#both teary eyed when eventually pulling apart

[httpiastri]

Him going to let go, but you just cling onto him tighter because you know you both need it after this weekend>>>

:(( the way that you sent this even before he lost his tire too….. he definitely needs it now 😭 and me too

[inamagicalhallucination]

so it happens on a mission that aku gets hit with an ability

he didn't meant to be hit

he honestly wasn't in the range to be hit, it was just... well he saw it go towards the jinko and his body just reacted. it was just practical that someone without anxiety got hit, yeah. that's what he was sticking with.

-

he wakes up in a room not his own, wearing kitty pajamas he does not own

he reaches for rashomon, she does not reach back

he grabs something as a makeshift weapon and walks out, ready to claw his way away and-

"ryuunosuke you... you wear the pajamas i got you?" atsushi

he whirls, atsushi is standing there with coffee cups in his hand, one he's sipping from and one he's holding out to aku

he makes no comment on akutagawa's makeshift weapon

akutagawa, from pure confusion ends up spilling, in his "what the fuck is going on jinko"

he's a college student here, roommates with atsushi -- they've been friends for two years now... atsushi, though confused at first and offering to call his doctor friend who's "only scary when she wants to dissect you!!" but eventually he decides that it must be true becuz this aku is very different from his own aku though his personality is still pretty cute -- like when they got in a fight and aku slapped his hand away and atsushi said "ow" cuz it hurt and he just stopped and apologized for the whole day -- seemingly surprised that it would hurt him at all

a few days in this dimension though,

-

akutagawa wakes up in another bed

he's not traveling to another dimension -- he's travelling through multiple dimensions

this one he wakes up in a small apartment, he looks around for atsushi but he isn't there -- he's confused and disoriented and he gets dressed, is extremely lucky that this aku's phone has the same password as his own, and tries to follow this aku's steps int he hopes of gaining some balance

this aku always visits a coffee shop -- it's written into his calendar and schedule

aku considers ignoring it -- but a flash of white catches his eyes and he walks in, and there behind the counter with a pleasant smile

he doesn't know why atsushi turns red when his face unwillingly melts into something at someone familiar or why he stumbles and trips when aku calls out to him (careful not to use jinko when last atsushi didn't have powers and just Stared at him)

he stays at the cafe wondering if its a coincidence that both universes had atsushi this close

probably

he watches atsushi anyway

a day into this universe and then

-

he wakes up in a warm bed, comfortable, the sun on his skin from the window, a warm body behind him, an arm over his body-

he jolts up

atsushi jinko

blinks awake, sitting up and with him asking whats wrong and aku's eyes land on a ring

a ring on atsushi's finger "YOU'RE MARRIED???"

"uhh yes dear, we're married um are you sick?"

akutagawa does not faint

a week of domestic bliss

-

and he wakes up to a pleasantly aching body and atsushi sitting on the bed reaching for his shirt

he hides himself under his blanket, face red as the dots connect

and muffled under his blanket he asks if theyre dating

theres a heavy pause

then

"ask me when u havent just had an orgasm... when ur serious"

and a few minutes later the door clicks shut

akutagawa pulls himself out of his blanket

lays there

and in a moment of something strange, writes down a note for this dimension's him to ask again

and then over and over again from one reality to another

for weeks or for a few hours

one atsushi to another atsushi to another-

every universe that he goes in, in some he's happy, in some he's about to reach happiness, and in some he has nothing -- and its all because of atsushi

and at some point he gives that universe's akutagawa's number to atsushi becuz he knows it'll bring light into this miserable reflection for him

or he leaves a note to try try try

but over and over

until he wakes up with a teary eyed atsushi

how has he never realized...

all the atsushi's were lovely and pretty and perfect but his... this atsushi

he sits up to reach over the bed and melt into a confused atsushi's arms

just for a moment

/

now did various aku's pop up in canon verse aku's body leaving a confused atsushi wondering if this is another aku and aku has to like convince him that he's actually his aku lmao

/

also it was

college/roommates au

cafe au

married au

fwb au

and a bunch more but i got tired of thinking

[sturnsbabie]

𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐋𝐄𝐎

PART TWO: THE NURSERY

pairing: dad!nate x sls!reader

summary: nate and sls get their twins room ready and they have a surprise for her brothers.

warnings:swearing,mentions of pregnancy,fluff.

it had been a few days since nate and i moved into our apartment.we finally have everything organized and unpacked except for the twins room.

we were gonna work on that today at some point. right now we were currently in the car on our way home from shopping for nursery items and a few clothes.

my brothers were gonna meet us at our apartment to help nate build the cribs and dressers.

once we got to the apartment the boys were waiting on us and they helped nate carry all the heavy stuff as nick helped me carry all the clothes.

the boys painted the babies room a offwhite color a few days ago while i spent the day with my mom because its not good for me to breathe paint fumes while pregnant.

we put up the babies name signs up first and the wall decorations. their room was a off white color. the signs were in a circle and it said their names in cursive and bold print in black and white. owen matthew and leo antonio.

then they had a few little initals hung up along with two little signs that said owen and leo on them.

the theme of their room was zoo animals. nate and i both picked it out together. it was just a simple but sweet nursery.

after a few hours the boys got done with building the cribs,dresser and rocking chair. everything was set up and it was starting to hit me that i could have the twins in 5 months or less.

the room was complete me and nate just needed to put away all the clothes and stuff like that but we would do it another day.

i stood in the babies room with my brothers and nate and hugged him while i got teary eyed because of how cute the babies room is.

“aw dont cry princess”he chuckled as he wiped my tears pressing a soft kiss to my lips.

“im just so inlove with their room its perfect i want to meet my babies already nate!” i said as i full on started to sob.

“they cant wait to meet mommy either but they’re not ready to come out yet they still have a lot of growing to do.”nate said as he rubbed my back soothingly.

her brothers just stood there in awe watching how nate was with the girl. they were so happy that it was him she was with and having babies by. deep down matt and nick knew the two would eventually end up together, chris knew too as much as he tried to deny it.

chris started getting teary eyed at his sister. “you’re making me cry sis”he said as he pulled her into a hug.

they all spent the evening together just watching movies as they ate wing stop for dinner. the girls biggest craving.

.•°♡°•.

it was now a month later. i was five almost six months pregnant now.nate and i were on our way to pick up my brothers because we were surprising them with taking them to a 3d ultrasound to see the twins.

they were going back to la soon for awhile, and they all have been talking about how they wanna see the twins at the ultrasound so i figured since they left for la in two days i would give them what they wanted.

we picked them up and headed to the ultrasound place without them knowing where we were going.

“cmon!just tell me already!!” chris whined.

“chris the whole purpose of a surprise is to be surprised!” nick said rolling his eyes.

i giggled. “were almost there chris youll see when we get there.” i said.

it was about a twenty minute drive from my moms to the ultrasound place, but we were about ten minutes away now.

i was super excited to see my babies faces again, and let my brothers see them too.

the twins were growing so good and they were healthy and everything was perfect with them.

once we got to the place chris gasped “am i gonna see owen!!?” he said.

“yeah you guys get to see your nephews today.”i said.

“come on lets go inside!”matt said excitedly.

nick was laughing as he was vlogging. nate and i gave my brothers permission to be able to talk and post about my pregnancy. the fans loved all the littke updates they would give them and theyd show pictures of my bumpdate. i find it so cute how my brothers loved being involved with my pregnancy and giving the fans updates.

we were now in the back of the ultrasound place and the nurse had me pull my shirt up revealing my bump so she could put the gel they use for the ultrasound on.

as soon as she put the gel on my belly she put the wand on my belly moving it around and showing little glimpses of the twins.

i looked over at my brothers and saw nick filming the ultrasound and matt was just in awe.

chris stood beside me watching the ultrasound. “which one is owen!” chris said excitedly.

“there he is chris.” i said pointing to him.

owen was just moving around in my belly a bit as leo was smiling.

chris got teary eyed taking his phone out and recording his nephews. matt was smiling and nick was pointing at the twins telling the camera which is which.

suddenly on the ultrasound screen you can see owen kicking leo. chris laughed “yeah thats my nephew” he said and everyone laughed.

nate chuckled. “son you better behave!” he said.

suddenly owen gives a big smile that melts my heart. i loved when we were able to see them and they would give small smiles.

“hes so cute” chris said as was sniffling.

“they both are so cute i cant wait for them to br born!” nick said as he sat the camera down to enjoy the moment now.

“look at little leo!”matt said excitedly.

the ultrasound tech printed out some pictures for us and the boys to keep. my brothers were excited to have their own ultrasound pictures of their nephews.

we left the ultrasound and headed back to my moms house. all the boys were talking about is their nephews and how excited they are. chris even got a photo frame to put owens picture in along with nick and matt putting both of the twins in their own frame.

just three more months til these sweet babies are here.

TAGLIST: @sturniololoves , @shinycreationtimemachine ,

@amaliarosewood , @realuvrrr , @certifiednatelover , @chr1sgirl4life , @thatssocancelled , @aurora-merritt , @ilovechrissturniolosposts , @sturniolo04 , @luvvholly

[bigbadwolfhye]

Read or Unread

Winter x Male Reader x Haram

I've been busy with assignments and projects so I've been slacking with stories but here's a short story to compensate, took a slight turn on the ending.

Angst, Smut (Slight Fluff)

Warning: Cheating ❌

You and Winter has been in a secret relationship for 2 years now since their debut, anniversary on the 30th.

Winter has been busy flying back and forth from America to Korea so it's hard for you two to meet up or hang out.

You knew Winter as Minjeong from High School as she is in your circle of friends and even had crushes with each other, you eventually confessed and she accepted the confession. Before she got casted as a trainee at SM Entertainment, you two were pretty close, always hanging out at your house and Winter is even close to your parents. But after debuting and constant promotions, she became so busy that you can't even call her for a 5 minute talk on the phone.

Now that Winter and her group are in the USA, you can't hang out with her but she did text you that later at lunch which is late at night for her, she'll call you and make up for the busy schedule which she promised to do. You can understand her, though. The workaholic and busy ethic was still in her just like when you were kids.

But now, you don't know what to do while you're waiting for lunch to come, you are bored yet excited.

You decided to go out and eat first before she calls, so you went to a cafe next to your apartment.

You ordered and sat on a chair and wait for your drink.

While waiting for your drink, a girl sits on the seat in front of you "Hey" she said.

You looked at her, confused "Uhmm... Hey? Do I know you?" you asked.

She giggled "You silly, I'm Haram" she said.

You immediately thought of Sungchan (One of your close friends) and looked at her "Doesn't ring a bell" you pretended to not know her.

She scoffed then rolled her eyes "You're kidding me, right? I'm Sungchan's girlfriend" she said.

"Oh! Yeah!" You pointed at her "Haram! I just remembered" you over-exajurated.

She took out her phone and showed her phone screen with her and Sungchan as the wallpaper "See?"

You felt a vibration on your pocket and you took out your phone looked at the screen and saw that Winter texted you, you didn't look at what she texted you but you just saw that she sent you a message "I'm sorry but I need to go now" you stood up and went outside, heading back home.

"Hey! Stop!" you looked back at the cafe, Haram running towards you.

"What do you want?" you asked.

"I need to talk to you" she replied.

"I have something to do, I'm sorry" you said as you turned around but Haram grabbed your arm tightly.

"Please, can you just give me a second to talk to you? I need your help" she said getting teary eyed.

You felt chills running up your spine as a tear left her eye, you uninstinctively pulled her into a warm embrace. She dug her face inside your chest as you rub the top of her head, she was sobbing quietly on your jacket.

You two are in the middle of the sidewalk, standing still. People stares at the both of you as they walk pass, it lasted a couple of minutes until you couldn't hear her sobbing anymore.

You broke the hug to look at her face, you gently moved the hair that is blocking her face and wiped her cheeks.

"Did something happened?" you asked.

She didn't even looked at you as she shakes her head no.

"Something definitely happened" you said, you grabbed her chin smoothly as you tip her head, facing you. She looks at you with her eyes starting to water again.

