journey. She remembered the cool air on her bare arms, the way the grass tickled her feet. She remembered the serenity of it all, the joy an inherent part of five-year-old Y/N’s life—she still had four years before it would all fall apart around her. 

She took in a deep breath then slowly let it out, drawing on the memory as she tried her best to enter a calm headspace. She opened her eyes, focusing on the way the water streamed through the fountain, the way she could manipulate it in the same way. 

Y/N flexed her fingers, raised her hand, and moved it through the air. 

Nothing happened. 

The moment that had been created was broken in an instant, and though Katara tried not to show anything, Y/N could see the brightness in her expression fade. 

Katara just wanted what was best for her, to try and help her through an impossible experience, but it was fruitless. All it did was serve to make her feel even more useless.

More broken.

She let her hand fall down to her side and swallowed the sudden lump in her throat, offering a mirthless smile to Katara. “Just like I told you. It won’t work.” 

“Y/N, wait!” 

But she had already turned around and set off on her own path, already trying to think of places no one could find her. She wanted to be alone, desperate for the one thing she’d grown to hate, because she couldn’t stand to see the look on her best friend’s face when she realized that her lack of bending wasn’t the only thing that had changed in her absence. 

Y/N just barely managed to choke back a frustrated sob, screwing her eyes shut as she slammed her fists against the hard, unyielding stone of the wall she’d ended up at. Her emotions desperately needed an outlet, and now that she was alone she allowed the tears to stream down her face as she turned and slid against the wall until she hit the ground. 

She knew her bending didn’t work. She knew it was gone, and it would be gone until she could figure out what in Kuruk’s name was wrong with her. 

So why did she actually feel hope when Katara asked her to try again with all the conviction in the world? Why did she actually feel hope when the memory of her mother teaching her to bend came back? 

Y/N didn’t know why she still felt hope at all. 

She was having the world’s worst pity party for herself, letting more water she couldn’t bend trail down her cheeks and drip into a puddle on the ground, when she heard footsteps. She immediately brushed them away and tried to compose herself when she saw who it really was. 

“Go away,” she said miserably as she fell back against the wall, the effort not even worth it. “I can’t deal with you right now, Zuko.” 

He was silent for a moment, his eyes slightly wide as he stood there not knowing what to do. “Agni’s flames, are— are you okay?” 

“Do I look okay?” she snapped. “I don’t need a therapy session. Go away.” 

“No,” Zuko stated, and she had to admit, that shocked her. 

“No?” she repeated. 

“I’m not leaving you alone like this,” he said. “Not… not anymore.” 

Y/N huffed a mirthless laugh. “Well, aren’t you just the greatest guy around.” 

“I’m trying.” He was surprisingly earnest, surprisingly level in the face of her annoyance. It was in stark contrast to the Zuko in the prisons, the Zuko that denounced her without a second thought, but it was obvious that he was beginning to unravel. “I know I’m not perfect—spirits, I’m farthest thing from it—but I’m trying, Y/N. I’m trying to become better, and fix everything that I messed up, and—” he ran a frustrated hand through his hair— “and I just don’t know what else to do. I— I’ll do anything for you, Y/N, so what can I do to help you get through all this?” 

“Unless you have a way of giving me the months back that I lost or undoing all the pain you caused me, then there’s nothing you can do.” 

“How can there be nothing?” he exclaimed, wild desperation in his voice. “I— I can see that you’re hurting, everyone can see it, so there can’t just be nothing. You can’t just keep going on like this, you’re going to destroy yourself.” 

“And when did you become the expert on all of this?” she asked, rising from the ground as she turned her fire fully on him. “I mean, you know a lot about destroying me, but what makes you think you know anything about this?” 

“Because I went through it too,” he said, trying to cover up his wince from her remark. “I— I went through the worst turmoil I’ve ever experienced back in the Fire Nation. I gave up everything for a life I didn’t want, and I was destroying myself the same way you are because I couldn’t figure out how to get better. And…” Zuko sighed and he looked right at her, “and the thought of you was what brought me out of it. You were what made me realize I had to change. So it’s only right that I help you. It—” he swallowed the lump in his throat— “it’s the least I can do to make it all up to you.”

