#dear god i’m genuinely exhausted

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this game is literally destroying my life

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Sorry i haven’t been working on the asks ! Ive got a few responses drafted, but nothing seems to stick quiet how i want it to. Hopefully i can finish em soon (╯‿╰,)

Not only has work kept me busy these past couples days but I’m also preparing for A-Kon ! I haven’t gone to this particular convention since 2019 , so I’m kinda nervous to go, especially since my cosplays are a little scandalous (╯ω╰,)

BUT ! I get off around noon each day this weekend (yippie!) so that’s when I’m plannin’ on finishing up my drafts and respondin to everyone

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Milk and Honey —

Paring | Neil Lewis x Reader

Word Count | 4.9K

Summary | Being a mother is no easy task. After a long day of muscle pains, sleep deprivation and overall exhaustion—your adoring husband comes home to help.

TLDR - Post pregnancy hormones, pent up sexual frustration and— oh dear god milk?!

Info | SMUT (18+ only), unprotected sex (p in v), established relationship, breeding kink, lactation kink, mommy and daddy kink, impregnation, pregnancy body mentioned, milk sipping and titty sucking (hell yeah)

Notes | posting this now or I genuinely never will. Not my proudest work but here we are. I’m also incredibly aware that I am subjecting y’all to my own weird kinks…Don’t worry! It will only get worse from here :)

This piece is dedicated to my coworker Bay who told me she accidentally took 90 “period cramp relief” pills that ended up making her lactate. Love u girl 🫶🏽

Build Your Own Adventure | you already know ;) tested it out, it’s fiiilllthyyyy

You laid in a ball on top of your bed. Freshly washed linens and clothes circling you like vultures.

You were exhausted, sleep deprived and you ached all over. Every movement made your muscles tense and your migraine grow.

It’s been three months since you had given birth to your little bundle of joy. Right about now though, your child was a lot more like a bundle of terror.

The baby rarely ever slept, too hungry to sleep and too stubborn to latch. It’s not the babys fault though, you knew that. It’s just—well, it’s fucking hard work.

——

You tried your best to wait up for your husband, you truly did. But your eyes grew heavy and your body aches slowly melted into a soft tingle as you fell into a much needed slumber.

You were awoken by the sound of your bedroom door closing. Groaning at the sudden intrusion of your dreams, you rolled over to look at your intruder.

“You’re home.” You mumbled to him groggily. Neil quickly slipped off his shoes and climbed into bed next to you, pushing off the clothes and freshly folded linen off the bed in the process.

You groaned and reached out for it, a heavy complaint ready to be expelled. But Neil just grabbed your hand and brought it to his lips and kissed it, shushing you with the promise of the laundry being cleaned up later.

“The baby asleep?” He asked while he buried his face in between your shoulder and neck. You felt him take a deep inhale as his fingers trailed down your sore body.

“Mhmm,” you hummed, relaxing at the touch of your loving husband.

“Good.” He smiled and placed a gentle kiss to your neck. You craned your head slightly and welcomed it.

Neil’s soft hands traced the peek of skin that was exposed below your shirt. Lines of stretch marks covered your stomach, but he didn’t mind. He never did, he loved every part of you.

“Thank you for taking care of the baby,” Neil placed kisses along your collarbones.

“I’m so lucky to have you.” Fingers trailed up your shirt to the soft and supple mounds that were your breasts.

You didn’t even realize it, but milk had soaked through the thin layer of your shirt; dripping down and making it sticky against your skin.

“So lucky to have you,” he echoed, his hands slightly trembling, his fresh hard on pressing into your thigh.

You loved the attention Neil gave you, but with how sore your body was from recovering, the constant care of your baby and the ever-growing pressure from the milk trapped in your breasts; you were almost at your breaking point.

“Neil— baby, not tonight.” You protested and gently pushed him away. Neil clung on though, his desire for you borderline insatiable.

“What’s wrong, is Mommy not feeling well?” He cooed into your ear, making you tingle all over.

He had started calling you that—mommy—right after you both found out that you were pregnant. It was sweet for the most part. Mostly coming off as innocent, but when he said it like that—

His fingers tweaked at your sore nipples, always hard and leaking these days. You winced slightly, clenching your teeth and letting out a soft hiss.

“Come on, use your words Mommy.” He teased, making your lower half grow slightly hot as you attempted to fight off his advances.

“I’m so exhausted, my body—“ He interrupted you with the slide of one his hands ghosting past your navel and onto the radiating heat between your legs.

“Mhmm, keep going.” He urged you to continue.

You were slowly getting overwhelmed, your shirt dampening more and more, your arousal slowly building, slowing making its way up a steady hill as it always did.

“My body is overworked, Neil. I-I love staying home and caring for the baby, but with the feeding and the—“ His hand slipped between your thighs, cupping your mound.

“—changing and never sleeping, it’s been so tough.. I’m just so overwhelmed.” You breathed out, little tears of frustration stinging your eyes. You took a deep, long breath in and exhaled.

Neil understood, or at least made sure that you knew he listened to your every word. He was always attentive and kind with you but something about carrying his child for nine months really pushed him into overdrive.

During the pregnancy you had made a habit— or well the baby had made a habit of craving weird foods at the oddest hours. Neil spent plenty of nights standing in 7/11’s at 3 in the morning, or mixing all kinds of weird concoctions that you asked for.

Pickles and ice cream, a Banquets Salisbury Steak dinner, a whole raw onion— you could go on and on.

Massages and bubble baths became a nightly routine for you as well—as Neil insisted. Even closing up the store earlier so he’d have time to cook you dinner.

You thought about these moments as Neil coddled you close to him. Even with all these wonderful things he’s done, there was never an expectation for repayment or a favor due. You simply being his wife, the mother of his child was more than enough.

Neil pushed back the strands of hair that clung to your forehead, you just knew you looked like a mess.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay.” He consoled you as the tears started to build up, you were exhausted and your pregnancy hormones haven’t exactly worn off yet apparently.

“I know it’s been really hard on you since I’ve been back at the store, but you have been doing such an amazing job.” Neil said softly, running his thumbs over your damp cheeks and kissing the top of your head. He wrapped you close to his chest; the damp patch on your shirt now soaking into his.

He cupped your chin in his hand and tilted your head up to look at him.

“You’re the best wife anyone could ask for.” He said earnestly, his gaze passionate and affirming. He always told you this and it never got old. Butterflies would swoon in your chest at the sound of him calling you his wife. It felt like most days you were lucky just to have him.

“But you’re right, this isn’t a job for one person..” He shifted and pulled himself closer to you so you were both eye level.

“Let me take off just a few more weeks, so you can get a break.” He tried reasoning with you but you were having none of it.

“Neil you can’t, you’ve already taken off more time than you should. John and Lucien need you, the store needs you.” You objected. This wasn’t the first time you’ve both have had this conversation.

“They’ll be fine,” he insisted. “Plus I miss you and the baby so much, every minute I’m counting down till I can see you guys next.”

Neil’s words made your heart grow fonder but the answer was still no.

“Neil—“ you protested and finally he caved.

“Okay, okay well at least let my mom come and help, she loves you guys so much and I know she wouldn’t mind.” He offered.

“Are you sure…? I really don’t want to bother her-“

“I’m positive. I can call her tomorrow.” He assured and you pondered over it for a minute. It was a no brainer really, so you agreed.

“Okay..” you relented, nodding your head while he held it in his hands.

“Yeah? Okay.” he nodded with a big goofy smile on his face. He placed a passionate kiss to your lips before peppering your face with little pecks. You laughed, already your dampened mood brightening. He always knew how to cheer you up.

Carefully, he placed himself between your legs, pushing himself up so he was leaning over you. One of his hands traced your hip as he stared down into your eyes.

Your hair had been pulled back into a bun except for the few stray pieces, you had slight bags under your eyes and now even more the milk stain was obvious.

“You poor thing..” He purred, as he took you in.

“Overworking your body to take care of my child..” He brought his hand up to trace your cheek lightly.

“I think it’s time you let daddy take care of you.” He whispered against your ear, making the room grow steadily hotter and hotter.

You looked into his eyes, basically swimming in them as his pupils grew wider with each passing second. He was ready to dive in, to pamper and devour all in one.

Before you could say anything, his hands crawled up your wasted shirt and cupped your enlarged breasts. Every chance he could he’d have his hands on them. Rubbing, groping, licking, pinching—all of the above. It was only lately where you couldn’t stand them being played with and it was driving Neil insane.

You winced and grabbed his wrist, urging him to stop.

“They’re sore.. please.” You begged and Neil leaned down to place another kiss to your hand.

“I’ll be gentle.” Neil assured and went back to what he was doing. He slid the shirt over your head, lifting your arms and slipping it past your head and shoulders.

His hands gently wound their way around your tits, pushing them together and watching as the milk dribbled out, just a little, just enough for a taste.

“Neil—“ you whispered in distress and he shushed you lightly. He craned his head and scooted down so his hard on was pressing up against your heat.

“They’re so full.” He admired, his eyes taking mental shots at the sight of them. He had been touched starved for the past three months, his body basically itching to be close to you.

Since giving birth you’ve both been either too exhausted to be intimate or too busy. Any other chance he could though, he was rubbing himself against you or fondling you. Each time being met with a giggle and swatting him away, or him finishing in his pants while you laid there and encouraged him.

He couldn’t help it though, when it came to you he was a depraved man. Never getting enough of you—truly insatiable.

You watched him as he slowly licked the circumference of your nipple, lapping up the droplets of milk like he was dehydrated. You gasped seeing him relish in the taste and latch his mouth to the bud.

It started slow, his mouth kitten licking and prodding, never using his teeth no matter how badly he wanted to nip at you.

Soon though his focus was completely centered around your tits. His eyes fluttered shut and soft moans escaped his lips, vibrating around it.

It still hurt of course, and not necessarily in a good way. It was painful for him to even touch them but you enjoyed seeing him like this so much that you fought through it. You carded your fingers through his hair and tugged lightly, knowing he loved when you did that.

That elicited a whimper from him as his eyes snapped open and softened when he met your gaze. Your pupils equally the size of saucers as you stared down at this wonderful sight in front of you.

Neil’s lips latched tighter and gently he started to suck, keeping his eyes on you the entire time as you gasped at the feeling—the pull.

He brought both hands to your breasts as his hips ground into your clothed heat. He had one focus now, and it was drinking every last drop of you till you were spent.

“Fuck, Neil,” you whined, finding all of this oddly pleasurable. This was most definitely new, sure he had sucked on your nipples before but he’s never drank from them.

You watched his eyes roll to the back of his head, his breathing labored, body hungry for more. You watched a droplet of milk spill from the corner of his mouth, his throat swallowing, basically gulping down as much as he possibly could.

He pulled off just enough to take a breath, and move to the next one. The one hand that wasn’t being occupied holding your tits in place, slithered down and slipped past your pants and panties, finding a goldmine of wetness waiting for him.

Neil moaned and looked up at you to watch your reaction as he brought two digits to your clit. Moving in slow, diligent circles and making you squirm as you pressed your body up into his fingers. It’s been a long three months for the both of you.

“Does that feel good, mommy? Do you like when I touch you like this?” He teased, making you bite down hard on your bottom lip to stop yourself from whimpering.

“Y-Yes.” You choked out, slowly losing your mind to his aggressive touches.

Neil licked at his milky lips, savoring the taste before he pressed them to yours, forcing you to taste your own creation.

His tongue tasted sweet, like cantaloupe juice, and you wondered if that’s what it really tasted like. Neil pulled back and smirked at you, his fingers still working you into a frenzy.

“Tastes good right? Tastes so fucking good.” He moaned and finally couldn’t take it anymore. Without even consoling you, he yanked at the hem of your pants and underwear, shoving them down your thighs and passed your ankles.

You clung to yourself now, not entirely used to your post pregnancy body being put on display. Neither of you has made love quite like this in a while.

“Fuck baby,” the words slipped right off his tongue like melted butter. He pried your arms back and hungrily kissed at your chest, slowly making his way down.

His movements were quick and passionate, diving into your body like a sweet dessert. He kissed down your stomach, leaving a trail of spit behind, stopping close to your abdomen and just loving the feeling of your bush rubbing against his chin.

“You just taste so good— I can’t help myself.” He mouthed at your supple skin. His hands still trailing behind him, groping and fondling at every inch of your skin.

“I needed this. I needed this so bad baby, you have no idea.” He whined and his lips trailed over your inner thighs. He wanted to take his time with you, to make you feel good, and he would even as his own erection was pressing harshly against his jeans.

He latched his mouth to your dripping cunt, the warm, wet heat calling out to him, begging to be licked clean.

He did just that, filling the room with lewd slurping sounds as a mix of your moans blended together perfectly. You almost forgot about the sleeping baby in the other room.

“Neil, the baby is sleeping, w-we have to be quiet.” You warned in between a gasp, his mouth mercilessly working you into a mind-bending orgasm.

He sucked especially hard and pulled off, making you clutch the sheets for dear life.

“Yeah?” He whispered to you, his voice low and raspy. Even in the dimming light of the room, as the sun started to settle; you could see him. His lips and chin were slick with your juices. It was like a scene straight out of a porno—a good porno, of course.

You nodded at him and swallowed hard, he wasn’t asking for clarification, he was challenging you.

“Well then we better be quiet, right?” He teased and you nodded again.

His hand gripped your breast and tweaked the nipple, little teardrops of milk spilling out onto his fingers. You winced slightly at the manhandling but let him continue.

“Here, try some.” He said, collecting some of it and shoving his fingers into your mouth. Just when you started to suck them clean, he slipped two fingers inside of you making you arch your back and moan loudly around his digits.

“That’s right, Mommy can take it. Mommy can take it real good.” He praised you and moved both sets of fingers in sync. You clenched around him hard when his thumb swiped up at your already aroused clit. Slow and steady at first but picking up speed quickly.

You mouthed obscenities around him as he continued finger fucking you and he just took it all in. Biting his bottom lip, he was at the precipice of his own desire. The fact that he could do this to you, the fact that he could drive you crazy like this.. it was his only purpose.

Neil became uncomfortably aware of how much clothes he had on shortly after and pulled away just long enough to slip himself free of his confines. You laid there, trying to catch your breath and trying to stop your legs from shaking.

You watched him flip back the buckle of his belt and yank down his trousers and underwear in one swift move.

You stared at his erection, making mental note that the tip was slick with precum, it made your cunt ache more than it’s ever before.

You reached for him in desperation and he met you halfway. Neil pulled himself on top of you and feverishly ground himself against you.

Slipping his cock between your folds, right against your clit and using your own arousal as his lubrication. He bucked into you, a deep growl escaping his lips with each thrust upward.

“I haven’t stopped thinking about this all week..” He confessed with his eyes closed.

“Every time I watch you put the dishes away or bend over to pick something up—“ he slid his cock roughly against your clit once again.

“—all I could think about was fucking you right then and there.” you mewled at his confession though you already knew he wanted to.

“I just want to fuck you over every countertop, rip your fucking clothes off of you and fill that pretty pussy of yours.” This desperate act of him humping against you was pushing you close to the edge, as pathetic as it was to admit. Again, it’s been a long three months.

“Can you imagine that? Us having another baby, your belly all big again—and god those milky tits getting bigger than ever.” He fondled at your breasts, making more warm milk leak from them.

His depraved words only brought both of you closer to the edge. You knew he wouldn’t finish this way, he liked it inside.

You moaned and arched your back with each drag of his cock down your sensitive bud, each movement only producing more and more lubrication.

Your fingers made lines of red down his back as you clawed. Each heave of your chests making the room grow stuffier and stuffier.

“Can you imagine that baby? Tell me how badly you want it.” Neil urged, his hips slowing down, adding more pressure every time he moved towards you.

“Y-Yes..” you said weakly. You were completely loss for words, you had no idea he was so into that. “I can—I can imagine that.” You croaked, which only made a wicked smirk form on his face.

“Just look you, poor thing hasn’t been properly fucked in months. Hasn’t had Daddy’s cock to come all over.” His words basically made your eyes roll to the back of your head. His never-ending teasing making your pussy twitch and physically yearn for him.

Neil felt it, oh he felt it alright and it only drove him more mad. “Ooh you like that don’t you? Why don’t you come like this. Come on, come for me.”

You went to object, opening your mouth to beg him not to make you come like this; like you were some horny teenager rubbing herself off on her pillow, it felt dirty and depraved—which you were by all means— but you wanted more, you wanted to feel him.

Neil stopped you, “No whining, just do it.” He insisted and you could barely contain the high pitched whimper that left your lips as your cavern squeezed around itself, desperate for something to latch onto as wave after wave hit your body over and over again.

You threw your head back and about halfway through your orgasm you remembered the importance of staying quiet.

Neil kept on rubbing his perpetually leaking cock up and down your clit till your thighs twitched and you became desperate to get away.

Now that your opening was slick and so beyond ready, he slowly slid in. Inch by inch, he filled your sensitive cunt. He relished in the feeling, the grip tight and still fluttering from your orgasm.