"He's cheating" she said, crying again.

"Ch-chea-cheating? Who? Sungchan?" you were outraged "Where is he? I'm gonna fucking kill him!" you yelled not caring about other people that walks past.

She looked at you then grabbed onto your arm once again "No! Don't! I need your help to bring him back to me" she said.

You looked at her, you were confused but you went with what she said "What help do you need?" you asked.

"I need to make him jealous" she answered.

"Jealous? Do you need a fake boyfriend or something?" you suggested.

She was elated with what you said "Can you be?" she asked.

You thought about Winter for a second before Haram grabs your hand and pulling you.

"What are you doing? Where are we going?" you asked.

"I need you and your house" she said.

She pushes you into the driver seat while she sat next to you, she passes you her car key.

"What are we doing?" you asked.

"Drive to your house" she said.

"Why my house?" you asked.

"Because my house is farther than yours" she replied.

"But could've just walked there, it's like a street away" you said.

"Do you really want your fake girlfriend to walk? I might get tired" she said.

"I'm still uncomfortable with you calling yourself my girlfriend" you said as you start the car.

"Fake girlfriend, you're just here to make Sungchan jealous" she said.

"I'm still gonna punch him if we meet" you said stepping on the brakes "And we're here"

"Wow, that was fast" she said.

"Told you it was near" you said as you open the door.

"Can I go to the bathroom real quick?" she asked.

"Yeah sure, the second door to the right" you said.

Haram went to the bathroom as you go and sit on the bed. You took out your phone looked at what Winter sent you.

"I'll call you after I do my skin care routine" Winter texted.

You replied with "I'm sorry for the late reply, I was talking to a friend of a friend at the Cafe. I'll be waiting for your call"

You looked at the clock and it's 11:28 am, plenty of time to cook something for Haram and talk about the plan to make Sungchan jealous.

You set your phone screen facedown on top of the bedside table and stood up, you went ahead and opened the bedroom to the living room where you found Haram with your towel wrapped around her, her hair dripping wet, and her clothes on your laundry basket.

"Sorry I took a shower" she said.

You immediately turned around to avoid staring at her.

"It's fine!" you said.

You heard her giggled "You can stare all you want, I won't mind" she said.

You turned back around, she was closer than what you think was. She suddenly hugged you.

"You do this to strangers you meet everyday?" you asked jokingly.

"No. I don't know but when I'm with you, I feel safe" she said.

Your heart skipped a beat as you broke the hug "Y-you... like me, don't you?" you asked.

She smiled shyly "What do you mean? This is the second time we met, I don't like you"

"Just making sure that we are on the same page, what we are doing is just fake, just making Sungchan jealous" you said with a straight face.

She looks down "Yeah..."

You went back inside your bedroom and took some clothes for her to wear, she followed you inside "Here's a t-shirt" you handed her a t-shirt which looked too oversized for her "No, not that" you took it back.

"I can wear whatever, I won't mind" she said.

"Okay, then you should pick, I'll cook something for us to eat" you said.

You left Haram on your bedroom as she pick clothes from your closet to wear.

You went to the kitchen and opened the fridge, you saw the kimchi as soon as you opened it so you immediately thought of cooking kimchi fried rice.

Haram comes out of the bedroom in your gray sweater which looked oversized on her.

You went ahead and placed a pan on the stove and turned on the fire, you put a small amount of oil in the pan. While you wait for the oil to heat up, you grabbed some pork belly from the freezer and slice it up to bite sized pieces. You then cut the kimchi and scooped some rice from the pot. You noticed that the pan was heated and sauteed the sliced up pork belly, after they browned a bit, you put the kimchi and some sesame oil. You smell the fragrant scent of the kimchi with sesame oil. After some time, you put the rice and green onions, you stirred that up and plated it.

"Eat" you said, she hurried to sit down and you gently helped her.

She took a bite of your dish, her eyes grew bigger as she continues to chew, she was amazed by the dish and ate it all.

"Wow, you eat fast" you complimented her.

"It's because it was so delicious" she said, "You're a great cook" she added. You could only do was smile at her smiling at you while keeping the eye contact.

She stood up not breaking the eye contact, she sits on your lap.

"H-haram?" you gulped. She got closer and closer until she kisses you, you froze in time as you close your eyes. Haram immediately stopped as you break the kiss she started.

"I didn't know what's gotten into me, but I think I'm in love with you" she says out of nowhere.

"What?!" You pushed her off.

You walked away to your bedroom and as you closes the door, Haram pushed herself in, locked the door and pushed you on the bed. She took her top off and sat on your crotch, "I'm fucking in love with you, from the first time I saw you and even more after we met today" she kisses your neck, she kisses deeply, lovingly. You tried to struggle but she tied your hands together with some shoe laces onto the bed frame.

"Haram, let go of me!" You pleaded, begged. But Haram didn't listen, she wanted you.

*Ring, ring, ring*

Haram looked around the room, your phone is ringing, probably Winter is calling you. She grabbed your phone on top of the bedside table, knowing that Winter is your girlfriend from the call name "Baby Winter❄️"

"Baby Winter, eh? You have a girlfriend?" Haram smiles in amusement as you struggle and have that angry face yelling no, over and over again.

Haram answers the call and put it on speaker.

"Hello?" Winter asked.

Haram signaled you to answer "H-hi! Hell-lo"

"Are you nervous? Or cold? Why are you talking like that?" Winter asked.

"No, It's just cold out here. I need to turn the AC down" you said.

"Don't get a cold, ok?" Winter said. Haram took this opportunity to mess with you, she pulled down your pants and started sucking on your cock.

"Oh my GOD! Yeesss!" You uncontrollably moaned as Haram took down your cock in her mouth, not feeling a touch of a woman in so long.

"Babe? Are you okay?" Winter asks worriedly.

"I'm fine, Winter. Just masturbating" you said unconsciously.

"What? You're masturbating? Now? Is it me? Are you thinking of me while doing it?" Winter's voice changed into a sultry seducing voice.

Haram's mouth pops as she lets go of your cock, she moved up and kissed you so you could taste yourself. She lines up her naked pussy into your cock, when she felt her pussy wets itself with just the touch of your cock into her pussy, she bounced onto you.

"Oh my god! I love your pussy!" You screamed. You made a quick movement and broke free from the shoe laces.

"Oh my, baby. You're so horny for me, I might need to masturbate too" Winter says.

You grabbed Haram's waist and pushed her down to your cock, now hitting her deeper parts.

Haram unconsciously moaned as you fuck her brains out "Oh my god! Your cock is the best! I love your cock, nothing will satisfy my pussy other than your cock! Babe, please! Fuck me more! I want you to be my baby's father! Please cum inside of me! Make me pregnant! Make me pregnant with your giant 12 inched cock! I need your cum in my pussy! I love your cock! My pussy is holding into your cock, pulling it deeper and you continue to fuck me deeper! I need to be bred by you! You need to cum inside me! Breed me! Fuck me like a slut! I'm your slut! I'm a cumdump! Cum inside me and breed me! I'm a slut, Master! I'm a cumdump for you to fill up with cum! I need to be pregnant by your cum! I'm s slut and you are my master! Fuck me, Master! Fuck me! Fuck Haram, Master! Cum inside Haram! Get Haram pregnant, Master! Just cum inside me, Master! Haram is a slut and a cumdump for you to put cum side Haram's pussy! My pussy is yours, Master! Haram's pussy is yours! Fill it with cum, please!" As Haram begged to be cummed in, Winter was speechless the whole time.

Winter was about to masturbate when she heard Haram talked. She continued to masturbate, but hearing your moans with another girl other than hers really broke Winter. She cries fingering herself, as she imagines you fucking somebody, cumming inside somebody, getting somebody pregnant. She squirted so hard that her whole bed was soaked, like it was rained on. Winter twitches as she cries after just squirting so much cum.

Now she's crying and you're cumming inside Haram.

[mhathotfic]

Why not both? Also I should be writing other stuff. But he is so toxic and mean in this and I’m so weak for him it’s disgusting. Truly sick. Anyways!

Warnings: omegaverse, DD/LG kink, piss kink, knotting and breeding, fem afab reader, vaginal sex described, heavy dub-con, Bakugou blackmails reader with no actual intention of following through, degradation, toxic relationship, written with plus size reader in mind

Pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x reader

-If you’d ask him, it’s her own fucking fault she’s in this mess

-She wanted to act big and tough and challenge the strongest Alpha, aka him, like some pathetic little Omega princess could go toe to toe with him

-Like it wasn’t in her nature to run like prey, or his to chase her down

-And that’s how it started

-Just a dumb little crybaby Omega trying to prove a point made to know her place was under an Alpha

-Sure he hadn’t meant to fuck her then

-Just scare sense into her, but holy fuck was it hard to hold back on her

-Soft warm plush pressing into his more hardened body so deliciously

-Bitten raw and worn lips from anxiety and teary eyed, just a hint of how gorgeous she’d look absolutely wrecked for him

-Chest heaving and little whimpers singing the sweetest siren song to him

-And not to mention her scent, like a rich and sweet buttercream

-It wasn’t his fault she didn’t deny him when his fingers slid between delicate folds

-Or that she didn’t say stop when he was rutting into her

-And if she really didn’t want him then why did she beg for his knot?

-If she’s was gonna act like it never happened, if she was gonna be a child about her own actions fine

-He’ll treat her like the dumb little baby she clearly wants to be

-Though he wasn’t expecting how true that statement actually was

-Weeks of cornering them growl at them and snapping about how they should just give in and be his mate

-How she’s clumsy and dumb and needs an Alpha in her life to take care of everything for her

-Weeks of bullying his way into her panties before making her cum on his dick again

-Taking video and pictures of her pretty pussy split open by his cock

-Her stupid little fucked out satisfied face

-Close ups of his knot stuck in her before he pulls out and his cum starts to seep out of her

-Even a video of him pissing on her when he got mad that she was confiding in another Alpha about him

-He saw it as marking his territory and no different than bounding her

-She saw it as embarrassing and a betrayal of her instincts because her inner Omega was pleased to smell of him in such a strong way

-He’d have never put it out there, couldn’t risk his Omega like that but he needed her to stop talking about it

-A vague threat of those pictures and videos getting out looming over her head was more than enough to buy her silence

-Bought her compliance after too, no matter how much she tried to get him to drop it

-A plea to let her get herself back to her apartment went on deaf ears as she was ushered into his car and made to give him directions

-Similarly her request he leave her at her door was ignored as he barged in

-“Fuck princess, see why you didn’t want me in here, too bad though. Daddy’s home and you aren’t getting away so fuckin’ easy now that I got ya all to myself”

-He said it like it made any sense, like it was normal as he went around inspect all her stuff

-Like he knew it wasn’t just cutesy shit she liked

-“I don’t understand, what are you—” “I knew it, you really are just a dumb crybaby slut huh?”