“You can’t begin to imagine what I went through,” she retorted, the red-hot anger simmering inside her about to boil over. “I was alone for weeks, Zuko, with only my mind to keep me company. Getting transferred to the Boiling Rock was a death sentence in itself, and if it hadn’t been Suki, I might not have even lasted long enough for Sokka to get there! Spirits, I was on the edge of death for months, wondering if I would ever see the people I love again, and you were living it up as the Crown Prince! You will never understand what I went through!” 

“I wasn’t living it up!” Zuko’s voice rose now as well, his temper winning out. “The moment the fight was over, the moment you were taken away from the catacombs, I started doubting it all. I was walking on glass everywhere in the Fire Nation—none of the generals trusted me, all the servants were terrified when they were around me, and half the nation still saw me as a traitor. I couldn’t go a single second without thinking about how I had made the wrong decision— I was dying too, Y/N. I was barely eating or sleeping, and I knew my father was waiting for me to make a mistake so he could throw me out again. I mean,” he huffed a mirthless laugh, “he tried to kill me when I confronted him during the eclipse. I wasn’t living any kind of life.” 

She went silent at that, and as much as she tried to prevent it, she couldn’t help but feel sympathy for him. He’d been tearing himself apart at the seams, more with every passing day. He, too, was an enemy in the Fire Nation, masquerading as a prince rather than actually bearing the title. His own father attempted to kill him when he tried to do the right thing. 

“And I thought of you,” he said shakily, “I thought of you every single day. I think you were the only thing that got me through it all. My love for you got me through it all.”

And he loved her.

Still.

“So why do we have to argue like this?” Zuko asked desperately, and there was a sudden glimmer in his eyes, telling of tears. “Spirits, Y/N, all I want is to go back to what we had. I—” his voice broke for a moment, and he had to glance away— “I just want to be with you again. I want that more than anything.”

Zuko’s words were so genuine, so painstakingly soft that it would’ve been easy to believe them. The naive part of her, the side that trusted him again and again despite everything, wanted to believe them, to put aside all the anger and hurt festering inside of her and just let it go. It would’ve been easy to believe them. It would’ve been easy to give in. 

But she couldn’t. She could never forget what he did. 

“Because you’re the reason my bending is gone,” she said coldly. 

His eyes widened at that, and she took a sick sense of pride in the instinctive step he took back. “...What?”

“It’s gone because of you,” she repeated angrily. “What you told me, about how you got your own bending back and how you lost it in the first place—I realized pretty quickly that you were the reason my bending disappeared. I mean,” she laughed, but it was completely hollow, “it wasn’t just a coincidence that I lost it after I was thrown in prison.” She looked him dead in the eye. “That I lost it after you betrayed me.” 

“That— that doesn’t make sense,” he stammered. “When I lost mine, it was because my anger towards the Avatar wasn’t there anymore to fuel my bending—”

“And I lost mine because every bit of my freedom was taken away from me,” she replied smoothly. “Waterbending is about flexibility, about adapting—I went from exploring the whole world to being trapped in a jail cell. I’d say that’s the opposite of flexibility.” 

“You know how to fix it, then,” Zuko said. “What do you need to do? How can I help?” 

“I don’t need your help,” she clipped. “Besides. I don’t think I’m going to be getting my bending back anytime soon.” 

He frowned. “What? Why? You know why it’s gone, why—”

“I have to forgive you to get my bending back,” she interrupted stiffly, and Zuko froze completely. “And I will never forgive you for what you did to me.” 

The tension didn’t leave with her as she walked past him, so thick it could be cut with a knife. Zuko felt a lump building in his throat as his eyes burned, and he blinked back the tears that he didn’t deserve to let fall. He couldn’t help but watch her go, but it just hurt him even more.  

Because when she walked away, she didn’t look back. 

-

After leaving Zuko, Y/N had busied herself with various things until nightfall, and thankfully, she was left alone. She felt awful for how she had treated Katara earlier, but she just didn’t know how to explain any of it. She must’ve known she needed space, because most of the day was spent with everyone doing their own thing. Y/N mainly spent it alone, washing clothes and mending wear and tear, and exploring the air temple. 

It was beautiful, all the space almost overwhelming after her surroundings for the past few months. She tried her best to stay in the moment as she walked around, determined not to let her own thoughts ruin her afternoon more than she already had. 

(It was getting hard, fighting herself like that all the time. 

