#everything is too much and also too litte

[gutterfuuck]

Can I request a mark drabble w/ breeding kink 👉👈 I'd love either bff mark or sinister mark but if you go the sinister route can I be a bit of a coward and ask that he be a little. Softer. Maybe specifically for the reader bc I am a little pansy and I get unrealistically offended when I'm condescended or treated like property, and while it would be hot if this man talked down to me I would also be inclined to punch him in the baby maker and then we'd all suffer bc no smut would ensue 😭

Sorry, I just dumped a bit of unwarranted baggage on u there but you come off as really sweet in all your posts so I hope it didn't bother you too much! Thank you for all of your posts btw your writing is delicious! Also your English is very good, you have a great grasp of the language and I respect and appreciate all the effort you must put into making all of your writing so articulate. English especially is said to be very hard to learn so I immensely respect the effort that goes into it, regardless of any/how much help you require/accept to do so. Manifesting a mild inconvenience to that anon a while back who accused you of faking for some reason I hope they step on a wet kitchen tile while wearing socks or something and rethink how they choose to speak to people online. 😊♡

hello anon!! thank you so much for your considerations, maybe it is because i am emotional since i get very choked up when it is birthday season but this had made me cry happy tears 😭😭 also, i agree!! if anyone was to talk to me like i am disposable in real life, i think that i would break down and disintegrate haha!! it is not cowardly to ask for things, do not be swayed!! baggage is never unwanted here, i am the baggage 😂!! i will do the upmost of my best ability, as i have been waiting to write for s!mark again 🤭🤭 also, i do agree people should be more mindful about what they say to others! you never know what anyone is going through, just because you can hide behind a screen mask doesn’t mean you should or can be mean to people!! i do not judge those who do though, they will learn as months and years pass, people do learn and change!!

cw: mdni, smut, breeding kink, just a little drable to warm up my fingers hehe!! minor injury, reader patches him up

you could hear your husband come crashing through the juliet balcony of your bedroom, bumping into the bed and waking you up fully. you bolted up, scanning the darkness of the room and staring at the silhouette of your lover, crouched over in the shadows. “mark?” you peep, eyes still adjusting as you clicked on the bedside lamp, your eyes instantly closing when the brightness took you by surprise.

he looks back at you, pulling his mask with its flimsy broken black goggles off of his face and discarding it to the floor with a heavy sigh. mark always found it so cute how you’d gasp with your hands flying to cover your mouth when he returned with an injury, your worried eyes looking him over as you jump out from under the covers, hands flying up to cover his cheeks and observe his cut nose bridge, one of his eyes squinted due to the budding bruise on his upper cheekbone, “gonna nurse me back to health, baby?” he asks, smiling down at you and placing a kiss to your forehead. he listens to you lecture him about being careful when visiting other planets, rolling his eyes like he’d really just die like that. you knew he was tough, but it didn’t hurt to be concerned.

he sits on the side of the bathtub in the bathroom, tilting his face to the side so you could rub his injuries down with antiseptic solution, mumbling something about how he was still half human so he still had to be a little careful. he didn’t know how many times he’d had to tell you that even though he was still half human everything else was 100% brutal alien. each time he told you, you ignored it. maybe you liked patching him up, placing cute bandages on his face to stop his bleeding. he was hardly injured but he’d be damned if he didn’t let his cute little wife dote on him like this, the sleeves of your fluffy gown he’d bought home for you rolled up your arms as you fiddle with the first aid kit.

“y’know what’d me me feel better?” mark says, taking your hands into his. god, he could just crush you right now, you were so adorable. you hum in response, intertwining your fingers with his as he brings them to his lips, trailing kisses up your arm and pulling you closer, inching towards you slowly. your mouth hangs open with a breathless silent mewl as his lips stop just by your jawline, finding it hard to hold himself back from nipping your skin and marking you up. you nod at his earlier question which draws a chuckle from him, hands moving down to grip your hips and pull you onto his lap, “let’s go to bed, then.”

you’ve got your face in the crook of his neck, holding onto his back as he pistoned his hips in and out of your tight heat, never being shameful of your moans. music to his ears, he thought, letting you cry out so desperately into the night. if you had neighbours you’re sure they’d complain. he groaned when he felt you clench around him, muscled thighs stuttering for a moment as you suffocated his cock within your walls. “oh, babygirl-“ he tilts his head back, holding you firmly as your legs wrap around his waist, practically bouncing you up and down on his dick himself, “m-mark..-!” you squeal, voice raspy and throat dry when you feel him buck up into your g-spot, weeping head poking at it repeatedly, trying to pull your orgasm out of you. you whine loudly, holding onto him like you’d fall apart if you let go.

“shhh, s’okay, hold onto me like that, there we go.” mark comforts you, such a strange comparison from when he’s out causing mayhem to now. if those who opposed him were to see him right now, they’d think he’d be a different person. he was so soft with you, treated you like you were made of porcelain and you loved it. you were glad that you’d somehow tamed him in a way, molded him into your perfect husband as he made you into his perfect wife. domestic bliss.

you stifle your noises with his shoulder, softly biting on it as he snapped his hips up into yours vigorously, his own orgasm approaching hard and fast. you could feel the way his cock throbbed inside of you, the way he slowed his hips a little before trying to keep up his pace. “so tight, always so perfect n’ tight f’me, aren’t you?” you nod brainlessly into his shoulder and he coos at you, eyebrows furrowed together as he gasps lightly.

“i’m gonna cum, princess.” he says breathlessly, humping against you for his own orgasm, “inside…” you whisper to him and he almost loses it right there, almost falls over when he thinks about the implications it might have. “inside? yeah-fuck, gonna let me cum inside, just for me?” mark pants, pussydrunk figure caging you in under him as he chases his orgasm, “gimme a kid… f-fuck, gimme a baby, wanna make you a mama… g’na look so perfect— fuh-uck..!” he babbles, vision blanking as he cums inside of you, wave after wave of his warm seed spilling into your cunt, seeping into your womb. he canted his hips a few more times, almost fucking himself into overstimulation as he continued talking, “..gonna give me a mini me, huh? complete our little family?” he asks as you nod in agreement, too fucked out to even process what he’d said to you just now.

[its-tortle]

i am so tears tonight. i hate being 20

[privitivium]

ok but how about a dom reader whos always busy (workaholic and shi) x an always clingy n touchy sub yan.

like. reader is never at home. and when he finally come back ends up doesn't paying that much attention to yan, sayin 'im too tired' or going to his home office. eventually being followed by yan cause omfg poor boy is basically starving for a little bit of attention. he still declines yan's pleadings tho

then one day this man shows up earlier and completely EAGER for his yan. idk what more can i say. breeding? degradation? daddy kink? dumbification? what could happen when theyre feeling so fucking needy for each other?

(also i love your writing so so much!!!!!!! <3

workaholic male reader, clingy sub yandere ^ rambles. euugh

dumbification works w either imo, reader fucking lover til hes stupid while simultaneously fucking his lover stupid?!

amab//domtop reader/subbot yandere, cw;; breeding, daddy kink, dumbification xd wanna rework this into a more ,,, eloquent fic. soon. have been busy. i really liked this idea so. will do on my own soon.

workaholic you, growing super distant… obviously making your lover paranoid. because what if you're cheating on him? you aren't, of course - he knows that, but he cant stop those kinds of thoughts from popping into his mind…!!! humping your pillow to ease himself while ur at work, watching the camera feed of you in your office… sigh…. often hearing the dreaded words accompanied by a soft simple pat on his back - not even a kiss... "sorry... please, baby, not right now. i'm too tired." he sobs himself to sleep, knowing you're only providing for him,,,, it hurts!!!

all his worries wash away when you arrive home earlier than usual! concerned, but all the more happy to see you appear in the doorway of your home… breathing ragged, looking all dark and mysterious,,,, the mere sight of you looking all deranged makes him hot and bothered. ignoring the way his dick twitches to life, uhmㅡ

"honey? why are you home so early, sweetheart?” draping himself across your front in a very affectionate hug. he couldnt help himself-! and, much to his delight you were not pushing him awayㅡand practically throwing yourself onto him?!?! hh..h.hh...

there you were,,, grasping his face in your hands, pressing your lips against his so hungrilyㅡ “i need youㅡneed you. need you.” expressing your apparent neediness over and over as you bury your face in the crook of his neck ㅡ he was startled, but so fucking eager to comply? feeling the way your boner presses against him? you were that eager for him just as he is you???,,,,, he nearly faints. tearing up with a now raging erectionㅡ “please, baby, i need you - i need you reallyㅡreally badly-” so fucking happy as he completely smothers you in his love,,,

you don't need to tell him twice,,, throwing the front door closed…,,, leading him to the bedroom, covering his face in kissesㅡeven when there was a perfectly good couch right there to make love on. he won't complain,,,, hes gotten used to the null feeling of toys...,,, so, feeling the very loving embrace of your dick filling him up overstimulates him rather.,,, quickly!!! thinking about how truly awful you are to neglect this pretty litte thing, how could you? so, so very awful.

your darling little lover sobbing on your cock… he's so beautiful - experiencing his love and affection for the first time in forever? berating yourself for being so distant,,, pouring all your frustration at yourself into his flexing taut hole,,,, “mm-misssed you… s-so mu-uch daddy-!” he doesn't seem to catch what he just moaned… too drunk on the feeling of your cock pistoning in and out of him - it feels otherwordly?!

and, i mean. going along with it. with ease, because he deserves everything. especially, anything for your darling lover who just wants affection, your love!!! laughing breathlessly as you piston your hips against his, nuzzling your nose into the side of his head - peppering his face in kisses, “daddy's right here, sweet thing - n-never leaving again, y'hear?” it was… a little odd, but fitting. afterall, you're pumping load after load - breeding him. obviously you'd be the daddy in this situation…,,,,

[kentopedia]

dating port mafia boss dazai

contents: f!reader, implied violence, mostly dazai spoiling you so much, dazai is very soft in this, one litte nsfw scene !!

note: this reeks of self indulgence :,) my current obsession is pmboss!dazai being so sweet & gentle to his s/o

it goes without saying that if you're in the port mafia when you start dating dazai, he’ll probably want you to take less work in the field.

bc his main goal is keeping you safe, and he constantly worries about you when you're going on dangerous missions !!

though, sometimes you miss being in all the action. so, dazai will send you on missions with chuuya or akutagawa from time to time

he still worries, but he has no doubt they can keep you safe!!

he hates being nervous about whether or not you’ll come back to him, but he never wants you to feel like you're a prisoner in your own home.

if you want to go with him, anywhere or anytime, to any meeting, you just have to ask!

bc he trusts you completely <3 and he also knows you can take care of yourself.

if you want to work in other parts of the mafia, whether that be in training, intelligence, or behind the scenes work, dazai doesn’t care

he pretends to be uncompromising on some issues, but you can convince him of anything with a pretty smile.

but, if you're not in the port mafia, he (unfortunately) will make sure you have a bodyguard with you almost everywhere.

you insist its not necessary, but he knows he's made a lot of enemies that would love to use him against you. :(

though dazai has his moments of insanity (lol), he doesn't want to drive you away from him.

if you say its too much, he'll figure out something else. another way to keep you safe.

eventually, you come live with him, so that takes care of that.

dazai spoils you senseless !!

if he's ever late for a mission, he always comes back with something for you.

sometimes its flowers, sometimes its something even more elaborate

loves loves loves giving you jewelry

but everything he buys is very thoughtful!

he doesn't buy you expensive gifts just to flaunt money

its more that there isn't a price tag on things to him. if he sees something he thinks you'll like, it'll be yours, no matter the cost <3

"i'm home!" you said cheerfully, dropping your bag off by the door as you shouted to dazai through the penthouse.

the sound echoed back, and dazai didn't respond.

with a yawn, you headed towards your bedroom, stretching your muscles as you walked. the weather had been miserable that week, and between the heat and the rain, you were feeling more tired than ever.

what you longed for was a nice hot shower and a night in dazai's arms.

"osamu?" you said again, but the apartment remained quiet. there was no one in your bedroom when you opened the door.

you sighed, disappointed that he wasn't home to lay with you as you took a nap. though, your attention was quickly diverted by the newest addition to your bed.

a soft brown teddy bear, the same color as dazai's eyes, held a card, and a dark velvet box, paired with a bouquet of fresh flowers on your nightstand.

the note was short, but it was enough, and you couldn't help but smile as you read it.

i have to go out of the city for tonight. i'll be back in the morning. sorry i can't be with you, my darling. here's a little apology gift. i love you. - osamu

as usual, the gift was anything but small.

you flipped open the delicate box to reveal a gold necklace, a deep ruby dangling from the chain in the shape of a heart.

for a moment, you did nothing more than stare at the glittering gem that was edged by smaller diamonds, and you swelled with more love than your chest could handle.

carefully, you set the box down, wondering what you ever did to deserve something so beautiful. as much as you wanted to wear it immediately, you'd wait until osamu was back so he could help you put it on.

instead, you placed the card and the necklace by the flowers, and climbed into bed with the stuffed animal. as you nestled deeper into the comforter, curling your arms around the bear, you realized dazai had sprayed it with his cologne before he left.

dazai isn't the best about telling you how he feels. he is so much better at showing it.

if it isn't obvious, he loves buying you gifts! he has so much money as the port mafia boss, and he has no idea what to do with it. why not spend it on you!!

if you see an outfit in the store window that you like, dazai will have it tailored to your precise measurements. (which he has memorized, of course).

he loves shopping for you.

when he buys you pretty dresses, lingerie, and so on, all the other women in the store are swooning over him.

he knows exactly what you like and don't.

even if he thinks you'd look so beautiful in something, he knows your sense of style.

dazai doesn't want you to ever feel obligated to wear something just bc he picked it out for you.

of course, dazai always gives you his card to go shopping

and to get your nails done! he's obsessed with how pretty your hands look after getting a fresh set <3

he's loves them whatever color/design you think looks best. but i'd be lying if i said he wasn't obsessed with red nails.

dazai really loves the way they looked wrapped around his-

you rested your head on dazai's shoulder, letting your hands gently splay across his knee, your fingertips moving in a listless, delicate pattern.

though a film played before you, it was forgotten quickly, dazai's breath catching as he exhaled a laugh. "what are you doing?" he asked, and you smiled innocently, drifting your hand further up his thigh.

"nothing."

he blinked at you with wide brown eyes and swallowed, his throat bobbing as you reached his hip. you wrapped a delicate finger around his zipper, pulling it down slowly.

"nothing, hm?" he countered.

you turned to face him, sweeter now, as you tugged at his waistband. though dazai feigned disinterest for a moment, you felt him twitch beneath the thin layer of clothing.

his focus drifted down to your much softer hand, perfectly manicured and smaller than his own. he seemed fascinated, for a moment, by the way your fingers were moving. "your nails look pretty, love."

"i know.” you grinned. dazai's hips shifted, and you lowered his waistband, pressing a line of kisses up his neck slowly, teasing him.

you freed his cock, aching and hard, from his pants, and wrapped your hand around him. dazai let out a small gasp, though he watched as you lazily stroked him, the action perfected from experience.

"you're so pretty, 'samu." you watched his face turn red as he tried hard not to fall apart under your touch.

it was reassuring, really, to know that the most powerful man in the city was wrapped around your finger.

"not as pretty as you, baby," he said, but the word came out strained, raspy as you tightened your fist, running your teeth across the taut vein in his neck.

you laughed and moved onto his lap, kicking the remote off the couch before straddling him. his eyes melted into hearts as he stared up at you, begging for a kiss.