-He laughed finding a pacifier she forgot to put away

-And before she could defend herself and claim something else he was already raiding her room

-Making her put on her cute little nighties that invoked the innocence she was trying to emulate

-Telling her to show him how she used her toys and showing her how he’d use them and her

-Eventually breeding her when he just couldn’t wait any longer to stick his knot in her again

-Relishing in the fact that she fully accepted that her true place was under him now

-That she begged and cried for her Daddy’s knot until her voice gave out

[j04n-of-3nvy]

she’s slamming her hands against the window, ripping at the door handle, screaming that you’re trying to force her to go, saying IT WAS MY IDEA, IT WAS MY IDEA, LET ME OUT. you fail to ignore the bitter reminder of everything it took to get her in. there is a five hour interval between the time you arrive at your mother’s house to help her pack for rehab and when you finally get her in the car. this time is filled completing an absolutely unnecessary and equally never-ending list of tasks produced with the sole intent of prolonging the time between now and when we reach the facility. five hours of labor and painstaking persistence just for her to pick a fight over a goddamn joint as you’re finally backing out of the driveway. you will eventually learn that believing your mother’s word is the ultimate act of faith, one that most often goes unrewarded, if not altogether punished, but not today, because now you’re both getting out and she’s tearing her things out of the car as you walk to your own. you get in and just breathe. in. out. in again. then you scream and you cry and you slam your fists against the steering wheel, the ceiling, the window, again and again and again and again until you’re tired of feeling like your mother, until there’s nothing left in you to feel at all. you wonder how much of her resides inside you, how many pieces you can pull out of yourself if you just keep pushing at them like loose teeth. you wonder how the heartstrings that always make you pick up the phone when she calls are still strung, how taut they’ll have to become before they snap. you think about how it’s always slamming doors, it’s always I CAN’T HELP YOU RIGHT NOW and YOU NEVER COULD, MOM, YOU NEVER COULD. she slides into your passenger seat now, teary-eyed and needing a favor, always needing a favor: your mother, your daughter, your burden, your burden, your burden. she never fails to remind you that these arms were made for holding her, that this body was made to be your mother’s mother. she’s talking and you’re just staring through the windshield. she’s talking and you’re staring right through her face. you sit very still and you think about a pair of scissors, pliers, a circular saw; you think about cutting your arms off at the shoulder, clipping the heartstrings, pulling the teeth out one by one. you sit very still and you think about every brutal way you could pull yourself apart, every means in which you might shatter yourself over and over again and when you imagine the moment of death you do not let yourself flinch. you force yourself to look right at it until it feels real because that is the only way to convince yourself you don’t want it. she’s still talking and you’re still sitting very, very still. you force the thought away, spit it out with the blood that you are certain you taste in your mouth. you’re not sure why, but you wish the saliva didn’t come out clear. 

therapy isn't going to be enough for this // joan of envy

[e-munson666]

He might be upset (pt5)

++Jamie Bower x F!Reader x Joseph Quinn love triangle++

(Directly after the fight at the cast party and Joseph drags you from Jamies apartment. After Joseph egged him on Jamie is more determined than ever. He wasn't expecting what came next however....)

x language, mention of blood, smoking, jealousy, angst, fluffier than pt4, sexual tension, touching, kissing, a more possessive Jamie?? ×

(Pt1) (Pt2) (Pt3) (Pt4)

[Taglist: @randodummy @myersobsessed @baby-blue04 @phantomxoxo @imsocoollo @lu123sworld ]

🖤xoxo

Jamie did his best to remain calm, rising from the cement as he watched Joseph tightly grip your arm as he pulled you out of the apartment. He kept his cool as he politely asked everyone else to leave, despite much protest and questioning from his fellow castmates. He assured everyone he was perfectly fine, and that what had happened was nothing for them to worry about. "He's just had a few I think"

Once he was alone he couldn't help but stew in his own anger. Once he cleaned the blood from the cut Josephs knuckles left on his cheek, he paced around in his apartment chain smoking cigarettes. He was furious, jealous, and sad. He had spotted you and Joe kissing outside his front door, watched as Joe picked you up and carried you into a car and drove away. How could you leave with him like that after that display??

He was just about to light another cigarette when he heard a loud knock on his door. He looked at his phone, *12:45A.M* he raised his brow in confusion. He hesitated for a moment before finally walking over to the door and swinging it open thoughtlessly.

There you were, still in your swimsuit and cover-up, eyes wide and teary. Makeup streaming your face. "Jamie" you started before he pulled you inside and shut the door.

"Whats wrong love, whats happened" he asks, heart breaking as he watched streams of tears fall to your cheeks. He wrapped you tightly in his arms instinctively. You hesitated for a moment before returning the hug, squeezing him back.

"Jamie are you ok?" You sobbed into his chest. "Im so sorry I left. I'm so sorry" you repeated, shaking into your sobs.

"Hey, whoa hey," Jamie says, pulling you away to look you in the eyes. "Sweetheart don't apologize to me" "This is not your fault." He wiped tears from your cheeks and shushed you quietly when you started to speak again.

"Sweetheart, Joseph and I have been doing this dance with each other for awhile now. It was bound to get out of hand eventually."He joked, kissing your cheek.

"Jamie why are you guys fighting like this, over me?" You ask, in a shy low voice. You didn't have a bad view of yourself necessarily. But you couldn't figure out why these two highly sought after men were fighting like children over you. You weren't really upset necessarily, more flattered. You were infatuated with the both of them, like BADLY. You hated the thought of choosing one over the other, but you knew that had to happen soon before someone got hurt......uh well more hurt after what happened at the party.

"Princess," Jamie says, in a soft low tone. Hand holding your chin to keep your gaze on him as he spoke. "We both know what we want, and are both very stubborn." He chuckles "I certainly am not willing to bow down and let him have you." He grins at you again, seeing the wide, curious look in your eyes. "You are mine" he breaths into your lips before softly kissing them.

He feels you weaken at his words. Feels the shiver you make, and sees the way your thighs pressed together tightly. A wave of confidence ran through him at the sight of you crumbling. "Come with me" he whispered softy into the nape of your neck before pressing his lips to it. He broke away from the still lingering embrace and held out his hand.

You looked up at him wide eyed and blushing. You smiled sweetly before taking his hand. A sight that Jamie swears was the single most beautiful he had ever seen. He slowly lead you down the hall to his bedroom. Guided you to the bed before slightly nudging you to sit. "Wait right here love." He says, kissing your hand before letting it go.

He walked to the chest at the end of his bed and pulled blanket out it it. It was soft, and was black with little white skulls on it. He wrapped it around you tightly, kissing your forehead. He walked into his master bathroom, turing on the tap in the huge quartz tub. He quickly prepared the bath with some lavender salts and bubble bath, checking frequently to make sure the temperature was right.

He walked back into the bedroom to get you. He immediately noticed, to his surprise, that you had already removed your swimsuit and cover up, and were now wrapped up in the blanket. And nothing but the blanket. His heart skipped a beat as he excitedly walked over to you, scooping you up bridal style and carried you to the bathroom.

He gently set you down next to the tub. He didn't even have time to look away before you dropped the blanket and stood naked, and perfect, right in front of him. He couldn't look away. He'd imagined what you'd look like undressed, but the view in front of him was far more angelic than he could have ever hoped.

You stepped gingerly into the tub, turning to face him as you slowly sank down. "You're coming in too right?" face still flushed, smile wide as Jamie took in your words. You laid down on one end of the tub, bubbles now covering your perfect form. Jamie does not hesitate before removing his belt, and undoing his pants. He steps out of them with ease and slowly sinks down on the other side of the tub.

Jamie swears he's dreaming. "Joseph's knocked me out and this is a dream," he thinks to himself. He's quickly pulled back into reality as he feels your body press up against his in the water. He opens his eyes to see you snuggling yourself into his front, resting your head on his chest. "Hi Beautiful" he coos into your ear as he strokes your hair gently.

You remain like this for what seems like hours. Jamie is perfectly content until he feels you shiver around him, now realizing the temperature of the water has drastically changed. "Lets get you out of here and warmed up princess," Jamie says before slowly rising from the tub and stepping out. You watch his beautifully sculpted body saunter to the towel rack and back, unable to remove your gaze from him.

You shiver again as you stand up and take Jamies hand as he helps you from the tub, wrapping a large soft towel around you. "Stay with me tonight, please" he asks, wrapping a towel around himself. Your eyes meet his as you nod, he placed a hand on your waist and led you back to his bed.

He bounds over to his closet, grabbing a large black shirt, and two pair of his boxers before quickly returning to your side. "Is this ok?" He asks, holding the clothes out to you. You blush slightly and nod again. You shimmy into the boxers and, in Jamies opinion, used painfully slow movements to pull the shirt down over your head. Giving him a glorious view of your naked chest.

He quickly put boxers on himself before pulling the covers back and helping you into his bed. He climbs in behind you and wraps himself tightly around you under the heavy blanket. "You look so beautiful, in my clothes" he breathes, kissing your neck lightly. You slightly moan at his kiss and this sends him into overdrive.

Before you know it he is on top of you, straddling you, nibbling and sucking your nape. His hands are exploring under your shirt as he slowly leans in for another kiss. As his lips meet yours, you feel his soft, but firm hand grasp your breast. You let out a soft moan into his mouth. He goes to pull away before you wrap your arms around his shoulders, desperately pulling him in for more.

"Jamie...." you start, pulling him back enough to lock eyes with him, "I want you" you gasp, out of breath.

"Oh darling, you have no idea how long I've waited to hear you say that" he whispers, while running his hand to your waistband. "Like I said" he cooed, before gliding his hand down your bottoms, stopping at your warm core. Smile wide and hungry. "You are mine."

[badcompanys]

ever since they were little, they’ve had to share just about everything. denise would claim that it was due to a lack of funds - clothes from the goodwill in a size that could fit both twins, nothing inherently feminine or masculine, splattered with paint or other various stains. they got the bottom of the barrel, things nobody wanted any longer.

but to them, it was exciting and new. and usually led to a fight. which would cause a lot of yelling and screaming and denise’s harsh words before she finally retired to her bedroom with one of her headaches. that’s what they called their mom’s drug addiction - she just had a migraine problem.

that was the reason that sometimes the power got turned off, or they showed up late at school ( or didn’t attend at all ). she was good for a few weeks, and then she’d fall off the wagon again, caring more about the abstract of getting high than the two human beings she brought into the world.

louise would steal the neighbor’s newspaper and snag the funnies out of it before junior had the chance, stuffing them under her mattress to read, but her mother once mentioned it to him, he went in and ripped them apart before she could clean out the space. louise was devastated, that was the last time she tried to hide anything from her twin.

the old bike that tabitha gave to them, a hand me down when talia grew too big for it, was their first chance at freedom. they’d stay out all hours of the day, when the sun was high in the sky and sweat dripped off their foreheads, or in the winter when a brisk chill settled in the air. it didn’t matter to them.

louise sits on the handlebars and junior pedals, and they’re off.

they nearly crash when a vehicle comes close, and a teary eyed louise hops down and pulls her knees to her chest. junior walks the bike over to her, keeps it perched between his knees, and glances down.

“promise me when we’re big, you won’t leave me.”

she says, after hearing about a family at school that’s parents got divorced. the kids decided to go with opposing parents, leaving them alone in the world without one another. it’s been on her mind all day and though she tried to hide it, louise was never good at keeping her emotions at bay. junior lets the bike fall to the ground and comes to sit beside his sister, pulling her head against his shoulder.

“promise, lulu. you’re not gonna get rid’a me that easy.” 

they sit like that til the fireflies come out, tiny flickers of light under a dim street lamp. eventually, tabitha finds them huddled together and escorts them home, letting them sleep in the back of her car. she doesn’t wake denise - who’s high as a kite and locked away in the back bedroom, and tucks the kids onto the couch, builds a wall of pillows around them and presses kisses to their foreheads.

at least they had someone looking out for them. they just never realized how important tabitha crowley had become until it was almost too late.

[cocaineeyliner]

After Dark

Summary: Vincent and Valentine were off to bed. After nearly 112 years in the life they were given, neither have gotten used to it and the nightmares haven't gone away.

Warnings: Crying ??? Hard-core lovely sibling fluff

Word Count: 776

The sun was beginning to rise over the horizon. The rain from the night still hadn't stopped, and the small drops knocked on the window. Vincent shook his head as he looked out at his home in Gotham City. It looked so much different in the morning light than it did at night. Everything seemed a little more quiet.

With a sigh, he yanked the black-out blinds down, securing them so no sunlight could sneak in through the cracks. He stood there for a moment taking a deep breath before turning around and making his way into the kitchen. His hands moved slowly, grabbing a cup off the drying rack and his bottle of wine, pouring a drink quickly and silently.

Alcohol didn't do much of anything to him but the bitterness helped him feel something, even if it wasn't a lot. He took another sip and made his way back over to his bedroom.

Once inside, he closed the door quietly behind him and sat himself down on the edge of his bed. After sitting there for a while, staring blankly at nothing in particular for a few minutes, his eyes finally drifted to the clock. It read 7:17.

The rain was still knocking at the window, not letting up, begging to be let in. Vincent just couldn't bring himself to move. There were so many things running through his head.