And it was more than a little scary, that so much of what she felt was anger.) 

But day had turned to night, and with it, misgivings had been set aside if only for a moment. The group was gathered in a loose circle around the atrium, and the mood had, temporarily, been brought back up as Sokka told stories recounting everything Y/N had missed. She sat between Hakoda and Suki, and if there was one thing more amusing than learning about everything she had been absent for, it was seeing the reactions of his girlfriend and his father. 

(“I can’t believe that plan worked,” Suki muttered in begrudging admiration after learning about the time Aang got himself in trouble at a Fire Nation school.

"What can I say?" Sokka grinned. "I'm a genius.")

(“You did what to a Fire Nation factory?” Hakoda marveled, staring at his daughter in disbelief. 

“...We blew it up?” she said hesitantly. 

Hakoda grinned. “You are definitely my daughter.”)

(“Bloodbending?” Y/N’s eyes widened to the size of plates at the horrific story. “That’s a thing we can do?” 

“Only on a full moon, and only the strongest waterbenders.” Katara spoke quietly. “I have no doubt you could do it, but I don’t think you want to. It’s… it’s horrible.”

She decided to leave the topic there.) 

(“You and Toph got thrown in jail?” Y/N chuckled. “Guess I was actually with you guys all along.” 

Katara frowned. “You went through terrible conditions for months. You thought you were going to die there. That’s not funny.”  

“Oh, so I go through all of that and I’m not even allowed to joke about it?”) 

(“You learned sword fighting from a Fire Nation master?” Suki grinned. “Impressive, Sokka.” 

“Yup,” he responded, and he flexed a bicep. “I’m pretty much a master myself, now.” 

“Now you actually stand a chance when we spar,” she mused.) 

Their conversation finally came to a head when Sokka got to the day of the invasion. 

“It was incredible!” he exclaimed. “So many people that we had met along our journey came back and helped us invade the Fire Nation.” He looked at Y/N. “I wish you could’ve been there just so you could have worked with us. It was beautiful.” 

She smiled wistfully. “I wish I could’ve been there too. I mean, after they kept us inside the prison all day I wanted to fight someone.” 

Katara chuckled, but it led into a sigh. “It was a great invasion; it should’ve gone flawlessly. But somehow the Fire Nation already knew about it—if they didn’t, I know we would have succeeded.” 

“It was probably my sister,” Zuko muttered. “Somehow, she always knows exactly what’s going on. I wouldn’t be surprised if she figured it out and told our father.” 

“Azula,” Sokka grumbled. “You know, I have some things I’d like to say to her, Zuko. She has been a pain in my side ever since—” 

“Stop,” Toph said suddenly. 

He frowned. “I deserve to rant, I’m not—” 

“Stop!” she repeated, and she held out her hands as she stood up. “Do you guys hear that?” 

Y/N didn’t hear anything. But Aang stood up and grabbed his staff, and he’d only taken a few steps forward before a projectile came flying towards them.  

Aang acted immediately, using his airbending to launch it away. They all stared in the distance, completely wide-eyed, and hardly a moment later it exploded. 

“We’re under attack!” Sokka yelled, and he immediately jumped up from his spot. “Everyone, gather your things—we gotta get out of here!” 

Haru nodded, already starting to help Teo back into his wheelchair. Alongside The Duke and Chit Sang, they began to pack up camp faster than ever before. 

“Who could have found us out here?” Toph asked. 

“Who do you think?” Zuko said angrily, cracking his knuckles as he stood up. 

Three Fire Nation airships rose out of the abyss, shooting more and more bombs. Their target wasn’t them, but rather the infrastructure itself. The Western Air Temple was centuries old—it wouldn’t stand up against modern Fire Nation technology. And when it went down, all of them would go down with it. 

Aang did his best, using his airbending to repel bombs wherever he could, but he was only one boy. The temple started crumbling around them, and Aang harnessed a wave of airbending to force the metal doors surrounding the atrium shut. 

“It’ll buy us some time,” he said, turning to face the rest of them, “but we need to get out, now!” 

Y/N nodded and stood up, when all of a sudden she heard the crumbling of rocks above her. She was only able to glance up for a second before she heard someone yelling, “watch out!” and she was tackled out of the way, landing on the ground hard. 