“Neil!” You gasped, not expecting the burn from the stretch that met you. It hurt, which was to be expected but this felt different compared to what you were used to. It felt like he was tunneling a hole into you. Splitting you but also igniting you in the best way possible.

“Fuuuck…” he drawled out, his eyes fluttering shut as he rocked himself slowly in and out, over and over again.

Neil knelt over you, his elbows slotted on each side of your head. He leaned in so his lips were just grazing yours, his tongue slipping out to swipe at your parted lips.

“Fuck, I’ve missed this—you have no idea how much I’ve missed this.” He said, emphasizing his words with deeper thrusts. “How much I missed you.”

You felt your ears grow hot as your arousal bubbled up again. It was a heat that was so indescribable and so delicious it made your mouth water. You nodded, your chest rising and falling, labored breaths leaving you.

Neil fell into a slow and brutal pace. You could feel every inch of him, every curve and vein as he fucked you into oblivion. The speed only made your head spin and you found yourself digging lines down his back once more.

“Oh my god, baby. You know how I love it when you do that.” He moaned for you, slotting his head in between your shoulder.

Each word made you wetter and wetter. Soon enough the whole room was filled with soft squelching noises. It only seemed to spur Neil on because in seconds he pulled back, sitting back on his knees and gripped your hips for support as he looked down at you.

“I could come right now.” He said, his glazed eyes roaming over your body. He watched the way his thrusts made your breasts move, watching them jiggle as little droplets dribbled down the curve of them and onto the sheets.

“I could fill you up so good, have you walking around the rest of the day with my come leaking out of you… but I can’t.” He resigned with a sigh and angled his hips slightly upwards before slamming into you full force.

The wind was knocked out of you instantly. Gasping and trying desperately to ground yourself you clawed at the sheets, inevitably pulling them loose from the tucked corners of the bed.

He was fucking you so hard you could hear the loose screw in the frame rattling with each thrust inward.

“Neil please!” You begged but you weren’t even sure for what. For him to slow down? For him to stop? Oh no, no, no—that just wouldn’t do.

“I can’t baby, not when I need to feel you come all over me. Need to see that pretty little face as I—“ He gripped at your cheeks for emphasis, making your jaw hang open and your lips pouty. He leaned over just enough to spit into your gaping mouth and moved your jaw closed so you would swallow it.

“—fuck you into this mattress.” He finished. You felt your chest tighten, all the muscles in your thighs and stomach seizing for a moment as another wave of ecstasy hit you.

His filthy words filled your ears like angels singing and you nodded along, your body already climbing to your next orgasm.

You would do anything he said in this moment as long as he kept doing what he was doing. If he wanted another baby—fine. If he wanted you to scale the Empire State Building—that’s fine too.

You felt pressure building up, like weights were being placed against the bundle of nerves inside of you. You knew you could come like this if he kept up his brutal pace but you needed more and well—Neil had no problem delivering.

He moved your legs so they now rested against his shoulders and leaned forward. He went impossibly deep and both of you let out an animalistic moan.

He sped up quick, sounds of his thighs slapping against yours echoing off the walls. He reached for your hand that was bunched in the messy sheets and placed it between your thighs.

“Touch yourself for me.” He ordered and you didn’t hesitate.

You brought two fingers down and started rubbing in rhythmic circles making the deepest parts inside your pussy start to twitch. Neil’s eyes rolled to the back of his head, his mouth hanging open as you watched him tremble at the feeling of you—at the sight of you.

You were so clearly everything to him, and having you like this—your knees to your chest, split open and fucking writhing underneath him.. He’d call it heaven—scratch that—better than heaven.

“I-I’m close.” You choked out, your voice growing higher in pitch as he continued pounding his cock deeper and deeper into you.

Neil’s eyes returned to you, meeting your lust filled gaze before latching his lips down onto your nipple and starting to suck again.

It felt like he was dragging every ounce of energy out of you. Purely sucking the soul out of you.

You brought your free hand up to his hair, latching on and gripping so hard onto his locks you thought you’d rip them out.

“Neil, Neil, neil…” You chanted his name. The bed shook with you both, squeaks and rattling, the sound of flesh meeting flesh. It was too good. Too raw. And there was little to no care in keeping quiet anymore.

“Yeah baby, keep saying my name. Let everyone know who fucks you this good.” Neil purred, removing himself long enough from your tits to speak and then immediately returning back to suck them dry.

“Fuck!” You gasped one last time as you clamped down on him. Everything tensed for a long minute and you swore you blacked out. A soft ringing filled your ears, toes curling beside his ear, thighs trembling.

Neil moaned loudly, his mouth full and vibrating around your sore and hardened nipples. There was pain and pleasure mixing like a lethal cocktail, making you spill all around him.

The base of his cock grew sticky and the wet sounds only amplified. His thrusts grew erratic but never lost their strength.

You watched Neil detach from your nipple long enough to see the milky liquid stain his lips. He gaped at you, mouth hanging open and breathing heavy. Hunger. Deep and vicious in his eyes.

“Tell me you want another baby.” He said in a strained low voice.

“Tell me how bad you want it.” He ordered. You were surprised he still had the strength to tease you, to make you beg.

“I want it.” You said without hesitating. He was still fucking you through your sensitivity which was starting to make you squirm but he liked it that way.

“Say it again.” He demanded with desperation.

“I want a-another baby Neil.” You could barely get out as he slammed particularly hard into you.

“More.” He all but growled. You could tell he was there, right on the tipping age. He was always more.. demanding when he was close.

“I-I want another baby. Fuck—I love you so much, I’d do anything for you.” The words spilled from your lips without even thinking.

It was a drop of tenderness in an act that would surely get you both sent to hell if you weren’t already married. But it buried Neil, hammering in the last nail towards completion.

Neil stilled for a moment, his full body weight pressing down on you as his thighs shook against yours.

He gaped for a second, the room falling eerily quiet as his orgasm sucked the air out of him. He gasped loudly, “Fuuuck..” drawled from his throat.

You felt him flex inside you over and over again, the head of his member hitting your sweet spot every time a hot gushing dose of come spilled from it.

His hands gripped the back of your knees for support as he pumped the last bit of it deep inside of you.

You tried to catch your breath but under the weight of him, it was proving to be difficult. Before you could say anything though, Neil pushed his lips to yours.

Lazy, sweet and all tongue. He lapped at your lips and then pressed his tongue to the back of your teeth. You hummed into the kiss, pulling him in deeper by the back of his head.

You both laid there for a moment, lip locked and absolutely wrecked. You pulled away just to tell him that he was starting to crush you, but of course, just a second later you heard the crackles of the baby monitor next to you, and soon enough the baby’s cries could be heard.

Neil smiled down at you, that same goofy smile that had you hooked from day one. “I’ll get him, you stay here and rest up.” He said already pulling away and out of you.

“You deserve it.” He added, placing one last kiss upon your nose and turning towards the closet to pull out some fresh clothes.

You deserve it.

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I heard ✨fluffy Vox thoughts✨ and I’m here to deliver

Okay so we all know cuddling Vox is difficult sometimes with his big ass head. Difficult but not impossible because this man loves to hold you.

Makes him feel manly (even tho we’ve established he’s a needy bitch boy but let the man have his moment) that he’s the one holding and protecting you from whatever reason has you clinging to him

So whenever he gets the chance, especially when he sees you’ve been having harder time lately, he gets this kind a smug look on his face as he and opens his arms for you, because yay now he gets to hold you and make you feel like the small vulnerable one for once

(Doms deserve to be babied too!!)

He does baby talk you, mostly to tease because he’s stroking his ego a bit because he’s feeling like the caretaker/provider/whatever