He'd lost track of how long he'd sat there, contemplating the events of yesterday when someone started to knock on his door. He didn't bother to answer because there was only one person that would be bothering him this early.

“Vincent…” She spoke softly, her voice trembling with terror, the sheer horror within the pitch of her voice took Vincent by surprise, making him jump up from his bed and yank his door open.

What was he expecting? He wasn't sure, but something or someone was a danger to his sister or himself. However, that's not what he found.

Instead, he was greeted by his teary-eyed sister. Her eyes were wide and red, looking terrified beyond belief. Her lip quivered, threatening to fall apart at any given minute. Instead of saying something, she just leaned forward and touched his chest.

He could feel her trembling with just her touch, "You're okay."

She had barely spoken the words but he knew well what had happened now, he felt like he had done this once before, although it had only been years ago now. He felt a lump in his throat as he looked away, closing his eyes tightly in order to stop the tears that threatened to fall.

"I'm sorry," he spoke, tugging her against him in a tight hug.

"It wasn't your fault," she said, hugging him back tightly. She pulled away after a second and grabbed his face, wiping his cheeks with her thumb softly, "Now please tell me everything is okay!"

His heart ached at the sight of his sister, "We both are fine."

She only stared at her older twin for a moment, before she nodded and laid down against him again.

Vincent sighed and ran his hand gently through her hair. She leaned her head against his chest. He continued running his hand through her hair for several minutes, waiting for her to calm down enough to speak. They sat together in silence, just holding each other tightly.

Eventually, she broke the silence. "Can I stay in here with you tonight?"

Vincent hesitated for just a moment before answering, "As long as you want to."

He shifted until he was laying down, pulling her close to his chest. She rested her head on his chest, listening intently as he continued running his fingers through her hair. Eventually, her breathing slowed and she fell asleep. Vincent sighed and closed his eyes, knowing that sleep wouldn't take him for a while.

The sounds of the rain began to sound muffled to him, his mind too preoccupied with other thoughts to truly pay attention to it.

The apartment was still dark and silent save for the occasional creaking of a floorboard or the soft snores of her sister sleeping soundly beside him. He sat in the darkness of the room with his eyes open, watching as the shadows danced around the walls and the door. He listened to his sister's steady breathing, trying to use it to help him drift off himself.

When he finally began to doze, he found that every time he tried to relax, he kept thinking about something. He wanted nothing more than for all of his worries to go away, if only for an hour or two.

[trashyocstash]

the second chapter of the aran/cadhla fic

Now that Cadhla had landed her job with the WVBA, it was time for her to leave for Dublin. She was thankful at least that the drive was only three and a half hours long, so, she figured, it wouldn't be that bad. But first, she needed to say her goodbyes.

Her parents were both a bit teary eyed.

"Make sure to call us everyday!" Her mother exclaimed.

"Please take care of yourself too." Her father added.

Cadhla smiled at them. "I promise."

She hugged them both, said her goodbyes, and then headed into her car. 

As she placed her hands on the steering wheel, Cadhla thought about how she had never been on her own like this before, away from her home and family. It was kind of scary…but also exciting.

Cadhla took a deep breath, started the car, turned on the GPS, then drove off.

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Eventually, she arrived in Dublin, and continued using the GPS to make her way to her apartment. She didn't know her way around after all, so essentially relied on the GPS to tell her where to go exactly.

As she drove around, Cadhla found herself feeling intimidated by the city. It was huge, and there were…a lot of people. She felt a bit nervous too, but did her best to pull through. After all, she was given the opportunity to work with a huge organization, she couldn't let it go to waste.

Cadhla soon arrived at her apartment,  carrying her stuff inside with her in boxes. She set them down and looked around her apartment, taking it all in. 

The apartment was rather plain, with white walls, light brown hardwood flooring and some pretty basic looking furniture, nothing that really stood out in any way, with the colours being generic. There was no hint of personality anywhere. Still, Cadhla didn't mind, she figured she could really have some fun redecorating the place. Plus, she'd never lived alone before, and thought that it would be nice, if a little scary, but she could deal with that.

She texted her parents to let them know she arrived. As she predicted, they were both ecstatic for her, and also kept asking her questions, such as how her apartment was and if she was alright. While Cadhla felt a slight annoyance at all the questions, truthfully, she was happy that her parents cared as much as they did.

Once she told her parents everything was fine and there was no need for more questions, she began to unpack her things.

The apartment could use a new paint job later, but for now, she took to properly decorating the place with all her stuff. For some background noise, she'd also turned on the TV and saw one of the WVBA's boxing matches, between boxers named Don Flamenco and Bald Bull. Despite her lack of interest in sports, the match was making her feel even more excited to work with the WVBA, a fight between a matador and a guy with a bull themeing was pretty perfect after all. It was overall a pretty entertaining fight.

When she finished unpacking, Cadhla felt tired. It was a long day, she had work tomorrow and needed rest. So, she slipped on her nightgown, went to her new bed and fell asleep. As she drifted off to sleep, her mind was filled with thoughts of her new job..and boxing..

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The next day, Cadhla made her way to work. The WVBA had a building in Dublin, and that's where she was headed to.

Once she arrived, she saw an official, who walked up to her and greeted her.

"Cadhla Devlin is it?"

She nodded. "Yes..that's me.."

"Good, our main boxer, Aran Ryan, has some matches coming up. You'll be making posters for them, to be hung around the city and uploaded on our official website." The official replied.

Cadhla nodded, feeling a bit nervous. "I'll..do my best.."

Then, Aran Ryan himself walked inside the building. The official saw him and smiled, a little nervously. "Ah, here's Aran now!"

She turned to look at him and her eyes widened. Aran was tall and muscular, with long red hair pulled back into a ponytail, a chiselled jaw, stubble and cheekbones. He was wearing a skin tight tank top, boxing shorts and boxing shoes. Her face reddened as she stared at him, unable to stop thinking about how handsome he looked, albeit unconventionally handsome, but still, she loved it. And this was the guy she was making stuff for? She figured she'd be too distracted by his face to finish anything.

Aran looked at Cadhla, amused by her blushing face. "And who are you?"

"Cadhla Devlin..I'm um..the new graphic designer here..they want me to make posters for your upcoming matches.." She replied shyly.

He smirked. "Ah, well I hope you'll do a good job..cutie.." Then he walked off.

Cadhla's face was even redder at that smirk and him calling her "cutie". Apparently he thought she was cute, well, she certainly appreciated it.

She looked at the official. "Well..I should be going now, where do the graphic designers work?"

"Ah yes, follow me."

He led her to a small room, with a few computers. "You'll work here." Then he left.

Cadhla looked at the room, she was expecting something bigger but shrugged it off and sat down to work.

As she predicted, she was getting distracted by Aran's face, especially when she noticed his striking blue eyes. But she simply couldn't help herself, she liked his uniquely handsome face and couldn't deny she enjoyed the sight of his muscles. Cadhla had never seen one of Aran's matches before, but now she wanted to, her mind wandering to what he'd look like topless, and the sight of his bare chest all sweaty and heaving..

"Focus..you have to focus..you can't lose your job.." She reminded herself.

Eventually she did manage to pull through, focusing long enough to finish the posters, even if it was rather difficult. She sighed in relief when she was done, and hoped that next time Aran wouldn't be so..distracting..

With her work finished, and having let the officials know, Cadhla found herself wandering around the building. She soon saw a door, one that she recalled Aran going into, and opened it slightly.

On the other side was a gym, fully painted green with some shamrock symbols around. Cadhla scanned it, when her eyes landed on Aran. He was lifting weights with ease, and the sight made her red again.

Aran felt he was being watched, and his eyes landed on Cadhla's. She saw him staring back at her, and in her embarrassment, quickly shut the door.

He knew she definitely had a crush on him, and he didn't mind. She was adorable, especially with those freckles on her face…and pretty too..

Aran shook off that thought and went back to working out.

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Cadhla decided to leave, with her work finished, and her embarrassment that Aran had caught her staring after all. So, she got in her car and headed back to her apartment. 

When she arrived, Cadhla just wanted to relax, she still felt embarrassed about Aran catching her watching him, but hopefully things wouldn't be at least too awkward next time she saw him. She did feel legitimately interested in getting to know him, with her crush and all.

For now, she decided to just relax with some takeout and watch a movie. She ordered some pizza after finding a pizza place online, put a movie she wanted to watch on, and tried to distract herself from her anxieties. It wasn't just Aran, it was the fact she was in a new city, away from the life she'd always known. So she wasn't familiar with things here, but hoped that eventually she would get used to Dublin, and the city could truly feel like home.

Later on, Cadhla changed and headed to bed. As she drifted off to sleep, she couldn't stop thinking about Aran, putting a smile on her face as she pushed away her embarrassment and thought about his handsome face and muscular body.

[notladylikes]

ever since they were little, they’ve had to share just about everything. denise would claim that it was due to a lack of funds - clothes from the goodwill in a size that could fit both twins, nothing inherently feminine or masculine, splattered with paint or other various stains. they got the bottom of the barrel, things nobody wanted any longer.

but to them, it was exciting and new. and usually led to a fight. which would cause a lot of yelling and screaming and denise’s harsh words before she finally retired to her bedroom with one of her headaches. that’s what they called their mom’s drug addiction - she just had a migraine problem.

that was the reason that sometimes the power got turned off, or they showed up late at school ( or didn’t attend at all ). she was good for a few weeks, and then she’d fall off the wagon again, caring more about the abstract of getting high than the two human beings she brought into the world.

louise would steal the neighbor’s newspaper and snag the funnies out of it before junior had the chance, stuffing them under her mattress to read, but her mother once mentioned it to him, he went in and ripped them apart before she could clean out the space. louise was devastated, that was the last time she tried to hide anything from her twin.

the old bike that tabitha gave to them, a hand me down when talia grew too big for it, was their first chance at freedom. they’d stay out all hours of the day, when the sun was high in the sky and sweat dripped off their foreheads, or in the winter when a brisk chill settled in the air. it didn’t matter to them.

louise sits on the handlebars and junior pedals, and they’re off.

they nearly crash when a vehicle comes close, and a teary eyed louise hops down and pulls her knees to her chest. junior walks the bike over to her, keeps it perched between his knees, and glances down.

“promise me when we’re big, you won’t leave me.”

she says, after hearing about a family at school that’s parents got divorced. the kids decided to go with opposing parents, leaving them alone in the world without one another. it’s been on her mind all day and though she tried to hide it, louise was never good at keeping her emotions at bay. junior lets the bike fall to the ground and comes to sit beside his sister, pulling her head against his shoulder.

“promise, lulu. you’re not gonna get rid’a me that easy.” 

they sit like that til the fireflies come out, tiny flickers of light under a dim street lamp. eventually, tabitha finds them huddled together and escorts them home, letting them sleep in the back of her car. she doesn’t wake denise - who’s high as a kite and locked away in the back bedroom, and tucks the kids onto the couch, builds a wall of pillows around them and presses kisses to their foreheads.

at least they had someone looking out for them. they just never realized how important tabitha crowley had become until it was almost too late.

[seung-hwa]

okay, angel?

Word Count: 2k

Pairing: Yunho x fem!reader

Warnings: SMUT, pwp, dacryphilia, dom!Yunho, sub!reader, oral (f and m receiving), cum-eating, fingering, piv, unprotected sex (be safe y’all), begging, cockwarming, being held down (idk if there’s a kink name for it sorry), rough sex, praise!

Summary: truly just pwp, I was horny I guess, Yunho gives you a good dicking down

A/N: lmao anyfuckingway click here to read my other works.

Yunho loves seeing you like this, on your knees, mouth stuffed full of his cock. One of your hands stroking at the base of his cock while the other fondles his balls. He can see the spit collecting at the corners of your mouth and he nonchalantly brings his thumb to your lips to wipe it off. He maintains eye contact with you as he brings his thumb to his mouth tasting your spit on his tongue.