They rolled together for a second before a hand was braced on the rock next to her, keeping her in place and allowing her dizziness to go away. But when she focused on just who had saved her, that anger boiled inside her again. 

“What are you doing?” she growled. 

“Keeping you from being crushed!” Zuko exclaimed, and when she looked back, she saw a huge mound of rocks in the spot she had just been standing. 

“I’m not crushed,” she said, “so get off of me!” 

Zuko complied as she shot back to her feet, but she noticed the sass in his voice. “I’ll take that as a thank you.” 

Y/N ignored him as she brushed the dust off of her prison clothes—not that she cared much for them, but she would prefer if they didn’t become even more uncomfortable—and saw Toph and Haru earthbending through the rocks to create an exit for them. 

“Come on!” Toph shouted. “We can get out through here!” 

Katara grabbed Y/N’s hand to get her moving and they all ran towards the tunnel. The majority of them had gotten through but Aang was still struggling to get Appa to move. The chaos of the explosions had him spooked, and he wasn’t exactly the best with underground spaces. 

“Come on, Appa!” He groaned with effort as he pulled on his reins, but then his eyes widened as they focused on something else. “Wait, what are you doing?” 

Zuko wasn’t with them—he was standing in front of them all, facing the airships. When he looked back at them, made eye contact with her for the slightest moment, she could see his expression was hardened. 

“I’m gonna hold them off,” he said. “I think this is a family visit.” 

“Zuko, no!” Aang shouted, but it was too late. He had already run off in the direction of the airships, vaulting over the metal shutters that were breaking more and more with every second. They were running out of time.

“He’s an idiot,” Y/N muttered, but she focused back on Aang and his struggle with Appa and ran over to help him. Katara and Sokka were right behind her, as usual. 

(She missed it, the siblings always having her back. She missed them.)

“Come on!” Sokka exclaimed, and the four of them began pulling on Appa’s reins trying to get him to move. “We’ve gotta get out of here!” 

“I don’t think Appa’s going anywhere,” Y/N grumbled, her thin moccasins failing to find purchase on the smooth stone floor as she tugged on the reins. 

“Me neither,” Aang lamented, and he craned his head back to look at Toph. “We can’t get him to go in there! Appa hates tunnels; we’re not gonna be able to get him through!” 

“There’s no way we can fly out of here,” Katara said. “There’s three airships out there, we’ll get hit immediately!” 

“We can find a way,” he insisted. “I can airbend them away and guide Appa through—” 

“It won’t work,” Sokka interrupted. “There’s too many of them. We have to split up.” He looked at the half gathered by the tunnels, his expression grim but set. “You guys go through the tunnel and take the stolen airship. The rest of us will find another way.” 

“What?” Katara cried, outraged as she reached out for Hakoda. “We— we can’t split up; we just all got back together! The Fire Nation can’t separate our family again!” 

“It’ll be okay, Katara,” Hakoda said. Though his smile was reassuring, Y/N could see the sadness, the reluctance in his eyes. “It’s not forever. We’ve found each other twice—we’ll do it again.” 

“...Okay,” Katara said, and she swallowed her tears as she pulled Hakoda and Sokka into a crushing hug. 

Y/N smiled at the sight, but she couldn’t help but long for her mother. She would have to visit her as soon as she could—as soon as this was over. 

(And there was another destination she would have to visit, she thought sadly. A visit that was long overdue, that was becoming more painful to think about as the days passed.) 

She was snapped out of her thoughts as Sokka spoke again. 

“We’ll see you all on the other side.” 

Hakoda nodded, that confident stoicism back once again, and they all parted ways yet again. Katara grabbed Y/N’s hand, Sokka grabbed Suki’s, and they stopped next to Aang in the middle of the atrium. 

“What now?” Y/N asked. 

“I can clear that way,” Toph said, her hand planted against the rock wall. “We’ll be able to fly out from there.” 

Katara reached a hand down and helped Suki up onto Appa’s back, then Y/N. She dropped her bag of meager belongings onto the back of his saddle and reached a hand down to pull Sokka the rest of the way up. 

Aang and Toph joined them as Suki voiced her concerns. “There’s… a lot of fire in that direction.”

“We’ll get through,” Aang said. “Hold on, everyone.” 

Y/N gripped the side of the saddle, and it was ridiculous, how even the leather of the saddle was. Spirits, how she’d missed being with her friends. 