"you’ve been so busy this week,” you frowned. “i wanna make you feel good."

dazai jerked into you, breathing stifled as you brush your thumb over the tip. "you always do." his smile was affectionate, but his touch was desperate, digging into your sides. he was already searching for some sort of release.

"so impatient," you said, but you indulged him with a kiss anyway, his hands fisting in your hair as your tongue met his.

he breathed into you mouth, hot and heavy. "fuck," dazai hissed, lifting your hips to slip off your pajama shorts. "it's hard not to be when you're so fucking perfect, sweetheart. i need to be inside you."

dazai loves loves loves taking you out to expensive restaurants <3

he's not a big fan of crowds, though, so he'll rent out the entire place instead, just to get a private room for the two of you.

and if you don't feel like going out, but you want a nice meal, he'll hire a chef for the evening. one that specializes in whatever type of food you want

dazai's not the best cook, but he’ll do often, just because it makes you happy

he gets so much better over time, though.

whatever you want, he'll make it for you! and if he can't, he'll definitely find someone who can.

but! back to dazai letting you use his account to buy anything.

when you go to any shop associated with the mafia, everything is on the house

bc if the boss is going to funnel money into their pockets, the least they could do is give his girl some gifts !!

"is this... going to be all for you today, miss?" the cashier said, looking at the stack of clothing skeptically. he rang up price tag after price tag, watching as the numbers grew exponentially on the screen.

you nodded, smiling politely as he read off the total, a number that no average person would be able to spend reasonably in one go.

but dazai said you could get whatever you wanted for your birthday, and you hadn't let yourself indulge in a shopping spree for a while. so you'd picked up anything that suited you nicely and decided not to worry.

"how will you be paying today?"

you handed over the card, and the cashier read the name, glancing up at you with skeptical eyes.

"dazai osamu?"

you smiled sweetly. "it's my boyfriend's card."

though, the name had caught the attention of an older salesman across the room, and he was to the cashier in two swift steps, knocking him on the back of the head.

"dumbass," the older man swiped the card from the cashier before he could swipe the payment. "don't you know who she is?"

it took the man three more times of reading dazai's name across the plastic for it to click.

"i'm so sorry," he said, wide eyes suddenly anxious. "i had no idea you were—"

"it's okay. don't worry." you smiled, shrugging. "i won't tell him."

you meant it as a joke, but that only seemed to make the younger cashier more nervous.

"we'll take care of everything for you." the elderly salesman said, holding out the card to return it. "it's on us."

"really?" you pinched your eyebrows together, concerned. the bill was steep. it seemed unfair to let them take such a hit to profits. "at least let me pay for some of it.”

"no, don't worry about it. the boss said it was your birthday, so whatever you want, its yours."

for a moment, you weren't sure what to say. though, realizing that this store was just one of the many in yokohama that partnerned with dazai, you finally succumbed to a smile, and accepted their kindness.

you took dazai's card back and slipped it into your purse. "thank you so much.” you said sincerely, turning to leave with a small wave as you gathered up the bags and bags of clothes. "it was nice to meet you. i'll come back soon!"

though they said nothing, they both stared back at you with wide eyes, as most people did when they found out you were the one that had captured dazai's heart.

when dazai finds out how much you love to read, he clears out an entire floor of the port mafia headquarters to make you a library

its done far too elaborately, with classical decorations, a very intricate chandelier, and a view that looks over the entire city

there are special editions, original copies of your favorite books, books in languages you can't even read and so on

he went a little overboard, but he was just so excited to show you :(

"osamu." you stare, blinking at the vast room, not really sure what to say other than his name.

"what?" he's pouting instantly, wondering if he made a mistake, and you didn't like to read as much as he thought. "do you not like it?"

you don't think your heart has ever felt so full before, and you manage a shaky smile, wondering how it didn't split your face in two. "this is too much. you did all this for me?"

and he seems surprised you would even ask such a silly question, because why wouldn't he give you something you've always wanted? "if it makes you feel better, i'll tell you i did it for myself."

you laugh, and then you're launching yourself at him, throwing your arms around his neck in a warm embrace. you nearly cry, because even though he spoils you far too much, this is the most thoughtful gift you've ever received.

"thank you." you whisper, kissing him all over his face, and he smiles, his cheeks warm from your affection.

dazai leads you to a shelf after that, pointing out a few novels that have his name scribbled in the front cover, all with varying states of penmanship.

he's collected all his favorite books there for you, hopeful you'll read them first.

dazai places you next to him in every mafia meeting

if you're going to be his partner, you're also going to be his equal <3

and he knows that you can keep everyone in the mafia in line. he trusts you to be in charge when he's not there

bc everyone in the mafia likes you more than dazai anyway! (except maybe akutagawa)

and yes, dazai is the sweetest to you <3 but certainly not to everyone else

he disposes of people that bother you... far too quickly

the man at the store made you uncomfortable? he doesn't live in the city anymore. someone was too handsy? they'll lose a few fingers.

but if someone in the mafia says even one unkind word to you, you'll never see them again.

"sweetheart, what's wrong?"

you sniffed, wiping the tears from your eyes as his hands snuck around your waist. he pulled you closer towards him, sliding next to you on the bed.

"it's nothing." you swallowed, but your eyes were still glassy no matter how hard you tried to stop crying. "i shouldn't get so worked up about things people say."

"hey," he coaxed your hands away from your face, tilting your chin up. "if it's upsetting you, it's a big deal to me, my love."

you said nothing for a moment, but dazai remained patient, smiling softly at you as he stroked your cheek.

never able to resist the gentleness that he showered only you in, you sighed. "some people just said…” you trailed off, almost not wanting to tell him. it seemed embarrassing, in some way, to say something lewd about yourself, even if you were merely repeating the words.

“said what?”

you chewed the inside of your lip before sighing, knowing dazai wouldn’t let the issue rest until you told him.

“they just said that you only kept me around to fuck me.” you dropped your gaze to your hands for a moment, letting them rest limply in your lap. “that i was just some stupid bitch you’d leave behind soon.”

you watched the smile slowly fall from his lips, his eyes hardening with a fury that wasn't directed at you.

"you know that's not true." he held your hands tightly, forcing you to meet his intense gaze. "tell me that you know that."

you managed something of a smile. "i know. i really do know how much you love me. doesn’t mean it didn’t hurt my feelings.”

he nodded, somewhat satisfied as the cloudiness began to clear from your face. "who was it? if you don't know they're name, just describe them." his expression was icy, dangerous, even if his hands were soft.

"osamu, i told you it doesn't matter—" you frowned, looking away before he interrupted.

“it does fucking matter." his words came out sharp. "those men work for me, and i'm not going to let them treat you like that. they've got no business being here if they can't respect you."

at the end of the day, dazai's reputation remains very much intact. he will always be feared in the city, despite exposing himself as a man who's so so in love

but everyone in the mafia is secretly pleased to see him a little happier, even if its just around you.

[byunpum]

Ghost girl | part 2

Pairing: Neteyam x Albino na'vi!fem x Sully family

Warning: All the characters are aged up 20’s, injured, neytiri being the mom we all need, teyam is a shy babygurl, soft & crush moments.

Note:I am taking this story as I am feeling it. I don't have an ending written, so I'm going to let it all just flow. I hope you like this chapter. You know that all opinions are welcome. BTW… I'll keep answering requests. I have a lot of them in my inbox, so please be patient. <3 Thank you for helping me in the last post.

AVATAR MASTERLIST | Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5(final)

1 year ago…

"Auyat, I must accept my destiny, it's the right thing to do" you speak, adjusting a few pieces of your hair. "But…you don't love him" the girl is sitting weaving a berry basket. Berry picking season was approaching. "You're right, I don't love him…but I don't plan to disobey my father" you look at your friend, who is looking at you with a raised eyebrow. You let go of what you're doing… and settle closer to your friend's side. "I have no choice, it's the right way, you know Dad wants the lineage to continue…and according to him, Seyey is the perfect man for me" your voice sounds almost lazy, as you feel your friend stroking your hair. "So what happened about that dream…about the boy?" she asks you.

You laugh a little, remembering the vision you had had months ago. The dream was simple…a bright lake, in front of you was a man. You could recognize some of his features…but you couldn't see his whole face. You could feel more the sensation of being with him. He was holding your hand, and you could feel the love he felt for you. How you laughed, and spent time together, until you woke up quickly…damn, you were in love with a dream.

"That's just a dream!!!" you laugh, pulling away from her. "It's a vision…lately your talents are at their peak" she is excited, getting up to spin around. You both laugh, she was cheerful and awkward…but she was your best friend. Almost your sister. The girl sits down smack next to you, hugging you. "You know I'll always be here for you…no matter what you choose" your friend speaks, as you turn to look at her. "Me too…me too" returning the hug. You feel the hug grow colder, turning to look at your friend. Noticing her body fade over your hands…until there is nothing left. There is nothing left of her.

You open your eyes suddenly, where were you? What had happened? The last thing you remember is the face of that woman…your baby!!!. Where the hell is your baby? You sit up suddenly, but the pain in your leg reminds you of the reason why you had fainted. You get more comfortable on the sheets you were lying on. And you start to look at the bands on your body. It was different from what you had seen before, 'new medicine' you think. You also notice how much warmer it was than in your village. Everything was dry, and hot. This was not good for you… your body was used to the cold temperatures. Looking at the decorations that adorned the hut, you laugh a little. Somehow it reminded you of your mother. You see how the curtains of the hut open, and by instinct you try to wrap your body. But the pain gets the better of you and you let out a moan.

"Oh…you're awake," says mo'at. Carefully approaching, seeing how you had your ears pinned to your head, and your eyes dilated. "Wow…you sure have a lot of hair" mo'at reaches over and strokes the side of your hair a little. The snow na'vi were very different, not only because of their skin. But because of their physical appearance, white and abundant hair. Perfect to protect them from the dangerous cold. His eyes were brown, perfect for camouflage among the cold trees. Besides, everyone knows that brown is the color of choice for the cold seasons. "Where is my baby… I" you start to speak, but you see how the woman hands you a container, which contained a liquid. "He is with my daughter…the woman who rescued you, he is safe" she speaks, watching as your body relaxes a little. "But he is not hurt?" you ask, mo'at shakes her head. Trying to calm you down. "You need to take that drink…it will help you stay strong" mo'at says. You are looking at the drink, as you begin to sip it a little at a time. "The best thing would be for you to rest…your son is in good hands." Mo'at speaks.

The truth is that you were still tired, and having a baby in your care while feeling so tired was not recommended, and something inside you told you that he was in good hands. After taking your drink, you lay down on your side. Mo'at watches you, you were hugging your body in a ball position. You were heartbroken, it wasn't easy to be here… after all you had been through. Maybe you were the only survivor of your clan… you were alone. Mo'at, in a very motherly moment, kneels down next to you, places your hand in your hair. She says nothing, just feels you sigh, and can hear some whimpering. She settles down next to you, to comfort you. You had been through so much.

On the other side of the village, neytiri held the baby in her arms. She had spent day and night caring for him. She had to admit she was tired, jake was out hunting with lo'ak. Kiri was taking care of tuk, she was out for a walk with her sister. And she only had neteyam with her, her eldest son was helping her prepare the afternoon meal. "teyam…will you help me with something?" says neytiri, watching as her son gets up from the floor, and drops the pots he was holding. "What am I good at mother" neteyam comes to her side. Neytiri in a smooth but quick movement, stretches out her arms to hand the baby to neteyam. Clumsily he tries to hold him. "M-mama what," stammers neteyam. "I want to walk for a while…plus I'll go get what's missing for dinner" says neytiri, watching as neteyam takes the baby in his arms. Before the boy could protest, neytiri got up, grabbed a basket and hurried out of the family hut. She knew that neteyam would do a good job.

"And now what do I do with you…ahhh?" says neteyam, this was making him nervous. The last time he had held a baby in his arms was tuk, but he was still an infant. Now everything was strange… noticing how the baby moved his nose, and raised his little hands. He placed his hand, so that the baby would hold his finger. "Wow…you are small…and very white" neteyam laughs, now he was sitting on the floor. Stroking the baby's hair, nuzzling it more on his chest. "What would your name be?" neteyam touches the baby's nose, causing the baby to make a little vague smile on his little mouth. Neteyam felt herself growing tender, this baby was so tender and beautiful to his eyes. Lifting his arms, to give him a little kiss on his cheek. "You are precious!!!" neteyam speaks in a higher pitched voice.

After a while, about 1 hour or so. Neteyam had placed the baby in the small hammock his mother had made for him. While he was preparing some hunting tools, sharpening his knives and arrows. Until he hears the baby start to cry, he gets up and runs to the baby. Taking him in his arms. "Hey…what's wrong? Are you dirty?" says neteyam, examining if the baby had done any of its needs. The baby's clothes were strange, compared to the clothes of the omaticaya babies. This one was more covered, a type of cloth…that seemed to be the skin of some animal. "mmm are you clean…ahhh does anything hurt?" says neteyam, as he holds the baby in his arms, lifting him up to place his ears on the small stomach. "oh!!! You seem to be hungry" neteyam closes his eyes a little, when he hears how the baby starts to cry louder. "calm down!!!" neteyam tries to soothe him, but he doesn't even know what to feed him. I mean…this baby is supposed to be drinking breast milk. Taking some time to think, as he paces back and forth around the hut.

'Mo'at' thinks neteyam. His grandmother would help him, of course…he couldn't go to where the baby's mother was, because she was hurt. But his grandmother would help. He quickly leaves the hut, and makes his way to the mo'at hut. Entering, he sees that all is quiet. The baby had calmed down a bit, neteyam found that as long as he was moving the baby was quiet. Entering and examining the area. There was no one, until he saw a figure on one of the beds. It seemed to be a girl…and he knew immediately that you were the mother. Because it was very obvious, because of your skin and hair color. The boy approaches carefully, but a crying sound is heard throughout the hut. This causes you to wake up.

"What's going on?" you speak, carefully getting up. You still had your eyes half closed, as you tried to see what was happening. When you finally open your eyes, you see a man. Holding your baby, and your baby crying. "I'm sorry, I" neteyam speaks, but suddenly goes quiet. You both make eye contact for a couple of seconds, before you look down. "Is that my baby? WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH MY BABY?" you yell a little, raising your arms. Signaling, to hand him over to you. Neteyam without hesitation, rushes over. With his tail tucked between his legs, handing you the baby. Watching as you quickly embrace him. A smile comes across your face, as you sniff at your baby's hair. "Mama's here… now,now," you cuddle the baby. He is crying, but his fury has diminished as he hears and smells your scent.

"He's hungry…so I brought him with mo'at…I swear I didn't want to get you up" neteyam tries to apologize. But see how you are ignoring him, all your attention was now placed on your baby. He sits up, he wasn't too far away from you. But he was at the perfect distance to respect your space. He stays quiet, watching you cuddle your baby. Moving your top, to breastfeed your child. Giving him a little kiss on his forehead, "I think it was a woman who was taking care of my child" you look up, still annoyed. But you feel your breath catch, when you finally make eye contact with neteyam.