The way you moan is sinful, and he has to clench the bed sheets to keep the shiver from running down his spine. His pretty little angel, all teary eyed for him, trying so hard to get him to cum just from using your mouth. You were so determined, a precious little thing, you just wanted to make him feel good.

You’d been so needy to see him all day and when he came through the apartment door you had practically tackled him to the ground. He knows you left some marks on his neck, he doesn’t mind it though. He thinks it’s so cute how you try to act possessive over him as if he could ever leave you. Especially not when you look like that, tears breaking your waterline and streaming down your cheeks.

Fuck.

Yunho wants to ruin you when you look at him like that, you’re just so fucking desperate for him. He decides to finally take control and puts a hand behind your head, knotting his hand into your hair and forcing you down on his cock. Deeper and deeper until you're choking on it. He knows you can take it though, and he’s pleased to see you inhaling deeply through your nose to keep yourself from pulling off of him.

He forces your hands off the base of his cock and pushes you further, nose brushing against his pubic bone. He can feel the muscles of your throat contracting around his cock and he shuts his eyes at the feeling, relishing in the way that you’re being such a good girl for him. He brings his other hand to your throat, feeling his dick inside of you and that’s when he finally lets out his own moan.

The sound has you clenching your legs, pussy absolutely throbbing with how good he looks above you. He pulls and pushes your head along his length, going slow at first until he knows you can take it. Eventually he puts both hands on the side of your face and holds you there as he thrusts into your mouth, your moans vibrating along his cock and spurring him along until his thrusts begin to get sloppy.

You take control now and he allows you to. You’re bobbing your head up and down his length watching his face contort into pleasure and his mouth hang open as he shoots his cum into your mouth.

You know better than to swallow it, waiting for Yunho to come off his high first. His glassy eyes look at you and when you open your mouth to show him his cum, he gives you a lazy smirk and a nod of his head. You swallow down his seed, all while maintaining eye contact with him.

“Such a good girl for me…”

The praise sends a wave of wetness down to your core and you look up at him desperately, hoping he’ll give you what you want.

“Come here angel, let me give you what you deserve,”.

He pulls you up by your arms and his mouth is on yours in an instant. He can taste his cum on your tongue, but he doesn’t care, he just loves the taste of you.

Yunho lays you on the bed, lips trailing from your mouth down to your neck. He decides to leave his own little markings on you, after all, everyone needs to know that you’re his. The moans he elicits from you are enough to send a twitch back down to his length, but he can indulge in that later. Right now, he just wants to taste your sweetness on his tongue.

He makes his way down your body devastatingly slow. You whine for him and you can feel his smirk on your skin. Yunho nips a little at your stomach and thighs, drawing little gasps from your swollen lips. He sits up on the bed, large hands massaging your thighs, knowing that he’s being a little mean teasing you like this, but he wants to hear you beg for him.

“Baby you look a little frustrated, what’s wrong angel?” His tone is sickeningly sweet and so fake it has you whining and exasperated with him.

“Use your words (y/n). What do you want?”

“You! I want you to please just do something!”

“What do you want me to do baby?” The smirk returns to his face, he knows you hate to beg. That’s why hearing you plead for him makes it all the better. He also loves the way you look so flustered whenever you have to verbalize exactly what it is that you want him to do.

“I want you to eat me out, Yunho please,” you’re past the point of caring about your pride. The wetness between your thighs is becoming unbearable and you need him to relieve you.

“Mmm is that all you want?” He brings his hand to rub up and down your slit, the action makes you jump and you try to push your hips closer to his hand. He knows you too well, and his other hand slides up to your hip to keep you in place as he teasingly runs at your slit.

You’re just about to beg for him again as he slips a finger into you, your beg being immediately replaced by a moan. You bite at your bottom lip as he slips another finger in and thrusts into you shallowly. He watches his fingers going into you, sees the way you’re so wet for him, pussy taking his fingers easily.

He hooks his fingers just right and you moan out for him again, he looks up at your face and can see the tears threatening to fall once again. This spurs him on and he thrusts into you faster, bringing his thumb to your clit to rub messy circles on it. You squirm against him, chasing after your high and he has to tighten his grip on your hip to keep you in place. He wants to be the one to control when you cum.

Yunho curls his fingers and he feels you begin to shake against him, “good girl, cum for me (y/n), cum for me baby,”. And that you do. Your orgasm rips through you in white hot ecstasy, it’s no surprise, Yunho always makes sure that you cum at least once before he fucks into you.

Before you’ve even come down from your high you can feel his tongue lapping at your entrance. He knows you’re sensitive but he also knows that you can take it. He licks and kisses at your entrance, tasting your release and he’s so focused on eating you out like a man starved that he can barely hear how much of a moaning mess you are above him. You clench your thighs against his head and he brings his hands up to your knees to open you up to him once more. He looks into your eyes and can see you crying for him again.

Your hands reach down to tangle in his hair as he begins to suck at your clit. The sting of your pull has him moaning into your pussy and the sensation brings you close to ecstasy once more.

“Please please please,” voice sounding so raspy from the abuse of his cock down your throat as well as all the moans you’ve given him thus far. He can only give you exactly what you want, and with his tongue circling your clit, he taps your thigh, signaling for you to let go for him again.

His tongue is there lapping up at your juices once more, but you have to push him away, too sensitive for his tongue. He complies and crashes his mouth to yours once again. This time you can taste yourself on his tongue and you moan into his mouth. The kiss is messy, tongue and teeth and spit but you’ve riled him up so much he can’t help but be a little rough. He needs to fuck you so badly but he waits until your ready to do so.

You pull away from him and reach down to grab at his rock hard cock, eliciting a moan from him as you stroke at his tip. His hand grabs at your wrist and slams it near your head as warning.

“Don’t be bad,” normally you’d love to tease him a bit more, but you’re just ready for him to fuck you. So, you nod your head at him quickly and assure him you’ll be his good girl.

With that he lines himself at your entrance and pushes into you easily. He always forgets how tight you are against him, and he has to pause once he pushes into you fully. Your pussy clenches at him and he takes your other wrist, bringing both of them above your and holding you in place like that.

He doesn’t want you to touch him, he’ll cum too fast if he feels your hands on his body. As you wait for him to move you give him butterfly kisses along his face, the most tender moment of the night, the calm before the storm. A last remnant of sweetness before he ruins you.

His thrust out of you is slow, but once he thrusts in he goes hard. The movement brings your whole body higher on the bed. He fucks into you hard and fast, hands tightening along your wrists and your eyes go watery once more. You try to moan his name but you can’t get a coherent word out. All you can focus on is the drag of his cock inside of you, hitting you right where you need him. His hands leave your wrists and he rests his arms on either side of your head.

Yunho watches the way your face contorts in pleasure, all for him. He can feel your pussy fluttering around him and he knows you’re close to your third release of the night. He kisses you hard once more, tongue easily winning over dominance and he reaches between your bodies to rub your clit. The action has you damn near squealing into his mouth as your walls tighten around him.

His thrusts are getting sloppy but he wants you to reach your high before him. “Come on baby, you have one more in you right? Be a good girl and cum for me, okay angel?” He knows you need the praise and it gets you right where he wants you. You moan into his mouth and your body shakes against him as you cum one more time.

He chases his own high and soon after stills as he cums inside of you, painting your walls white. He stays inside of you and lays his body against yours, being careful not to crush you under his weight. He buries his head into your neck, leaving gentle kisses along your sweaty skin. You rub your hands on his back, bringing a shiver down his spine with how good it feels.

Yunho moves to pull out but you keep him in place, begging with your eyes for him to stay in you. He doesn’t usually like to cockwarm, it leaves him horny all day but the way you’re looking at him with those pretty glassy eyes makes him say yes. He tells you that he still needs to clean you up first and you oblige, albeit grumpily. Once he’s done wiping away the release from between your legs he positions himself behind you, cuddling you to his chest as he inserts himself in you again.

He rubs lazy circles against your arm as you slowly begin to fall asleep. You sleep with the feeling of being stuffed full and he falls asleep with your warmth surrounding him. The last thing on both of your minds being the morning sex that’s definitely going to happen when you both wake up the next day.

[hyunjilicious]

A/n: I'm low-key terrified because I never wrote anything like this before... 🥺 so I hope it doesn't suck? Thanks for the request @hommoturttle I hope its ok!

Summary: just sex. And breeding kink. SMUT 1.6K

Warnings: smut, some dirty talk, the tiniest bit of degradation, breeding kink obvi and some possessive Bucky. 18+ please!! (also idk about you but this gif does ✨things✨ to me - like.. Mr Barnes, stick whatever you want wherever you wantksksksk ok I'm done 🥲)

It would happen after a mission that you went on without him. No matter how used he is to going away and putting himself in danger, his brain refuses to accept that that's your job too. He gets crazy worried, sweats through most of the nights that you're not there to sleep on his chest, snaps at everyone that tells him to calm down, and counts the days until you're back. He's usually able to stand the distance, but not in these scenarios. He always ends up missing you like you've been gone for months, but the way the night you're back unfolds, makes up for everything.

No amount of cuddling, sweet nothings or showers together could possibly make up for the time away like the frantic rounds of sex you always go through as soon as you get back do. And it's always the same, he's on top of you, hovering above your body as his eyes never leave your frame. He wants to see every detail, every inch of your face, every feature that he loves so much. 

It starts crazy and it ends even more so. Foreplay is long forgotten, everything you get is him throwing you on the bed and ripping every piece of clothing that stands in his way. And it's more than enough, the pure need and hunger in his manic blue eyes, has the power to drive you insane in record time.

You're a squirming, wet and needy mess by the time he has you naked on his bed, hands clawing up to him. "Come on, Bucky, I need you"

And it drives him up the walls too. He hates the belt that slows him down, and his shirts never make it out intact. 

Biting down hard on his lower lip as his need gets the best of him, Bucky's breathing passes the threshold of obscene, his buffed chest heaving as he can't help himself.

"Come here, doll" he finally rasps, his voice low and grave as his jeans fall to the floor.

In a moment, he's on top of you, his legs lodged in between yours. Every touch is amplified by the wait and the feeling of his rough hands on your waist is mind-blowing. You squirm under his touch, trying to wiggle your way closer to him.

"Missed me too, huh?" Bucky grins proudly, gently but sternly grabbing your chin. His thumb rubs along your jawline, his teeth showing as he can't hide his enthusiasm.

"Yes-" you breathe out, melting under his touch. "Missed you so much, Buck."

"Need me?" he keeps teasing, lowering himself so that his lips reach the side of your neck. At first, it's his hot breath that you allow yourself to get drunk on, but when his teeth lewdly sink into your skin, you yelp, your thighs involuntarily closing around his hips.

And you can tell he takes pride in the responses he gets from you. You're sure he feels the goosebumps up your arms, or the way your rib cage shakes with every breath you take. But he keeps going, his greedy hands exploring your naked body, taking your breasts into his palms as he keeps on sucking claim marks into your neck.

"Fuck, Bucky-" you moan, back arching. His lips and his fingers are already too much for you to take, but when the tip of his cock brushes against your thigh, you're all but done. 

"Tell me you need me, doll" he hums, pushing himself up on his left arm. The mattress dips under the weight of his metal hand, and as you look between your bodies, your eyes land on the way he's eagerly fisting his cock in his right hand. You're caged in his hold, and it's the only thing you want.

"You're all I need, Bucky" you cry, your hands softly roaming up his chest. His hair had fallen around his face, framing his features and offering them the required amount of shadow needed to accentuate his carnal desire. Bottom lip wet and lodged between his teeth, he watches you closely, waiting for more.

"Bucky, please-" you continue, uselessly shaking your hips from side to side. "I'm already so wet, I'm such a mess for you sometimes. Just use me, do whatever you want with me, I just need to feel you, Bucky. Deep inside me, please"

He shakes his head in disbelief, hints of bitter laughter escaping his lips. "Such a needy, little thing" he muttered to himself.

With your mind clouded and busy enjoying the build-up, when the tip of his cock connectes to your folds, your eyes snap wide. Your reaction brings a proud grin to Bucky’s lips, but this is just the beginning.