Up to you either you make him swallow his words later 👀

~~~~~~~~~

Vox was working mindlessly in his monitor room, honestly growing bored and irritated with the days work load that seemed never endingly tedious. However, his concentration is broken when he hears the elevator dinging open behind him, to which he sighs in annoyance.

“I’m busy, so whoever it is, go away.” Vox was quick to dismiss without even looking over his shoulder.

At that you immediately roll your eyes. Dealing with your boyfriend’s bs after the week you’ve been having is not what you came down here for.

“Vox.” You say, your tone low with a warning that he already knew. Watch your attitude.

He tenses for a second, after realizing it was you and he turns to look over his shoulder. He plasters on that tv host grin of his as he turns his chair to you fully, deciding to use you as an excuse to take a break for his mind numbing work for five minutes.

“Oh my apologies my dear, I didn’t realize it was you. Heh you know how things are. Busy busy busy.” He feigns for an excuse.

You simply rolls your eyes as you approach him, your exhaustion and stress showing on your face, “Yeah tell me about it.”

He arches a brow at you. Weird. He was have expecting you to tell him to fix his attitude or you’d fix it for him, or something if that nature. But your whole energy was off. And the closer you got to him, the more he noticed the crease in your brow and the tires look in your eyes. Aw shit…he knew that look.

He sighs wearily and that tv persona drops for a moment, as he sits himself up in his chair and gestures for you to sit in his lap.

“C’mon. You can hide out in here.” He says as if he was doing you a favor but in reality he just knew better. You got the same way he did when you needed a recharge from a hellish week. Cuddly.

A small smile pulls on your lips and you don’t hesitate to get in his lap, tucking your head under his screen and resting agaisnt his body.

Vox looks down at you for a moment as he runs his chair back to his monitors and as his eyes linger in your face for a moment, watching you melt into him, he couldn’t help but smile a little more genuinely. (And he definitely took a screenshot)

“Hmp..just don’t move around okay? I still have to work.” He chuffs out, only to have you smirk a little agaisnt his chest.

“Mm last I checked you were the squirmy one between the two of us Vox. Or so I need to remind you later.”

You could hear his fans kick on a little harder as he grumbles under his breath, “…fuck you.”

“Later.” You chuckled, nuzzling your head into the crook of his neck, “I’m resting.”

awwwwwwsshshsh this is really cute!! 😭🫶 you spoil me oh my god the little drabble at the end was adorable. This was very in character too because it would definitely be a manliness thing, lowkey. But the baby talk is actually cute, I don’t even care. Like that’s so silly and he so would, like I cannot get over that idea it’s so cute. You’re a very good writer by the way, you should consider making fics. Anyways, thanks babes this absolutely cheered me up oh my god!

Side note “(Doms deserve to be babied too!!)” Very important information, no one forget this!! ☝️🤨

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Sugar (I've developed a taste for you)

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Summary: A favour for a favour - Astarion's world has worked like that for centuries. Except- you don't know that yet.

Rating: Mature Wordcount: 3.3k Descriptors: I try to keep my reader-inserts fairly neutral, but let me know if anything slips through the cracks! Still debating how to go about C3... CW: nicknames, flirting, lusting after the pale man, blood, blood play, talks about biting, feelings talk

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Chapter 2: I'm a Winged Insect, You're a Funeral Pyre

You wake up wrapped in your bedroll, barely able to open your eyes. You feel exhausted - drained.

Drained.

You sit up, your hand flying up to your neck to feel for the wound Astarion’s fangs must have  left there. They are small, barely tangible, but you can feel the small holes nonetheless.

You breathe out slowly, trying to gain some control over your feelings. The world blurs before your eyes as you recall last night.

This really happened. You let him do that to you. You gave your blood, willingly - and you found out Astarion’s big secret. Not just an elf, but a vampire. You knew he was hiding something, but something this big? May the gods have mercy on your soul because you have certainly sinned.

You shiver when the memories of last night push to the forefront of your mind - Astarion’s hand in your hair, his lips on your neck - his teeth in you. How it felt to be drunk from, how easy it was to give in and let him have what he wanted.

You don’t remember passing out, but you must have, because you have no recollection of making your way back to the campfire.

Carefully, you stretch out your sore muscles, bones and joints cracking.

“Good morning, darling.”

Astarion’s voice makes your head whip around. He is sitting there, on the thick stump of a tree right next to where you always sleep, watching you with concerned eyes.

“Good morning.” Your voice is scratchy, your throat drier than the seventh circle of the hells.

Astarion’s tongue peeks out from between pink lips, and you notice that he looks… invigorated.

“How are you feeling, sweet thing?” He sounds genuinely worried, and your heart flutters. “There was a moment last night- I thought I may have taken too much, but then you stirred in my arms… I am sorry, my dear, you just make me… hungry.”

The way his voice drops on the last word makes your heart flutter. If this is how he acts after you do him this favour, it may well have been worth it.

“Mhm.” You nod slowly, trying to focus your mind. You are not nearly as angry as you probably should be. “May have been a bit much. I’m feeling sort of woozy.”

“Oh, sweetheart, I do apologise. I promise I’ll be more careful next time.” He saunters over, kneeling next to you, his finger stroking your cheek. 

“Next time?” You laugh weakly. “You sound very certain there will be a next time.”

His eyes darken.

“Well, won’t there be?”

Your neck cracks when you stretch, then exhaustion makes you sink back into your little nest of warmth again.

“Mhh. I’ll have to think about it.”

“But- but I thought you liked it.” Astarion’s voice sounds vaguely distressed, his hand pulling away from your cheek. “I could taste it on you- I could feel it-”

“I- Gods, I’m not saying I didn’t… enjoy myself,” you clarify, though your cloudy thoughts are making it hard to put into words what exactly it is that you are feeling. “I’m just- you said it yourself, just a taste, but now you admit you lost control-”

“-I’ll get better at it with time, who was ever perfect the first time they did something?”

That shuts you right up. What in the hells does that mean?

Astarion’s face is guarded when he looks at you.

“It was… the first time I did not drink from an animal,” he explains quietly. “You were my first, and you were perfect. Better than anything I could have ever dreamed of, simply divine. A delectable treat that I was not in the least prepared for. I am sorry if I got a bit wrapped up in the moment, my love.”

Your cheeks flush at his words. Never in a million years would you have thought you might enjoy being called a ‘treat’, and yet, here you are.

Astarion pats your blanket, gently pushing you back down until you give in and roll up in your blanket once more. His voice is soft and gentle when he regards you.

“Now, now, my pet. Rest some more; it seems you need it. And… thank you.”

You can barely keep your eyes open, and the small smile on his face is the last thing you see before you slip off to sleep again.

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It becomes a regular occurrence after that. You know it shouldn’t, you know it is a stupid risk each and every time. You know you have less strength the next day, your head swimming and your throat aching. But, oh, to watch Astarion fight fuelled by your blood is a delight you never expected.

He is stronger, much more powerful than you ever saw him before - and happier. His behaviour does not change, exactly, but every once in a while, you now catch him trying to take care of you in small, nearly imperceptible ways. It astounds you, it surprised you - but you can’t help feeling flattered by his attentions.

Each time he drinks from you, the pain grows less and the odd ecstasy that accompanies it takes over more and more. It is intoxicating, to feel him so close to you, to witness the noises that escape him, and feel the bobbing of his throat when he swallows what your body provides. You start to look forward to the nights where he finds you.

Each time feels more intimate than the last: From the beginning of it all in that stream, to a secluded place in the woods by the campsite, to his lavish encampment, then yours, then his again, and finally, against a column in a forgotten crypt, when you two stay behind to loot the place while the rest of the party moves on.

It’s getting harder to separate your body’s reaction to something so visceral from feeling aroused by the power that comes with it. To look into Astarion’s blood-red eyes and know they are shining only because of you has an odd effect on you.

And while he whispers sweet nothings, while he groans and whimpers as he drinks you down, you always try to keep up some semblance of control: After that first time in the river, no noise ever escapes you, even though your jaw hurts from clenching.

You wonder vaguely if it is sick that you derive pleasure from this arrangement - but then again, so does he. It is all worth it to see how happy he is, though he waves Gale and Karlach’s comments of his improved mood off like bothersome flies.

Astarion keeps his promise - he never drains you as much as he did the first time, even though you can see in his eyes that he would keep going every time if he thought you might survive it. He never asks for seconds again, and you are grateful. If he did, you are not sure you could deny him.

It has been a while since he last came to you - a few days, no more, but you have gotten so used to your little ritual that it feels like an eternity.

You have moved camp since the last time you got to spend time together; deeper into the forest, on your search for the druid Halsin. You try not to think too much about the fact that Astarion has not sought you out. Trying to keep all this a secret has turned out to be harder than either of you thought. No opportunity has presented itself for a while now, and you have to be rational about the arrangement. It’s not in either of your best interest for the group to find out what you two have been up to. You would rather bear the lewd comments in quiet dignity, thank you very much.

Astarion consumes - well, not your every waking thought, but you find yourself thinking much more about him than you should. It’s not just his fangs that you daydream about either - his lips have snuck into your dreams, his hands, his voice. It’s just not fair.

Thus, tonight, you are determined to find a quiet place for the two of you. The urge that grows inside you must be satisfied. You tell yourself that you do this to make Astarion stronger - you have seen him weaken throughout the week, trying to survive off of animals the way he used to. But it’s not the same.

Now that you have seen what Astarion can do, you want to see him like that all the time: powerful, striking down enemies quicker than you can draw your weapon sometimes. And it’s not just for selfish purposes, either: You want him to feel like that all the time.

And so, you concoct a plan - simple yet effective.

After dinner - Karlach cooked, so it was actually quite enjoyable - you excuse yourself to go explore the surrounding woods. You tell your companions that you want to find another source of water, under the pretence of needing to wash your clothing. Actually, it may not be all pretence - you do smell. So do your companions, which is why no one has complained yet. But you may as well use the time exploring the forest for something helpful aside from just luring Astarion away.

When you catch the way Astarion’s head pricks up when you say that you are looking for a quiet place with water, you know that he has caught on. He is too smart for his own good sometimes, but this time, you are glad about it.

Anxiety grips your  stomach as you wander through the darkness below the thick trees and hope that he might follow you.

What if he doesn’t? What if you happen upon a wild animal before he finds you? Maybe he has lost his taste for you, or-

“There you are, darling.” His voice has become so familiar in the last few days, quiet and demanding at the same time. You wish you didn’t like it so much.

You turn around to find Astarion much closer to you than you had anticipated. He is always so quiet.

“Here I am.” You cock your head. “Was there something I could help you with?”

“Oh, don’t play coy with me now, sweet thing.” He steps closer, cupping your face in his hands. “You knew exactly what you were doing when you left camp. You were hoping I would come find you, were you not?”

“Maybe.” You try not to give in, but he feels too good- too warm, too comforting. His teeth shine in the moonlight when he laughs and your belly tightens.

“Ah, I knew it. You missed me.”

You raise a brow and stare at him defiantly: “You have lacked in battle recently. I thought you might need to be… replenished.”

“And that was the only reason, was it?” As he leans closer to you, you step back, one, two, three steps until your back is pressed up against a tall fir tree. “You were worried about my… performance?”

“Yes,” you whisper. His lips are so close to yours you can feel his breath on your face. Your eyes flutter shut as you let your head fall to the side to expose your neck.

“Liar.” Astarion sounds amused by your weak attempts to defy him. “You missed me- you missed the way I make you feel.”

His lips descend onto your neck in a way that feels nearly like worship. You suppress a sigh at the sensation - gods, you have missed this more than you should have. He smells so good, despite the rough days you have been having, and the way his hands pull at you makes you shiver all over, tiny fire of desire exploding on your bare skin where he touches you.

“I was thinking…” he mumbles. “Your neck seems a bit… sore. Maybe we should grant you some reprieve.”

“I’m fine.” Your answer is too fast, and Astarion’s chuckle makes your heart beat faster.

“Of course you are, little pet. I’ve kept my promise after all, haven’t I?” His tongue flicks at the tiny scars his teeth have left in your neck and you bite your lip to cut off a moan. Your body quivers, though, your back arching for a split-second before you regain control. Astarion’s smile is audible in his voice. “Even if you don’t want to admit it, your body has missed me, my love. I think it’s time we stopped pretending, don’t you?”

“Stopped pretending what?” Your voice is breathless, and all you can do is hope that he might mean what you so desperately hope he means.

Astarion’s lips lift from the sensitive skin of your neck.

“Why, pretend you don’t want me, of course.” He says it like it is the most obvious thing in the world. And maybe, it is. “Pretend like you don’t need me just as much as I need you. Did you think you could hide how your pulse quickens when I touch you? The flush in your cheeks, your little breaths… Your body betrays you, little pet. You have been careful, my darling, but not as careful as you might think you have been. All those small noises you thought I couldn’t hear… tsk.”

He shakes his head. You chew on your lower lip, anxiously waiting for his reaction to your not so secret secret. A coppery taste floods your mouth and you realise you must have broken the skin of your lip by worrying it.

You raise your finger to wipe away the drop of blood, but your hand is caught by a pale one. Astarion inhales sharply, his body pressing up against you, his thigh slotting between yours as easily as if it had always belonged there. The rough bark of the tree presses into your back and you become acutely aware how trapped you are by Astarion’s arms in a way that turns the spark of arousal in your belly into a full blown fire.

Astarion’s thumb paints circles on the back of your hand as he stares at the drop of blood on your lip intently, hypnotised by the dark red sliver of pain against your skin.

His voice is gravelly in a way you have never heard before, and you shiver when he raises his hand to smear the blood until it covers your lips.

“Mhh.” He cocks his head. “That’s better, my love. Perfect rosy lips for my perfect little pet. Oh- don't look at me like that, darling, it’s alright. Does it hurt? Let me help you with that…”

It’s not a kiss, not really. His mouth meets yours desperately, licking at the small wound where your lip split. You tell yourself it’s not a kiss, but your body reacts like it is anyways. Your nerve endings light up in a fiery cascade of pleasure, and your hands fly up to Astarion’s waist, pulling him closer into you.

His tongue licks at you and your lips part easily, but he does not take the opportunity. Instead, he laughs quietly as he pulls back.

“Oh, you liked that, didn’t you?” He sounds content with himself in a way that would infuriate you if you were not so turned on right now.

You ashamedly stare down at your boots. And you nod.

Astarion’s finger tilts your chin up gently until you have to raise your head and look him in the eye.

“Don’t look away, my darling.” He strokes your cheek. “There is no need to be ashamed. You should have told me earlier that this was what you really wanted… mixing pleasure and pain is always a good idea, sweet thing.”

“I wasn’t- I mean, I didn’t-”

“Didn’t what? Don’t lie to me now, little pet. You know I can always tell.” His lips are so close to yours it feels like you can taste him already, his eyes dark and fiery even in the dim light of dusk. “What do you want? Be honest with me now.”

Your hands bury in his hair almost of their own volition, soft silver curls tangling between your fingers.

“Kiss me,” you whisper. “Please.”

You sound desperate, but you cannot bring yourself to care. Not as Astarion exhales, and closes the distance between you. His lips taste of your blood, bitter and coppery, but his tongue in your mouth is the sweetest honey. By the gods, he is good at what he does - soft noises falling from his mouth, his hard body pressing against you. His thumb rests against the pulse point of your neck, right where he left you scarred, and you feel like you are floating.

When he finally pulls back, you are both out of breath. His lips shimmer red from the blood on your own, and you can feel his desire - he looks at you like you are the most delicious meal he has ever seen after starving for years.

Maybe you are.

“Why did you bring me here?” he asks, his voice quiet and commanding. “What is it that you really desire, sweet thing?”

“I want you,” you admit, hating how your voice breaks even between those two words. “You may… need me, but I have come to realise I need you too. It’s not… you- I mean…”

“What is it, my darling? Use your words.” The gentle encouragement mixed with just the vaguest tint of mockery goes straight to your core and you curse your body for being so weak.

“I… I know this began as a favour,” you start, unsure of how to phrase what has been growing between you in such a short time. “But I… you know, it’s not just that anymore. Not for me. I… I like it.”

Your confession makes heat rise to your cheeks, and you bite your lip. Astarion stares at you, uncharacteristically lost for words, so you drone on.

“I like doing this for you- I like knowing I am helping you, I like knowing that you feel better- that you have become stronger because of me. I like seeing that your hands don’t shake so much anymore, and I like seeing you smile across the battlefield. It makes me happy- you make me happy. And you know, the pain fades after a while. I actually find it… quite… well, enjoyable. The way I feel when you drink from me… gods, Astarion, it’s indescribable.”

The flood of words spills from your lips like you have been holding it in for months, not days. Astarion still just stares at you, dumbfounded by your confession. Finally, he clears his throat.

“You… like it?” It sounds more like a question.

Gently, you take his hand into yours.

“Yes,” you confirm, smiling at him softly. “I’ve loved seeing you happy.”

“You- oh.” A plethora of emotions plays out on Astarion’s face in mere fractions of a second. You watch him intently. Finally, he clears his throat. “Well, I… I really don’t know how to respond to this. You, my love, are simply… incredible.”

Your smile grows broader.

“Why, thank you. I’m glad you finally noticed.”

A small smile appears on Astarion’s face at your teasing remark.

“I have been happier, haven’t I,” he muses. “I haven’t really… been happy in so long, I never noticed until you pointed it out.”

You worry your lip, but decide not to press him about it.

“I’m glad I can give you something,” you simply say. 

Astarion’s hand holds yours a little tighter.

“You give me more than I have ever dreamed of,” he murmurs. A devilish smile darkens his features as his eyes wander up and down your body. “I think it’s about time I give something back, don’t you think, my darling?”

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Hmmmm he is consuming my brain (much like the tadpole hshsh get it) ANYWAYS I am way too emotionally invested in him I support his evil. He has actively made me worse and I love him for it.