His eyes…his bright eyes. The shape of his nose…and how his hair fell to his shoulders. Your pupils dilate…it couldn't be him, it was almost impossible. Your gazes never leave each other's side, it seems as if the two of you have met at some point. You feel him so familiar…his gaze is so familiar. "Neteyam" you speak softly, noticing how the man's ears perk up. "Do we know each other?" neteyam asks, still making eye contact with you. You feel that same pressure in your chest that you felt when you had that…dream. "No…I don't think so" you speak, shifting your gaze. You hear a chuckle, neteyam was laughing to himself. "Sure…I've never seen anyone like you" neteyam's eyes scan your whole body. Then he looks at your face again.

"Yes" you felt a little embarrassed, out of nowhere you were embarrassed and you swear you were blushing. It couldn't be him…it could be something else. 'eywa stop doing your thing..no, no ,no ,no' you think. How could it be him, you don't even know him. "Hey are you okay?" neteyam asks, reaching over to touch your shoulder a little, but just before he touched you. You startle, pulling away a little. "Ohh sorry honey" you speak, the movement had knocked your baby off your boob. You try to get comfortable, but with the wraps and your clothes it was very difficult. Neteyam reaches over, and takes a piece of clothing that was covering your breast. Holding it up, so you could better fit your baby. "Thank you" you speak, seeing how he gives you a smile. "You're welcome…hey, why are you turning red?" asks Neteyam. And yes, you were turning very red.

The tips of your ears were red and your nose. So were your cheeks. You shake your head to the other side. "Ahhh it's nothing…I think it's the heat. It's VERY hot in here" you yell a little. Neteyam falls silent, you had surprised him. "Yeah…you're not used to this weather. My mother told us where you came from" you watch as he settles more in his seat. And gives the 'I see you' sign. "I know it must have been awful what you've been through… but you're welcome to this clan" speaks neteyam. Damn…he had to be so nice and kind. "Thank you I…" just as you were about to thank him, you hear someone enter the hut. It was three people to be more precise. Neytiri, Kiri and Mo'at. The three women are a bit surprised, when they see neteyam next to you and the baby.

"You were supposed to be taking care of him," says neytiri, approaching you. "Yes…he just got hungry. I came to see if grandma was here so she could help me…but look" neteyam points his arms at you. " His mom was awake" neteyam says. "You woke me up" you speak, seeing how neytiri gave him a dirty look. Neteyam curls into a ball, hugging his knees. Neytiri turns to look at you, smiling tenderly. "And how are you?" she asks, noticing how you cuddle your baby. "I'm fine…I wanted to thank you for not leaving me there, I'm thankful…. for everything" you speak, looking up to look at mo'at as well. Neytiri caresses your face. "You're welcome… I had to do it, I wouldn't have forgiven myself if something had happened to you" neytiri speaks, sitting down closer to your side.

"What's the baby's name?" asks Kiri, the girl is already in front of you. You are a little surprised, but you laugh. You lift the baby in your arms. "His name is herwì" you speak. Neytiri smiles a little, taking the baby's foot in her hands. "That is a beautiful name" kiri moves closer to the baby. Neytiri looks up, to see neteyam looking at you. The look seemed to be calm, while his tail wagged in fast taps. It could be curiosity, the woman thought. "Well…I see you met my oldest son…sorry I left the baby for him. I had to get things for dinner," neytiri says, apologizing to you. You wave your hands. "Don't worry he is" you give a quick glance at neteyam, who looks down at the floor when he notices that you caught him looking at you. "He's very funny" you speak. Kiri laughs, and taps neteyam. "Wow…someone says you're funny" kiri teases her brother. The latter rolls his eyes, turning to look at another spot in the hut.

After half an hour, everyone was still there in the hut. Neytiri was doing her best to make you feel comfortable in your new home. Because it was. Neytiri had a very long conversation with Jake, she wanted him to agree to let the girl stay in the clan. The only thing you were asking for was shelter, you had lost everything. Jake was quick to agree, first he couldn't say no to his mate. And second… he understood what you were going through AND he wasn't going to leave a young mother abandoned. This made Neytiri happy, she felt a responsibility to you. The only thing she was curious about was what had really happened…and where was your family? She didn't want to be disrespectful…but she was very curious.

Neteyam had moved closer to you, listening as you and Kiri talked. Kiri kept talking about how you were going to like everything in this clan. How she was going to help you. He was just giving you a few glances, praying you wouldn't notice he was looking at you every 4 seconds. At that, you hear some noises coming from the entrance of the hut. Some na'vi were carrying a man. You could see that his leg was very bad. All this noise made the baby get up and start crying. Mo'at got up and led the men to place the wounded man on one of the beds. Mo'at received the injured of the clan, took care of them. So this hut, it was almost like a hospital.

You try to calm the baby, but he was very upset. He wouldn't stop crying, he woke up scared. "May I?" asks neteyam, signaling for you to hand over the baby. You, without complaint, hand him the baby. Watching as he lays him on his chest and gets up. To now walk back and forth. You laugh, but you are surprised. "wow…look at that" says kiri, herwi had calmed down. Falling asleep on neteyam's chest. "neteyam, you have a talent with babies," says neytiri, laughing a little. She thought it was adorable to see her son, comforting the baby. Meanwhile neytiri had gotten up and was now walking towards her mother. Mo'ate was busy, helping the man. "mom… y/n is she better?" asks neytiri.

"Yes…but she needs help and supervision, in a week she will be as good as new" Mo'at speaks, still working. Neytiri takes another look, she saw how kiri and neteyam were already getting along with you. As if they had known you all their lives… you gave off such a beautiful vibe. She felt that this place was not right for a wounded mother and her baby to be. "There an empty hut?" mo'at looks at neytiri. "No…not at the moment" mo'at continues to treat the man. "Mother…I think it is right that I take y/n to rest in my hut. We will take care of her…besides this is not a safe place for a baby" says neytiri. "I find it fine…you just have to ask her" says mo'at, she was deep in her work, ignoring her daughter a bit. Neytiri gets up, and walks to your side.

You look up, watching as the woman sits down next to you. Placing her hand on your back. "Y/n…have a question" neytiri speaks, you give her your full attention. "mmm I was wondering…would you like to sleep in our hut?" neytiri speaks, this gets neteyam and kiri's attention. "yesssss say yes" kiri says, hugging your arm. Neteyam was still holding the baby in his arms. This question makes him a little anxious, he kept quiet waiting for your answer. "Ahh mmm I don't know, I don't want to disturb" you say. "No honey… it would be my pleasure. I want you to be more comfortable, besides…I think you want to be in a better place" says Neytiri. "You're right…I accept" you speak, watching as a smile forms on neytiri's face. You swear you almost started to cry…she was so much like your mom. You missed her so much.

Neytiri got up from the floor, ready to leave. "I think I'll need help" you look at your thigh, the wound was still very fresh. Neytiri analyzes the situation. "Neteyam…why don't you help me carry her" Neytiri orders. Neteyam hands the baby to her mother, approaching you. Kneeling down, "If you allow me…" says neteyam, bringing one of his hands to your waist. And another under your thigh. Lifting you carefully, in bridal mode. Out of instinct, and to keep your thigh from stretching so much. You bring your arms around neteyam's neck, you were afraid of falling and hurting yourself. Neteyam tightens his grip, and holds you tighter. Neteyam held you very close, your face was inches away from his. He swear he could smell the scent of pine and something sweet, he loved it. "Ok…we are ready" says Neteyam. Neytiri says goodbye to mo'at and they all leave the hut. Not if before hearing how mo'at shouted. "Be very careful with her…I will come later to give you all the medicines". Everyone in the group continues walking towards the family hut. Neytiri was happy…stroking the baby's tiny head. But the movement of her son's tail caught her attention, it was very fast. And it was up… Neytiri chuckled to herself.

That same night…

Arriving at the hut, neytiri set everything up. You couldn't stay in a hammock, so she set up a nice trundle bed. Perfect for you and the baby to be comfortable. "And as I was saying… the thanator are the most dangerous" lo'ak speaks, the boy had introduced himself the first minute he arrived at the hut. He had been impressed with you, asking why you were so white and why your hair was like that. Neytiri had to tap him to get him to calm down and not bother you. On the other hand, you felt very comfortable, seeing that they had received you so kindly. Meanwhile neteyam was sitting somewhere on the side of the hut, watching you.

"Ma jake… thank you for accepting" says neytiri, Jake and neytiri were outside the hut talking. "Ma neytiri..don't worry. You know I don't mind helping…that's what we're here for. Besides," jake glances inside the hut, "She gives off a good vibe," says Jake. Neytiri places a hand on his arm, somewhat excited. "Exactly…I thought I was the one who felt that" neytiri laughs a little. Jake just stood there for a moment, watching how all the young people were getting along so well. Lo'ak and you were talking, kiri and tuk were playing with the herwi, well kiri was holding the baby and tuk was showing him her new toys. Even though the baby didn't understand anything. Until he noticed how your ears were turning red and you looked a little uncomfortable. "The girl looks a little strange…I think there's something wrong with her" jake speaks, neytiri looks at you and notices the same thing. Entering the hut quickly.

"Y/n…are you ok?" neytiri asks, noticing the same thing jake saw. "Ahh yes" you speak, somewhat shyly. You didn't want to intrude, this family was completely welcoming you. The least you could do was complain. "You're getting a little red…are you sure?" says neytiri, coming towards you. "Well…I'm a little hot" you say. And of course you were hot. Your clothes were not the same as what they were wearing. While the sully family wore lighter clothing, you had a fur top that covered your breasts. And your loincloth was made of a strong, somewhat furry fabric. "Baby… I think your clothes are making you hot," Jake says, coming towards you. "I think so" you giggle a little. "Well…I think I have a few pieces of clothing that would fit you" says neytiri. You nod your head, accepting the woman's proposal.

Jake takes the men of the family with him, so that Neytiri will have more confidence to help you change. With the excuse that they would help him look for what was missing for the dinner. Neytiri looked for one of the clothes that she had kept, which were decorated with feathers and some precious stones. They matched the loincloth. Kiri and Neytiri help you, you couldn't move much. But this felt so comfortable…they were treating you like part of their family, and you barely knew them. Or so you thought…you swear you knew them, it was a feeling you couldn't understand. "thank you" you speak watching as neytiri adjusts the last knot of your loincloth. "It looks great on you…you look beautiful" says Kiri. You felt a little strange…but this relieved the heat. After a while, jake came in accompanied by his son. "oh, wow…you look better now" says jake, holding a basket full of cooked fish. Neteyam felt that now he was the one feeling hot, as he came in he saw you sitting there. Seeing you looking very beautiful in the clothes of his people.

He could notice how you give him a quick glance giving him a smile, making him change his. He quickly ran to where his father was to help him. "ok… family today we are going to eat near Y/N" says jake, motioning for everyone to settle around you. Everyone takes a seat around you. Grabbing the utensils they needed to start eating. Dinner was going very well, everyone was having a great time. But something was bothering neytiri, she wanted to know more about you. "Y/n…sorry to ask this…but could you tell us what happened…and where is your partner? Mo'at told us a little about your clan…but she couldn't say what happened" speaks jake, making neytiri turn around in surprise. "No…y/n you don't have to" neytiri tries to apologize.

"Don't worry…I'll tell you" you let go of the pot you were holding. "One year ago… they came to our village. The humans came saying they needed a mineral…that only grows in our lands. Dad refused, and you know what happened." You take a breath, seeing how everyone was giving you their full attention. "The attacks and landings became more frequent, until what I never thought would happen occurred…I had seen it in one of my visions. But I thought no…it wasn't possible. But they attacked with everything they had" your eyes began to fill with tears. "Dad stayed fighting, while my mother helped me get out of the village, she told me to come here. Everyone…there was no one left alive. The families, the children…everything. "You lower your face, as the tears came down. You feel someone hug you, and that was Neytiri. Holding you by the shoulders, so that you were closer to her.

There was a short silence, until someone begins to speak. "And your partner?" kiri asks. You raise your head, wiping your eyes a little. "He died in battle when I was three months pregnant" you speak, neytiri could sense a bit of coldness when you talk about your mate. This caused her another question, this was a forced pairing…that had to be it, neytiri thought to herself. "And about the visions…" lo'ak is so interested in your story, all of you seemed interesting to him. "ooh…I am a seer, well an apprentice…my skill is not fully developed, I am still very young. I have visions of people and future events, I myself don't understand what happens to me sometimes" you laugh a little. This made sense now, that's what mo'at was talking about.

"In our clan we are very close with eywa, much more so than all the other clans. Eywa guides us and speaks directly to us." You speak, this makes neytiri raise her ears and look at jake with fascination. "But…that's not possible" says neteyam, you look at him and laugh a little at him. "Well, yes… it's a calling. It's a unique feeling" you speak, looking now at kiri, who is watching you. Understanding every word. "Well…it's all very impressive…and I understand what you've been through" jake says, touching your shoulder. "I'm glad you found our clan…I promise you'll be safe" jake gives you a smile. Oh, you could feel that…he wasn't quite a full-blooded na'vi. He was a mixture, you almost saw jake's whole life up to this moment. You stay quiet, and smile back. You get annoyed with yourself, your ability to see events, it wasn't something you could control. Jake started talking about something else, he wanted to change the subject. He knew this was a difficult topic to talk about.

After dinner…everyone got ready for bed. You were settling your herwin next to you. You felt strange, but happy to have peace of mind. As you tucked your baby in, with a blanket. You saw neytiri come up to you. "Are you feeling all right? Don't you need anything?" neytiri asks you. You smile and let her know you are comfortable, watching her say goodbye to you. You stand there, looking at the home decor, numbering the differences. You had so much to learn… you were beginning to feel melancholy. "Hey" neteyam speaks, you turn to look at him. "Did something happen?" you ask, watching as he bends down on his knee. "I didn't introduce myself properly… my name is neteyam" the boy extends his hand to you, you timidly but confidently hold his hand. And you finally recognize him… it's him. He is the boy from the lagoon. Your heart races a million times, and again you feel yourself blushing.

"I'm Y/N" you say, seeing how her face is drawing a nice smile. "Thank you for trusting us…I hope you feel comfortable" speaks Neteyam. You barely speak, nodding your head 'yes'. Neteyam laughs, as he adjusts your hair a little. "Rest," says Neteyam, getting up from the floor. But not before stopping and looking at you. "And yes…I think we've met before" he laughs…and walks back to his hammock.

It couldn't be…it could be, it was him.

p.s: I tried to explain as much as I could in this part, but I think the Y/N story is more complicated and longer than I thought. I think it's better if I tell it little by little. Tell me what did you think about this part?

Teyam babygurls: symptoms-of-moonlight , tru-blubelle, mashiromochi, ducks118, butterfly-ibuki

If there is any problem with the tags, let me know and I will try to fix it as quickly as possible. tag list is open, just let me know *3*//

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etude op. 10 no. 4 (torrent)

// Yandere Dr Ratio

Sum: When the rain falls, so too does your tears.

wc: 3278

warnings: implied depression, suicidal thoughts, implied suicide attempt, ooc ratio probably

a/n: sorry for the disappearance LMAO uni was holding me by the neck and not in the way i enjoy

also this was a whole load of yapping ngl maybe i projected too much xd

also pls let me know if i missed any tags!! i’d hate to mistag/forget any cw tags

likes & reblogs are appreciated! asks are more than welcome ❤️

As a student with the honor of studying directly under the one and only Veritas Ratio, you’re more than used to the bluntness of his words and his marking. After all, he’s the Dr Veritas Ratio, arguably one of the most intelligent people, beings even, in the cosmos, and you’re just a mere academic. Sure, you’ve had your theories and whatnot, but compared to someone like Dr Ratio you’re basically a child.