Giving you no time to adjust whatsoever, he slams himself into you, bottoming out as you feel your breath cut short. "Fuck, fuck-" you pant, wrapping your arms around his shoulders in a pathetic attempt to ground yourself.

"Be good for me, doll, ok?" Bucky groans against your ear. His body is right on top of yours, fully rocking you against the mattress with every deep and powerful thrust of his hips. "You need to take all of me"

You can feel him up into your chest, your pleasure materializing in the form of tears, coating your eyes for just a short second before running down your temples. 

"Buck-" you cry.

"I'm gonna fill you up, baby" he grunts, holding onto your shoulders as he shoves himself deeper. "Deep inside your belly, yeah? Gonna feel me for days"

And you're not that close yet, your brain isn't yet drowning in hormones, so you can think straight, you can form a decent answer - but you refuse to. You just squeeze your eyes shut and grit your teeth, sucking the pleasure his cock forced into your body. Every vein is palpable, your walls closing in around him as if his size isn't already a tad bit more than you'd normally find comfortable. But you love it, he's there, as close as he can get, consuming himself right there with you.

"Fuck-" Bucky grunts, his metal fingers wrapping around the roots of your hair. It's unwashed - a weeks worth of sweat embedded into its fibers but he doesn't care. He only sees you. "I missed you so fucking bad, doll-"

"I'm here, baby-" you coo, your words shaky and barely audible.

You don't know if he heard you, or if he even processed your sentence, he's too caught up.

"You're mine - you're here with me, only mine-" he adds, fervently sucking away at the skin of your neck. "My baby, my angel, mine-" he grunts, emphasising his last word with the help of a ravaging thrust that shakes you to your core.

You cry out, his name burning your throat as you feel him ripping your insides apart.

"Bucky- Buck- I-"

"So sweet-" he cuts you off, moving his head to the other side of your neck. "And only fucking mine. Say it-" he demands.

"I'm-" you gasp, "I'm yours, only yours"

"All mine"

You faintly nod along, vision blurry as you start to lose yourself.

"Say it!" Bucky adds.

"I'm all yours"

"Say it again"

"I'm... all- all yours, Bucky" you manage to mutter before a pleasure filled whine erupts from your throat. "I'm getting close… Bucky, I can't-"

"Easy now-" he moans, slowing down his pace. He comes face to face with you, his damp lips sloppily pressing against yours. He's still balls deep inside your cunt, making the gentle movement of his hips almost unbearable.

Eventually, he slowly tilts your head to the side, burying his face into your hair as he whispers against your ear, "I'm gonna pump you full, yeah? Gonna fill this sweet cunt with my cum, and you, like the good little slut you are, are not gonna let any of it go waste, right?"

"Yeah…"

"Gonna use that pretty cunt of yours to milk my cock dry, yeah?"

You whimper and nodd, frantically trying to get him to pick up his pace. But he isn't having it. When he finally pulls out at that agonisingly slow pace, he captures your lips into another kiss as he slams himself back in.

"Come on, Bucky, fill me up" you cried, involuntarily pulling breaking the kiss, "I wanna feel you inside me"

"Oh, you're gonna feel me inside you alright" he taunted, repeating his movements and pulling all the way out before forcing himself all the way back in. "A little bit of me inside you-" he growls and thrusts again, deeper and harder, "Growing inside you-"

"Holy- fuck!" you screamed, throwing your head back.

"Mine forever, doll-" Bucky grunts, both of you dangerously close the edge, "Yeah?"

"Mhm-" you hum, whiny and all teary eyed with your lips gathered between your teeth.

And then you're all but done - legs tightly wrapped around his middle - every muscle of your body clenching uncontrollably as a spiral of pleasure engulfs your body. And Bucky isn't far behind, your name being the only thing on his lips as he shoots his load deep inside your pussy - careless and irregular, a few last thrusts until he crashes down on top of you.

Although out of breath, as the last waves of your orgasm propagate along your body, you still cling to him. Bucky's face is hidden against your shoulder as he struggles to come down from his high, none of you willing to move even an inch.

"I'm never pulling out" he jokes, and it takes all the energy you have left inside your body to chuckle along.

"Wouldn't ask you to" you laugh, "But you're crushing me so-"

With a grunt, but still with impeccable ease, Bucky wraps his arms around your middle and spins the two of you around, until he's laying on his back with you against his chest. 

"There-" he shrugs placing a kiss on the top of your head, "Problem solved"

[erwinsvow]

𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐬 | 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐧

author's note: sorry i just cannot stop writing headcanons! it's my favorite thing to write. i really hope everyone enjoys these, they include things from these two works of mine as well :) -shea

𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐤𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐢𝐧

very much the involved boyfriend

once you guys finally start dating, he just immediately wants you guys to merge lives and share friends, even though that’s not a simple process

but it’s really because he cares about you so deeply he doesn’t want there to be a part of his life that you’re just not involved in

therefore; very involved

you guys manage your schedules together and plan out dinners and dates in advance

he mostly really likes having something to look forward too, like time with you

the kind of boyfriend that remembers little stuff you say here and there

like if you mention your mom’s birthday is coming up, he’ll ask later what you’re getting her and suggest some ideas. probably would send your mom flowers too to earn brownie points

or if you have a stressful week with exams and papers, he’ll stop by randomly with coffee and a snack and a hug

i honestly don’t see jean as the kind of boyfriend to start/carry on a fight, because he would hate knowing that you two are upset with each other. so i think any fights would be resolved pretty quickly

if one did happen to go over night or last a few days, he would definitely apologize first and bring you flowers, even if you were the one who started it

honestly though, with a guy like jean, what is there to fight about

overall, just a super caring boyfriend that makes the little stuff the memorable stuff

𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐭

the! best! boyfriend! ever!

i see armin as the ideal caring boyfriend

he just really likes to have someone to take care of, and he is also really touched that someone trusts him enough to ensure their heart to him

so he takes every measure to make sure he’s being the best partner he can be

a lot of emotional sharing, and i feel like would happen pretty early on as well

only because he is so trustworthy and you know you can tell him everything on your mind, even stuff that you maybe haven’t told anyone else

this just makes your relationship progress even further. you two are the couple that has been dating for a month but knows they are going to be together for a long time

speaking of, you are the mom and the dad of the friend group, which is so adorable but calls for a lot of teasing from your friends

but armin knows he’s going to marry you one day, so he just laughs when eren cracks another joke about it

𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐮𝐧

i’ll be real, this relationship is definitely not the easiest

reiner definitely loves you, don’t get me wrong, but a big part of him probably thinks he doesn’t deserve someone like you to care about him

which isn’t easy in a relationship because i feel like he would try and distance himself from getting too attached in the beginning

maybe he just thinks you’re going to see through him and realize you don’t want this anymore (which is not true at all, but just his intrusive thoughts)

i think you would try to reassure him about your feelings and how much you want this relationship, but then he feels like you shouldn’t have to reassure him, and that you shouldn’t be in the kind of relationship where you have to reassure the person. basically he thinks you deserve someone better, and you know that there is no one better for you

eventually i think this reaches a breaking point. through a lot of angst and honesty and tears, you two finally work it out

i think after clearing things up, things take a huge turn for the better

he definitely learns that there’s nothing wrong with being a relationship where you have to take care of each other, and he’s definitely thankful that you continued to stand by him

so sorry about this angst, but on the bright side, this man would be such a devoted boyfriend

his friends definitely make fun of him for looking at you like you hung the stars and moon in the sky

i also think all this angst would lead to you two being really open and vulnerable with each other, which is really important to him

also definitely a mama’s boy and can’t wait to introduce you to her

just like armin, he knows you’re gonna be his wife someday

𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐫

even though i think it would take eren a long time to settle down and commit to a healthy, long-term relationship, once he does, he would be a great boyfriend

he is a really caring guy, and i feel like part of his hesitance is about opening up to someone if they’re just gonna leave

but i think he can tell early on that this would be different

i have a feeling his love language is quality time, and so you two are always planning little things together

he especially loves last-minute, impromptu dates that arise from a random thought

like he’ll grab two sandwiches and take you to the beach at sunset, even if you just got home or had something to get done

or knock on your door at midnight and take you to the nearest roof to stargaze together

i feel like eren is the boyfriend who becomes your closest friend over time

you guys go to each other first when you need to rant or talk or babble endlessly

it’s an interesting dynamic but it works well for you guys

the kind of bf that people assume he’s a single bachelor and will stay that way forever, or people don’t believe that he’s settled down, and then when they see you two together they’re shocked

𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐨 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐭

you and marco have the most wholesome relationship

if i had to picture anyone whose relationship feels like the honeymoon phase even after a whole year, it is marco

he has a habit of making every small date, every meeting or interaction just feel so special, like every day is a special occasion

the kind of boyfriend who gets you a promise ring early on with every intention of replacing it with an engagement ring and wedding band one day

a big moment for him is introducing you to his friends! he knows they’ll love you, and he just wants you to meet the other most important people in his life

especially you and jean, this boy would be on cloud nine seeing you two get along so well. makes him super happy and teary-eyed

the responsible bf who takes care of everything for you, even little, everyday things so you don’t have to worry about it

like making sure there’s a cup of water on the nightstand when you go to bed, or setting an extra alarm to make sure you don’t oversleep, or reminding you about a deadline

overall just <3 boyfriend marco

𝐥𝐞𝐯𝐢 𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧

the nonchalant, cool boyfriend who has to hide how sappy he actually is

pretends like he’s not nervous as all hell on your first date. acts like you leaning into him on the walk back home, or kissing his cheek at your doorstep before you say good night isn’t giving him heart palpitations.

also majorly touch-starved. after you two really open up to each other, which happens way sooner than he expected, it’s hard for him to keep his hands away from you.

he’s reserved in public, a simple arm around you waist or hands interlaced while you guys are out

but when you’re in the privacy of your home, it’s almost instinctual for him to pull you close

he loves when you lay your head on his chest, but nothing compares to when you let him lay his head on yours.

you stroke his hair and sit in silence, appreciating the quiet mumble of the television and the sound of each other breathing

always falls asleep like this, and he’s never been much of a nap guy, but ever since he met you, he’s reformed

not to mention your skin is always so warm and soft, and his is always on the colder side, so he’s just drawn to you

also i see him as the kind of guy who proposes out of nowhere, like you aren’t expecting it at all after a quiet dinner together at home, you’re getting up to grab dessert and he pulls out a ring

“how about dessert and naps for as long as we both shall live?”

𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐨 𝐠𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐝

once again, pock tries to put on a tough facade but we all know he’s just a softie on the inside

in fact, it’s a little while into your relationship that you notice him softening up with you, trying less hard to seem like someone else and getting more comfortable around you

you definitely don’t mention it, because you don’t want him to realize how you’ve been noticing it lately, but it definitely makes your chest feel warm and fuzzy at the thought of him being more himself

it’s not long at all before you can’t even see any semblance of that tough guy you met for the first time

the kind of whipped boyfriend that carries your bags when you go shopping, grabs your coffee order on the way to visit you, and likes to have quiet nights in more than going out

your favorite memories with him include watching rom-coms and munching on popcorn in his apartment, everyone else out and about on a saturday night

the leftover pizza is sitting on the counter, and you turn to go put it away when you notice pock teary-eyed at the movie!

yes, this boy cries at sappy romantic movies and you regret ever putting on the notebook that one night because you wanted to get laid after and that just did not happen because he was crying too much

but also just treats you so right and has every intention of being the best boyfriend he can, doesn’t ever want to do anything to hurt you and is highkey very glad he met you and has someone to be so open and comfortable with!

𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫

can you spell boyfriend material.

the most comforting, wholesome boyfriend in the world. you actually can’t believe he’s single when you guys meet for the first time, because there’s just no way.

this is the take him home to meet your parents guy, introduce him to your friends right away guy because you know it’s serious

i talked about how bertholdt is the bf who just listens to your talks and rambles for as long as you need to, and always offers advice and sweet words, but he really does take it to the next level

lets you cry it out when you need to, rubbing your back and hair softly and not minding when his shirt is covered in tears

or alternatively lets you rant about your annoying professor or a terribly rude stranger or whatever else is plaguing your mind today

texts you every day asking how you’re doing, always calls you before bed if you guys aren’t together

he just has the ability to make you feel so heard and seen

and of course you never forget to take care of him, as well. it makes for a really comfortable dynamic.

very easy to imagine spending the rest of your life with him despite the fact that he has kicked you off the bed multiple times in his sleep

𝐞𝐫𝐰𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐡

alternatively, husband material

takes all of five minutes into having a conversation with him to realize this is a responsible, mature guy

which are usually far and few between

i’d like to think he’s similar to marco in the way that he likes to make sure things are taken care for you, he likes to get things off of your shoulders even though you feel like you should be doing it for him instead

this translates to a lot of checking in phone calls, making sure you’ve eaten dinner and haven’t skipped meals because of your busy schedule

always makes time for you and especially loves having date nights every saturday, it’s wonderful when you haven’t been able to see him all week

anyways, you get engaged and married so fast bc you just had to snatch him up

[cynettic]

Hello, can I request a reaction with childe, albedo, xiao and diluc where their SO is pretty clumsy and one day, they (the characters) just snap and say mean things? Please end it with comfort or something nice, my heart isnt strong enough to handle full angst :')

Clumsy S/O x Genshin

Summary - As someone clumsy, the genshin boys often pay special attention to your little accidents and mishaps. One day they snap, comforting ending though ;-;

Pairings - ClumsyReader x Childe / Albedo / Xiao / Diluc

Warnings - A bit of possessive behaviour for Xiao- but otherwise, a tad bit of angst at the beginning of each one.

A/N - After I wrote Albedo’s hc I realized that seeing him angry… would be really hot. Might write up a degradation one after-

Childe

“Stop it! It’s not funny anymore!”

It wasn’t surprising that once again, you’d managed to trip on your own feet and now somehow the vase sitting on the stool next to the couch had fallen… and broke.

But it was the first time you’d heard those words come from him.

“What do you mean… stop?”

Childe had never said anything about your clumsy antics, always picking you up and laughing or teasing the situation off. On the occasion that you got hurt, he’d tend to your wounds and make you promise to be more careful. Of course there was always a next time, and next time, and text time…

Until Childe had enough.

“From falling- tripping over your feet and taking down everything with you! No one tumbles around this much… so either you’re just doing this for fun or- or…”

He began to realize after those words that he’d taken it too far. When glancing at your teary eyes and how your figure started to shake he knew he couldn’t take those words back.

He knew it wasn’t your fault, he knew you tried to be as careful as you could.

But it was so frustrating.

You were still laying on the ground from the fall, and he bent down to help you up. You didn’t look him in the eyes, and an empty feeling buried itself in his stomach when you stood up.

“I’m… sorry.”

It was you who spoke these words, shoulders still shaking. You knew it might’ve been frustrating or annoying for Childe.

The two of you are just standing there, Childe feeling ten times guiltier because you apologized, and you feeling terrible because you’d broken another vase and he’d yelled at you for it.

The two of you feel so bad about it- ;-;

It isn’t till Childe acts out and pulls you into a hug that you realize he felt bad for yelling at you. Sure he may have been frustrated, but it was only cause he was worried about your well being, he didnt want you getting hurt.

“Im sorry Y/n… I didn’t mean to act out like that. I know you're trying your best.”

Albedo

“What happened.”

It was supposed to come out as a question, his eyes trailing over the mess of his lab and the sorry pitiful state it was in.

It didn’t come out sounding like a question.

Seeing Albedo angry of all things was only a myth among the knights of Favonius, a joke to Klee, and a topic never brought up to the citizens of Monstadt.

Albedo? Mad?? Impossible.

Well, you were living proof that it indeed wasnt a myth to see the alchemist angry.

“I fell…” was all you said in response to his glare. “I wasn’t paying attention and I tripped against the table… I’m sorry…”

Of course you were sorry, just waiting for Albedo to get home and maybe scanning the lab and all his experiments while he was away. No bad intentions, but unfortunately your bad habit of tripping over your own feet summoned itself at the worst moments.

Usually, Albedo would catch you with utmost ease. A reflex he’d learned from Klee before she went sprinting out to cause more of a ruckus. If you were to get hurt, he’d usher or carry you back into his house before patching you up. It was always quick and painless, but he made you repeat why you’d fell and how to avoid it.

Albedo wouldn’t be comforting you now.

“You fell?” He simply asked, his tone menacing enough to know that it was something important in that jumble of experiments. “You seem to do that a lot nowadays don’t you?”

You’re at a loss for words, “I’ll help you clean it up… I didn’t mean to-”

Not wanting to mention how the glass shards had cut your hand, you stood up with wobbly knees to start picking up the pieces of glass. You were sure your boyfriend had put a lot of work towards this, and you felt terrible for having ruined it all.

Albedo isn’t a savage tho.

He notices the cut on your palm, and your shaky figure as you begin to clean up the mess you’d made. He knows that cleaning up the lab as soon as possible is important, but you’re still his top priority.

“Come here.”

When you don’t immediately go to him, he walks to you. Taking your wrists and getting a good view of the injury. He tugs you to the doorway to get you fixed up, and realizes that you’re shaking, a little bit too much…

“It… seems I was a bit too harsh earlier.” He fully faces you, expression softening. “I’m sorry, I know you didn’t mean to, none of the items on the table were of any importance if it makes you feel better.”

Please let him wipe any stray tears if you do cry, he didn’t mean to sound so angry, and really doesn’t care too much about what was on that table. Poor man’s just had a tough day at work.

Xiao

“I worry for you, every single minute of every goddamn day- every moment that my eyes aren't on you! Why don’t you make it easier for me and just sit still?!”

Xiao is protective.

That fact is known, its accepted, you might even find it endearing.

But Xiao has lived a much longer life than you, he’s seen the people he loves crumple and drain away. Watched them fade from his life one at a time, so he’s dedicated to making sure you stick around.

He knows that eternity isn’t an option for you, so he makes sure that the time you both have together is s a f e . Which means yes, he will catch you every single time you fall. Especially if it’s off the Wangshu stairs that you somehow always trip on?

The poor boy worries excessively for you, so much that he will try to hurry up the process of clearing out the normal hilichurls or threats that lie around Liyue Port.

But on the very rare occasion that you somehow end up into trouble without him there…

You don’t yell “Xiao” like he told you to, you know he makes such an effort on making you safe, a bit too much… you don’t want to summon him to every trouble you have. You’re independent, one scrape isn’t going to kill you.

“I’m fine,” you simply say when he comes back to find your whole hand encompassed in bandages. “Just tripped.”

Xiao is not impressed.

He worries too much, far too much, and seeing you brush it off when he tries so hard to make sure you’re never in pain- he wishes you’d just sit still, wait for him and not trip on your own feet when doing such mundane things.

“I worry for you, every single minute of every goddamn day- every moment that my eyes aren't on you! Why don’t you make it easier for me and just sit still?!”

You’re obviously taken aback by the statement, “Xiao?” You offer him a comforting hug, trying to loosen his stiff muscles. “It’s impossible from protecting me from everything y’know… I appreciate your worry but I’m fine.”

But that’s a matter that is strained between the two of you, and will continue to be that way until either Xiao somehow lets go of his protective anxious faze, or you just accept it.

Either way, the boy will continue to catch you when you fall. Even if you broke apart from him, left him, you’d still occasionally feel the lightest touch when you trip over your feet and feel yourself steadied.

Diluc

“Are you doing this on purpose?!”

Just like Xiao, Diluc is fairly protective over you, especially if it concerns your health.

He’s often not quick enough to catch you, but instead picks you up in his arms and sits you on the table to make sure you’re not hurt.

You often get bruises, but nothing more serious. He makes sure to kiss them better- something you jokingly stated once, and he’s actually taken it seriously.

“Kissing it will make it feel better? You’re sure?”

Overall, Diluc was very understanding to your clumsy antics. Maybe even find it endearing on a hard day of work, either way, he’d never yell at you for it.

Until he had enough.

It’s exhausting, to hear something clatter and know that you’d probably tripped. Tripped and harmed yourself in one way or another, the options were infinite, and Diluc’s anxiety could heighten at the slightest crashing noise.

“Are you doing this on purpose?!”

Eventually it became too much and he asked you that exact question, hands tangling through his hair as he stared at you wide eyed, furious. There you were on the floor, just a single chair knocked down as you were beginning to shakily stand back up.

“No… of course not. I wouldn’t do these things for fun-“

It’s not like you enjoyed absentmindedly stumbling into objects, it just… happened. Diluc was usually so patient and understanding… so why?

“I know… it’s just...” he rubbed the temples on either side of his face with his thumbs, frown set in a line. “I keep worrying and worrying- every time I hear a noise like that…”

It doesn’t take long for him to sort this out through a conversation, and then settle that you need to be more mindful and careful, something you have to improve on. He will simply watch on the sidelines, catch you when he can, and coax you when you end up hurt.

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Prompt: Roman ranting to a stuffed animal and throwing it out of anger before he gets sad and apologizes

Okay okay okay, so this one may have gotten very long and angsty and also about familial logan and roman but in my defense, uhhh, it's real sweet. I really just adore the sides as family, I cannot explain it, they just work so well.

so,

Watch out for sickness (sorta), self hatred, pain, self deprecation, crying, yelling, and rejection.

Wordcount: 3028

Roman’s eyes were brimming with stinging tears. His usual flashy bravado was wobbling precariously where he stood in Thomas’ living room in his spot by the TV. His tight smile was beginning to weaken and tremble. He was putting everything he had into keeping his shoulders back and his chin held up like he naturally did, but it was getting harder by the second.

All he wanted to do was curl up into a ball, cry until he was too tired to continue, and then pass out. That’s all he wanted.

But reality is stupid, and he had to wait out the conversation going on.

His whole body ached distantly, which was normal enough for Roman. It wasn’t the most amount of pain he had ever been put through, but it was still sharp enough to pull his attention away from the ongoing discussion. It was the especially ruthless blows to Thomas’ pride that hit Roman hard, sometimes hard enough to make his whole body feel bruised and tender as it did then.

Roman could remember when it first began at a young age, when his confidence was shaken, and his body would become horribly sore in addition to his crushed ego. He distantly recalled running to a young Logan, teary eyed and distressed, begging Logic to explain what was happening to him. There wasn’t much that Logan could do for him, as the pain didn’t actually show on his skin, it was more of a phantom bruise that he could only feel, not see. The poor little panicked Logan gave him something child safe for his physical pain and offered an incredibly stiff hug for the emotional pain. Then he followed Roman around all dayIt didn’t do much, but adult Roman could appreciate the well-meant attempt in hindsight.

Present day Roman was quite used to the pain coming and going from time to time. Smaller levels of pain were both frequent and pretty easy to ignore. It was like being sore after a tough workout and Roman barely noticed those things anymore.

It was the really bad pains that Roman dreaded. Sometimes he’d wake up from long, vivid nightmares about the pain increasing to unbearable levels as he forced himself to work for days on end. The dreams were horribly detailed, with Roman experiencing every moment of up to even a week of suffering. The prince would wake up in shambles, emotionally exhausted and stressed. He hated how weak and vulnerable he felt after waking up after those dreams. It was hard to feel like a big strong prince those days, because he really just wanted to cry and get a hug, but he was supposed to look out for the others, so he powered through.

Roman was pretty much completely tuned out from the dilemma. He already knew what it was about, Thomas was upset about because a close friend of his, one that he had been drifting apart from, came out and began saying horrible things about him and his worth.

Patton was understandably in shambles, Janus was furious that he had overlooked the red flags early on, enough to let that person so dangerously close, Virgil was a panicked wreck, and even Logan was frazzled as he took on the brunt of the other sides’ weighty emotions.

Remus was Remus, so the downcast emotions just spurred his dark musings. He didn’t actually care about the situation though, so there wasn’t much there outside of suggesting various ways of strangling the friend.