She clenched her jaw and tightened her hold as they burst out of the stone surrounding them, Toph using her bending to keep a shield of rock as protection on Appa’s frontside. Azula shot blue fire at them, and though some of the heat seeped through the cracks, it held strong. 

Azula’s wild gaze was focused purely on them, but then another airship rose up, and Y/N’s eyes widened. 

Zuko stood tall, feet planted, alive by some insane measure. Going against Azula was a death sentence in itself, but in this kind of scenario, when she was surrounded by backup and he was standing alone, it was even dangerous. 

“What is he doing?” Y/N whispered angrily, and she missed the look that Sokka and Aang gave each other behind her back. 

“He’s trying to right his wrongs,” Sokka said with a glance at her. An emotion rose in her chest that she couldn’t describe, and she was forced to look away, focusing back on the battle. 

Zuko and Azula fought each other with a rage only held by siblings scorned. The mix of blues and oranges would have been beautiful if not tragic, and once again Y/N felt that twinge of sympathy. That was something she couldn’t understand about Zuko—his relationship with his sister; why he continued to hope for her despite everything that had happened. 

Oh, she thought, the familiarity of it striking. 

She already knew why. 

But she wasn’t able to linger in her thoughts as they went through the midst of the danger, Aang being pushed to his limit as he pulled on the reins trying to guide Appa through the fire blasts from the soldiers. Katara jumped up and flicked open the cap on her waterskin, forming the water into whips to extinguish anything that got too close. 

Y/N couldn’t keep her eyes off the battle, and her breath caught in her throat as the scene suddenly exploded into a huge barrage of smoke. 

“What happened?” she cried out, well-aware of the panic in her voice but too distressed to care. “Where did they go?” 

“They must have met with their blasts,” Sokka said. “They were too powerful and it caused the explosion—there’s way too much force from something like that to handle. They’ve gotta be—” 

“There!” Aang shouted, and their attention all snapped towards the open air. 

Zuko was free-falling, and Y/N, without thinking, leaned as far as she could out of the saddle—so far that she nearly fell herself, and Sokka grabbing her waist to keep her steady might’ve been the only thing keeping her there—and extended her arm as far as it could go in Zuko’s direction as Aang guided them closer. 

By some miracle she managed to reach Zuko, their fingers barely touching at first and then their hands moving to grip each other’s wrists simultaneously. His hand was hot to the touch, smoldering from his explosive firebending, but she used all of her strength to pull him back into the saddle. 

He collapsed in a heap, and for a moment, all they could do was stare at each other with wide eyes. Y/N didn’t realize she was still holding onto him until the heat sunk into her skin, and she tore herself away from him with a quick exhale. 

“You’re an idiot for doing that,” she said hastily, turning away from him, and for a moment Zuko was completely starstruck, unable to take his eyes off of her. 

It was only once he got over himself that he scrambled to the edge of the saddle, searching for his sister. 

“There!” he called, and they all looked where he pointed. 

Azula was falling through the open air, and for a split second, Y/N was able to see a rare panic in her eyes. 

“She’s… not gonna make it,” he said quietly. 

But just as quickly, Azula composed herself. She ripped her hairpiece out and shot herself over towards the mountain wall with her bending, stabbing the sharp end into the rock. She slid down a few meters, but just before the surface ended, she skidded to a stop. Her hair flowed loosely in the wind as she hung from one hand, watching them. Even with the distance, Y/N still felt a chill go down her spine. 

“Of course she did,” he murmured. “She always does.” 

Sokka collapsed against the side of the saddle, brushing a bead of sweat away with a larger-than-life sigh. “Tui’s gills, that was a disaster.” 

“Most things involving Zuko and his sister are,” Y/N mumbled, but it was half-hearted as she stared off into the distance.

“Where do we go now?” Toph asked. “We’re on Azula’s radar; it has to be somewhere she can’t find us.” 

“We’re in the Fire Nation,” Zuko said. “There’s a lot of islands dotted around here; she won’t have time to look through all of them.” 

“An island is fine,” Katara said. “As long as we’re not drawing any attention, I don’t really care where we go.” 

“Then an island it is,” Aang said. 