Everyone tells you that you’re incredibly fortunate to be able to have someone as prestiged as him as your tutor, that you would take advantage of the opportunity and use it to further your own studies and knowledge, but you’re not quite sure if furthering your studies is truly what you desire. Coming to university was already an expectation from your parents, who in their right mind would reject them when they’ve already saved all that money exclusively for your studies?

You don’t think yourself to be especially smart or gifted in anything. To yourself, you are just a regular person who will go on to graduate, find a job, and maybe settle down if you were given the chance. You don’t expect much for and from yourself.

However, Dr Ratio clearly seems to think otherwise; or else why would he choose you of all people to be under his tutelage?

It has been almost twelve cycles of the moon, and you have yet to figure out why. The agreed period of mentoring is coming to its end, and he expects a full length thesis and three separate reports from you concerning your studies and experience under him, and you cannot for the life of you think of anything that could ever satisfy him. In the whole period of his guidance, he has never once scored you above a low thirties. The more it happened, the more you thought it was more of a him issue than yours - but that’s what people who can’t take criticism say, so perhaps you’ll refrain from thinking that thought.

The sun had long set, leaving your side of the planet at the mercy of the night. In front of you, a too-bright screen from your laptop glares at you with a blank page, as if demanding you finally do something instead of staring out of the window wistfully as if you were some widow lamenting the loss of her husband.

It takes you everything not to just give up and curl up in the warmth of your bed.

With the nth sigh of the day, you woefully start typing, frustration in the pits of your mind. What in the world could you even write about, anyway? The spinning of the sun? No, you’re sure there’s thousands of papers written about that, similarly for the moon; you’re not one for mathematics either, so that was out of the question. Science isn’t really your forte either, so your options for a paper that would gain Dr Ratio’s approval is about zero. Maybe you should just drop out.

When the world is asleep, you remain awake, and so too does something else.

~~~

There are still a few days left before your thesis and reports are to be submitted, and you can’t help but feel like you’ve written utter nonsense.

What in the world are you talking about? Even you didn’t know. Something about some mythicised substance known as Xuixzedlm, that’s apparently supposed to be what the deep oceans of your world is made of, but none have been able to explore said oceans due to their size, toxicity and the creatures lurking beneath its surface. In fact, almost 99% of the oceans have remained unexplored.

You kind of regret choosing such a substance to be the main part of your thesis, considering how little information there is of it. Sure, the main point of a thesis is to propose a theory to be proved, but for something like this where the research is extremely minimal, you’ve ended up circling back to your previous points due to the lack of ideas and, of course, proven research. Not that he’d care about your excuses.

Your days leading up to the submission date are spent typing, deleting, and referencing your paper. You’re a little less stressed about the report because it didn’t exactly require the same thinking as a thesis did, so you managed to finish those in a week. You’d still need to proofread them a few more times to ensure grammar and whatnot was perfect, but ultimately, its priority was far lower on your list.

However, something odd has happened recently.

One evening when you had finally arrived back home after spending most of the day at one of the university’s libraries, you found a silver key with lilac purple highlights and a strange symbol in the middle. You’d asked your parents, but they hadn’t a clue either, leading to some concern that your room may have been broken into. There were a few off parts about that theory, some being that none of your belongings were missing, there was no evidence of lock tampering on your windows, and most of all, why said person would leave an expensive and important looking key on your table.

The sudden and suspicious appearance of the key led to you keeping it on your person at all times, for a reason you’re not exactly quite sure of other than because it felt right. There’s an inexplicable familiarity to it, as if it belongs to you, but you can never seem to recall where you’ve seen it before, if you ever have in the first place.

Another weird thing has been happening ever since you found the key - you’ve been feeling a strange desire to enter the toxic ocean.

The sounds of the waves splashing against the shore invites you in your dreams, and you always take a step forward, one step after another until the water almost touches your toes. The sun is setting upon you, the breeze gently blowing; the sight in front of you is the picture of ethereal. Just as you take one more step, just as you fall into the abyss, someone pulls you back and you are jolted awake.

Scholars say dreams are the subconscious taking its turn, toying with fantasies and fears indiscriminately. Sometimes they mix, giving birth to hopes that only end in hopelessness, happiness that only ends in despair. If this is true, does your subconscious desire death?

~~~

Veritas Ratio has always thought himself as logical. Most have thought the same of him as well, the rest thinking him some sharp-tongued snake that will not hesitate to bite them should he see fit.

When it comes to you however, he feels an unexplainable feeling in his chest and head, a desire that has only grown since the moment he chose you to be under his guidance for a year. His harshness may not reflect it, but it is merely his way of showing he cares - by being extra critical of your work so that you know how to improve. Veritas Ratio truly wants nothing but the best for a student like you.

Lately, this feeling has grown much in size and desire, leaving him finding trouble in resisting it. It lingers like a persistent headache, and acts up when you are around, leaving him in a constant battle for retention of sanity. His mental fortitude currently leaves him with the upper hand, but who knows for how long.

For someone who prides themself on being logical, he sure feels illogical as he stares at your student ID photo.

It’s one of your least flattering pictures he’s sure, but he finds himself staring at it all the same. The nuisance in his head keeps telling him frankly worrisome thoughts, but he feels no desire to act upon them… at least, the sane part of him doesn’t.

He knows there’s something special about you, and some selfish part of him doesn’t want this mentorship to end, to let you go. There’s no way of being able to guarantee ever seeing you again, so what if…

No. Irrationality has no place in his ideals, let alone in his life.

~~~

You’ve submitted your thesis and reports to him, and now you sit in front of him with your heart pounding in your chest. Is there anything scarier than the judgment of your teacher?

Your hands are laid on your lap, the key in your pocket. The coldness of it transcends the fabric of your pants, a constant reminder of the mystery it holds, and the thoughts it brings. Even now, you find your heart yearning for the sea.

You’re afraid to look at him. You’re afraid of what his expression could tell you, of the disapproval you’re expecting. You’re afraid of disappointing him once again, afraid of his rejection and the harsh words that will inevitably leave his lips. He will berate you once more, and you will be left to silently take it because truthfully, you know he’s right.

The silence continues, and you feel a sudden dizziness and the urge to throw up. You wish the sea would swallow you whole.

“I do not have enough time to finish reviewing everything today, so proper feedback will be given one week from now in person. As for the next few days, they shall continue as normal, as you are still under my tutelage. Do not forget, you still have readings to finish before tomorrow’s class.” He shuts his laptop and takes his alabaster head with him, once again leaving you to drown in the torrent of self-deprecation.

The sea embraces all, doesn’t it? It will lap up all those who dare to offer it their lives, no matter what achievements the person has made in their life, no matter if they are even a person at all. The sea… welcomes all.

(It’ll welcome you, right?)

~~~

After you left the university, you found yourself on the train to the beach. Night is upon the city, but the ocean doesn’t sleep.

People filter out of the trains one by one, until only you are left in the carriage. Announcement after announcement of stops and the sound of the train’s wheels scraping the tracks below it are the only disturbances in the otherwise peaceful silence. Despite the quietness, you cannot hear yourself. The key in your pocket feels like it is burning itself into your skin, but it is also the only thing keeping you awake, a reminder that you are still alive.

You wonder if the ocean too will eat the key, or if it will sink into its depths. Will you sink to the depths?

The train stops at its end, and your legs automatically move. You walk until you hear the sound of waves crashing onto the shore, until you are stopped by a barrier. In an act of madness (or is it desire?), you scale the wall until there is no more to scale, until you see the other side.

There is a certain beauty about the ocean that you can’t quite describe to anyone, that pictures cannot replicate. It brings you a sense of peace, like all will be right in the world. If you could just…

The jump down from the barrier is no easy task. It is a long way down, and the sand can only soften the drop so much; yet, you jump.

Something hurts, but you’re enamored by the sparkling surface of the water. It beckons you, inviting you to a new world beneath its surface, a place to be free of all worries and pains. A place to sleep peacefully, no nightmares or dreams to plague you. It offers you everything the world cannot.

You feel your bag drop off your shoulders, like a weight lifted. A hand takes the key out, holding it tightly as you walk towards the promise of a home. What mysteries will be answered by this new world?

You’d like to apologize to your parents for the disappointment that you are. You had neither the mental fortitude nor the drive to be a success, and you’d like to apologize to Dr Ratio for wasting a year’s worth of his time on an incompetent student like you. His time would have been better spent on honor students, not a mundane, average student like you. You are destined to be just another cog in the wheel, and once you rust, you will be thrown out just like everyone else has and will be.

You find yourself a step away from the water, just like in your dream. You think you see a door. The key in your hand burns hotter. The world pauses. You take a step.

The feeling of the liquid never comes, but being pulled does.

“Just what in the universe are you thinking?!” This voice… is familiar. This voice… Who is it? It can’t be Dr Ratio, no…

But those amber eyes, so familiar, it has to be…

But why? Why?

“I…” Words fail you, just like they always have. What could you possibly say to him? He must think you mad, unfit to graduate, unfit to live perhaps.

“Do you wish to be swallowed by the gaping abyss? For what? To prove the existence of Xuixzedlm? Do you think your life so worthless that you think sacrificing it for nothing is what will make it meaningful?!” He is… angry. You’ve never seen him like this. Dr Ratio doesn’t get angry. “So? Say something, anything, that could possibly help me understand why you’d attempt such an act of foolishness!”

“Why does it matter to you?!” You shout, wringing your arm free from his tight grip. He has pulled you far enough from the gentle ocean, far away from the door. You look back at it, and it remains floating above the water. The key is still in your hand.

“Are you so dull that you need to ask such a useless question?” He scoffs. He moves to grab your arm again, but you instinctively bring the hand holding the key to your chest, afraid that he would take it from you. His eyes, shades of intense amber, follow your hand and lock on to the key you hold. He frowns.

“Yes! Yes, I am! I am so utterly stupid that teaching me is a waste of time, that you should leave me alone! If… if I wasn’t here, then there’d be one less stupid person in the universe! Isn’t that what you want?” Are tears running down your face, or is the sky weeping on your behalf?

He stares at you, and his lips do not move. It goes on like this, until you are both drenched in the rain, clothes wet and only the tempting sound of the ocean, and the pitter-patter of raindrops blending into the dark waters. Moonlight briefly shines upon the both of you, and you see his face clear - there is no anger, only contemplation.

“If you have nothing more to say, then leave me alone.” You turn around and set your sights upon the floating door once more, the key still held to your heart. With a resolved mind, you once more walk towards the beckoning arms of the abyss, the promise of no tomorrow.

Dr Ratio doesn’t stop you until you are one foot in the water. There is a searing pain, but you are one step closer to the door, to a stagnancy that life could never offer you. You are one foot in the water when a familiar symbol appears on the door, like an eye staring at you. You are one foot out of the water when you realize what it is.

“You have lost your mind.” He says, pointedly. You struggle in his grip, but he doesn’t falter. If anything, his hold only tightens. The pain from the water is nothing compared to the pain of losing freedom.

“Let- me- GO!” You desperately push against his chest, legs swinging. Why couldn’t he just let you go? Why did he care so much? What value do you bring to him, other than more evidence that he is far more blessed than the rest of the universe ever could be?

“Struggling will do you no good. Stay still, and I would not have to restrain you like this.” He glares at you from the corner of his eye as he brings you further away from your salvation, and the final straw is when he wrestles the key out of your hand. You’re inconsolable as he takes you past the barrier, brings you to his vehicle, and takes you to the place you can only assume is his apartment.

You let him guide you to the bath and clean your injured foot with a gentleness that is unbecoming of him, and he runs you a bath all while you grieve. Both of you say nothing as he treats you like a child, and you let him bind you to the bedpost without any struggle. To struggle is to fight, to fight is to have a desire to spread your wings; you lost that the moment he took you away.

Dr Ratio, or rather Veritas as he insists you call him, has shown you such a different side of him that you don’t know what to make of it. He holds you at night like you’re lovers, kisses you like he means it. He dutifully takes care of you, and you do not respond in kind. Despite this, he treats you all the same, with no trace of the Dr Ratio you’ve known for the last year, and only of the Veritas that you’ve met ever since that night.