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Hi! :D Can I request headcanons on the upper moon demons (1,2,3+ Muzan) reactions to finding out their fem s/o is suffering from depression? (Especially after she’s tried to hide it from them and everyone else, not once admitting to having it - frankly because she feels as if they wouldn’t care or take her seriously anyway (due to past experiences with her own family and friends), until she couldn’t keep up the facade of acting cheerful, laid back and positive all the time, it being obvious that there is something quite not right with her, even if she denies it, trying to downplay the situation, knowing full well herself that it’s getting bad).

(Aaaaaaa, I love ur headcanons 😭💓 I’m sorry if this topic is not something you’d be comfortable with writing for, it’s just something I’ve been experiencing myself lately for the past couple of months, it’s getting harder each day, kinda have been feeling empty, exhausted and genuinely depressed lately, no one that I know cares or takes me seriously, nor tries to help me overcome these emotions :), I appreciate you reading my request anyway!<3 sorry for kinda pouring my heart out, ik it’s cringe and unnecessary, sorry).

No, no! it’s completely okay. I suffer from depression myself so i’m comfortable writing for topics like these! I honestly love writing angst/hurt/+comfort so ya!! Thank you for requesting, anon!! (Also i’m happy you like my headcanons! Tysm for your kind words. I do hope you feel better and i hope these hc’s can cheer you up!)

➤ Uppermoons with a Fem!S/O who suffers from Depression

➤ SFW headcanons

including: Muzan, Kokushibo, Douma and Akaza.

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warnings: non-canon reactions, mentions of suicidal thoughts, angst, etc.

Muzan

Muzan isn’t an idiot.

He can sense from a mile away that something is in fact wrong.

I mean, you always seem off.

He just cannot tell WHAT exactly is wrong.

You’re a strange one after all. (Not in a bad way obviously)

Muzan has asked you a dozen times prior, seeking out answers, at least an explanation for your change in behavior and emotions.

He dislikes change.

But wanna know what he dislikes more? You being upset.

“My dear, could you please tell me what’s wrong?”

Of course he never gets anything out of you. You just cast him that alluring yet suspicious fake smile of yours and reassure him that you’re “okay” or “fine” or even “couldn’t be better”

Your response are so.. dishonest.

Honestly, Muzan not knowing what exactly is wrong with you drives him wild. He ALWAYS wants to know what’s wrong, what you’re feeling, how you’re feeling, etc.

And whenever he isn’t aware of what exactly your feeling or is catching on to the suspicions that your lying it does in fact anger him.

Not only does it anger him but it upsets him incredibly. Like, do you not trust him? Are you scared of him because he’s the demon king? If you were secretly terrified of his existence he wouldn’t be surprised in the slightest. That’s how truly humans are after all.

But for you this isn’t the case. You aren’t even scared of him. Just scared of your own thoughts and feelings.

A part of you wishes you could open up but the other part of you is like: eh, fuck it.

Who could blame you for not wanting to open up to the demon king himself though?

You may be his girlfriend, but still, like he would actually bring himself to care.

You see how vicious he is towards other humans. So why would he even bother with your silly yet powerful emotions?

You desired to open up yourself but however that never came so Muzan had no choice but to force it out of you one day.

Toxic, sure. But you were driving him nuts!

Like he snapped when he came home one night to find you rotting in your own filth, an empty stomach, disheveled hair, god, have you been sleeping all day?

He will ask you ONCE again if you wanted to talk.

To which you respond with a sorrowful “no”

Then you for real have the gull to make up excuses saying you’ve fallen ill.

Yeah, right.

That is Muzan’s breaking point.

It startles you when he snaps at you and actually gets mad.

This is his way of caring everybody. 💀

Whenever you’re depressed the feeling of getting yelled at by someone you love can hurt you or make you feel numb on the inside, you know?

I’m this case, it all just caves in and you sorta have an emotional break down in front of him.

Muzan is at a loss for words as you spill out your deepest and darkest feelings.

At least you’re finally opening up.

But damn, bro is shocked. Please give him a minute to adjust to all this.

At first he doesn’t know how to respond, instead, he will respond physically and just let you cry in his embrace as you vent to him and babble “i’m sorry” literally over 1000 times.

Muzan knew humans had depression, he reads a lot and is well aware of what it is. He’s just distraught this his own partner felt this way for so long.

By the way, did i mention he’s going to kill anyone who’s ever wronged you?

But worry not! He is going to be there for you every step of the way even with his low tolerance:)

Kokushibo

In the beginning, Kokushibo has absolutely no clue what’s going on inside your head.

I mean, if you say you’re fine then you’re fine right?

That’s all until your seemingly bad mood increases more and more everyday.

Yeah, that’s when his suspicions SKYROCKET.

Kokushibo has asked you before but gave up on it after many failed attempts.

He still has his mild concerns though so instead he observes you from afar.

He can tell something if off but assumes that just because you’re a human.

Honestly, he had some suspicions here and there that you may or may not be dealing with severe depression.

Guess what? Those thoughts he had were correct.

You immediately assume he doesn’t care and won’t care due to his demonic nature and his expressionless behavior.

Kokushibo began to catch on more and more when you started to refuse to eat dinner, you just refused to get up from bed and even take care of yourself.

FINALLY drops that stoic personality.

Caretaker Kokushibo to the rescue. Is immediately scooping you up, siting you at the table and convincing you to eat.

If you don’t eat he’ll just spoon feed you.

That night he took care of you.

That’s when he found out of your depressed state. No confession needed.

The two of you aren’t the greatest match because of your lacked communication.

No, you two aren’t toxic. Fights don’t even exist between y’all.

You guys just can’t express feelings properly.

But Kokushibo is always waiting for you to further explain how you feel. He’s satisfied that he now is aware of what’s wrong with you but also deeply destroyed on the inside.

You don’t deserve these harsh feelings. Why must the world be so cruel?

From that day onwards, Koku keeps a close eye on you and takes care of you more often.

Sometimes even ditches missions for you.

Yeah, he gets chastised by Muzan for it but he doesn’t care.

As long as you’re safe then he feels content.

By the way he’s killing off ANYONE who made you feel this way.

Douma

very, VERY dense.

Like does not notice anything.

He just presumed that’s how you are.

Now, Douma does feel emotions around you. You’re the only thing that has ever brought him joy.

You make that cold heart of his beat.

He’s very clingy around you, like, SUPER.

Wants to be around you all the time.

Which is why it’s a shocker that he didn’t notice immediately your drastic change in behavior.

Douma only really took notice when you began to distance yourself from everyone.

Even him.

Now he couldn’t care less if you ran away from everyone else but him? Yeah, there is something wrong.

So, he simply asks you if you’re okay.

In which you lie and say you’re doing just fine.

Oh, you are? Okay!!

Is immensely confused when you continue to distance yourself though.

Haha, humans are so silly.

Douma becomes really confused but brushes it off.

It’s all surprising that he can come off so dense when it comes to this. I mean, you’re a demon? come on mannn…

Yeah, he does feel emotions around you but doesn’t fully understand them, you know?

I swear, Douma can be naive around you sometimes despite being the sadistic and masochistic demon he is.

It takes him a long ass time to realize how much you’ve been suffering.

Please do not get angry with him though. Remember that he is new to all this!

So the first emotion he feels once he finds out about your depression is EXTREME guilt.

REAL GUILT.

Flabbergasted by how fucking long it took him to find out the truth.

*Mentally facepalms himself*

His petty little followers don’t count. The man may have spend his last few hundred years listening to peoples woes and worries but his emotional responses towards their feelings were never even genuine.

To be brutally honest, Douma is hopeless.

Yeah, he wants to help you, he really does.

Just has no idea how to:(

However, if you show him how to then he will catch on fairly quickly and become the master when it comes to taking care of you and helping you cope with your depression.

Similar to Kokushibo, Cue caretaker Douma to the rescue‼️‼️

He doesn’t mind taking care of you. Honestly he absolutely adores it.

You’ve always been there for him, you taught him how to feel again. He’s so grateful that he’s finally helping you after all this time.

Lends you extra cuddles and kisses but if you’re the type to want your space when you’re depressed he’ll try his hardest to understand and be there for you emotionally instead! He just wants to be over you all the time and make sure you’re doing well, ya know?

Okay, he may lose his touching privileges but don’t think he isn’t gonna let his guard down!

From there on out, He keeps an eye on you at all times. He needs to make sure your taking care of yourself!

Douma also developed the tendency to whisper sweet nothings into your ear, his advice is surprisingly effective by the way. I mean, his advice towards you is actually genuine so that must be why.

“Oh, Y/N, my lovely lotus, i despise how you carry such a heavy burden. I wish i could take all these negative feelings away from you!”

Akaza

Like Muzan, he isn’t easy to take for a fool.

Notices the very second your behavior changes.

Akaza, being the most amazing boyfriend he is will obviously attempt to strike up a conversation, desperately wanting you to open up and communicate with him properly.

Becomes disappointed when you just brush it off as “not important”

Like what? It IS important!

YOU are MORE than important to him.

Akaza is not blind, he won’t submit nor play dumb towards your responses

Absolutely hates making you uncomfortable and would hate to force you to tell him how you’re feeling but desperate times call for desperate measures.

This is just his way for caring about you.

At first, he will try each and every day to be there for you and try and talk with you.

Sits on the side of your bed as your laying down, curled up, unmoving and will just kiss your forehead and give you time to open up.

Akaza will bug you consistently, fishing a response from you, anything, just anything!!

“Sweetheart, could you tell me what’s going on with you?”

Nothing. Just that same old response he hears every damn time.

“I’m fine”, “Nothing is wrong!”, “It’s okay, i’m doing well, just tired.”

Hatessssss when you lie to him:(

Akaza feels beyond powerless.

Your feelings are very important to him!

Sure, he hates weak people, hates any other human being he encounters but you’re different!

Akaza knows deep down you’re suffering from depression but desires for you to confess it yourself in your own time.

But at the end of the day he had to force it out of you.

Felt insanely guilt but what else could he have done?

Everything else he’s ever done for you got him nowhere due to your own stubborn dds

Akaza is not mad though.

He could never be angry with you for having depression i mean, you can’t help it.

We all know how overwhelmingly overprotective he is so the very moment he finds out a friend of family member caused you to feel this way and shut the world out he is going to throw hands.

Like, how dare they?!

Akaza is another caretaker! Skips important missions for your sake despite him knowing the punishments that come along with it.

Akaza won’t mind taking care of you but he also needs you to learn how to take care of yourself if you want to truly heal so he’ll be there for you every single step of the way in order for you to accomplish that!

Another thing that’ll happen is that Akaza will become more needy and clingy than usual. He must protest his precious girlfriend at all costs.

Kisses you and reminds you how much he loves you.

Fucking HATES it when he’s forced to leave you (when he’s summoned to the infinity castle)

But the very second he’s home he’s relieved.

On those days you’re feeling super depressed to the point where you can’t get up Akaza will cool you breakfast and serve it to you in bed. Will even feed you if he has to then eventually he’ll help you get up and offer you all the motivation and energy you need to make it throughout the day.

Bro is a gentleman.

Literally is always going to be there for you, love you unconditionally.

And most importantly…

Beat the living HELL out of whoever worsened your depression‼️‼️

I hope you enjoyed these headcanons! To all those out there suffering currently i can promise you that it’s going to be okay. You got this! <3

[aakariiiii]

You’ll Catch My Coldˏˋ°•*⁀➷

contains: mitsuya being sick, thats really it….

requests: open

a/n: i had this uncompleted in my drafts so i finished writing it n here i am uploading it!!! i kinda (only kinda) like it tbh so i hope you guys like it as well, just a reminder that requests are open!!!! please enjoy reading it <33

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It was 2pm at the moment, and I have been woken from my deep slumber that I promised myself I would get as a reward of my hard work during the academic year.

“Who the fuck wakes up at 2pm on the first day of summer vacation. And who the fuck even woke me up?” I ask myself as I rub my eyes to help clear my obscured vision.

My phone has been ringing for the past eternity, and it’s not shutting up.

I grab my phone to check who’s the asshole who’s been calling ever since the morning, only to find out that it’s my very dear boyfriend, mitsuya.

11 missed calls from taka <3

“oh shit, oh shit” I curse to myself as worry embraces me, spreading through my veins insidiously.

Did he die? Did something happen to him?

I ask myself these questions as I dial his number on my phone.

“pick up you idiot” i whisper to no one in particular.

“Luna, Mana, get the hell away from me.” I hear mitsuya on the other line cough up this sentence.

“Babe?” I ask

“y/n. Where the fu—hell have you been. I was starting to get worried, you idiot!” His voice, scratchy and full of cold, asked through the phone.

“Ahaaha…I have been…asleep…” I muttered shamefully and then added, “Are you okay though, you sound exhausted…and full of cold..”

“That’s the reason I ca—cough—ca—cough—” he stops to take a breath and continues “called. Luna and Mana are not leaving me alone and I dont want to spread my cold to them, the—cough—they’re trying to help me out which is pretty nice but I dont want them getting sick.”

“Okay, I’ll be there in a bit.” I say, getting up from my bed.

“I’ll get you some medicine on the way. Stay put, love you.” I add.

“Mhm, thank you—cough—Genuinely have n—cough—no idea what i’d do with—cough—without you, i love you so much.” he says in a weak, feeble voice.

“Oh shut it, I’m your girlfriend for a reason, dummy.” I replied.

“I’m—cough—I’m trying to be nice—cough—but anyway, b—cough—bye”

“Bye.” I giggle as I end the call. He’s so cute!

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I slowly open the door of Mitsuya’s house, expecting him to be asleep. I truly did not expect to hear yells and giggles coming out from both Mitsuya and his sisters, who are currently seated in the living room.

I tip toe to secretly steal a glance, only to be greeted by the scene of Luna sitting on top of mitsuya, who was laying on the couch, head on the couch’s armrest, and Mana standing beside that armrest, gawking at mitsuya straight in the eyes from above.

I couldn’t help but let out a giggle, which turned all the attention to me, and with that, both Luna and Mana ran straight up to me, hugging my lower torso.

“Y/n! You’re here!” one of the girls yelled in excitement, causing me to grin.

“Indeed I am! How do you girls think Mitsuya’s been feeling?” I ask, playing along with their ‘doctor’ game.

“Well—based on what I have seen, I think he has—uhhhh…a cough!” Luna says hesitantly as Mana nods.

I kneel down as I place the grocery bags I brought on the floor, trying to reach to their level, and say in a surprised manner “Oh, really?! Poor Mitsuya, he must he feeling awful, right? What do you guys recommend him to do?”

“Sleep!” Mana answers and Luna adds, “Yeah, I think he must rest well!”

“Exactly, now why don’t you girls go to your room while I make sure that Nee-san gets the sleep he needs so that we can all play together later?” I offer, excitingly, earning nods and ‘yeah, hurray!’ from one of them as they rush to their rooms.

I stand up again and approach Mitsuya, and Oh God. Exhaustion was painted all over his face, tired eyes begging to sleep and some messy hair.

“How are you feeling, Taka?” I ask softly.

“Take a guess, babe,” He responds sarcastically in a rough, scratched voice.

“Well, based on what your little doctors told me, not very well,” I joke as I bring my hand to his forehead, and as expected, he was burning up.

“Woah, what an absolute genius you are, babe” he coughs.

“Yeah yeah, whatever. I get that all the time, but anyway, do you wanna head to your room? I’ll make you some food before handing you your medicine and then you can head to sleep and I’ll take care of the girls for tonight,”

“Sounds good to me, I think my head is about to explode,” He winces as he tries to get up in a vain attempt.

“Take it easy, Taka, let me help you,”

And with that, I help him up and make sure he walks without stumbling and breaking a bone to his room. I grab some water and place it beside his nightstand.

“You can sleep while I make the food if you want, but it shouldn’t take long,” I mention as I lean in to give him a quick kiss on the cheek.

“Yeah I think I’ll stay awake—b—cough—but you stay away from me- or else you—cough—you’ll catch my cold—“ He coughs again.

“Oh don’t be silly, of course I’ll catch your cold, but you’ll take care of me the next,” I grin as I begin making my way out of his room.

“I don’t know how I ended up being with you, but I’m not complaining,” he faintly mutters to himself, smiling softly at no one in particular.

He does realise that even if you make silly jokes sometimes, he’s indeed the luckiest man on earth to have you beside him.

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[daisybell17]

Dancing with Loki hc’s:

“Alright the food is on the way…eughhhh I’m so tired” You fall onto the couch and closing your eyes for a second

“Gods me too…This week was something was so damn frustrating” Loki huffed out as he laid his back on the floor and ran his hands through his hair

There was a short silence as you both laid there in exhaustion

Loki sits up and looks at you “You want me to put on some music?”

“Not really…i feel like i’m going to fall asleep” Slurring your words as you slowly drift off

“But if we fall asleep now we might be up till late”

“I don’t care let me sleep” You murmured back

You hear Loki laugh to himself

He then tapped your forehead and you look up to see his tired expression, handing you a glass of water “You haven’t drank since you got home half an hour ago”

You smile and take the glass, finishing it entirely in mere seconds

“Cmon let’s danceeee, it will wake us up a little before the food gets here”

“hmmm noooo! please just let me rest” You groan, slamming your face with a pillow

Instead of leaving you alone to rest Loki had turned the speaker on, blasting some modern Asgardian music

“Loki turn it off pleaaeeeee” He didn’t listen and instead started dancing

You removed the pillow from your face and watch as your goofball of a boyfriend started putting his heart and soul into the silliest and goofiest dance moves you have ever witnessed

Smiling at his impressive moves you watched as Loki danced to the music

(ik yall have seen the behind the scenes of Loki S1 where Tom us busting some moves, so just imagine the same thing)

As the song ends and another pop song comes on, A midgardian one now, he extends his hand out, inviting you to dance

You smile and shake your head as you are still so genuinely tired

“Oh cmon darling! don’t leave me hanging now”he pouts at you but continues to shake his hips from side to side

You watch as he tries his best to get you up, but now you give in, moving your shoulders a little

His face lights up as you start moving a little…he grabs your hand and yanks you up, pulling you close to his chest. Staring into his eyes you smile and he twirled you around.

Laughing as you spun, you both started dancing to the cheesy pop song. You love this. Everything. Every time you’re with Loki. Every moment with him felt like you could swim, even when everything tries to drown you

The song comes to an end and you both are panting, exhausted from dancing.

Collapsing back onto the sofa, you continue to catch your breath when…”We can keep the christmas lights up till January”

“And this is our place, we make the rules”

Its you and Loki’s song

Opening your eyes, your met with a blushing Loki, hand reaching out to yours

Grabbing his hand, you stand and put your chest against his

“And there’s a dazzling haze, a mysterious way about you dear” Loki locks his eyes onto yours, his right hand on your waist, the other holding your hand, interlocking both your fingers

You both sway from side to side as the song continues to play, he swears you are the most perfect being in all of the nine realms, hell, the entire universe in fact, you were his, he was yours

“Have I known you 20 seconds or 20 years?…Can I go where you go” Loki twirls you around as the chorus starts playing, pulling you back in as face him again.