And as they flew, quiet conversation being made between the rest of them, Y/N couldn’t help but look over at Zuko every once in a while. It was only when he was distracted, when he wouldn’t be able to tell that she was paying attention to him. But there was some kind of feeling in her chest, a tightness that she couldn’t get to disappear. 

She was… scared. Scared for him when he went off to fight Azula, terrified for him when he nearly met his end in the hazy abyss. 

The pure fear that struck her heart when she saw him falling through the open air, the instant relief that spread through her body when she pulled him back into the saddle and knew he was safe. 

It evaporated the moment she realized the feelings running through her, but not before she felt undeniable heat rushing to her cheeks, something she hadn’t felt since their meetings in Ba Sing Se. 

She was done with him. She was so sure that she had given up on him, fully turned her back. 

But now…

Now, she wasn’t so sure. 

And that, more than anything, was what terrified her. 

-

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[tearsofalonelyprince]

The Boys as bus drivers [Celestial Remix]

Hey Gamers! Today I’m surviving off of 3 hours of sleep, spite, and blasting “It’s My Party” on repeat so I thought I’d give you even more of our boys as bus drivers while I’m still at work! If you haven’t seen the first part [ click here ]

Diavolo

He goes slightly above the speed limit at all times

Does not care for rude people and has kicked several off the bus before

If he’s a school bus driver he brings snacks for major holidays

Has told corporate to “fuck off”

The people like him and he’s been working there too long to get fired easily

He’s a supervisor

Will tell you to stop cursing and stop standing.

Plays the “cool” radio stations to be hip with the kids

8/10 I would want him as my substitute bus driver

Barbatos

LMAO THIS MAN WOULD NEVER DRIVE A BUS

He’s a bus monitor

The kids respect him because he doesn’t nag them

He has yelled only once. To stop a brawl.

The kids started crying.

He apologized and told them he didn’t want them to “get written up”

They thought he was chill after that

He sometimes just comes in dressed up fancy as hell

Several people in the yard have a crush on him

He always says he is taken

No one can figure out who he’s “taken” by. It’s the gossip of the bus lot

Somehow is never late?? Even to last minute bus changes

9/10 because there’s no way parents and drivers both don’t fight over him being on their bus

Now on to the Celestials

Simeon

He says good morning to you every morning.

He warns you when he’s gonna run in to traffic

If you don’t have enough money and you’re his regular, he will cover for you.

He will work as a school bus driver on the side just to ensure the kids are safe.

That being said, there is absolutely NO CURSING on his bus.

There is no tomfoolery either! You either behave or get off.

The only exception is if you’re 5 or have any sort of stims or tics that you quite literally can’t stop

He has yelled at passengers for being mean to other passengers before

If a kid is sad he tells them he thinks that they are a ✨star✨

Is pleasant to almost everyone on the lot

He and Barbatos have a rivalry to be the most liked person in the bus yard

9/10 he’s just a generally nice fellow who doesn’t like bullies on his bus

Michael

He has beef with every other driver

He steals routes

His timing is always the same

But he will drive away as you’re running to the stop

Lucifer was trained by him

He then proceeded to get Lucifer’s promotion to supervisor taken away once he deemed Lucifer too good

Wants to be in corporate

Does not drive anything over or below the speed limit.

Does not play the radio

Writes people up

Parents love him, children hate him 😤

5/10 simply because he doesn’t technically break the law

Raphael

Oh boy here we go

I do not think this man should have a license

Admittedly I know nothing about him

The only thing he drives is a dirt bike

He is banned from driving on all highways

If he has a chaperone he can maybe, maybe, drive on the road

He ran Michael off the road 2 times

This is why he can’t drive

Unrelated but he looks like he’d call Michael “Mikey”

Yea like the ninja turtle

6/10 for the memes

Thirteen

She puts those lil window stickers on her bus windows

Has a matching purple vest with Asmo

I also know nothing about her

But I feel like she’d slay

Drives by the rules sometimes

Gives stickers to the kids that behave

Gives disappointed looks to those that don’t

Tells all the kids that she’s any magical creature they think she is when they see her hair

Most kids think she’s a mermaid

She does what she wants honestly

8/10 simply because she calls out sometimes to go attend concerts

BONUS

Solomon

He does not drive

He got demoted from a driver to a monitor

Why you ask? He tried to use the bus in a street race after hours

Asmo had to step in and say that Solomon told him “he had no idea he was driving in a street race. He just wanted to get the bus away from the crazy drivers”

No one believed him

But Asmo has pretty privilege and a generally good record so Michael let it go

:[ he would have won if he didn’t forget that buses do not go well with speed bumps

He tells the kids he’s a magician and does minor illusion tricks to keep them distracted if there is traffic

Likes to mess with the other monitors

Is mainly the reason gossip spreads in the bus yard

10/10 I would genuinely be excited to go to school if he was on my bus when I was little

Luke

He’s like 10 years old

He can’t drive.