You never see the key again.

~~~

One day, he has packed up everything. You briefly wonder if this meant that he’d be leaving you behind, but to your disappointment, he brings you along. He has cuffed you to himself, a reminder of the rights you have lost when you let him have his way with you.

“Veritas,” his name tastes like poison. “Where are we going?”

“The IPC has assigned me to Penacony, the land of dreams.” He responds without hesitation, turning to face you. “Naturally, you’ll be coming with me.”

You want to say no. You want him to leave you here, to give you back your key, to bring you back to the sea. The scar on your foot is a reminder of what could’ve been, what he has taken from you, and you haven’t - or rather, will never - forgive him. He will never deserve your forgiveness.

“Have… have you told my family?” You whisper, your throat as dry as the sand on the beach. Your hands fidget, and you find yourself unable to look at him; but truthfully, you don’t need to. He has ensured that every part of him has been engraved into the depths of your brain, and carved into your heart.

“…There is no point dwelling on the past. I am your family now. Clinging to such bygones will only serve to erode your mind, and limit your ability to live life.” He is firm, sounding more like the Dr Ratio you knew. He holds the hand that he has chained to his own and brings it to lips, the band of silver gleaming in the sunlight. It is a reminder. A firm, cruel, reminder of who he really is.

Veritas Ratio is nothing more than an illogical, selfish, arrogant, cruel and lovesick beast who allowed his heart (if you could even call it that) to take the reins.

Veritas Ratio is nothing more than a liar.

[vixensbrainrotts]

Young and Beautiful — Hanma Shuji

Content: Imagines

Warnings: vaguely sexual tension, nothing nsfw though

Summary: you decide to take boudoir pictures, and pleasantly surprised by your (very) hot photographer.

Vixen’s two cents: hello! This started out as an imagine but i realized i dont really like writing imagines (it feels so unstructured), so have this little scenario instead. Also, whilst rereading this i realize that Shui seems a little creepy and i swear i dint want him to come off like that?! It was a hot idea in my head, idk how well that that translated, lmk about it! Remember my REQUESTS ARE OPEN!! Also im still on the hunt for moots for proofreading and triangulation in case anyone is interested please contact me!!

When your auntie told you to go and take boudoir pictures, you thought she was talking crazy and waved her off with a polite smile, but she wouldn’t let up. “You’re as young and beautiful as you’ll ever be! Take them for yourself when you’re old like me! It might seem awkward but it’ll be worth it!”

If you would tell yourself from a week ago that you were had booked an appointment to the nearest place, you would have fainted. And if you would have told yourself from 4 hours ago, when you booked that appointment that you would eventually have to step INTO the store too, you would have freaked out. Screw that, you were freaking out now.

You had considered turning around and running about four or five times, but that little voice in the back of your head going pussy wouldnt leave you alone. In a burst of confidence you entered the shop and were met with a surprisingly comfortable atmosphere, and a cozy interior.

You scan the shop for a few seconds, deeming it good enough not to run out of right away, before a tall, slim figure emerged from one of the Backrooms. He wore a lazy smile when he came to you, clicking away at the computer on the desk before asking “Are you my boudoir at 4?” In a smooth, low voice.

You nod shyly in response, fidgeting with your hands a little. He chuckled in response “Don’t worry love, I won’t do anything- this is my job after all.”

He led you to a studio type room and handed you a robe. “Over there.” He said, and a long index of his rose to gesture to a little changing cabin in the corner of the room. “Ill go get everything set up for us.” And with that, he left you to freak out in the changing rooms because fuck he’s hot!

When you emerge again he’s already handling some sort of lenses to the end of the cameras, lights and props set up and ready to go. When he looks to you, you grow shy again and tug the robe a little tighter around your body. He sees this and nods reassuringly “It’s normal to be nervous, sweetheart.” Which only makes you more nervous.

He notices, but chooses to ignore it as he guides you to one of the chairs that are set up. “Now dont worry too much about anything. Just do your thing, ill do all the magic.” You sit, admittedly a little more relaxed but still stiff and he huffs with a smile. “Relax girl! You dont want these looking like pass photos do you?” And that makes you giggle a litte, finally loosening up again.

“There we go. That’s better already. Want me to talk you through it, distract you a little? Do you think that would help?” Eyes are soft but his gaze burns straight through you. “I think that would help, yeah.” And that makes him smile a little.

“How old are you anyway? You look very young- I don’t normally get a lot of girls your age.” He lifts the camera and clicks something on a little machine that begins whirring lightly in the background, producing little qualms of smoke. “I uh, im twenty two. Don’t get me wrong I would have never done this on my own accord, but my auntie, she said that id regret it my whole life if i don’t do this and all such things.”

Whilst you had been explaining, your robe had started slipping off your shoulders. You had noticed but found it the most natural transition into the inevitable. Getting more comfortable, you decided to throw your legs over one of the seat’s armrests, leaning back a little, getting comfortable, as he had advised.

“Thank your auntie for me then.” He whispered underneath his breath, the shutter clicking softly.

[loumands]

It's an underdiscussed part of the show, maybe because it's so obvious, that ultimately this whole interview is happening because Daniel Molloy wanted to fuck that vampire. Like before the 1st season even started Eric Bogosian was already talking about Daniel feeling attracted to Louis, and that attraction is an essential part of their complicated history and relationship and is always underneath every other thought and feeling Daniel has about Louis.

Daniel's intellectual/journalistic interest in Louis is inseparable from his physical attraction to him. When they met in the 70s Daniel felt an instant pull towards Louis, and as he said he really wanted to interview him, but he was also quite obviously assuming they would sleep together. Decades later that pull is still so strong he's ready to throw everything else away to get some kind of closure. I think he's sort of embarrassed by his own emotions (especially when he seemingly hasn't come to terms with his sexuality) and that they still have so much power over him no matter how old and mature he is. He's so snarky and rude to Louis to protect himself, to hide his vulnerability and feel like he has some kind of control over the situation. It's something similar with Armand; whether Daniel and Armand have a history or not, Armand is an attractive, powerful man who managed to trick Daniel, so Daniel feels the need show that he's in control and that he's not afraid of or intrigued by Armand, even though he's both.

But this exterior started to crack at the same time Louis' own did. In the beginning Daniel tried to keep his distance (and he probably reminded himself 'these people serial killers' every time he found himself feeling sympathy towards vampires) but when Louis is now acting so vulnerable and strikingly human, doing things like openly crying when talking about his daughter and sincerely thanking Daniel for helping him, it's impossible for Daniel to not feel empathy for him. In the s2 premiere you can see he's genuinely sympathizing with Louis and not even always trying to hide it anymore. Although Daniel says he doesn't really care it's a blatant lie; he's personally invested in Louis' situation. He cares about finding out what's going on and he cares about Louis. He wants to solve this and he wants to help Louis. He still feels strongly attracted to him. Hell, he might even be a litte bit in love with him. Most people who meet Louis are.

In the first season Daniel often perceived Louis as his opponent, and in the s2 premiere he acts like Louis and Armand are both his opponents, but i think the situation will (based on what we've seen so far and promo/cast interviews) now probably pretty fast evolve into Daniel starting to think he and Louis are in the same team and Armand is their common enemy. We know Daniel is basically inserting himself between Louis and Armand's relationship and even the word love triangle has also been used. Armand and Daniel were famously a couple in the books and might end up together in the show too, but at least for now they're both focused on Louis. I wouldn't be surprised if Daniel starts to feel like he has to 'save' Louis from Armand - even though Louis probably doesn't want to be saved

[spectersgirl]

Hey everyone! This wasn't anything anyone asked for yet again, and idk what made me decide to write this but I just wanted to put a hugeeeee disclaimer and TW for SA. If you are sensitive to this topic, it's the entire basis for this fic (a situation is described but not in detail) so I suggest you skip this one and take care of yourself.

*incredibly personal anecdote* Admittedly, this was incredibly cathartic to write, as I directly based this on something I experienced and still work through every single day, with a lot of details changed. If you are also a victim of SA, I'm sorry. It was not your fault, and you couldn't have known they would do what they did to you, no matter the relationship you shared prior. All of that being said, if you do choose to read this, I hope you get something out of it.

Darkness

Harvey Specter x Reader

The way you felt when you walked into the lobby of Pearson Specter Litt only to be greeted by sight of the man directly responsible for the greatest source of trauma in your life, Dylan, felt nearly as horrific as when it all happened. You froze in place, unable to move or speak as you watched him shake hands with someone you didn’t recognize. It felt like the earth was moving in slow motion as you stood there, unable to move or breathe or think. You watched him walk with the other man he was talking to, totally oblivious to your presence a mere 15 feet away. You stared blankly ahead, your heart rate rising and jumped when a hand touched your shoulder gently.

"Hey woah, Y/N are you okay? You look like you saw a ghost?"

You looked up at the source of the voice and the hand on your shoulder. It was Mike Ross, who was undoubtedly there to retrieve you so you could sign some final paperwork in regards to the lawsuit your company had just won thanks to Mike's hard work. You owned a small clothing company based in Brooklyn and one of your designs had been completely ripped off by a larger brand, but the suit was far from on your mind at that moment.

"I- I need a minute" You said hurriedly, rushing to the nearest bathroom.

You stood in the mirror, clammy hands and white knuckles shakily gripping the edge of the counter as you attempted to collect yourself. Your breathing was ragged and the room was spinning. You closed your eyes, doing everything you could to make the panic stop. You felt a little angry at yourself for the way your body reacted to seeing him, but you’d deal with that later. Finally, your breathing started to return to normal, heart rate slowing to a more reasonable speed.

You knew you'd have to explain what had happened to at least Mike, and probably anyone else that saw you run. You had never kept secrets from each other, but this was something you were too ashamed of to tell even Mike. You knew logically that you had nothing to be ashamed of, you knew it wasn't your fault that this happened to you, but that little voice of doubt in the back of your head screamed that you should've turned around and left.

Mike and you had been friends since childhood, keeping in touch consistently even through the busyness of life. He was one of your closest friends. You'd been to the PSL offices many times, becoming close with all of Mike's colleagues, and even custom-designing some dresses for Donna and suits for Harvey, the two people you'd grown the closest to in the time Mike had worked at PSL. Donna had become one of your best friends in the city since moving to Manhattan only a couple of years back, and you and Harvey had recently crossed the threshold of more-than-friends and were now in the stage where you pretty much spent every night together at either your apartment or his condo. Mike knew about your budding relationship with Harvey and although he pouted for a while, he eventually got over it, stating that as long as nobody got hurt, he was fine with it.

The bathroom door opening jolted you from your thoughts, and you looked up with petrified eyes at Donna. Her face had concern written all over it as she walked cautiously to you, saying nothing as she held her arms out. You accepted the gesture graciously and hugged her as if your life depended on it. She had no idea what you had been through either, nobody but you and the man from earlier did, but she knew that something was terribly wrong.

"What happened, Y/N?" She asked as she sat down with you on the small ottoman that sat in the corner of the room. "Mike told me you freaked out and ran in here, he wanted to help but..." She trailed off, gesturing at the women's restroom.

You sighed, looking down at the floor and attempting to ignore the sick feeling in your stomach.

"I've never told anyone this..." You started quietly, looking up at Donna finally. She nodded encouragingly, placing a hand on your back.

"When I was 19 and in college, I met this guy. We hit it off and became friends, we had a couple of classes together and studied together and eventually, I grew to sort of like him. One night, he and his roommate had a party that I went to, and I started drinking like everyone else. He just kept filling my cup for me and before I knew it, I was hammered. I didn't know it then but he was pretty much sober. He told me he wanted to talk somewhere quietly and he took me to his bedroom, and I was so drunk that I didn't realize what was happening before he took my top off and... he had me doing things I never would've done if I was sober. Not yet with him, at least. It ruined me for a really long time. I still think about it, wondering if I should’ve done things differently. I had liked him so much before, that I didn't understand that everything that happened was assault. He got me wasted so he could take advantage of me. He never talked to me again and avoided me in classes the rest of our time at that school, and I haven't seen him in years until just now when I saw him in the lobby. I had a panic attack. I used to get them a lot after it happened but they don’t really happen anymore. I just really hope they don’t start coming up again, that darkness is something I never want to feel again.”

By the end of your story, there were tears pouring down your cheeks. Donna handed you a tissue which you took gratefully. When you finally looked back up from your lap, there were tears in Donna's eyes. She wasn’t able to find the words for how horrible she felt for you, and how angry she was at this guy for doing something like that.

“Y/N I… I am so sorry you went through that. Is there anything I can do to help you feel better right now?”

You thought for a moment, feeling a weight come off your shoulders as you realized how good it felt to unload the burden of this memory for the first time. You shook your head.

“No, but we can leave the bathroom. I think I’m feeling a little better” You responded, hearing the tiredness in your voice.

Donna smiled sadly, standing and holding a hand out to help you up.

She walked with you back to her desk, and your head stayed on a swivel, watching for any sign of him.

Donna clicked around on her computer screen once you reached her desk, and looked back up at you after a moment.

“Harvey won’t be back from his meeting for another hour or so and I know you’re exhausted from all of that so if you want, you can take a little power nap on his couch, I'm sure he won't mind. You don’t have to but, I just want you feeling better.”

You could’ve cried at how much she truly cared. You nodded weakly.

“That would be really nice, thank you Donna.”

“Of course honey, go right in.”

It took you all of about 20 seconds to fall into a deep sleep once you laid down.

Harvey returned to the office, stopping at Donna's desk when he noticed you passed out on his couch.

"Uh, what's up with Y/N?" He asked the redhead, who stood and walked to an empty conference room, waving him in with her. She closed the door and spoke quietly, not wanting anyone to hear.

"Something happened and I'm sure she would want to tell this story herself, but it's something you should know." Donna started, bracing herself to tell the abridged version of what you'd told her only an hour ago.

By the time she finished telling Harvey what she knew, the anger was emanating off of his being. His fists were clenched and his jaw sat in a tight line.

"Who's the guy and who was he meeting with? I'm gonna go pay him a visit."

"Harvey you can't just go talk to him, he doesn't even know she's here-"

"Talk to him?! Please, I'm gonna fucking lay him out!"

"Please, just let her talk to you and if that's what she wants, then do that. I know you care about her and I know you want to protect her, but do that how she wants you to. Don't make this worse for her."

Harvey sighed, frustrated that he couldn't go throw the dude through the window right then and there, but he begrudgingly understood what Donna was saying. As much as he wanted to put this guy in the dirt, this wasn't his fight to fight unless you asked him to, and he would do anything you asked.

He quietly entered his office, busying himself with paperwork and anything else that he could find to be both productive and quiet as he periodically looked up, watching you peacefully sleep.

You woke eventually, you had no idea how long he let you sleep but you were certain it was longer than the hour you were expecting.

"Good morning, sleeping beauty." Harvey greeted with a smile, but you could see the fear in his eyes. He could fool others with his poker face, but not you.

You said nothing but held your arms out, beckoning him to you. You knew he had to have asked Donna what happened, based on the look on his face. He stood and walked to the couch to join you. He wrapped his arms around you, hugging you in a way that felt like your pieces were fusing back together. His warm hands rubbed up and down your back, softly kissing the top of your head before pulling back and speaking.

"Y/N, Donna told me what happened, I know you probably would've wanted to tell me yourself but she thought I needed to know. I am so angry that something like that ever could've happened to you, especially when you were so young. I want you to know that if there's anything you want me to do to this guy, I'm gonna find a way to do it."

Tears fell from your eyes yet again, and Harvey wiped them away gently with his thumbs.

"Thank you. You don't have to do anything, just being here with me is more than I could've asked. I'm sorry I didn't tell you about it, about him, it just felt... embarrassing. I didn't want to burden you. I don't want you to have to constantly look over your shoulder just because of me."

Harvey took a deep breath before he took your hands in his, looking into your eyes with passion pooling in his own before he spoke again.

"Y/N, you could never be a burden to me, okay? I would go to the ends of the earth and back to make sure you’re safe. The idea that I couldn't protect you from everything you've gone through because of that asshole makes me weak in the knees, it makes me feel sick. From here on out, if someone’s making you uncomfortable, if you feel unsafe, anything... You can always call me. You can come to me. I will never let you feel that way again, that’s a promise.”