You rest your head on his chest and smile, enjoying this simple moment of love

“Can we always be this close forever and ever?” Loki leans you back, kissing you deeply. You grab his jaw, pulling him deeper. You stay like this for a moment before he pulls you back up and goes back to slow dancing, swaying you both side to side, twirling you here and there

“And ah, take me out, and take me home” He pushes you back onto the couch ever so slightly

He kisses you deep, hands on your waist, your own hands running through his beautiful hair. Oh his beautiful hair.

His knees presses in between your legs as his lips trail down your neck, marking you up, marking his pretty girl up with kisses

“You’re my, my, my, my…Lover” “L-Loki mhmph…” You call his name out as you become sensitive

The doorbell rang. Foods here! and things were just getting good…You push Loki off and grab the money to pay.

Setting the food down on the counter, you start unpacking the takeout packages when suddenly Loki grabs you by the waist

“Oh my darling not just yet, I want to dance some more…oh and! mark your pretty little body up before we eat…”

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(a/n): hope yall enjoyed this! ik it’s been awhile but a lot of things have been happening in my life and i’m just doing my best to relax for a bit! Also Loki S2 Ep1 was amazing!!

[dare-to-dm]

I’ve been seeing more posts along the lines of “dear god, please play a ttrpg other than d&d” lately, and I can get behind that, in the general sense that I’m anti-monopoly.  I’ve  also seen plenty of posts lamenting groups who extensively homebrew D&D or use house rules to get the experience they want rather than using another system that’s more specifically designed to deliver that experience.  And again, that’s logical and not something I would argue with.

But in the midst of all this criticism for D&D, I just want to remind folks that there are a lot of things it does very well as a game, and if you’re consistently having a great time, there’s no reason to feel like you have to try new systems.  Like, I’ve been playing some version of D&D/Pathfinder since 2000, and honestly I don’t really feel like I’ve been missing out.  I’ve tried other TTRPGs occasionally, but so far Pathfinder has genuinely been my favorite and I always go back to it.  And some of my most memorable campaigns have involved extensive homebrewing, but I feel like the core of what makes the game fun for me always shone through.  Here are some things D&D is really good at that I personally don’t get tired of:

High action storytelling

Zero to hero adventuring where power advancement is itself a goal

Fun character building/customization that’s generally balanced

Empowering hero fantasy

High stakes drama

The dice significantly alter the outcome of events and no character is immune to failure

Having an extensive monster manual with a wide variety of fantastical opponents with their own lore

Having the rules as a referee for a large variety of situations

Long campaigns that bring you and your friends together for the same narrative over the course of months or even years

Tactical combat with a large variety of options and a robust enough rule-set to feel fair and skill based

A number of classes that cater to players with various preferences for flavor and complexity

Mechanics that encourage teamwork/cooperation

Mechanics that are largely separate from setting/lore, so you can use the premade settings if you want to, but you never need to

Having a large community to interact with outside of just your table

Probably a ton of other things that I’m forgetting

Like, there are a lot things D&D is genuinely bad at, and you should probably play a different game if that’s what you’re going for.  But the things that it’s good at are really fun and awesome and I feel like I could play this game for the rest of my life and never exhaust the possibilities. 

[wayfayrr]

Gonna ask this RIGHT this time lets GOOO

I’m a bit of a nut when it comes to pyromaniac and explosion obsessed characters, just going absolutely manic with numerous explosions going off around them type of stuff

Can I maybe ask for a reader like that with Time? Just an absolutely tired man who loves seeing them happy, but by god please put the gunpowder down for five minutes

Thank you, and once again bc you deserve it, congratulations :>

thank you again for all the congratulations 🥹💖💖 I swear everyone on here is so sweet. 💖 for this one I hope you don't mind I went with a calmer moment for that type of reader where they're sitting by the fire making explosives relaxing, I hope you like it!!!🔥✨✨

“[name], what are you making over there? Please don’t tell me it’s more explosives…”

“Look you don’t have to mutter under your breath like that.”

“You didn’t answer my question [name].”

“I thought you didn’t want me to tell you.”

The old man seems to be looking his age for once, granted I'm one of the main reasons he's been pushed to his limits like this. Really though, it's in my nature I can't just hold myself back. He should know this with how clear it is that I'm not the most civil when things like this are involved.

"Please stop making explosives from your own world, at least use normal bombs."

"'Normal bombs' don't have the same effect though Time... Look it's not like I'm making the dangerous ones."

Maybe I should stop doing stuff like this, it seems Time really is more stressed than he ever was before I arrived. The chain are taking care of me here, I shouldn't be adding to their stress, well time’s stress more than anything. It’s hard not to feel at least a little guilty about acting like this when he sounds so exhausted. Planting himself down next to me with a sigh, it really feels like I’m about to be given a lecture about my personal safety. It takes a moment to remove my current project away from the heat and to make sure that it’s stable, meaning I can leave it unattended for a while. Better to be over-cautious than the reason Hyrule needs to tire himself out or drain their already low supplies. Nothing would make me feel worse than that after a lecture.

“Just be careful dear, I love you more than anything so I don’t want to lose you.”

“You’re not going to lecture me?”

“No, I love seeing how happy you are. Even if I wish I was the one making you happy rather than the explosives.”

That was unexpected? I swear if Wild was the one in my place he’d have been trapped here for hours while Time went on about his safety, but for me just a simple admission and a blush? Time’s blushing!? Because of me?? How long will it take him to realise how I’m looking at him like he’s both amazing and acting utterly unlike the Time I know? Barely a second it seems.

“Don’t let me sitting here distract you [name].”

“RIGHT. Yes alright. Um… would you like me to show you some really cool things you can do with fire? There are some safer things in my world that are beautiful.”

“Do you have it recorded on your ‘phone’?”

Rolling my eyes at him with a genuine laugh while reaching for a couple of containers within my bag, he seems a bit scared of what I’m about to pull out of my bag. Like he’s expecting another outburst like the first fight I got into, It's a good thing Hyrule can treat burns. 

“They’re different metal oxides, they change the colours of the fire. And no I’m not going to set the forest alight again not at the moment anyway.”

“[name] I love you but please.”

“...Fine. I promise I won't set the forest alight at all. Now can I show you what these do?”

I didn’t even let him answer this time, preferring to just toss some of the copper chloride powder into the fire waiting for his response to the apple-green flames. He looks stunning with how they reflect off of his armour, and how they highlight his face. Which colours would light him up the most beautifully I wonder, red, green, pink, cutting the colours completely and having him silhouetted by an explosion perhaps? 

“Do you keep things related to all of this on you at all times?”

“Why would you ever assume otherwise?”

“Please hold back from burning entire woods from now on.”

“...I’ll try.”

[roseddraws]

Don’t usually do stories on here, but saw this prompt and felt inspired. Constructive criticism welcome <:

Cinderella huffed through gritted teeth, scrubbing furiously at this most recent stain on the tile; there seemed to be more every day. Actually, it wouldn’t surprise her if her stepsisters spilled food on purpose to spite her. That sounded like them.

She thrust the brush into the soap bucket, splashing water all over the floor and soaking her dress. It hardly mattered anyway: her stepmother and stepsisters were enjoying themselves at the royal ball, and probably wouldn’t be back all night. Probably be too hungover to get up ‘till the afternoon too, Cinderella thought with grim pleasure.

She sighed and sat back, the stain finally gone. She looked around at the rest of the floor, assessing how much work she needed to do before tomorrow.

Good lord.

Right. Now seemed a good time for a break. She dropped the brush on the floor and stood up, cracking her back. She wiped her hands on her apron and made her way outside, still barefoot.

Cinderella took a deep breath, enjoying the scent of the fresh air and the coolness of it on her skin, soothing her exhausted muscles. Leaning her back against the wall, she closed her eyes and imagined she was anywhere else. It was the perfect night for a ball; midwinter evening, but surprisingly warm, the stars bright and clearly visible in the cloudless sky.

“It is a lovely night, isn’t it?” A voice said from beside her.

Cinderella startled, eyes snapping open and head snapping to the side. Standing next to her was a woman. Or… perhaps it was a younger girl. No, she was sure it was a woman. Older than her, perhaps in her twenties, or seventies. The woman grinned at her obvious confusion.

Cinderella remembered her manners. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to stare. Your dress is lovely.” It wasn’t a lie: she was wearing a gorgeous, deep green ball gown, with a flowing train made of translucent fabric that seemed to fade to nothing. Over her shoulders was what looked to be a cloak of iridescent, black feathers.

The woman looked pleased. “I’m glad to see you haven’t lost your manners. That’s something I’ve always liked about you.”

Cinderella was quickly growing uneasy, wondering if this woman was older than she looked, and perhaps going senile. Though, now that she’d mentioned it, she did think the woman looked inexplicably familiar.

Tilting her head, the strange woman spoke again with exaggerated surprise, a wide grin still plastered on her face, as if she’d forgotten she had to move her mouth when she changed facial expressions. “Do you not recognise me, dear? I suppose it has been a while since we last spoke.”

The girl tried for a politely apologetic expression, shaking her head.

The woman smiled even wider. “I am your godmother; it’s my job to make sure your life is going as well as I can make it.”

Now, most young ladies might be frightened or concerned by this statement. Cinderella, however, felt that it explained quite a bit about her childhood; namely, all of her faint memories about an old woman that taught her numbers and read her bedtime stories when she was small. And by god did she need someone to fix her life.

She matched the woman’s grin. “I do remember you,” she tilted her head thoughtfully, mimicking her earlier motion. “Partially, at least. May I have your name?”

Her godmother’s eyes crinkled with genuine mirth, and her head snapped back as she let out a laugh like church bells.

“Good! You remember me. I’m glad to see living with that infernal stepmother of yours has not wrung all of the wits out of you,” she said. “And to answer your question, although I’m sure you already know what I’m going to say, you may refer to me as ‘Godmother’.”

Godmother clapped her hands once. “Now, Cinderella, if you still want to get to that ball, we’d better get to work right away. Unless you intend to show up dressed like that?”

Cinderella looked down at her stained, grey rags, still soaked with dirty water, and shook her head. “What did you have in mind?”

Her godmother frowned. “Now, dear. You’ve spent enough of your life being told what to do; I think you’ve earned the rights to some autonomy. What do YOU want?”

Cinderella’s face broke into a genuine smile for possibly the first time since her father died.

“What do you think will piss off my stepfamily the most?”

Her godmother grinned mischievously, her wings unfurling behind her.

***

The prince snarled as he slashed at what was left of the training dummy. The remaining hunk of leather finally collapsed to the floor, and he stood over it, panting.

He felt a little better.

“Reginald Charming Peaseblossom!” A furious voice boomed from behind him.

Reginald flinched, but stubbornly refused to turn around.

“You are to turn and face me this instant, young man,” She said, deathly calm.

The prince took a deep breath, making the most of the last few moments of his life, then turned to face his mother.

The woman in front of him was a few inches shorter than he was, with snow-white hair standing out shockingly against her ebony skin. She wore a deep purple and lilac dress with golden accents, and her arms and neck were all but covered by heavy gold jewellery. Hung over one of her arms was what looked to be a wine-red suit, which looked almost as bedazzled as her own dress. Reginald chose to focus on her clothing to avoid looking at the stony face she was surely wearing.

“Yes, mother?” He asked, still breathing heavily. It came out more feebly than he’d intended.

The queen took a deep breath, and it looked like it took all of her strength to keep her expression cold and neutral (it was unbecoming for royalty to show emotion in the company of others, the prince remembered from his many lessons in etiquette). She stepped towards her son and shoved the suit at him, the extravagant garnishes jingling.

“You’re lucky there’s no time to punish you. Put this on quickly- I will be making sure it’s done properly- then head straight to the ballroom. Guests are already arriving. We will discuss your tardiness after the ball.”

“Yes, mother,” Reginald replied. Then, feeling bold, he added, “But don’t expect me to find a suitor. I am certain that none of the guests-“

“One of our guests will take your fancy,” his mother’s voice was more angry than he’d ever heard it, but her face was blank as always. “Otherwise, your father and I will choose a bride for you.”

The prince stiffened. He didn’t know why he still tried to defy her. He knew all it would do was get him into more trouble.

“Yes, mother.”

He turned smoothly, walking away with his head held high and his suit folded neatly over one arm, as he’d been taught. He deflated the moment he was out of the queen’s sight, relaxing his posture and breaking into a jog. If he hurried, he could wash quickly and be ready without making his mother much more angry. He didn’t want to attract the attention of any possible suitors, of course, but he wasn’t an animal.

Or perhaps he was just looking for an excuse to avoid the ball for a bit longer. He’d probably regret that later.

Once he’d reached his room (slamming the door and locking it behind him), he let out a sigh that hurt his throat with its force. He wanted to scream and throw something across the room in anger, but knew he didn’t have time for any more dramatics.

Instead, Reginald stalked over to his closet and threw the doors open, looking at his reflection in the mirror. He held the suit in front of him, and saw with disgust that it looked fantastic.

As he’d noticed before, it was a deep, wine red, the buttons apparently made of gold. It was paired with a white poet shirt to wear underneath. Reginald’s dreadlocks were tied back in a short ponytail at that moment, but he knew if he let them down and added some golden strings and ribbons, maybe a pair of gold earrings as well, it would compliment the gold on the suit perfectly.

The already unhappy face in the mirror contorted into a scowl as the boy realised that his mother, as usual, was right.

***

Cinderella tried her best to look like a noble as she hitched up her skirts and stepped daintily down from her carriage-that-had-been-a-pumpkin. Actually, she had to move daintily, because her shoes were made of brittle glass (it was A Look, okay? She was a trendsetter).

She looked back at her godmother, who’d been sat besides her on the drive there. The fairy was stepping down after her, leaving her long train trailing behind her into the carriage. She offered her goddaughter an encouraging smile.

“You’re going to be great, dear,” she told Cinderella. “Go have fun. I’ll be here, even if you can’t see me.”

Cinderella smiled back. “Th- I’m grateful, Godmother. And I’m very glad for all of these gifts.”

With a knowing grin, the woman gave a final curtsy, and was gone in a gust of wind and a fluttering of fabric and feathers.

Cinderella took a deep breath, straightening her posture. She nodded to the carriage driver, who squeaked in response. And without further ado, she turned to follow the rest of the party-goers into the castle, holding back a smile as she pretended not to see the heads that turned in her direction.

She was far and away the best dressed there.

Most of the crowd consisted of the more rich common folk- they were easy to distinguish from their extravagant skirts made of clearly cheap material- but a significant amount of them were actually nobility. Cinderella walked among lords, ladies, dukes, duchesses, counts, countesses- and her dress outshone them all.

She’d arrived at the same time as most of the other guests, right as the music was starting. A shy boy about her age in a striking orange suit caught her eye, and she sashayed over to him as the music crescendoed. He gaped at her, and she grinned at him and held out her hand, which he took tentatively. The girl laughed and pulled him to the dance floor, trying for a pirouette. Admittedly, she didn’t know how to dance, but this boy seemed too enraptured to tell.

She giggled girlishly, twirling from his arms a few songs later and into the arms of a young woman in a pale pink dress, who gripped her hands with no hesitation and danced with confidence and a lot more skill than Cinderella possessed.

She spent the better part of the next two hours dancing the night away, never staying with a partner for more than a song or two, but leaving them with an impression that would stick with them for the rest of her life, unbeknownst to her. She was aware of little beyond her dance partner and the eyes of her audience, for once not distasteful or reproachful, but admiring. Reverent, even.

She sometimes caught glimpses of deep green fabric and iridescent, black feathers, and she knew that her godmother was there with her, and Cinderella felt happy and safe for the first time she could remember clearly.

It was pure luck that the Prince of the Entire Bloody Kingdom found his way into her arms.

***

Reginald didn’t make a habit of staring at people. He knew it was impolite, plus most people weren’t interesting enough to warrant staring.

This girl, however…

Reginald knew what love felt like, in theory. He’d read plenty of books on the subject, and thought he’d probably be able to identify it if he ever fell in love with someone, unlikely as he found the notion. And he was sure this wasn’t it. Which begged the question: why couldn’t he look away from this girl?

Perhaps it was her clothing. Her dress was ocean-blue, with layers of skirts fading to a turquoise the colour of a tropical sea, the bottom skirts trailing behind her, rippling like waves. The hemline was raised in the front to just below her knees, and was lined with a translucent, white fabric that glittered like sea-foam and seemed impossibly light, as if it floated just above the ground. Her bodice was simple; the neckline and waistline were adorned with the same sea-foam-fabric, but other than that it was entirely plain- although Reginald swore that when the light hit it just so, it moved like the surface of the ocean from a mile above. Somehow, despite her ethereal dress, the prince felt the most striking part of her outfit was the shoes: they were made entirely of intricately-shaped glass, and yet were as pristine and flawless as they’d been when she’d arrived, despite being perhaps a centimetre thick at their strongest point.

It gave Reginald a petty sense of satisfaction to know that her simple outfit of a ball gown and slippers far outshone his mother’s intricate dress with twice its weight in gold jewellery.

But no, it wasn’t the outfit that drew the prince’s eye.

There was something about the way she moved, that he could no more explain than he could ignore. She clearly couldn’t dance, yet her movements were elegant, flowing smoothly like water in a stream. If he hadn’t spent so much of his life in dancing lessons, he’d probably think she was an expert. She seemed tireless, moving with the same unnerving enthusiasm she’d danced with all night, with an unfaltering grin stretching from ear to ear. Something about her reminded him of a dream, as if the colours of her clothes and skin and flowing hair couldn’t quite keep up with her, leaving afterimages in her wake.

It was like she was enchanted.

Reginald wanted to study her.

That was the real reason he joined the dance, and finally found himself with her a few hours later (the entire crowd was clustered around her, almost forming a solid wall).

He looked down at the girl, who looked back at him, face perfectly framed by her almost snow-white hair, and said the first thing that came to mind.

“Oh, wow. You’re beautiful.”

He immediately cringed. That… that had come out wrong. The girl raised her eyebrows, looking unimpressed.

“Thank you? But I’m really not interested… your highness.”

“Oh thank god,” the prince sighed, too relieved to be surprised.