The group was merciful enough to not press Roman when his contributions to the conversation petered out and eventually, they were gently dismissed as Thomas went up to his bedroom to retire. Logan said something about both Thomas and the sides needing to get some rest before he sank out, followed by the others.

His battered body continued to ache as he sunk out and then rose up in his room, dizzy and pained.

Roman stumbled to his bed, it was a huge, lavish mattress beneath a massive red canopy and stout wooden bedframe.

He toed off his bulky boots and plopped onto the bed, rolling over from his aching back to his aching side. His eyes were watering now, and he could unabashedly wince at the searing pain. He gritted his teeth and held a feathery pillow against his chest.

It would go away eventually. He just had to remind himself until it passed.

Survive another hour. And when he did that, he would just do it again, and then again and again.

Roman sniffled as the gentle piano music that always filled his rooms played overhead. Usually it was comforting, but now it felt like a taunt, like a cruel contrast to what he was feeling. He curled up into a tighter ball around his pillow.

He hated being pride sometime. He hated what it meant and what it came with. The fun flashy moments were too few, he hated being dependent on positive attention and praise. He hated how he was brought low so easily, like the Mindscape was making him suffer for the way his ego got too much sometimes. Roman was ego, the good and the bad sides of it, and the bad side was so painful.

That soaring feeling of pride that came when things went right, when he and Thomas felt loved, worthy, special, talented, handsome, and confident, they were so strong and overwhelming. He loved his role, adored it, even.

But when Roman had to physically take the pain that contrasted it, he couldn’t help but hate it. The worst of him seemed to come out too. The big tough image he made for himself really worked against him there, because his already damaged ego just can’t bear to ask for help most of the time. And now? When nearly everyone was a mess, and Logan was probably currently going from room to room, helping, comforting, explaining, and caring for the other sides.

Roman had no right to add more to that burden, not when his bruised pride has no cure. The only thing to do is wait it out. The others need more than he does right now, and Logan’s attention is better off with them.

To better solidify his decision, Roman tried imagining a stern Logan scolding him for whining about attention for an ailment he can’t do anything about. He pictured the side leaving the prince’s room and slamming the door to look after somebody else.

Weirdly enough, the mental picture only made him feel worse.

It was hardly the most glamorous heroic sacrifice he could make, but Roman almost convinced himself that he felt glad he could feel just a tiny bit like a brave prince. He was putting others in front of himself. That was good, right?

The ache was intensifying at a steady pace and Roman had to bite his tongue to keep from letting out a pathetic, wordless whine of pain. He wiped his stinging eyes on his sleeve and tried to think of better things.

Disney. Dogs. Theater. Movies. Fantasy books. Dessert. Paint. Poems. Shiny stuff. Pirates. Music. Singing. Glitter. Pasta. Ow. Ow. No. Nope working.

Distractions weren’t working, his throat was tightening with a cry. He pulled the pillow up to his face to muffle a sharp sob of sudden pain. The soft material absorbed his tears and cradled his face.

He felt so alone.

Slowly, Roman managed to sit up. It stung horribly, but he got there carefully. He scanned the immediate area for some form of comfort. His almost absurd number of throw blankets were scattered over the bed, there was an elaborate clock on his bedside table, and a small pile of stuffed animals at the foot of the bed.

After a moment of consideration, he extended his leg to hook the nearest plushie with his foot. It hurt like crazy, but he managed to pull it over to him.

It was a long-haired, reddish-brown teddy bear with simple black bead eyes. There was a big red heart stitched onto its tummy and its little arms were curved as if trying to give someone a hug. Its little nose was also a tiny heart, and it nearly got a small smile from the prince.

Roman slowly curled up in his sheets again, still in enormous amounts of pain, but this time with the little bear at his side, which was almost helpful.

He ran a hand through the bear’s soft fur around its ears.

“You’re soft.” Roman murmured to the bear, “It’s nice, makes me feel less lonely somehow.”

The bear, predictably, did not respond to him. It just gazed at him with its soulless bead eyes, yet somehow Roman still felt like the bear cared about his pain.

“I like to run mess with Pat’s hair while we watch movies,” Roman whispered, “Logan too when he lets me. He likes it, but he hates admitting it.” He smiled. “But sometimes, he’s relaxed enough to allow it.”

“It’s my fault I’m alone right now,” Roman admitted to the stuffed animal, “I made that choice, but it doesn’t stop it from hurting on top of the bruised pride thing.”

Roman rubbed his moist eyes with his free hand, his other kept stroking the bear.

“I think I set myself up for pain a lot.” The prince confessed as his pain flared especially badly.

He held the bear closer to his chest, letting his tears drip onto it. Then he pulled the bear back enough to look into its eyes.

He sniffled. “I think, I think I deserve it a little. I make bad choices and lash out, then it hurts me, but I think, I always know it will and I do it anyway. I check myself, but maybe it isn’t so good.”

The bear didn’t do anything in particular, but Roman could feel sympathy.

“I’m not sure I deserve it, but I still want to punish myself.” Roman whispered hoarsely as his eyes welled up again. “They’re all too good for me. They’re so strong and selfless and kind. And I’m full of myself, and narcistic and mean and selfish and stupid and-”

Roman’s pain worsened tremendously, and he nearly dropped the bear in agony. Silent tears were dripping onto the bedsheets as he forced back sobs.

A new wave of pain entered him as his thoughts grew darker.

He was so cruel to his family; they didn’t deserve that. He was so overly proud of his achievements, even when others don’t make a big deal of it. He was so self-centered. He was so focused on his himself. He was so loud and noisy. He was so obsessed with what he looked like.

His grip tightened on the bear until he was squeezing the little bear’s body in a way that would have hurt it. Its sympathetic eyes didn’t waver.

“Stop looking at me like that!” Roman snapped.

But the bear didn’t stop, it still looked sad on his behalf.

“I don’t deserve it. Stop.” Roman’s grip on the bear increased as now change occurred.

His temper flared dangerously as hot tears flowed down his cheeks. He held the bear up to his face, “Shut up and just hate me like everyone else.” He said lowly. His bitter tears dampened the heart on the bear’s stomach.

The bear did not change.

“Just hate me!” Roman screamed as he pitched the bear across the room where it hit the opposite wall. The plastic bead eyes make contact with the wall first, giving the impact a sharp sound before it fell in a lifeless heap.

Roman froze.

The bear was facedown but turned just enough that Roman could make out part of its face. The sad sympathetic expression remained there. Like it pitied Roman instead of hating him. Even from there, it just looked sad for him.

That was the tipping point for Roman and he finally collapsed into sobs. He didn’t try and hide his weeping. The pain was unbearable, and he gave up with all of the exhausting resisting.

“I hate myself.” Roman choked out as he wept. He sat hunched over, arms crossed in a poor attempt to comfort himself. Any other words he tried to form just turned into more sobs.

Then he could faintly hear the door click open, some time elapsed, then someone carefully sat on the bed beside him, which only make Roman cry harder for reasons he didn’t bother trying to find.

“Roman?” The new person whispered.

Roman just cried and tried waving them off through his tears.

“If it would help, may I offer physical comfort?” Logan asked gently, face creased in concern. He was inching forward slightly, as if desperate to get closer and help. A look of pained sympathy squeezed his features.

Despite the voice in his head that forbade it, Roman managed a rapid nod and opened his shaking arms pleadingly. Logan immediately leaned forward and wrapped his arms around the prince, mummering encouragement and rubbing his back.

Roman dropped his head onto Logan’s shoulder where it fit just right. His sobs continuing.

Logan was quite a bit shorter than Roman was, but that was hardly going to stop him from squeezing the prince in a reassuringly tight embrace. It was a silent promise.

One of Logan’s hands wandered up until it reached the top of Roman’s skull, where it gently carded his hair. It was a little clumsy, as this was not a motion that Logan was at all prone to doing. The movement was comforting, but Roman couldn’t ever recall Logan ever having done it before.

“I’m sorry.” Roman whispered into Logan’s shoulder.

Logan held him tighter. “Why, Roman? You haven’t done anything”

“Wasting your time.” Roman mumbled.

“You aren’t wasting my time.” Logan said firmly. “You need this, and that is important.”

“I’m fine,” Roman said weakly, not even attempting to pull away. “Go look after the others. They need you more.”

Logan’s tight embrace did not lessen at all. “First of all, they’re fine. Second, you are just as important for me to take care of.”

“I can handle it alone.” Roman said softly.

Logan hummed. “Maybe, but why do that when you have a family that loves you? That hardly seems logical.”

Roman tried not to break down entirely, but Logan just kept stroking his hair encouragingly until he released it onto his shoulder like a dam collapsing.

“No one hates you, Roman.” Logan said gently. “In fact, we’re all pretty fond of our prince.”

Roman couldn’t respond through his tears. He wasn’t weeping as hard now, but Logan seemed to sense a need for more encouragement.

“I’ll admit to never having experienced what it is like to have a brother, but I always imagined you as one, as silly as that may sound.” Logan continued. “And when I heard you through the door earlier, saying you hated yourself, I experienced such a panic. Because surely, the bravest, strongest, and most selfless prince I know wasn’t saying that about himself. The Roman I know would do anything for us, he’s incredible, and brilliant, and we wouldn’t be the same without him.”

Roman felt Logan’s head turn slightly, just enough to see the wall across the room.

“No one hates you, and you don’t deserve to be hated.” Logan said as he very delicately pulled away and stood up, which made Roman’s heart sink, but accepted that Logan was done now.

But to Roman’s surprise, Logan walked, not to the door, but around the bed, where he stooped and picked up the stuffed bear Roman had thrown.

Logic returned, setting the bear in Roman’s lap and once again wrapping him in a hug. His hand returned to Roman’s hair, but Roman gently batted them off and instead decided he wanted to mess with Logan’s hair now.

“Are you in pain?” Logan asked at some point, voice low with a serious concern.

“Some, but it’s not as bad as it was earlier.” Roman shrugged, still carding his hands through Logan’s hair.

“I’m sorry there isn’t more that I can do for that.” Logic said, the old regret resurfacing.

Roman smiled, “You being here is helping me I think.”

“Then I will remain here as long as you need,” Logan decided as he settled more comfortably.

They continued in silence, with Roman playing with Logan’s hair and humming broken snatches od old Disney songs.

“Thank you,” Roman whispered.

“You’re welcome, Roman.” Logan responded almost tiredly.

Roman chuckled, “Sleepy there?”

“No.”

“I’m sensing a lie. Haven’t you been running around all day taking care of people?”

Logan huffed. “It’s been a long day.” he grumbled.

“Nap?” Roman suggested, already laying backwards, as he was terribly exhausted himself.

“If I must.” Logan said with a wry smile.

They got comfortable and before either could began to drift off, Roman cleared his throat.

“Hey specs?” Roman said as he watched the ceiling.

“Yes?”

Roman smiled. “I accept.” .

Logan turned his head to frown at him, “Accept what?”

“I accept my role as your older brother. The thing you mentioned earlier.”

“What?” Logan sputtered and sat up. “I just said brother! Not older brother, you’re not recalling correctly.”

“Nah, I’m just reading between the lines. You didn’t say it, but that’s totally what you meant.”

“It most certainly is not.” Logan insisted, “I am far more responsible than you.”

“And yet somehow, I’m older. Crazy.”

“Shut up.” Logan mumbled into the pillow under his head as he turned away. “I’m going to revoke your brother status.”

“Too late.” Roman said as he poked Logan’s side, eliciting a yelp.

“Stop that!” Logan said, scandalized.

“You gotta admit it first!” Roman said with another poke.

“You aren’t older than me!”

Roman just poked him.

“AGK. Stop it!”

“All you have to do is admit it.” Roman teased as he held his hands up.

Logan let out a long, drawn out breath. “Fine.” He conceded. “You occasionally feel like some form of an older sibling. Occasionally. Only occasionally.”

“Aww. How sweet.” Roman grinned, “I love you too baby bro.”

“Stop that!” Logan shrieked as Roman laughed.