Tears flowed from your eyes both from the mental toll the last few hours had taken on you and at Harvey's words. He's never spoken so passionately, so candidly with you before.

You felt your hands trembling even as he held them tightly, despite him trying his best to soothe you. You took a shaky breath and closed your eyes for a moment, trying to collect yourself.

"For not being the guy who comforts people, you sure are good at it." you said with a slight grin. "Thank you. For everything."

Harvey smiled, glad that you were feeling okay enough in that moment to make a joke. He opened his mouth to say something, but got interrupted by a tapping on the glass door of his office.

"Y/N, hey! I came to find you earlier but you were asleep. Are you okay? What happened? Donna wouldn't tell me anything, she just said you should tell me?" Mike asked frantically, clearly still worried about you.

"Yeah, I'm okay. Donna was right, this is something I should tell you myself. I should've told you a long time ago." You started, waving him inside so you could tell him everything.

Mike and Harvey listened intently, and you saw both of them physically stiffen and get angrier the more you told them, despite Harvey having already heard from Donna. Harvey had poured himself a drink, and by the looks of it, a very strong one. He paced the floor as he listened, presumably to expel some of his energy on something other than finding the guy and putting his fist through his face.

"God, I wish you would've told me back then, I would've beat the shit out of him. But I understand why you didn't. I'm so sorry, Y/N. I hate that he did that to you, but I'm so proud of you for being so strong all this time. I just wish you didn't do it alone."

"Thanks Mike. I was just felt so much shame, that I didn't tell anyone. I couldn't."

"I know. It's okay, I'm glad you told me. I'm sure Harvey already offered but if there's anything I can do..."

You nodded, telling him you'd let him know.

"Ok, I'm gonna head out but call if you need anything?"

"I will, thank you Mike. You're a good friend."

He smiled before giving you a hug and leaving, giving a firm nod to Harvey on his way out, the two men's silent way of communicating their mutual agreement to watch out for you.

Harvey decided to take the rest of the afternoon off to be with you, despite your insistence that he had a shit ton of work to do and that you were feeling better.

"Honey, you are the most important thing to me right now. This'll all still be here in the morning.”

You smiled softly at the nickname.

“Right now, if you want to that is, I'm going to take you back to my place and we can sit by the fireplace with a glass of wine and talk for a while, and I'll run you a hot bath and you can just relax while I cook us dinner."

You took his face in your hands and kissed him softly.

“That sounds perfect.”

[aceofshitposts]

Well I've been tagged in a couple different wip games but honestly have just had nothing to show for them lmao but uh I've had this rattling around in my head for a while so I hope this makes up for it a bit lmao

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Tim hikes his backpack up higher on his shoulders, weaving through the throngs of people in the airport. He got a few odd looks from the security people but even with hands clumsy with youth he was able to forge a convincing enough letter from his parents about him travelling to meet them.

It's before disaster, everything is a little relaxed and therefore it's simple, really, to get through with minimal fuss.

Tim isn't entirely sure how he ended up here, in a body too young and too healthy but he's never been one to waste an opportunity. He's perhaps lucky this was one of the weeks between boarding schools, where his mom pulled him out due to her beverage dissatisfaction with various school curriculums. It meant they were out of the country but he was still in Gotham and not being watched over by any teachers.

Gate 57B. This is where he should be. Tim scans the people sitting in the uncomfortable plastic airport chairs, all waiting to board. It's not a particularly busy flight so it's easy to spot.

Off white hoodie and baggy jeans, clothes designed specifically to not draw attention and disguise body shape. Black hair falling over turquoise eyes that are focused on the rough looking paperback in his lap. There's a duffle bag sitting against his beat up sneakers that Tim just knows the contents of without even trying.

"Jason?" Tim asks coming to stand in front of the other teenager with both hands gripping his backpack straps. He's aiming for curious. Disarming. He can't be too formal or Jason will really know something's wrong and not the way Tim wants.

Jason raises his head lazily. Like a bored teenager being called to answer a question by a teacher. But Tim can see the immediate suspicion, the slight tensing of Jason's jaw and the way his eyes scan Tim to identify threats.

Tim isn't a threat. Not yet, anyway. Not like this. He can sneak around undetected, can forge papers and send anonymous emails to Batman while hiding amongst a throng of other school kids. His mind remembers, knows all the how's, of course, but his body lacks the muscle memory to truly execute anything beyond simple defense moves.

Frustrating, honestly, but probably to his advantage right now. He still has his mind and that's the most important part.

"Do I know you, kid?" Jason asks.

"No" --not yet-- "but I need your help."

Jason raises a single eyebrow and Tim makes a bit of a show of inhaling deeply, gathering courage and whispers, "I need Robin's help."

Jason's eyes widen, all pretenses of calm evaporating with a single startled inhale.

It's a little bit of a gamble, Tim knows. But it's a calculated gamble. Telling Jason the truth was out immediately, as was telling Bruce. Waltzing up to Jason to tell him if he boards that plane he was going to die would probably only embolden him further. Telling Bruce would send him into protective parent overdrive. He was trying, Tim knows, to give Jason some space and independence.

Pleading for Jason's help, for Robin's help, it was at least going to get Jason interested. Tim being a kid was also in his favour. Even as the Red Hood, Jason always had a soft spot for kids in need. And with Jason knowing what he currently knows about his mother, that she was an emergency doctor in the Middle East, he would probably rationalize that his mom won't be upset if he shows up a little later than expected.

"Now boarding Flight AA6237, please form a line with your passport and boarding ticket ready."

That's Jason's flight. If Jason gets on that plane Tim still has backup plans but it would be so much easier if Jason just came with him.

Jason stands suddenly, hefting his duffle bag onto his shoulder with one hand and grabbing Tim's sleeve with the other.

"Alright kid, bathroom's this way," he says with maybe a little more volume than strictly necessary.

Tim beams, genuine and wide. Jason was at least going to hear him out. Jason Todd wasn't going to die, not today and not tomorrow or the next day.

This was only the first item on Tim's list but, it was a start.

And if for a moment, only a second really, Tim forgets about a terrible future, about the pain of a blade against his throat or a batarang in his chest or bruises and missing spleens and deaths and revivals, and simply relishes in the thought that Robin was now urgently leading him somewhere more private to probably interrogate him--

Well. That's just the adrenaline.

It doesn't mean anything.

[ventisweetheart]

Whenever you have free time, may I request a Xiao (any maybe Cyno and Al-Haitham too if you want) catching a reader self-harming and then comforting them?

I need me some sh comfort—

Comforting the reader with sh

✧ Xiao, Cyno

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✧ A/n: Of course I can! For anyone out there feeling like this, know that you're not alone and you are loved! I know this pain all too well, I am always free if anyone needs to talk <3 Also, I did not write for Al-Haitham this time because I am working on understanding his character more so I can write for him better!

✧ Warnings: Self-harm, blood mentions, scars, wounds, Gn!Reader

✧Xiao

Xiao is actually kind of shocked but, understanding

He is not angry at you and he wants you to know that

He wishes he had known sooner and blames himself for not paying enough attention to your feelings and if you had been acting different at all

He isn't the best at words and comforting so, he would be more physical in this matter if you let him

Is terrified to lose you but, he puts his feelings aside for the matter and focused on you only

You sat on the foot of your shared bed, staring with teary eyes at the fresh wounds you just created. Xiao wasn't home at the moment so, you didn't bother locking the door. You once again, put the small blade in contact with clean skin and, unexpectedly the door flung open. The first thing that Xiao's eyes land on in the blade in your hand.

He knew.

''Hey, stop!'' Those words slipped out unconsciously, startling you. You weren't going to try and hide he knew now and he can't unsee it. Realizing that he scared you, he repeats quite apologies and slowly walks to you. He puts his hand out to take the object from you, giving in, you let him take it.

''Hey... look I am not mad.'' Tears flow down your cheeks, they are unstoppable at this point. He sits on his knees in front of you and takes one of your hands in his.

''Xiao I- I am sorry.'' He shakes his head at these words and opens his arms, asking if he can hug you. You bury your head in his shoulder and he takes your trembling body in his arms and rubs gentle circles on your back, hoping that it will calm you down. From this day forward he will do anything in his power to help you see and feel how special you really are.

✧Cyno

He tries to be calmer in this situation

Gives you plenty of words of affirmation

He gives you eye contact and listens to everything you want to get off your chest

You will never leave his sight until he knows you're better

Takes really good care of you, he'll change out your bandages as needed, disinfect, and will stay home with you a lot more.

Cyno decided to surprise you by coming home early today. He arrives at your shared home and enters with a smile, ready to be greeted by you with your kisses.

But you weren't there this time.

Confused, he closes the door behind him quietly and sits on the couch, waiting for you to come out to surprise you. About 20 minutes pass and there is still no sign of you, and so, he goes to the bedroom to look for you. And to his relief you're there but, something is off. You're sitting on the floor, with your back turned to the door. Your eyes are wide. You didn't know he was coming this early.

''Doll? Are.. you alright?'' You hear him take steps towards you and you quickly slide the shinny object under in your sleeve. You turn to him with a smile.

''Cy! You're home early!'' Yeah. He wasn't buying that. You were trying too hard to look expressive.

''What are you doing?'' He doesn't sound angry but, concerned. He sits in front of you and looks down at your arms to see a light shade of crimson seeping through the fabric. You look down to see what he was looking at, as if you didn't already know.

''Roll up your sleeves, love.'' It makes you so anxious. What if gets mad? What if he thinks you're a sick freak a leaves? Though, it's not like you have much of an option so, you do as you're told. The blade slips out as you do so and you lightly hiss at the stinging pain.

He hitches his breathe a little, his heart shatters as he looks at what's in front of him. He quickly stands up and grabs a first-aid kit.

''Can I clean the wounds for you?'' He tries not to ask too many questions at the moment to make you upset. You nod your head and he begins working on the open wounds.

''Are you mad at me?'' You say quietly, also slightly embarrassed that he has to see you this way.

''I could never be angry at you for something like this.'' His words are soft and gentle. He's always been caring like this. He finishes up and puts away the kit.

''Can I hold you?'' He asks. You stand up and nod you head. He lays down on the bed and lets you lay on his chest. ''Do you want to talk about it?'' He doesn't pressure you, he kisses the top of your head and holds you close. He is going to help you to the best of his abilities, for you are the best thing that has ever happened to him.

[thequietkid-moonie]

Beautiful and powerful but lonely darling

[ YANDERE HEADCANONS ] [ Jack, Korekiyo ]

[ Shuumatsu no Valkyrie ] [ Danganronpa V3 Killing Harmony ]

⚠️ Yandere, I dunno support this kind of behavior in real life, I just write it for fun!

× Inspired on Cleopatra (from Majo Taisen)

Ah, yes, two of the crazy men im in love with❤️ I loved doing this!! Also, my first time writing for Kiyo!! Im so nervous but excited!! Aaahhh!! Hope you love it as much as I did!! ❤️❤️

Also, read Majo Taisen!! Is an amazing manga with amazing characters, and amazing art, amazing motivations for the tournament ~ just read it, you won't regret it 🖤

Jack the Ripper

It doesn't matter if you are new on the town or have lived your entirely life in there, it doesn't take much time for him to notice your presence (but is more likely that it happens until adulthood since during childhood he was in the slums), but I mean, how he couldn't noticed you, wherever you go you catch everyone's gaze with your beauty and elegancy

With your only presence and bearing Jack was already interested on you, but the fact that everyone is looking at you with admiration and desire with every step you take, ready to fullfil your wish only with your only presence, despertly wanting to be by your side and have the bless to bask into your presence make him more and more intriged by you

Jack isn't like everyone else, he doesn't want to kneel before you or do everything for you just thanks to the influece of your overwhelming beauty, he admit that you are truly beautiful and amusing but that isn't enough for him, he is interested in you, he wants to know more about you, he wonder how you would look when you're flooded by the beautiful colors of despair and fear, would you look even more beautiful than you already are? Maybe you pretty face will turn into something completely diferent

Speaking of colors, since the first moment Jack had noticed the deep color of loneliness around you and he finds it pretty interesting, he doesn't pity you nor get sad for you, it actually only increase his interest on you, a person who is always surrounded by a lot of people that are ready to please you and fullfil your wishes and still you can't have the only thing that you really want

Jack is completely amused and intriged by you since the moment he lays his eyes on you, however he won't approach to you right away, he prefers to stay in the shadows for a while, follow you close and watch you, he wants to know more about you and what better than watching you close! He wants to know every litte detail of you, he want to be there anytime your colors change into colors of happines or saddness, he want to know what make your colors change, but above all Jack wants to be able to be the one making your colors change, he want to make you experiment the true fear for the first and last time

As the time pass by Jack start to want more and more of you, with the more he watch you from afar and the more he knows you the more he is amased by you, he is more conviced that you are perfect inside and out, the more he wants you

Jack finds pretty disgusting and even pathetic how so much people want to serve you or want everything about you just by your looks, they doesn't know how to appreciate your true beauty, he does, he doesn't just appreciate your looks Jack appreciate the beauty that is hidden in your lonely heart, the one that is craving for love but knows that not anyone is worthy of, the beauty that is hidden in your strength, that strength with which you can easily get rid of anyone who dares to annoy you or try to go too far with you and overcome your limits

Jack doesn't approach to you until he feels like he knows enough about you, or well until he knows all he can know by being afar from you, when he feels that he already has enough and needs to step in, needs to be around you, NEEDS you. The moment Jack approach to you he do it so casually, so naturaly, introducing himself with elegancy like the gentelman he is, it doesn't matter if you try to ignore him or don't really pay him attention he will just laugh softly at your reaction, he knew this could happen, he knows you really well and he understand, he may seem like all the rest that tried to court you into he past but he is different and he will show it to you, it doesn't matter if he has to force you to accept him in your life he is totally willing to do it

Jack slowly get more and more into your life, make it seem like coincidences, just like an inocent friendship that slowly blooms when in reallity he has calculated every step he takes, Jack has a complete plan to make you fall in his trap where he will become the only one who matters to you, the only one who can change your colors

Jack thinks that he only wants to be able to overpowered you, to make you feel the biggest fear to see that beautiful color on you, but deep down in his heart he want to be with you, to be one with you and to be able to do this Jack start to gently push you into his arms where you will never escape, he start monopolizing you with delicate and sweet actions of love that not even he fully noticed

Jack already know a lot about you but now that he is closer to you he makes efforts to win your trust so he can delve into the deepest parts of your being and heart, finally knowing everything he can about you to feed his lovely and obsessive heart

Even when all the world want to reach you Jack doesn't think on kidnapping you, is irritating to see all the people despertly trying to get something from you, even if is just your gaze, but he is completely sure that he can completely protect you from any danger, he can easily get rid of anyone, and, most important, he can know when you start trusting in him more, or even if you ever think that he is worthy of your love he will know before you do, so he doesn't have to fear much because, one way or another, at the end you will be completely his

Korekiyo Shinguji

Korekiyo has noticed you since the start, I even dare to say that since the moment you got in the school he noticed you, and for him it was like love at first sight, but how it couldn't be? You are just the more beautiful human being he ever had the bless to lay his eyes on

Since the start your beauty had captivate him (just like for everyone else) he wants to know more about you so he tries to approach to you and properly introduce himself, it doesn't matter if you are interested on him or not, even if you just ignore him and pass by him he will only take it as an interesting response

Korekiyo is determinate to know everything there is to know about you, how he could call himself the ultimate anthropologist if he doesn't do everything in his power to investigate you, the most beautiful person alive, the pinnacle of human beauty, for a long time he will be stalking you, following you everywhere and watching you from afar, amazed by everything you do, slowly getting into your life, little by little he gets more and more close to you until he finally can talk to you directly

When Korekyo finally has the opportunity to talk to you directly (either since the start or after watching you from afar for a while) at first he gives you a lot of compliments, he can't stop himself from expressing how beautiful you are, how grateful he is for having the opportunity to meet someone so beautiful! so perfect! something that isn't new for you at all, everyone who meet you finds you beautiful, although his compliments where a little different, like more poetic and intense, kinda refreshing to say at least. However he did something that no one had never done before, he asks you about you, what you like, what you dislike, what you are into, which is your ultimate talent, how is your personality, what do you wish in life, whatever you are willing to share with him he is more than happy to hear you with devotion (even so, whatever you won't share he will find out soon or later), this was something truly unexpected but certainly not unpleasent, maybe he will be worthy of your love