The girl threw back her head and cackled, and Reginald realised in that same moment that that was also not a polite thing to say to a guest.

“Wowwww!” She said with mock-offence, twirling into a pirouette even though the song did not call for it at all. “I expected the prince to be a lot more polite.”

“No- I’m- I- I just meant- um…” he stuttered, to the girl’s visibly growing amusement. “Can we please start over?”

She laughed again, then broke away and dipped into a curtsey.

“Cinderella Fairchild, pleased to make your acquaintance.”

Oh good, they were doing formal introductions. Reginald knew how to do those.

“Prince Reginald Charming Peaseblossom of Mythica, at your service.”

He held out a hand, raising an eyebrow. Cinderella took it and he pulled her into a more formal slow dance, this time to the beat of the music.

“So, what brings you to the ‘find the prince a wife’ party if you’re not planning to court the prince?” Reginald asked, starting to lead Cinderella to a more private corner.

“What brings you to the ‘find the prince a wife’ party if you’re not planning to find a wife?” Cinderella countered.

The prince grimaced. “This ball was… not my idea, to put it mildly.” (In truth, he’d been fighting against the plan for weeks) “I actually have no interest in romance. I’d be glad if I never found a wife, ever.”

Cinderella raised an eyebrow. “Oh? Would you rather a husband?”

She laughed at his scandalised expression, and he scrambled to defend himself (yet again).

“No- There’s nothing wrong with- I was just- I thought- You-“ he huffed. “You’re doing this on purpose, aren’t you.”

“Yup!” She grinned, popping the p.

Reginald raised his eyebrows at her. “I notice you’re avoiding my question, Cinderella.”

She squinted at him and jutted out her jaw, like an annoyed child. “Well, if you must know, I’m busy having a good time and pissing off my stepfamily by showing them up and refusing to clean their house.”

The prince laughed. “Alright, valid. It seems neither of us have a happy family life.”

He twirled her around like a ballerina, even though the song playing at that moment was actually quite somber. Then he frowned, realising something.

“Hold on. Aren’t you a noblewoman? Why are you doing your family’s chores?”

She smiled secretively. “A noblewoman? Me? Why on Earth would you think that?”

Reginald took a step back and looked Cinderella up and down incredulously. “You’re telling me that you’re dressed like that… and. You’re not royalty?”

“Mmhm!” She tilted her head to the side as if she was looking at someone behind him, still wearing that secretive smile.

The prince raised an eyebrow, planting his hands hands on his hips. He continued to stare at her for a few seconds, before finally giving in and asking the question she was clearly waiting for.

“So how did you get the outfit then?”

“Oh, this? Just a gift from my godmother.”

“Mhm,” Reginald knew she was teasing him, but now he had to know what she was being so secretive about. “And where did your godmother get it?”

“She made it herself!” Then Cinderella gave him a smug smile. “She’s good with magic. Comes with being a fairy, I think.”

It took a few moments for the words to sink in, but when they did his mouth gaped so wide he thought his mother would crucify him if she were there. He didn’t for a moment consider that the girl might be lying: a fairy’s involvement would actually explain a lot of what he’d seen that night.

“Your godmother is a fairy? How… how did that even come about?” Somehow, that was the only question Reginald could think to ask.

Cinderella looked genuinely thoughtful for a moment, then she shrugged. “No clue, honestly. I’ll have to ask her when I get the chance.”

The prince chuckled and shook his head. “Kind of ironic, isn’t it?” At Cinderella’s questioning look, he elaborated. “I mean because of my heritage. My mother makes sure everyone we meet knows that my great-great-great-whatever grandmother was a fairy, and that I have ‘nature’s blessing’, or something like that. She would lose her MIND if she knew that a fairy’s goddaughter was at this ball.”

Cinderella giggled. “Maybe I should go introduce myself. How much do you think she’d pay if I told her I’d ensure calm seas and a bountiful harvest?”

The prince started to reply, then cut himself off abruptly. A grin slowly split his face, as he turned to face Cinderella fully.

“Just how badly do you want to get away from your stepfamily?”

She grimaced. “More than anything.”

“Enough to marry a man you just met?”

Her eyes widened, and a matching grin began to spread across her own face. “Perhaps.” Her face turned sly again. “Or, maybe not a man I just met. I’d have to know him for at least a few hours first…” she glanced through a window. “How long until midnight?”

Reginald also turned to look. “I’d say two hours. Why?”

“I wanna be dramatic about it. Might explain later.”

The prince found himself smiling wider at the girl’s obscurity, which he was quickly growing familiar with. “Well then. Might I offer you a tour of the gardens while we wait?”

Prince Reginald held out his hand once more, and Cinderella took it without hesitation.

[tangerinesgf]

My QUEEN!!! Smut Prompts: 14 for our dear Tangerine????

Yesss??

Tangerine x gn!reader

Tags/warnings: suggestive language, suggested smut, language in general (think that's it really)

Prompt 14; A has a bad day so B gives them a massage that turns into sex.

“Oh, god. Right there, fuck! Shit, god, that feels so good.”

Tangerine's hands stilled where they were kneading your lower back.

“Hey, why’d you stop?” your voice was muffled by the pillow you were currently resting your head on.

You were laying comfortably face down on the couch after a particularly tough job with The Twins. After Tangerine found you laying there, exhausted from a long day, he offered you a massage.

He was taken aback a little bit when you started to take off your shirt so he had better access to your back, but shrugged it off when you asked him about it. He seemed hesitant at first, but once he really found his rhythm his hands felt like heaven on earth. You had no idea he would be this good at it, this man had magic fucking hands.

“Does it really feel that good...?” Tangerine sounded unsure, maybe even a little bit uncomfortable, but you couldn't see his face so you couldn't really see what was going on with him.

“Yes! Don’t stop.”

“...Okay. I just- alright. I’ll continue.”

Tangerine slowly started to move his hands back over your shoulders, until he hit a particularly stiff part in between your shoulder blades.

“Fuck... fuck! Oh my god, keep going right in that spot, oh, please-”

“Aight', ya gotta quit fuckin' doin' that.” Tangerine stated.

Your body was almost completely limp underneath his touch when he removed his hands from your body entirely this time, making you whine at the loss of his warm hands on your back.

You turned around on the couch meeting his eyes. You weren't sure what was going on with him, but he looked very uncomfortable.

“What? Why, what’s wrong?” You asked him, genuinely having no idea what the fuck he was talking about.

“Fuckin' hell. I can’t concentrate with you sounding like that!” he rasped out.

“Like what?” confusion was written all over your face as Tangerine continued to avoid giving you a concrete answer.

“You don’t know?” he looked at you as if you were stupid.

“No, I don’t know, Tan! I just wanted a fucking massage.” you exclaimed.

“Of course you don’t. Of course you don’t know you sound like a fuckin' wet dream.” Tangerine blurted out, the words slipping out before he could even fully register them.

Both of you were frozen in your place, waiting for the other to say something. You couldn't deny that there had been sexual tension between you and Tangerine before, but for him to say this completely caught you off guard.

“I’m losing my goddamn mind 'ere, darlin'." he uttered.

You still didn't say anything, searching for the right words.

"Why is it bothering you so much?" You asked, teasing him a little bit.

"'Cause I can't help but to imagine all the other ways in which I could get those pretty sounds out of ya." his voice was low and held a darkness to it, that it didn't have before.

You swallowed the lump in your throat, processing what he had just said. You knew you shouldn't, but ever since the moment you laid eyes on Tangerine you had wanted him and everything he had to offer. It was stupid and dating in your line of work was dangerous, but you couldn't resist him any longer.

"Ah, fuck it." you finally mumbled, more to yourself than to Tangerine before you pulled his body down on yours.

His lips immediately found yours, kissing you like a man starved. After you both needed to catch your breath Tangerine started to kiss you along your neckline down to your collarbone, hands traveling all over your still half clothed body.

This was promising to be an interesting night.

[rinbowaman]

HHP - Chapter 12 Part 1 (18+MDNI)

PLEASE READ!

There is some sexual assault described in this chapter, and it is a little uncomfortable. It is a really good read, so please read and enjoy just beware there is a little bit of SA in this. I'm not going to spoil anything.

You remained awake yet the inside of the van was so dark, not to mention the offenders had placed a blanket over you. While you were left unbounded by any restraints, you felt the weight of a man’s body, maybe even two of them, pressing up against you to pin you next to the window you were seated by.

“If you fucking move or do anything, I’ll cut your mouth wide open.”

You heard a male voice issue out the violent warning to you in an aggressive tone. You rendered obedience, for now, just due to the unknowns of the situation. You weren’t sure if these men were armed, how many of them there were, what they wanted, who they were, and where they were taking you.

You felt scared.

Too scared, you silently sobbed underneath the blanket that covered your entire body. How, and why this happened was beyond you, yet the only thing you could think of was Heeseung and Ethan, the image of them being with you was the only thing that could calm you down. Had you sobbed vigorously, you were afraid that the offenders, which could accurately be labeled as kidnappers at this point, would have done more harm or grew angrier towards you.

You remained still, and silent. Pretty much forced to do nothing but sit and ride, trying to guess how long the drive was, and figuring out where these people were taking you.

‘Is he going to be able to come find me?’

A sudden chill of the deepest fears riddled all throughout your skin as the production of your tears grew, and you did your best to remain silent although a few whimpers escaped uncontrollably.

‘He will find me…right? Please dear God…let him find me. I’m scared. I’m so scared.’

Meanwhile, Heeseung ran for God knows how long, though he went fast, hard, and far, he barely put a dent in towards the distance to reach you, as the van had been long gone for several minutes by now.

With his hands on his hips, chest heaving, already experienced massive exhaustion from the game, now he was running even more just to try and find that damn van.

Why? Why did this happen? Why did they take you? This wasn’t right at all. Who were they? What did they want? Where did they take you? What did they want with you?

He snapped his thoughts the very moment he issued the last bit of it.

‘What did they want with y/n?...What are they wanting to do with her?....’

His heart nearly stopped beating. They can’t. They can’t hurt you; they can’t touch you; they can’t do anything terrible to you. You were so kind, so genuine, so pure, so innocent, and so righteous. You loved animals, you loved helping people, you loved gardens, you loved flowers, you loved the sky, you loved the beauty of nature, you loved your friends, your family, and him…you loved him. So why? Why would anyone want to hurt you? Why would anyone want to take you away from him-…

‘…………………….’

With a sudden thought that hit his brain, like lightening streaking its way through the sky, Heeseung looks down on the ground as he tilts his head back. Licking the inside of his cheek, with an expression that displayed the ultimate view of being fed up, he reaches into his back pocket and grabs his phone.

Dialing Jakes number, his friend quickly answers.

“Bro? Heeseung? Where are you? Are you okay? Did you call the police? Wh-“

“Come get me. I need you to pick me up now, I’m on Belift St.”

“O-okay. On my way right now, be there in two minutes.”

Hanging up, Heeseung just stood there, as still as a log. His hands fall back on to his side, as he pushes the bill of his cap forward, positioning it to hover over his eyes in its usual fashion, as the momentum of his chase had slightly pushed it back.

Bringing his phone back up once more, he dials a different number, places the phone by his ear and waits for an answer. Picking up, the person on the other line issues a greeting.

“Hey, I don’t have a lot of time to explain, but I need you to do something…” Heeseung states in a low tone. With built up bravado deep in his throat, he spoke with a tone that trembled with a shuddered vibration. The devil would have shivered in fear by it the black tone he raged his words in.

You weren’t sure how long the drive had been, but it felt like you were inside the van for forty minutes already. You were still sobbing. The thought of being on the road, or whatever path the van was driving on, the fact that it was so long made your fear that you were too far away from Heeseung. You were shaking, quivering, and trembling so much that you started to get cold just from your body focusing on shaking off the fear you were feeling. It became obvious, you overheard the male voices scoff and make remarks of it.

‘I’m….so scared. I feel so weak because I’m so scared. What’s going to happen to me? What do they want? Why are they threatening me?’

Jake and a distressed Emily pick up Heeseung. Emily laid in the backseat, covered with a jacket that Jake had in his car. Fortunately, she wasn’t seriously hurt, yet she did attained deep scrapes from someone who had shoved her to the ground harshly, and pinned her steady as she was forced to watch three men take you away.

Her stockings that matched her frilled skirt was all torn and ripped to shreds, coated with bits of gravel, dirt, and blood stains. The whole side of her leg looked as if she had been in some type of incident as the scrape marks trailed up along her thigh, knee, and her shin cap.

Heeseung sat in the front passenger seat, as Jake drove to where he gave him directions to. Hearing the whimpers and sobbing moans of Emily in the back, Heeseung thought that if Emily was this scared, then how did you feel? You were all alone and taken with no one there to comfort you. Emily was at least here, she was safe, she was with him and Jake, but you….

Emily hiccupped as she sobbed, in which Heeseung reached back with his hand, patted her down atop Jake’s jacket that covered her, and gave her a gentle grab along with a squeeze on her arm.

“It’s alright. You’re safe now…don’t cry…please…don’t cry. You’re safe.” He issues very softly.

Sure, he did want the girl to feel comfort and warmth, but also, he couldn’t bear to hear her cry as he didn’t know how you could possibly be feeling at this very moment, since your situation was far worse. Were you crying right now? All alone…with no one to hug you, pat you down, to tell you that you were safe…how were you handling yourself right now?

Recalling the words, he often said to you, more notably during that incident with Samuel when you were sustaining his Ethan side as he taught the boy a harsh lesson, Heeseung vibrates the memory in his brain and softly speaks aloud…as if you were able to hear him.

“You gotta hang in there baby.”

Jake noticing Heeseung’s action, could already tell that his best friend was beyond fearful for your safety. He somehow just knew by reading Heeseung’s face as his eyes remained glossed over, yet he was displaying an expression of rage, apart from the one moment where he softened it as he patted Emily’s shoulder. The man was hurting. He was dying inside.

“Turn right here…” Heeseung calmly instructs Jake, to which his dear friend followed without any question.

Heeseung already knew, that this was something that the police could not handle, not now, given that timing was of the essence. They would be wasting every minute, waiting for the authorities to get to them, writing statements, and waiting for more officers and staff to arrive, just to inform him that they were on the lookout for you. Meaningless.

Considering there was no memory of the license plate, no photos of the van, the driver, or any of the other passengers that it contained, the only lead that he, Jake, and Emily had, was that you were taken, and the van headed out in an aimless direction.

No. This was way beyond personal. This was his life that was being destroyed. This was his reason for living. For dying. For laughing. And for crying. This…this was something he wanted to handle, to ensure the punishment fit the crime…forever.

Receiving a text on his phone, Heeseung opens the screen to read the contents of it. Placing his phone down, Jake looks over to him and raises a brow. Since he knew Heeseung better than anyone, aside from you, he didn’t bother pelting the man with questions, he just trusted his judgement because the only thing that mattered, was to find you.

The only one that was going to ensure to make that happen, was Heeseung.

Jake spoke to Emily with a soft tone.

“Stardust? I’m going to stay with Heeseung and help him find Y/n. Do you want me to drop you off at the ER so they can take care of your injuries? As soon as we find her, I’ll be right back to be there with you.”

With a small series of tiny hiccups as her frail voice issues the remainder of her tiring sobs, Emily shakes her head and whimpers out.

“N-no…I want to find y/n too. I had to watch them take her…”

Heeseung winced at the last bit of her statement.

“I want to help find her.” Emily finished.

“Stardust, it might be a bit dangerous.” Jake continued.

“I don’t care. I like y/n…she’s nice…she’s always been nice.” Recalling the moments where Emily would take your hand and hop along by your side as her tiny legs would stay in step with your longer strides, she caved into the memories of looking at you as a sister, always walking together to class and even sharing snacks and meals for lunch.

“Y/n…she’s like a sister to me. I want to help find her.” Emily trailed off as she closes her eyes, feeling the residual effects of exhaustion, trauma, and despair all at once, she calm’s herself to a soft sleep at the car’s vibration from the drive.

Taking note of Emily passing out, Jake glances over to Heeseung once more.

“Do you have a plan on where to start?” Jake asks calmly, knowing that the man was beyond triggered.

“Already started…” Heeseung sat with his arms crossed, legs spread, merely staring at the ground with his cap covering his eyes. His long blue sleeve shirt with the sleeves rolled up a quarter of the way, which was your favorite style, paired with your favorite straight jeans that were light blue, and his black cap that you absolutely loved seeing him in as it had been his signature look since the day you met him.

Receiving another text, Heeseung checks the contents, immediately guiding Jake towards the destination.

You felt tired…

‘How long have we been driving for now?...I feel so weak from crying…but also trying to hold back as much of my tears…I’m so…tired…’

A loud ring comes in on someone’s phone…you suddenly remembered, you left your phone inside Heeseung’s car since you didn’t need it for the game…how you wished you had it to try and reach him.

“Where? Yeah, I know where that is…seriously? Huh, well fuck…I’m not gonna complain. What’s with you and these girls? Hang on.” There was a slight pause in the conversation. YOu could hear the man lean over, somehow, you felt him looking at you even though your vision was obscured by the thick blanket that covered you.

“Hey man, grab her hands and show them to me.”

Upon hearing the statement, you grew nervous and fearful, the tears started to stream down once more relentlessly. You whimpered as you felt three or four hands grab hold your own, pulling them from under the blanket while keeping your upper body and head covered. With your wrists painfully gripped, your hands were exposed to the cool air inside the vehicle. You could feel the flow of the A/C as it traveled through your fingers.

“Okay, good.”

You felt the hands release your wrists. In a hurried manner, you tucked them back under the blanket, cradling yourself within the plush, athletic jacket you still wore that represented the rugby team, with Heeseung’s codename and number on the back.

“Yeah its there. I don’t know…fucking gold, its fucking dark in here, I just know it’s on her finger.”

‘M-my ring?’

“Yeah, yeah, yeah…okay so meet you there? Is it empty? Perfect, there’s more space, I can invite more friends. Sure.”

‘More…friends?’

You hear the man end the phone conversation, it sounded like he was seated in the front passenger seat. His voice sounded somewhat familiar.

You felt the shift of the vehicle turning around.

‘Now what?...Where are they taking me?....Please….let me go home. Let me go back to him. I didn’t do anything…why?’

Heeseung’s phone starts to ring, looking down at the screen, he ignores it and lets it continue ringing. Jake glances over.

“You good man?”

Heeseung nods.

“Who is that?”

Heeseung doesn’t answer, he remains seated with his arms crossed, staring at the floor bed of the car. His eyes completely covered the shadow of his cap. Taking the hint, Jake leaves him be and continues to the destination.

“We’ll be there shortly bro.” Jake is heard stating.

Again, Heeseung doesn’t say anything back, nor does he move. As still as a statue, he was steady as his frame merely moved from the momentum of the car ride.