Simeon makes him the line leader when it’s time for the kids to get off the bus :]

Sometimes talks about the funky cars they see on the road

Once got into a fight with Mammon over the fact that his school id counted as “his license”

It does not

Mammon let him win tho

Dressed up like a bus driver for Halloween

Tells everyone that Solomon is half cat

Solomon does not understand why this small sassy child is convinced he’s a cat

10/10 he would be a great bus driver in like 30 centuries :]

[hangmanapologist]

lmao I sent that and then fell asleep for like 11 hours but I’m here now! *cracks knuckles* so Rhett has always been made fun of by his family for being hairier, his brother and father never really having much body hair themselves, but he has hair everywhere. it’s something he’s kinda insecure about. but with hookups it never really comes up because honestly they never get further than just wiggling their pants down far enough to get down to business, so that’s not really a problem. the problem comes when he first meets you. he doesn’t just want a quick one and done. he wants to take you out and treat you right, even if that means you don’t do more than a sweet kiss goodnight for the first seven dates you go on. but date number 8? it’s on. (you invited him in for “coffee” hoping that taking initiative would spark something in him. it does.) you’re straddling him on the couch, grinding and whimpering against him, enjoying the way his arm hair feels against the skin of your back where your shirt has come up. he’s so hard underneath you, you can’t wait to get at him so you slip down to the floor and start undoing his jeans when he’s like “uhhh… you don’t… it’s the first time so don’t feel like you have to” and you’re like 🤨 bc what? and when you express that you want to suck him off he’s like “…are you sure? I’m kinda hairy.” and you’re like “I know I like it” before going to town which blows. his. mind. after he cums you address what he said before and he tells you that it’s something he was made fun of and that other girls have complained that it’s scratchy and not cute. and you’re like “okay well they’re stupid. you’re hot and sexy and I love a hairy man. gonna floss with your chest hair.” and he full body blushes, mouth wide open in shock. his chin almost hitting the ground when you announce that you’re gonna ride his thigh. his eyes get glassy when he sees how wet his leg hair is as you’re moving against him. and you’re almost in tears because it feels so good. after you cum he gets you on your back and starts talking about “how puffy your clit is baby, is it all swollen because of my leg hair or because you wanna cum again? hmmm?” and then proceeds to eat you out until you’re wiggling away from overstimulation. he’s hard again and decides that it would be fun to make you ride him until you both cum again, his pubic hair scrapping again your sensitive clit makes you cry and it weakens your legs so you can hardly move and he’s like “oh poor baby. you need help?” then flips you onto your stomach, props your hips up and works you both over until you’re dripping with his cum. (you think your clit is gonna get a slight reprieve but his calloused finger makes its way around, getting you off one more time before he spills into you.) drooling and brainless on the couch he gently cleans you both up and gets you to bed. in the morning he’s trying to decide whether or not to sneak out because that was a lot for the first time and what if she didn’t like it and he’s spiraling when you roll over and play with his chest hair, kissing the smooth skin of his shoulder “morning cowboy. wanna go grab some breakfast? I’m starving after last night.” and he’s like “it wasn’t too much?” after kissing him to death, morning breath and all, you’re like “it was but in a good way and while we can’t do that every-time we will definitely be doing it again. now feed me.” y’all shower together and it’s not until you’re walking into the diner ahead of him that you’re walking a lil funny and he can’t help but be smug about it and wrap his arm around your waist, making sure no one looks at his girl funny. you enjoy breakfast and then the rest of your lives together.

THE HAIRY RHETT AGENDA IS ALIVE I LOVE THIS SONG

idk why him apologizing for being hair is so hot but

When he’s fucking you and he’s on top and you’re skin to skin you can feel his chest and stomach hair rubbing against you, especially your nipples and that’s what can send you over the edge a lot of the time!