Korekiyo's loves and obsession for you just grows more and more as the time pass by, getting more and more amazed by every little detail of you, with every day he just gets more convinced that you truly are the pinnacle of beauty, however it seems like everyone thinks the same because everywhere you go there is always people who can't help but look at you, some of them even directly gives you compliments and try to be physicaly close to you, and as much as he loves that people actually admire your beauty just the way you deserve it drives him crazy everytime someone desperately tries to catch your attention, calling your name like if it wasn't nothing and even daring to try to touch you, he can't help but frown and stare furiously while cursing under his breath, trying to control himself and don't go against they here and now, more than once he had scare whoever tried to talk to you and making them to run away (sometimes intentionally other times unintentionally)

Korekiyo hates seeing others trying to approach to you, the more disrespectful they are with you the more angry he is (specially with the ones who approach to you with vulgar intentions, the ones who think that they have the right to touch you in a no so friendly way, or just to touch you at all, left alone without your fully consent, it take all the self control he has on him to not go and just let out all his anger against them) sometimes he can't control himself and goes violent against them but always apologize to you for making such scene in front of you. However he knows that you aren't lady in distress, he had saw you defend yourself against whoever dares to disrespect you in any way before, even if that means to get in a fight (still you are really stronge and the fight doesn't last long), he hates that you had to resorting to having to fight and still he is just more fascinated with you by seeing you fight (still that doesn't stop him from growing clingy to you and being protective over you, even if you don't alow him he will do it without you knowledge)

Korekiyo finds amazing that you will always find someone ready to fullfil your wishes, you have a lot of people behind that are ready to follow your orders you just have to ask, even if you ask them to get into their knees to use them to sit on someone will happy to do so, he likes to watch people following your orders even if you don't thank them or even glance at them, he thinks that is just how a beauty such as yourself deserve to be treaten, and he is willing to follow your orders at some extent too but he isn't doing it for free, he isn't like everyone else, what he wants in return is you, being able to bask in your warm and beauty, being able to be with you, love you and be loved is what he wants

Korekiyo has consider kidnapting you, a beauty such as yourself should be admire for eternity but also protected for all of those who thinks they have the right to even talk to you without all the respect of the world, and every time someone tries to cross the limit just trigger him more and more, is in those moments when he thinks on kidnapting you because he is the only one who will know how treat you with the love and respect you deserve, however is obvious that you have a preference for him, but I mean how you wouldn't? he is the only one who is truly interested in you, the only one who had seen beyond your physical beauty and is truly interested in you, even better that he has never been scare to express how beautiful you are, inside and out

He is truly worthy of your love, he is the only one you had never throwed away, and that doesn't went unoticed from him and that fact is what keeps him calm, what calm his insecurities and worries and what prevent him to take you away from the world because he knows that even when everyone is willing to kneel before you you know he is the only one who truly appreciate all your beauty, the only one who had truly loved you

[vex91]

Lover

Chapter 21: Way

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3rd's POV

"Sorry, the number you're trying to reach is currently unavailable. Please, try again late-"

Chaewon sighed, putting her phone away and laying back on her bed. No matter how hard she tried to contact you, it was no use. You didn't wanted to have anything to do with her after what she did to you and she wasn't surprised, if you were caught kissing another girl then she wouldn't be able to easily forgive you too. Your reaction is valid no matter how you look at it and she couldn't even be mad at you for kissing Yunjin.

A knock on her door grabbed her attention from you and to whoever was on the other side "Come in" Chaewon's weak reply could be heard despite it being pretty quiet. The door opened and Sakura quietly came in, closing the doors after herself. She walked over to the bed where the younger girl was laying, eyes trained on the ceiling as the pure feeling of despair radiated off of her. Sakura took a sit next to her and layed down, also looking at the ceiling.

Both of them just layed there together in silence, thinking about how to start the conversation that they knew had to be done, even if Chaewon didn't wanted it. Sakura knew that she couldn't just stand aside and watch as all of her friends were miserable. Chaewon made a mistake and honestly she didn't wanted you and her to get back together. She saw you as a litte sister and knew how much you got hurt before so she wanted you to be with someone who will treat you like you deserved and for her you deserved the best.

And she just knew that Chaewon isn't the one for you, no matter how much she wanted to be the one and it's because her heart was beating for two people.

You and Minju.

"You can't keep doing this" Chaewon's breath hitched at the older girl's words "I don't know what you're talking about" Sakura scoffed "You know well what I'm talking about. You can't keep trying to get back with Y/N when you're clearly still in love with Minju. It's not fair for any of you" Chaewon shook her head, she didn't wanted to agree with the older girl "I love Y/N-" "You love her but you also love Minju, you just don't want to accept that because loving Y/N is easy for you while loving Minju is hard. You just want to go the easy way" Chaewon shut her eyes close, teeth gritting as she tried to ignore everything she said.

She hated how right Sakura was.

Chaewon loved both you and Minju but the difference is that you were easy to love, Minju on the other hand was the hard love. She didn't wanted your forgiveness because she was only in love with you, you were just too easy to love. Sakura knew that and that's also why she didn't wanted Chaewon to continue pursuing you again.

Seeing that there was no sign of Chaewon wanting to continue talking, Sakura sighed before walking out. Chaewon just layed there with an even bigger mess in her head, her feelings all over the place and a big dilemma.

Which way did she really wanted to go? Easy or hard one?

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Summary: Chaewon getting a lover was a shocking but happy news to everyone at Le Sserafim's dorm, until the news came out to the public and Yunjin found out that it was her ex-girlfriend, Kwon Y/N.

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[h-c-u]

Showing the ropes.

Summary: You're away at a conference at a different timezone, and Maverick is a bit tied up at work.

Pairing: Pete "Maverick" Mitchell x reader

W/C: 2.2k

Rating: +18, phone sex, bondage, butt plugs, dom/sub, 

TWs: Bodily Fluids

A/N: No plot. Not even if you squint your eyes and turn your head to the left. And yeah, I'm on the sub!Maverick train again xD Also, I'm definitely not admitting to what I was listening to while I was writing it, but let's just say, I discovered a whole new side of Spotify.

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You couldn't help but smile when you saw a familiar name and a picture showing up on your phone. You were already done with today's courses and planning to take a nice, relaxing bath after being on your feet for almost 10 hours, so you definitely didn't mind talking to your husband for a minute or two. Especially when you realized that he was calling from work because it would have been too early for him to be off duty. And that only meant one thing... 

- Please... - his pleading whisper was the first thing you've heard. 

- No hello, no "how was your day?"...? - you didn't try to hide the disappointment in your voice, and he groaned on the other side of the line. - Such a desperate slut... Putting his own needs above basic social etiquette... - you sighed loudly. 

- I need to take everything off and out... I have to fly with the class... - well, at least he wasn't stupid enough to ask you to cum, because you were very clear about him not being allowed to do that on his own while you were away. And yet he called you... 

- Hmmm... You know that in situations of life and death, you can do what's best, but you called me... I advise you to think about your next words carefully. Does the harness impact your moves in any way, putting you or anyone else in any danger? Be honest, I won't be mad, I just want the truth, because I don't want anything to happen to my sweet boy... - he was silent for almost half a minute. 

- No... - he whispered finally. 

- Does it distract you so much that you wouldn't be able to focus on what you're doing and by so, putting yourself or others in danger? - you continued the interrogation. 

- No, ma'am... - he replied and you could almost taste the shame coming from the other end of the call. 

- How about the plug, does it make it uncomfortable to sit in the jet...? - you suspected that it was it because you instructed him to choose one of the biggest ones you had. 

- No, ma'am... - he repeated, but you still were able to tell that something was off. 

- Does it distract you so much that you're having trouble focusing...? 

- Yes, ma'am... - his voice barely a whisper, yet it rang pleasurably inside your head. 

- Tell me exactly how it distracts you... - oh, it was going to be so much fun... You leaned back in your chair and put your leg on the edge of the desk. 

- It puts constant pressure on my g-spot... And I can't sit or suddenly move without leaking... I had to put on a cage as well, ma'am... - you couldn't help but hum, but you haven't decided yet if it was something you approved of. 

- I didn't tell you to do that. - your tone was as neutral as possible because you were planning to react to his reaction. 

- I'm sorry, ma'am, but I was so hard it was too visible through my pants. And I changed them to darker ones, so the leaking wouldn't be as visible... - even after all those years, he could still surprise you. He was willingly putting himself in more pain, just so he could follow the instructions you left him to the best of his ability. 

- I'll let it slide this time... But let's come back to that plug - where are you? - you asked, and slowly slipped one of your fingers in between your folds, gently teasing your clit in anticipation of the obscene sounds you were about to hear.

- In my office. - he replied even before you finished asking the question. 

- Doors? - after all, he was still a high-ranking member of the military. Who was occasionally your perfect little whore. 

- Closed. - he was indeed prepared. 

- Hmmm... How long do you have? - his response would determine your next course of action. 

- About 15-20 minutes, ma'am. - that last word put a smile on your face. You never liked the word 'mistress', it was too dirty for your liking, but a well-placed ma'am from his mouth... You could get drunk on it. 

- Harness stays, but we're going to do something about that plug, love... So you will still be able to think in the air... How does that sound? 

- Thank you, ma'am. - you could feel the obvious relief in his voice. You knew that he knew that if he truly had to take everything off and out, you wouldn't even mention it.

But he called. 

He wanted you to listen to his whining while he was putting on a show, like a stripper begging for attention...

- Don't take it out entirely just yet... I want you to fuck yourself on it and make all those beautiful little noises so that everyone can hear what a slut you are. And if you help me cum before you'll have to go, I might even let you finish too... - you didn't have to be there to know exactly what his face looked like. - Chop, chop, we don't have all day... - you smiled and patiently waited as he put the phone on his desk. You could hear the zipper of his pants opening and you knew exactly when he took off his underwear because you could hear a light jingle of the small paddle lock that was keeping the chastity cage locked. - Slowly... - you didn't have to say it, because he knew what was expected of him. 

At first, there was a slight groan, that told you he started to pull out the plug and got to the widest part. After all those hours without moving it, you knew that his muscles weren't as stretched as in the morning and that it would be more painful for him. You also knew from the experience, that there was still lube inside him, so as soon as he'd start moving it a bit more, everything will become more pleasurable. 

He moaned loudly and you could just say that the plug went back in and rubbed this sweet bundle of nerves inside him, that made him sing so beautifully. He slowly picked up the pace, and so did you. His moans became more needy and desperate with every second and you just loved to hear them... And the soft cries in between them when he was actively stopping himself from cumming. You could almost see the long line of precum slowly heading towards the carpeted floors from his swollen and locked in a metal cage penis, and if you were there you would have definitely licked it, just to hear him get even more desperate. 

- Faster... - you didn't have to say anything more... You were leaning back in your chair, two fingers inside you, while your thumb intensely massaged your clit. His moans became louder and started fogging up your brain with an obscene image... It wasn't hard to see how plump and red his lips were, because he had a habit of biting them when he was getting close, and he was close for quite some time now if you were to believe his words earlier. Poor thing must have been on edge since he left the house. His cheeks were definitely flushed and red, and his eyes looked as if they were made of glass, because of the tears that appeared in them out of frustration. One of his hands closed tightly around the edge of his desk so hard, that his knuckles would get white, and the other behind him, holding a flared base of a plug he was using to fuck himself... He would definitely be leaning forwards, his caged cock maybe even bumping the desk from time to time, if he bucked his hips too harshly... Or maybe he was even completely bent over the desk, wishing that it was you who was fucking him... Hmmm... That was a nice image... But since you couldn't lay your hands on him now, a harsh, thin jute harness that hugged his upper torso under his shirt had to be enough for him to feel your presence for now. And you could almost see the light red marks it left on his skin, rubbing against it for a whole day... Not tight enough to actually impact his movements, but enough for him to feel you with him through the whole day. 

You could hear his desperate, soft cries and longing moans, mixed with your name and empty promises of what he'd do if you just let him cum, telling you how sensitive he is just for you... He knew exactly what to say, what notes to play to help you get off. After a particularly sharp inhale and a whimper in a much higher tone than usual, you bit your lower lip harshly, because the image of his desperation in your head was enough to push you over the edge. It wasn't the strongest orgasm ever, but it definitely relaxed your muscles. Plus you didn't exactly plan on cumming today... 

You looked at the timer on your call; there was still a couple of minutes left until he'd have to hang up, and since he was such a good boy today...

- Pete... - your tone of voice was surprisingly neutral and devoided of emotions, even though your cheeks were flushed. - Cum for me, honey... Let me hear it... - and he did, almost instantly. Oh, how you wish you were there to see it, to lick his cock over the metal cage and taste him on your tongue. And the sounds he made... Beautiful, delicious, if only you could drink them straight from his lips... After a moment you could hear his breath calming down, and after even a longer moment of silence, you could hear his last loud moan and a quiet thump of something falling to the ground

- Thank you... - he mumbled, still out of breath, and you smiled. 

- You know what to do, I'm waiting... - there was just one more thing and you didn't have to wait long for your phone to vibrate, indicating that you received a new message, which you opened almost immediately. - Good boy... - and you could see exactly how fucked out he looked, and it was beautiful. He was practically laying on his desk, cheeks red, eyes full of tears that were dripping on some papers... he didn't take his shirt off, but it rode up, so you could see just a little bit of a thin brown rope peeking from under it on his back, and when you zoomed in, you could see how the area around it got all red and irritated. And then another picture came, from a different angle... you could see his gaping hole, stretched around nothing, and a thick line of cum dripping on his underwear on the floor, while his dick was straining painfully against steel restraints.

- Just for you, only for you... - he whispered in a breathy, still trying to collect his thoughts. 

- Hmmm... Are you good? - and you didn't mean that in a sexual way. You truly wish you could be there with him, and fortunately, your job didn't require longer trips often. 

- I will be in a minute... - he replied and you could hear a huge smile on his face. 

- Good. You can leave the plug out, but you're not allowed to clean yourself. I want you to remember what a needy whore you are through the whole day, and sit in the mess you've made. - since he had chosen the dark pants today, you knew that it wouldn't be visible, and besides - he was about to be alone in his jet for a few hours, so there was a very low chance of him actually being caught. 

- Yes, ma'am. - he didn't even care, still lost in his relief. 

- You have to get going, baby, they will be waiting for you... - you knew that he knew that, and yet he still allowed himself to enjoy that relaxed state. You also knew that if he needed, he'd come up with a perfect excuse, but you didn't want him to have to do that. 

- I don't want to hang up yet... I want to listen to your voice for a bit longer... - you couldn't help but laugh. 

- Awww... Such a needy baby... - you finally put your phone down after you finished studying every detail of the photos he sent you. - You look so good splayed out on the desk like that, not even caring that someone might knock on your doors any second, or just barge in and see what a slut you are, fucking yourself and cumming on a plug just because your wife told you so... And they wouldn't be able to think about anything else when they see you... Would you be wearing one during class...? Or at the navy balls...? That might actually be an idea. For you to have a nice, pink, vibrating egg inside while you're in this white uniform of yours. And you wouldn't even be able to control it... - he groaned, and you knew what that meant. - Go get ready, honey... And send me some nice pictures after you'll get home... I want to see that harness and the marks it left when I wake up.

- Yes, ma'am. - he replied almost on instinct. You didn't always have this dynamic, but it was something that was extremely easy to slip into, for both of you.

- I love you, Pete... - you said just before you hung up. 

- I love you more... - he replied and the call ended. 

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Not Just Some Backup Plan | Tommy Shelby x Reader

Request: yes by @kittykylax

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x reader