The van pulls up and parks somewhere…you felt as if your chest was going to explode out of your chest. Would there be a chance for you to escape? Where are you? Where did they take you?

“Okay, bring her out but keep her wrapped up so she can’t see anything.”

You hear the male voice state, as strong arms wrap around you once more, along with a firm grab of your ankles, carrying you against your will outside the vehicle. It was faint, but through the thickness of the blanket that covered you, you could make out a bright light fluorescent light. Judging by the sound of the footsteps on the ground, they were walking on pavement.

‘A driveway?’

Were they bringing you inside a building? You began to panic as your body trembles yet again.

“She’s shaking.” One of the men that had their wrap around you remarks as he laughs.

“Wonder if she’ll keep doing that later.” You hear another say as both men laugh.

‘What are they talking about?’

You suddenly felt them plop you on what felt like aluminum or hard plastic, it was familiar to you. It was warm and the smell of engine oil was present.

‘The hood of a car?’

The light seemed like it got brighter, you look down on what you were seated on, sure enough, it was the hood of a car. Underneath the blanket, peeking through one of the openings, you could see that the car was white, and there was light, that surrounded all around you and the vehicle.

There was two or maybe three pairs of hands that maintained a hold on you, no doubt to keep you still. Though you had thoughts about escaping, it nearly seemed impossible as the blanket was kept over you, inhibiting you to make out the details of the scenario. The last thing you wanted to do was antagonize the situation, what if you were surrounded and trying to escape provokes them to do something terrible…not that sitting here waiting for it to happen was any better. You just deeply hoped that somehow, Heeseung was able to find a way to you…and would be here soon.

Suddenly you hear footsteps…they sounded different. You could tell they were walking on pavement, which meant that the combination of the car you were seated on, you must have been brought to an empty parking lot or a vacant spot hidden somewhere.

The footsteps breached closely; they sounded like…heels?

“Take off the blanket.” A woman’s voice…you knew this voice.

The blanket pulled off your frame, the bright lights nearly blinded you as the sudden intrusion of brightness made your eyes wince as you bury your face into your hands. Your eyes had become so sensitive already just from the adjusting to the darkness, but they were ultra-tender from all the sobbing, making the stinging more pungent.

Finally adjusting somewhat to the bright light, that seemed like was coming from a lamp or something that was directed right at you. Not like a streetlight that hovered high above and was left immobile.

“Let me see it. Grab her hand.”

You heard the woman’s voice demand as a hand grabs your hand to present it, you assume she was referring to your ring.

“That’s it?? Oh my God that is literally the ugliest thing I’ve ever seen. Where’s the diamond? There’s no diamond or jewels? It…oh my God Ethan…your grandmother has no taste.”

‘What is she talking about?’

You were confused as the woman stated something about Ethan and his grandmother? Taste? Was she under the impression that Ethan and his grandmother picked out the rings? Where would she get that idea from?

Suddenly you hear the girl, Tiff, get on her phone as she calls someone.

“Hey! The ring is nothing like you showed me in the photo, what’s up? Well, it’s fucking ugly, so no deal. What do you mean? Oh my God whatever, you’re such a liar.” The girl hangs up abruptly.

You were beyond confused. Your eyes adjusting to the lighting and the environment, you slowly raised your head from your hands, trying to inconspicuously wipe the tears on the sleeves of your jacket as you lifted your face.

Looking around, you felt your brows furrowed in fear and worry as you see Tiff, looking at her phone in anger, while a large group of unfamiliar men surrounded you. There were possibly six or seven, which somewhat relieved you as you thought there had been more. Some appeared to be short, skinny, and out of shape. Maybe you will have a chance to outrun them.

Suddenly another familiar voice peeves in, it was a male’s voice. Turning your face slightly, you saw Scott as he walks towards Tiff.

“Didn’t I tell you she was a looker. Never mind the crying, it’s actually hot.” He remarks as he points to you, while all the other men scoff and laugh, nodding in agreement as they all stared at you.

Standing next to Tiff, Scott asks her what she wants to do at this point.

“Hey! Y/n, did Ethan give you that ring?” Tiff inquired in the most snobbish manner.

“Is there another ring that he gave you? One with a diamond on it?”

“Wh-what are you talking about?” you were deeply confused. What on earth was she talking about.

“You went to the rally didn’t you? Oh my God this girl probably lost it or left it in her room to avoid losing it. She just doesn’t want to give it up because it’s worth a lot.”

You remained confused as you slightly shook your head, eyeballing the figures standing all around you. You felt confident in having a slight chance of getting away from them had they been a bit more distant and not so enclosed all around you, but with those factors in place, along with Scott’s burly form nearby, you were too hesitant to take a chance.

“….Tiff…are you wanting my ring? Is that why this…is this why you-“

“Shut up! Just shut the fuck up!”

Tiff goes back on her phone, it seemed she was calling someone, yet they didn’t answer. She harshly tsk’s as she looks down on her phone screen, her face appeared annoyed and angry.

“Take the ring off her finger and bring it to me.” Tiff demanded.

Your chest started to heave as you felt hands restraining your arms and legs as Scott takes off your golden ring that matched with Heeseung’s silver one.

Presenting it to Tiff, she looks it over.

“God it’s so ugly and it’s got like…ugly engraving on it.” She remarks in disgust.

“Whatever, are you good with her? Can we start?” Scott extends a hand towards you.

“I don’t fucking care!” Tiff spats out in annoyance.

“Okay, get the cameras out.” He instructs as you hear the bodies around scuffling around grabbing equipment and triponds out.

‘Cameras?’

“It’s good that she’s dressed sexy too.” You overhear him scoff out.

“Okay y/n, listen to me carefully. This is what I want you to do, you see these cameras? I want you to switch your vision and take turns looking directly into each one from time to time. We’re going to start out with the strip tease and then we’ll move on from there.”

‘….Striptease?....Wh-….’

You see one of the fellows lean in and whisper something to Scott.

“Oh right.” He whispers back, before looking towards you.

“Y/n, you’re on birth control, right?”

Your eyes widened and you jolted out of fear for a split second as you remained speechless and staring at the man with a look of shock with a hint of horror.

“Yes? Or no?” He insists upon you.

Still, you remained speechless. What kind of question was that? What business was it to him?

“Fuck it. Hey Tiff, you got one of those fucking pills, the Plan B ones?”

‘Plan B?....’

Watching Tiff, she digs into her purse and takes out something and hands it to Scott.

“You owe me seventy bucks.” She harshly states as she continues to look at her phone screen.

You swallowed hard, though you kept your expression still with the mixture of horror, shock, and grief, your eyes began to stream all the tears your body produced. You never cried so much in your life, and as much as you wanted to scream and sob as loud as you could to relieve the pain in your chest, your body trembled as you did your best to contain yourself.

Scot approaches you as the men around continued to set up. His hands raise up to cradle your cheeks.

“Hey, hey it’s okay. You’re going to be a star; do you know how much money you’re going to make? And from what I can guess, you’re probably not a virgin, are you? Because if you are I need to know before we would start, that’s a big bonus.”

That did it. You couldn’t hold it anymore; you hung your head low as you began to sob loudly into your hand. You couldn’t even think anymore.

Rubbing your arms with a fist full of the faux leather material of your athletic jacket, Scott slightly scoffs out.

“Let’s removes this jacket, huh? It’s too bulky, we should show more of that body.” He states as he pulls the jacket off you, effortlessly sliding it off your arms as you didn’t have the strength nor the courage to fight against his much larger frame. You were scared. You were deathly afraid. Outnumbered, outsized, and out of sight and reach. What could you do?

As he takes your jacket off, he reads the logo on the back.

“01…Heli?”

Tiff’s ears and eyes perk up at the reading of Heeseung’s codename and number.

“Give me that!” She snaps as she snags the jacket away from Scotts hands, who responds by raising them both in the air in a defensive manner.

“Well shit…don’t take my head off, I was just reading it.” He snide.

“Where did you get this? Is this Ethan’s? Did he give this to you?” Tiff started to yell out her questions as you sat there with your vision completely blurred out, not moving, or saying anything, it’s not like you could.

“Answer me!” She screams out, her face enthralled with anger.

You winced your eyes shut and shook your head.

“Hey! Stop…you’re scaring her. I need her to look happy and sexy…then you can scare her well after we start.” Scott murmurs as he shushes Tiff.

Scott looks over to you, approaches you. The men around were still setting up, yet he comes in and places his hands to firmly grip your arms. The arms that belonged to Heeseung and Ethan, not this man.

“We still have a while before things are in order. How about you and I do a little bit of practice? Hmm? I wanna know how good of a kisser you are.”

He leans in, you turn your face away as he applies his open lip over your cheek and his tongue tries to reach for your mouth as you begin to sob loudly.

“Stop!” you cry out.

“Come on…just one little kiss.” He urges.

“Stop! Stop it!”

Gripping your face, he forces a kiss on your firmly shut lips. Feeling the sliminess of his tongue trying to pry through your mouth as you felt the tension in your nerves as you kept your lips closed tightly. You didn’t cry out or yell, opening your mouth one bit would allow him access.

“Stubborn.” He remarks as he tries again to kiss you, instead, your entire chin and your cheeks were coated by his saliva instead.

Reach up underneath your crop top, you gasped as you felt his hairy hands touch and grab your skin. You kept your lips shut but sobbed as you placed both your palms on his chest, trying to push him away.

He successfully reaches under your thin bra, grabbing and squeezing your breasts. He was trying to get you to scream, causing you to open. As much as you hated his hands groping your skin and your breasts, you were tenacious in making sure that no part of that man would stick any part of him inside you.

“Come on babe, you’re not playing fair. I’m about make you rich and famous and I can’t get one little kiss?” he starts to sound irked.

He squeezes your breasts hard; it was painful and disgusting. You pushed his chest as hard as you could, keeping your mouth pinned shut. The fractioning sensation of your facial nerves around your mouth became painful, you breathed hard through your nose trying to get air into your system. You suddenly felt light-headed, you were exhausted, traumatized, and scared. You wanted to die right then and there.

You hear Tiff’s voice yell out once more.

“Scott! How long are you going to do this? I need my car, now that I’ve got that stupid ring. When can I leave already?”

“How about when I’m done with you? Does that sound good, Tiff?”

The sound of a familiar voice graces your ears. It was a voice you felt like you hadn’t heard for a lifetime, it soothed and warmed you. You felt almost revitalized as you looked beyond, in the direction of where the voice came from. Scott also looked behind as he retracted his hands from under your shirt.

“Tiff…what the fuck? I thought you said you got psychoboy.” Scott sounded irked.

Tiff turns around, surprised as she sets her gaze on the taller figure approaching, with Jake by his side.

“E-Ethan? You’re here…I-I thought.”

Heeseung stood, merely a few feet away from her. He looks over at her, while his eyes remained covered by the shadow of his hat. His forearms partially exposed from the slightly rolled sleeves, and you noticed the rage in his flex as the veins in his hands and arms were protruding much more than usual.

Looking at you, or it seemed like he was looking at you, you couldn’t tell as you too were restricted from the view of his eyes, all you could tell was that his face was directed towards you. Observing the painful look on your face as the tears continued to stream down, even with him present. Your hands pushing against Scott’s chest as he maintained a grip around your waist after detracting his hands from under your crop top completely.

Assuming he shifted his gaze around to view the lighting, the setting, and the equipment set up, you tilted his chin downward a bit as it seemed like he had configured what Tiff and Scott were up to. What their plans were with you.

Sighing with a deep breath, he speaks as he smacks his teeth with his tongue. The shattering and crisp sound echoed throughout the parking lot.

“Did she message you?” he asks. You watched as the conversation ensues, with Jake by his side holding on to Emily who had a disdain look on her face yet was replaced with sympathy as she looked over to you, obviously struggling against the grasp of the burly man before you.

“Yo-you mean….” Tiff starts.

“Vickey.”  Heeseung remarks. Still looking down with his eyes covered. Only his nose and mouth remained visible.

“Ethan…I thought you were supposed to-“

“You thought?” He walks closer to her. “Tell me…what were you thinking about? Hmm?” He lowers his tone in a whisper, his facial expression was hard to make out.

“Ethan…I wasn’t going to really have them…you know…we were just going to…with y/n.” Tiff stuttered.

“What?” Scott interjects. “You weren’t what Tiff? I thought we had a deal. I get my recording with the girl, and you handle this dude.”  Scott irritatingly remarks, causing your eyes to widen with fear as you heard of what their plan was with you. Crying and whimpering softly as you placed your hand over your mouth, the feeling of fear came back up, even though Heeseung was nearby, along with Jake and Emily, who both appeared shock and ridden with disgust.

“You are disgusting assholes! You guys were going to do THAT to y/n?” Jake hisses out, glaring at Tiff as he recognized the girl from high school, never taking a liking to her to begin with.

Heeseung raises a hand softly in a manner to let Jake know that all was well.

“It’s all good Jake…. I got it.” He softly remarks. “You got that ring, Tiff?” Heeseung asks.

“U-uh yeah…it’s nothing like the picture she sent me though.” Tiff starts to become more comfortable in her tone and wording the more she converses with Heeseung.

“Let me see it.” He calmly, very calmly speaks out.

Handing him the ring, he admires it for a second before looking at her.

“So…. understanding the terms of conditions….do you accept the deal?” Heeseung asks her.

“…. I mean…yeah.” She smiles and chuckles out. “But…would I get..like…a new one? Like a prettier one…maybe after your grandmother dies so we don’t like…hurt her feelings?” she responds.

Again, you had no idea what she was talking about, but it would appear now that Heeseung was here, that he had something up his sleeve and was able to bribe or trick Tiff into finding his way to you.

“I know you want me….I know you want my name and….the house…that I was building for y/n, but I guess it’s now going to be yours…” Heeseung continues.

Jake and Emily stayed silent.

“Hey Scott…” Heeseung applies a little bit of infliction in his voice as he looks down, eyes still covered, as he played with the ring in his hand as he stood with his arms loosely crossed.

“What the fuck do you want?” Scott abrasively responds.

“You are aware that Tiff and I made a deal, right?” Heeseung claims.

“Not before she and I made a deal.”

“Well…that’s no longer the case. There’s a new one now.” Heeseung continues.

“Tiff what the fuck?! I didn’t fucking bring all of my crew and all my shit just for you to get cold feet just because your fucking ex-boyfriend decides to show up. How the fuck did he know we were here?!” Scot begins to yell.

“I…I don’t know…I didn’t tell hi-“Tiff was cut off by Heeseung.

“That doesn’t matter. What matters is, the deal she and I have is, I give her this ring, marry her, take her away with me, and the plan she HIRED you to do, is not going to be followed through. Isn’t that right, Tiff?” Still playing with the ring, his arms crossed firmly with his legs shoulder width apart, Heeseung barely moves.

“Yeah, that’s not good for me bro, I got all my shit here, I’ve been looking forward to this for weeks now. I’m fucking her.” Scott yells back.

The ring that he twirled in his fingers suddenly stopped movement. He remained so still, not moving an inch. He was silent.

“Did you…touch her?” Heeseung inquired.

Scoffing, Scot replies “What?”

“Did you…touch her?” He repeats.

“What you mean like this?” Shoving his hands back up underneath your shirt, he begins to forcibly fondle your breasts once more. You whined and sobbed out.

“STOOOP!!!” You cried out.

Jake stares harshly towards Scott, as did Heeseung. Emily yells out as she remains in Jake’s embrace, bidding the man to stop his assault on you, claiming she would call the police.

“Heeseung, we need to call the police now!” Jake harshly whispers to his best friend, as he cradled Emily.  

“No one is going to call anybody! I had a fucking deal! Tiff, you’re a fucking piece of shit whore! I never want to see you again and don’t fucking call me again!” Scott spats out.

Tiff, looking somewhat irritated, yet also victorious as she lays her hand out, in preparation of Heeseung to place the ring on her finger, slightly smiles.

“Never mind him. And I swear, nothing happened Ethan. He just felt her up under her shirt, but nothing happened.” Tiff reassured. “And nothing will happen, so long as we keep our deal?” Tiff smirks towards him.

“What!?” Scott screams out.

“Scott if you don’t follow through with the deal I made with Ethan, I’ve already recorded all of our conversations, I’ll report you.” Tiff accounts.

“Bitch! You’re a part of those conversations!”

“Yeah, but I also have the evidence of all those other girls so, if Ethan sticks with the deal, and I get what I want, you can focus on another girl. Or maybe just start off slow and be friends with y/n and see if she’ll come around.” Tiff carelessly spits out.

“I don’t fucking believe this!” Scott rants out.

“Tiff…” Heeseung lowly speaks out.

“Hmm?”

“The deal…was that nothing…absolutely NOTHING happens to y/n….”

“…Uh…yeah.”

“…. He touched her…that’s a deal breaker.” Palming the ring into his hand as he fully crosses his arms, he glares down at Tiff.

“And you know what else...” Leaning in as he whispered, seemingly putting her in a trance, he calmly speaks right up against her ear. In a manner as if he was trying to seduce her, and it was working. Feeling his breath against her ear as his low voice cradles her drums, his hand reaching up and seemingly caressing her neck, he nearly buries his face into the side of her head.

“Didn’t I say I would cut you up if you guys ever went near her?” He whispers. Snapped out of her lustful desires for a second, she pulls her head back to find that same, murderous, and violent glare peering down at her, with a sinister smile to go with it.

“You…fucking asshole! You lied to me!” Tiff starts to yell. “You fucki-“ cut off, a sudden grip around her mouth slaps against her skin as it appears in a flash. Squishing her cheeks together as he squeezes hard, digging his fingers into the hollowness of her cheek as he pinched into the skin.

With her eyes wide and glistened with tears of fear as the man before her stared down at her with a sinister smile, he chuckles.

The pain in her cheeks became excruciating as she tried to pull away, yet Ethan pulls her back in by the harsh grab of her cheeks as he mashes his palm against her mouth.

“Aww…always thought your face looked a little…delicate…watch me break it to fucking pieces.” He chuckles as he smiles malicious, squeezing harder as Tiff’s muffled scream could be heard.

“W-what…what is he doing?” Emily starts to stutter.

Jake wraps her head and binds her to his chest to cover her eyes and ears, while he watches the whole ordeal with no emotion on his face.

Knowing Heeseung nearly his whole life, he’s sensed a different side of him on many occasions, yet he couldn’t deny, he’s never seen it this enthralled with malevolence before. Yet given the circumstance, Heeseung’s response and handling of Tiff, was in his own eyes, justified as he watched his best friend become so violent and malicious, choosing to do absolutely nothing to stop his handling of Tiff. At least not now, not until things got too carried away.

Turning his gaze over to Scott, that sinister smile and pointed nose greets him with the eyes remaining hidden in a dark shadow.

“I’d take your hands off of her if I were you…I’ve already got plans for you. I don’t think you want to add anything more to the list.” Ethan grins as he bit down on his lip hard, a slight puncture, and audible pop is faintly heard. Ethan bit down and punctured his own lip, causing a drip of blood trailing down to his chin. Upon seeing it with her eyes, Tiff shakes with fear as he chuckles, slurping it while squeezing her face even more.

Scott developed an uneasy expression as the familiar face he saw that day on the campus was back. It was so creepy, he found it weird how Ethan could switch between a calm and handsome demeanor to that of one that looked like a serial killer.

“I don’t really care about Tiff dude.” Scott scoffs out, trying to call out Ethan’s bluff.

“Oh?” Ethan opens his eyes wide, his iris shrinks, furthering enhancing the white around them, causing his look to become rather demonic as his peepers appeared like black dots that shot right through flesh, like bullets. Leaning into Tiff’s face, with his nose pressed against hers rather harshly, Ethan speaks, completely mad at this point. “Did you hear that? I guess no one cares about you then. Because I sure as hell don’t.”

Bringing her face in by his jarring grasp, lifting her by it as she struggles to find stability with the lack of foundation under her feet as she is suspended in the air, barely grazing her tip toes on the pavement. The skin on her face felt completely stretched by the squeeze he had on her, he whispers into her ear.

“And if you had thought for a split second that I would actually marry you…that further proves my theory that you…don’t deserve to walk the fucking earth.” Spitting a ball of blood and saliva onto the center of her face, while spraying his own hand with splatters of red speckles, he issues one final tight squeeze. The girl screams into his hand, which came out muffled once more, had his hand been removed, it would have shattered glass.

By the grab he had on her face, he swayed his arm, using the momentum of her weight and tossed the girl harshly off to the side. Rolling into her fall, skin scraping in the same manner to how it had been done to Emily, Tiff felt the staggering pain in her facial muscles. Trying to apply some pressure to relieve the pain, her jaw locked from the forced separation of his grasp squeezing her cheeks inward, she felt the extreme loss of elasticity in her face.

Her face…her pretty face was ruined.

Turning his face once more back to Scott, Ethan stretches his neck,

From left.

‘crack’

To right

‘crack’

Back to center

‘crrrraaack’

Each cracking sound shattered the echo of silence that filled the air after witnessing how he man-handled Tiff, who was laying on the ground, shaking violently and screaming into her hand as she tried to massage out the strain of her muscles being overstretched and pinched in so harshly. Everyone became shocked.

Ethan slightly leans his head back to reveal his eyes, peeking from the shadow of his cap as he grins, displaying blood-stained teeth.

Scott, already feeling a bit creeped out from the cracking sounds when Ethan stretched his neck, puts on a brave face, and grips your waist tightly, causing you to wince in pain and disgust as you kept struggling to push him away.

“Stop! Let go!” you sobbed out in an exhausting manner. All the pushing and pulling you were experiencing, with the somber sobs, the boulder-clashing sense of fear that had hit you right before Heeseung showed up, and the assault of Scott’s groping was starting to take a toll on you as your head began pounding with throbs of pain. You were starting to feel dizzy.

“You heard her….” Ethan whispers in a deadly low and airy tone. “She said…let go…that’s mine….that’s all….fucking mine.” Ethan, who took full control at this point with Heeseung residing into dormancy, raises a hand.

Placing the tip of his index finger under the pad of his thumb, he presses down to crack the middle knuckle of his pointer. ‘Pop!’

The sound was like gun fire. Moving on to the next finger he simulates the same act.

‘Pop!’

Walking towards Scott, slowly, he continues to pop the remaining knuckles of each finger. One by one, glaring with a bloody grin towards the muscular man.

“If I remember correctly…”

‘Pop!’

“didn’t I say….”

’Pop!’

“that I would break your fingers if you ever touched her again?” ‘Pop!’

Slurping up the bloody saliva that dripped down from his mouth, his bloody stained teeth remained biting down on his bottom lip once more as he displayed a smirk and took a few more steps towards Scott, yet he remained trepid as the man still had a forced grab on you. Staring directly at Scott, he hears your voice as you whimper out “Stop…. let me go…” in a tiring manner, sobbing simultaneously, nearly passing out from over exhaustion.

For the first time since you were taken, he speaks, directing his words towards you as he maintained the glare towards Scott.

“I know baby…I know…he’s going to…. Trust me…I’m right here, pretty baby. Shhh…daddy’s going to take care of it.” Ethan’s growling tone slightly softened as he spoke to you.

Comforting you through his words as he locked his sights on Scott, Ethan warmed your soul, knowing he couldn’t do it physically just yet, so he reaches out to you with his words and his voice, the parts of him that could and did touch you.

Your heart begins to feel cradled.

Scott, by any means, didn’t feel threatened as he was overconfident with his stature as he contained more muscle mass and felt that he could take on the man approaching him. But he couldn’t deny that the level of craziness he sensed from Ethan was just…not right.

“Look man, I’m not scared of you. But just so you know, we hadn’t even done anything, well, apart from me coating her face with my tongue since she wouldn’t open- up for me. But you, as usual, came in the most inconvenient time. I’m trying to make some money here, and she’s got the face and body the industry needs. Why not let her become something great?”

Pausing in his steps as he tilts his chin down, his cap once again covers his eyes, Ethan reaches up to wipe away the blood from his chin, and issues a sinister grin as he chuckles to the man.

[sarahrogersevans]

You’re Not Alone- Loki xreader fan fic request

Summary: reader has been going through a lot and hasn’t been feeling well and Loki is there to take care of them

Warnings: mentions of feeling sick, fluff, angst, mentions of anxiety, soft Loki, comfort care, let me know if miss anything

It’s been a rough few months I won’t lie, been feeling really sick and badly anxious. There are days I just wanna lay in bed and sleep, Loki my boyfriend has been a wonderful support always doing everything for me so I don’t over exhaust myself. Loki sees me laying in bed in the afternoon and sees that I look very relaxed and smiles at me carefully puts more of the blanket on me and kissed my forehead and whispered “rest well my sweet, I’ll be here when you awake.”

———-time skip———

A few hours later I woke up to Loki reading on the bed next to me and I scooted closer and put my arm around him smiling up at him saying “hey my love when did you get home??” Loki smiled and said “ah there she is, I got home an hour ago and saw you were resting and didn’t wanna wake you darling, how are you feeling dove?” I sat up and put my sweater on and said “I’m feeling a bit better, a nap definitely helped I’m sorry lunch wasn’t ready when you got here I just felt so tired.” Loki kissed my forehead and shook his head saying “my love so not apologize it is quite alright you getting extra rest is far more important than lunch Y/N.” I blushed and said “you are too good to me Loki I love you.” Loki leaned in and kissed me and said “darling I love you so much more.”

Loki helped me get up and I realized I was dizzy and sat back down on the bed & Loki said “hey easy Y/N easy, why don’t you stay sitting and I will get you some water for you.” I shook my head and said “oh, no it’s alright loki I can get it I’m fine.” Loki stopped me from getting up and said “ah ah ah my dear stay put, you’re not alone anymore let me help you, please my love?” I saw genuine concern in his eyes and I smiled and said “ok Loki thank you.” How did I get so lucky with this god of a man??? I love him with all my heart.

Loki came back with a glass of ice water and sat down by me and handed me the glass carefully and kissed the top of my head and said “drink up dove you need to stay hydrated, I worry about my dove, I’m here to take care of you now.” After a few sips of water Loki took the cup and put it on the table and had us lay down and said “rest now Y/N I love you.”

@lokiandbuckysdoll

So this is a request from one of my really good friends hope you enjoy 😊💚💚xx Loki needs more love!!

[sips-tea-cutely]

Fall in love with you again

‘Do not enter is written on the doorway. Why can’t everyone just go away? Except you— you can stay.’

a/n: maki writes something with proper grammar (shocking) it’s basically ayano aishi kin x dazai? i needed to s/i :broken_heart:

(cw: implied self harm, s/o is emo, i am emo, dazai tries to comfort someone, i wrote this at 2am in google docs on a tuesday)

Nothing. Nothing can make you happy. no matter what you did; hobbies that used to make you smile; friends that made your day brighter; shows that could make you forget burdens— none of it could make you happy.

‘I’m tired..’. Your parents always suspected something was wrong with you, mentally ill—ADHD perhaps? They did not care enough to know. That always echoed in your head.

“I swear to God, there’s something wrong with you.”

Everything that used to make you happy, they were all just a phase, a fading memory. Even Osamu, loving him was… tiring.

‘How could I say this? Osamu has loved me no matter what. Why should I say I don't love him anymore?’ No— it's not that you’re tired of loving him, there is no reason in your heart to love him.

Something like this happened quite often. But now, it’s worse; it feels like a claw is wrapped around your beating heart and keeping it from what it desires.

Sitting in bed, the cold air coming through the window is chilling. Laying in bed is exhausting; living is exhausting. How do people cry so easily? How do they let their emotions take over their mind? How do people live like that?

Resentfully, you got up from the bed and opened the door. The living room was as quiet as ever— of course, you had been the only one here for a while, why would someone else be here?

Pretending to show emotions, pretending to be a carefree yet responsible friend was getting harder— people being so called friends treated you like a living joke.

But— those moments where you were genuinely happy, genuinely sad, genuinely passionate about something, anything.

“Oh my, you’re quite odd, aren’t you? I am Osamu Dazai, the most reliable man in the Armed Detective Agency!”

He was pretending too. Maybe you should thank God for that. He was the first person to understand what you felt your whole life and yet, did not have the courage to validate it— not caring for people, yet always thinking of what they thought of you; losing that one thing that could’ve made you happy— it’s almost like you were made for him.

The couch felt small and big at the same time. actually, it felt empty— just like everything else. curling up to your knees, you laid, soaking up everything that has happened so far.

On the coffee table— paper binders. You hadn’t used them in a while, the scars from them already fully recovered.

Everything felt hopeless— nothing would go further from here. Nothing would make you happy.

Jingle..

Dazai groaned as he threw his keys onto the bowl. “Ah, what are you doing up so late, love?” he put his loafers on the front step before walking over to you— your eyes hung low, avoiding eye contact.

“Nothing, really. I'm just a bit tired.” really, did you think a pathetic excuse like that would work on Osamu? “Hm, really? Tired from what?” he was trying to find an answer to comfort you, how sweet.

“Well… I've been pretty busy this week and I just want to not care what others think; I want to be happy again; I want to.. fall in love with you again.”

“Aww, so my dear s/o’s heart is too tired from caring too much? That's alright! Osamu is here to make you swoon, my love!” he was trying to humor the situation. Neither of you had the best relationships with empathy, he knew that.

He smiled gently at you. He, himself had numbed himself to the most basic human functions and here he was, throwing himself in to make you feel alive again.

“My nightshade, I'll never be tired of making you happy, I'll be here to make you fall in love with me every time— until you break up with me, I promise that I'll never stop trying to make you swoon.”

[moonochi]

“I love you more than life itself” (part 1)

Trans male Kim Kitsuragi x Male trans reader

So this was a request for @rubin-therubix-loverofblorbos but it’s so long tumblr is going to make me post it in parts I’m so sorry 😢 i hope you enjoy it!

“Everything alright Kim?” Closing the balcony door behind you the older man glances over his shoulder, A cigarette loosely hangs between his lips as he reaches for his lighter “oh I’m alright Y/N i was just thinking is all.. I guess you could say today was rough, then again when isn’t work rough?” Letting out a light chuckle he finally locates the lighter from within the bright orange bomber, bringing the flame to the tip of the cigarette a soft sigh echoes through the cool winters night as he takes his first drag. “That’s what i get for joining the RCM, don’t get me wrong Y/N i don’t hate my job by any means it’s just… it can get a little taxing at times plus the people we deal with can be.. interesting to say the least, by the time i get home i just feel exhausted.. and when i feel like that my mind tends to wonder if I’m doing a good enough job…” tilting your head slightly a light frown paints your lips as you make your way towards the railing of the balcony “Kim… you shouldn’t be so hard on yourself.. your doing an amazing job at the RCM you're the lieutenant of the 57th precinct after all that’s not an easy title to get you know..” gently placing your hand over his a soft smile returns to his lips as he takes yet another drag off his cigarette “you’re right Y/N i do have two decades of work with the RCM under my belt, if i wasn’t fit for the job they would of told me years ago… I know I shouldn't be so hard on myself but sometimes it’s hard not to be..” letting the last few words trail off it becomes obvious works not the only thing on his mind “are you sure there isn’t something else on your mind my dear..? Did something else happen? You’re just more quiet than usual..” glancing towards the older man you notice a look of sadness within his eyes for a few seconds as he looks over the dimly lit city of Revachol “I’ve always wondered how you always know when somethings wrong, it’s almost like you have a sixth sense or something..” chuckling he tosses the butt of the cigarette towards the snow covered ground as he turns to face you “well, i wouldn’t call it a sixth sense my dear, it’s more like a feeling i guess you could say…? Besides your nose scrunches up a little when you're upset” playfully poking the tip of his nose a sudden blush spreads through his cheeks as you continue “nonetheless did you want to talk about what’s bothering you..? We don’t have to if you don’t feel up to it just don’t forget I’m always here to listen”

“I… i want to talk about what’s bothering me Y/N it’s just… I don't know, I just feel like it’s going to sound stupid when I say it..” rubbing the back of his neck a sudden sigh leaves him as he leans against the cool metal railing “Kim.. whatever is upsetting you won’t sound stupid i promise.. people aren’t bothering you at work again are they?? Remember what i said I’ll come down there and give them a good one two” as you punch the air with your fists a genuine smile paints his lips as he shakes his head “god your a dork Y/N but no one is bothering me at work thankfully, i guess you could say my dysphoria is worse than usual today i just…. I don’t know how to explain it when i looked at myself in the mirror a part of me just felt upset and insecure.. i know you feel the same way sometimes Y/N but i have no idea how you deal with it.. i hate feeling this way..” resting his head on your shoulder the two of you fall silent as you wrap your warm around his shoulder the cool winter air sending a shiver down your spine “oh Kim… why didn’t you say anything sooner?” Glancing down at him the older man shrugs his shoulders as he looks up moments later “i wanted to wait until you got home Y/N the last thing i wanted to do was worry you while you were at work…” slowly nodding a soft smile returns to your lips as you kiss his forehead without warning “you’re right i would of been worried.. but I’m glad we’re talking about this now.. i know how horrible that feeling is, it just sits in the pit of your stomach and it feels like it will never go away.. but just remember Kim you’re extremely handsome, everything about you is perfect in it’s own way and don’t forget I’ll always love you no matter what.. do you know what i do when i feel this way?” Leaning against the railing a look of curiosity floods through his eyes “y-you’re to sweet Y/N i honestly have no idea how i got so lucky.. though now that i think about it i don’t think you’ve ever told me how you deal with these kinds of feelings.. how do you do it..?” Glancing up a light smile returns to your lips “well when i feel this way I usually make myself a cup of tea grab a blanket and find a good book or movie, i find keeping my mind occupied helps though i know you don’t like tea Kim” teasing him a shudder runs down his spine at the thought of the tea “god i hate tea Y/N that shits horrible i have no idea how you drink it.. it’s basically boiled leafs in water..” snickering you stretch your arms out a few seconds later before standing upright once more “oh i know i know I’ve never met someone who hates tea as much as you Kim, though i have the perfect idea how about i make you a cup of coffee and we can curl up and watch your favourite movie?” Stopping the older man glances back at you as he places his hand on the handle “that’s an amazing idea actually Y/N i have the perfect movie in mind do you think you could brew the coffee..? I’ll set the movie up while you do” nodding a light chuckle escapes your lips as the two of you make your way inside the apartment “sounds good to me Kim I’ll be there in a few minutes”

As the time passes laughter fills the medium sized bedroom as the two of you sit in the middle of the bed passing the popcorn between each other “you know i still have no idea where you found this movie Kim but I’ll admit it’s fucking hilarious” passing the bowl of popcorn back a genuine smile curls his lips “ believe it or not Y/N i found it down at that pawn shop near the river it was burried in some random bin full of books and dolls, the owner looked surprised when i brought it up i guess he had forgotten he even had some movies there, though i won’t complain i got it for a really good price” placing the bowl on the nightstand Kim sits on the bed once more as you lean back “huh I’ll have to check out that pawn shop when i can, it’s hard to find movies as it is I’m sure that old guy must have more in those bins of his, maybe we could make a date out of it?” Turning your attention to the older man a light blush spreads through your cheeks as Kim wraps himself up in one of the blankets “hmm.. that sounds like a good idea to me Y/N besides it’s been awhile since we’ve gone on a date, I’d like to apologize for that honestly works just been so hectic lately.. though that’s still no excuse.. now that we both have a few days off I’d like to make it up to you” laying back on the plush bed a soft sigh escapes his lips as his body begins to relax “god i feel so stiff…” frowning slightly at the sudden pain Kim attempts to stretch out his back only to give up a few seconds later “fuck.. looks like I’ll have to get a massage sometime this week..” rolling onto his side a light chuckle escapes your lips as you lay back moments later “oooor i could give you a massage free of charge?” Smirking ever so slightly at the older man, kim feels his cheeks heat up once more as he glances towards you “hmm i feel like you wanna do more than just give me a massage Y/N you have that look in your eye you know” snickering at the sudden offer a sudden pout paints your lips as you cross your arms”i have no idea what your talking about kim” sitting up a few seconds later the older man raises an eyebrow without a second thought “ what can i say your easy to read my love, your cheeks always become a light pink every time you offer to “give me a massage” though i wouldn’t be against the idea it has been awhile..” letting the blanket fall back on the bed he removes the orange bomber without a second thought tossing the worn jacket onto a nearby chair “hey now I’m not THAT easy to read am i…?” Looking up at Kim a loving smile returns to his lips as he pulls out the lotion from the bedside table “sometimes you are it depends on the day Y/N but being easy to read isn’t a bad thing it just means your comfortable” running this thumb over the cap a light shiver runs down his spine as you sit up “of course I’m comfortable with you you dork.. your the sweetest man I’ve ever met after all,even if you like to act like a hard ass at work” teasing him a little you notice the sudden shiver as his body shudders “you alright Kim?” Nodding he glances towards the window as a light sigh echoes through the room “I’m alright Y/N it’s just colder than i thought it’d be..” turning my attention to the snow covered window a light smile returns to my lips “it really is chilly tonight might have to pull out some extra blankets especially if the window is frosting up that bad..” placing your hands on his shoulders a sudden gasp echos though the dimly lit room gently massaging the tense muscles Kim’s body begins to melt into your touch “ Jesus Kim your so tense.. work is really doing a number on you..” teasing him slightly a light pout crosses his face as he glances back at you “what can i say?? Work can be stressful Y/N i have to carry all that bullshit on my shoulders” tossing his white undershirt onto the nearby chair another groan echos through the room as you continue the massage “ well you really aren’t wrong.. i remember hearing that your the only one who does the heavy work, why don’t you lay on your stomach Kim? that way i can work easier” gently kissing his neck a sudden