Summary: When Grace leaves Small Heath, Tommy turns back to the person who's been around since the beginning.

Warnings: language, drinking

Word Count: 3721

A/N: this story was fun to write. I tried to base (Y/N) off of Amy from the movie Little Women...I hope that it shined through well. Also I hope that this was the happy ending that you were looking for. Enjoy! :)

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The bar was crowded with men that the Shelby brothers had brought along with them to help celebrate their send off to the derby. The room seemed to be buzzing, but (Y/N) couldn't be bothered. She huffed out a sigh as she brought the glass to her lips, taking another sip of the burning liquid and enjoying the feeling as it slid down her throat.

"Something bothering you, (Y/N)?" Polly Gray asked with furrowed eyebrows as she approached the booth (Y/N) was sitting in from where she was in the back of the Garrison.

"No," (Y/N) shook her head and hoped that the woman would believe her lie, "just not in the mood for celebration."

Polly pursed her lips, giving the younger woman her trademarked 'I know something's wrong with you but I'm not gonna force it out of you' look before she took a sip from the drink she'd brought with her. "Are you joining the boys at the derby or hanging back?"

(Y/N) didn't hear the other woman's question though. Instead, she had her eyes and mind focused on none other than her friend Tommy Shelby as he grinned and served drinks alongside the barmaid, Grace Burgess. She couldn't stop the pang of jealousy from building inside of her as she wished that could have been her standing by his side and doing everything with him. Instead she was only his friend. She was his friend and he didn't know anything otherwise, or else he wouldn't have kissed Grace while she was around like he did at the Garrison several days ago.

"Hello?" the sound of snapping and the single word question brought (Y/N) back into the conversation.

"Hi," she smiled at Polly, who laughed at the blatant confusion that was spread across (Y/N)'s face now.

"I asked you if you were going to be going to the derby or staying back," Polly repeated herself, her grin now present again as she then glanced over to see Tommy and Grace. She now knew the young woman's dilemma without even having to ask her.

"I'll probably stay back," (Y/N) answered with a bit of a frown, "there's nothing there that I'd be needed for anyway," she added to help her case.

She glanced towards the bar again in time to see Grace quickly retreat to the stockroom. Tommy's grin faltered before he too made his way into the room and shut the door. I don't even wanna think about what they're doing in there, she thought...except she was still thinking about it.

"I...I've gotta go, Pol," she said suddenly as she stood from the booth, "I'm sorry, but I'm not really feeling being in a crowd today." Polly only gave her a look of sympathy before she left the booth and began walking to the doors. On her way there, she looked over at the door to the room Tommy and Grace had disappeared into. They hadn't come out yet, and she didn't want to stick around to see the satisfied grins on their faces when they did. So she dropped her eyes to the floor and continued walking to the exit.

(Y/N) didn't do much for the rest of the day. She sat around her apartment and wondered just how she got herself to this point.

She cursed the fact that she'd welcomed all of the remarks that were flirty in nature from Tommy, and she wanted to kick herself for sending them right back to him. She hated that she shared a kiss with him; one that happened late into a drink-filled night at the Garrison, where they stayed back after everyone else left and held each other's glances for just a little too long. He wouldn't see her as anything other than his friend, and she knew that. It'd be impossible to think of anything else with a woman like Grace by his side.

So as the day grew later, she sat at her dining table with a bottle of scotch…one that Tommy would surely turn his nose up to, but she didn't care. It was all that she had, and she intended on drinking it.

A knock sounded off the door to her apartment when she was about a glass and a half in. With furrowed eyebrows, she stood from the chair and made her way over to it. "Who is it?" she called, confusion in her voice. Surely it must've been night by now...who'd be bothering her at this time?

"It's me," came the voice from the other side.

With a sigh, she undid the lock and twisted the knob, opening the door to reveal a drenched Tommy Shelby. "Is it raining?" she questioned upon taking in his attire.

"It is," he nodded, sounding slightly out of breath, "can I come in?" he asked her then, peering around her into the apartment.

"Why?" she asked him, not moving aside yet. She was still a little wary of him from the last time she saw him.

"Because I need to talk to you," he answered her, his voice showing the dire need he possessed at the moment. (Y/N) held his gaze for a moment longer before she silently nodded and stepped aside. Tommy took that as his go-ahead and walked into the apartment. Once he was through the threshold, (Y/N) shut the door and then turned to face him.

"What do you need to talk about?" she immediately got into it, her eyebrows on the cusp of raising as he turned back to face her once more. Before he could speak, however, her eyes widened at the sight of blood splattered on what looked to be a cloth wrapped around his chest. "What's happened to you?" she asked him, concern seeping into her expression.

"Kimber and his men came into Small Heath. He demanded we have a war, he shot me and then I killed him," he explained, his voice rather monotoned as he recounted what'd happened that day for the umpteenth time.

"Shot?" she questioned with wide eyes, taking a step forward and wanting to reach out and examine his wound before she caught herself and took a step back. "Are you ok?" she settled on asking him.

"Yes, I'm fine," he nodded his head, taking a deep breath then, "I wanted to come and talk to you," he then circled back around to his previous statement.

"Ok?" her response came out as a question, like she was asking for him to continue as she waited with an intent expression on her face. He took another deep breath and looked away from her, his eyes becoming fixated on the shelves filled with dishes to the right of them. "Tommy?" she questioned, becoming more confused as each second passed.

"Grace left," he told her, his eyes finding hers again after he spoke. (Y/N)'s jaw went slack at his statement, surprise surging through her body. "She...she was fuckin' spying on me, (Y/N). She was spying on me for Campbell."

"You're...you're kidding, Tommy," she finally spoke after her initial shock wore off, "please tell me that you're kidding."

"I'm not," he shook his head, hurt clear in his eyes, "Pol was the one who put the pieces together. I told her about our move on Kimber and she told Campbell every-fucking-thing that I told her," he explained more of his situation, his hands hooking onto his waist as he shook his head. He was still in shock from it all. "She's going to London. She told me to come with her. I flipped a coin, and it landed wrong."

"I can't believe this," (Y/N) said, her eyes still wide as her brain was going at a hundred miles a minute trying to process what he'd just told her. "Out of all the people, I just...wow. I can't believe you allowed her to get close to you and use you like that."

"The coin landed wrong for a reason, (Y/N)..." he trailed off, not responding to her shock at all. He then took a step closer to her, making her even more confused. "I'm supposed to stay here, in Small Heath. I'm supposed to be with you," he spoke with sincerity in his voice, his words shocking (Y/N) yet again.

Her eyes widened slightly as she tried to now process his statement, which had come from out of left field. Moments later, she began shaking her head. "No," she said while still shaking her head.

"No, what?" Tommy questioned, his eyebrows furrowing as confusion set in.

"You're not doing this, Tommy," she said, dropping her gaze to the floor.

"What am I doing?" there was a mixture of utter confusion and a notion of pleading in his voice. He had no idea what she was getting at, and she sighed as she realized that she was going to have to spell it out for him.

"I'm not just some backup plan, Tommy. I will not be the person you settle for just because you cannot have her. I won't, I won't do that..." she paused, breaking their gaze as she felt tears starting to well up in her eyes. She shook her head and blinked a few times, trying to keep the tears at bay before she took a deep breath. "I won't...not when I've spent my entire life loving you," she admitted then.

She stammered through her words at first, but her confession rang in Tommy's ears loud and clear. Her eyes widened as she realized what she'd just said, and it was enough for her to drop her gaze and leave him, walking over to rest herself against the back of the couch. Tommy stood, speechless in his spot, his mouth gaped slightly as he tried to make sense of what she'd just confessed to him.

"Can you please leave, Tommy?" she asked him after a few quiet moments had passed. Her gaze was trained on the floor. She couldn't bear to look at him after what she'd just said. "I need to be alone right now."

"(Y/N), I..."

"Please?" she cut him off, stressing the word as she looked up at him again with tear-filled eyes. It was taking all that she had to hold the tears in. She didn't want him to see her cry; didn't want him to then have a reason to swoop in and offer her a shoulder to cry on.

He stayed frozen in his spot for a few more moments before finally he nodded his head. "I'll go," he told her, then taking the few steps back over to the door. He opened it and then moved into the doorway before stopping and turning back to look at her one more time. "I will make this up to you, (Y/N)," he promised her before he exited the apartment and closed the door for good. The sound of the handle clicking was enough to allow (Y/N) to let all of her tears fall.

"Ada why do I need to wear this specific dress?" (Y/N) asked the woman who was sitting on the couch.

"Because I am deciding that it's finally time for you to get out of this place again and go experience a good time," Ada answered, picking at her nails before she glanced over at the woman holding the dress.

"I get out of this place a lot, thank you very much," (Y/N) countered, a bit of a dumbfounded expression on her face.

"But do you have a good time?" Ada questioned, her one eyebrow raised. (Y/N) pursed her lips and stayed mum at the ask. It'd been weeks since she allowed herself to go out and have a good time. Ada laughed slightly as she stood up and smoothed out her dress. "It's settled then...you and I are going into the city later. I'll be here at six with a driver to pick you up," she laid out the details of (Y/N)'s newly acquired plans.

"Oh...ok," (Y/N) was left with no other choice but to agree with them as she watched the other woman walk over to the apartment's door.

"I'll see you at six," Ada announced, sending one last smile before opening the door and leaving the apartment.

Once the door was shut again, (Y/N) let out a sigh. Why had she just agreed to going out? She still felt like she didn't have it in her, everything that happened with Tommy still fresh in her mind even though it happened a few weeks ago. God, why did she have to foolishly admit her feelings to him? She sighed at that thought as well.

The day passed too quickly for (Y/N)'s liking, and soon enough, she was fixing her hair in the mirror, hoping that the simple pin-back she did would go well with the royal blue dress she was wearing.

When the clock chimed at six, she took a deep breath and grabbed her purse. She deemed herself ready to go after looking in the mirror across the room one last time.

Her jaw went slack when she saw what was waiting for her outside of her apartment. "Where's Ada, Tommy? Are you driving us?" she began asking the man that was leaning up against the black car questions. An indescribable feeling began filling her as she was unable to tear her eyes away from the man she hadn't seen in weeks (which was because she'd been actively avoiding him).

Tommy grinned at her confusion. The plan that Ada set into place had obviously worked. "I'm taking you into the city," he told her once she had stopped where he was standing. He pushed himself off of the car before he opened the passenger's side door. With furrowed eyebrows, (Y/N) accepted his invitation into the car. Immediately, she twisted around to see if Ada was sitting in the back, but she was met with an empty seat.

"Where's Ada?" she questioned him again once he'd entered the car through the driver's side door.

"It'll be just us going into the city," Tommy responded, starting the car before he promptly pulled off.

"Tommy," she sighed, staring down at her lap as the pieces were coming together to show her just how she had gotten sucked into this predicament.

"Let me make this up to you," he said to her, removing his eyes from the road to briefly glance in her direction.

(Y/N) immediately knew what 'this' meant without even asking him to elaborate. She pursed her lips and looked out at the road again, a swarm of questions swirling through her head now. Carefully, she chose the one she felt was the most important to ask: "You're not just doing this to forget about her, are you?" she said her words softly, almost like she didn't want him to hear them.

But he heard them loud and clear. "Forget about who?" was his response, and he ended it by looking over at her with a serious expression on his face.

(Y/N) sucked in a breath as she tried to ground herself and not go too much into her head. This is just a day in the city, she thought to herself. "So this is a date then?" her mouth wanted to believe the complete opposite.

A hint of a grin formed on Tommy's face at her question. "If you want it to be," he left the ball in her court, nodding his head to the side slightly as he kept focused on the road. (Y/N) only pursed her lips at his answer, unable to give her thoughts on the events that had transpired because it was clear to her that she was in two different mindsets within herself.

The rest of the ride into the city was a quiet one, and it was only when Tommy parked the car and walked around to open her door that he spoke again: "lemme help you out," he mumbled, offering his hand to her. She took it, then sliding her body out from the passenger's side seat and sending him a gracious smile. Tommy shut the door and tossed the keys to the valet man before he offered his arm to (Y/N). She glanced down at his gesture before hooking hers with it so that he could lead her to the doors of the fancy establishment. "Figured we'd get ourselves a nice dinner," he commented on the upper class establishment as they entered it and were immediately taken back to a table.

“This is a nice place, Tommy,” (Y/N) commented as she looked around the dining room, seeing the many other couples that were busy conversing and eating fine cuisine.

“Only the best for you, love,” he sent her a grin, one that made her cheeks heat up. Quickly, she attempted to hide it with the glass of wine that had been poured for her, but she knew Tommy had seen her reaction.

They talked about nothing in particular as they waited for their food to be served. Once it was, Tommy couldn’t help but keep his eyes focused on (Y/N) rather than bother with his food.

“What?” (Y/N) questioned him once she noticed that he’d been looking at her.

“Nothing,” Tommy shook his head, taking a sip of his whiskey.

She took his word and looked back down at her plate. As she was beginning to cut off another piece of her food, she felt his eyes on her once more. “Why’re you staring at me, Tommy?” she questioned him again, her voice holding no accusatory tone. It was merely just her curiosity getting the better of her.

“I was uh, remembering...” he paused, clearing his throat as he waved his one hand in the air like it would help him find the words he wanted to say, “I was remembering the times we spent together.”

“Oh yeah?” (Y/N) leaned forward slightly with intrigue dancing in her eyes, “the good, or the bad?”

“The good, of course,” Tommy responded, a grin on his face as he leaned in closer as well, “I was thinking about that time when you sucker punched that man for looking at you funny...after he went on for minutes about drinkin’ at the bar alone, it was the stupid look on his face that did him in,” he recalled, laughing to himself after telling the story.

(Y/N) also laughed at the memory. “I may have had a little too much in me that night,” she said as a blush covered her cheeks and she looked down at her plate in a bashful manner.

“No,” Tommy shook his head as he paused for a moment, “or maybe you did because you kissed me in the snug later on,” he then added, his words making (Y/N)’s eyes quickly snap up to meet his.

“You remembered that?” she asked him, her eyes now wide with shock.

“‘Course I did...” Tommy paused and leaned back in his seat, “won’t ever forget something like that.”

“Well you should,” (Y/N) started, a slight frown on her face, “because it was probably terrible.”

Tommy shook his head at that, “no...not terrible in the slightest.” His eyes met hers then, his gaze so intense she was able to feel it in her bones.

A momentary silence fell over the both of them then, the only sounds being the clinking of silverware off of plates. Then (Y/N) decided to speak again: “what else do you have planned for tonight?”

“I figured we’d go to the pictures. Then maybe have a walk by the canal...it’s much nicer than the one back in Small Heath,” he laid out his plans for them, his final comment making (Y/N) laugh slightly. As she dared to look up at him again, a feeling that she’d never felt before found its way inside of her. She nodded in response to his words, deciding that maybe it’d be good to go along with what he had planned.

After a calming walk and a thought-provoking movie, (Y/N) and Tommy arrived back at her apartment. He played the role of gentleman and made sure to walk her up to her apartment’s door on the second floor.

“Thank you for tonight, Tommy,” she said before she went to unlock her door, “I had a really lovely time.”

“I’m happy you enjoyed yourself,” Tommy nodded slightly, a smile playing on his lips as his eyes locked with hers. They stood in silence for a few moments before he asked what had been on his mind since they’d arrived at her building, “does this get me a second date?”

(Y/N)’s eyes widened at his sudden question. She was a bit taken back by it, but she couldn’t stop the smile from forming on her face. “I think it does,” she then gave him the answer he was waiting for.

The grin broke full onto his features as he heard what her answer was. Within seconds of hearing it, he was leaning in closer to her. (Y/N), realizing what he was doing, was able to place her hands against either side of his neck, effectively stopping him before he could match his lips to hers. He exhaled a disappointed grunt before asking, “what was that for?” while his breath fanned against her lips.

“I only kiss on fourth dates, Tommy,” she told him, a smile present in her words before she leaned in and pressed a teasing kiss to his cheek; closer in location to the corner of his lips than to his earlobe.

Her smile was still present as she stepped back from him and dropped her hold completely. Nothing else was said as she unlocked her door, opened it, and stepped inside.

Her smile widened as she thought about the events of the night. If Tommy Shelby truly wanted her, he’d have to work for it and show her that she wasn’t part of some backup plan. She had a pretty good feeling that he would.

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Jerry asks #1

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Concept: I've put multiple asks into one post to avoid too much loose posts on my account! This way, you have more to read too<3 Warnings: yandere

Ok I must know how would jerry react if her s/o got a cat name tom so when the day comes her s/o just goes tom, jerry get over here

She'd want to smack you in the back of the neck. She has had enough of your 'funny pranks'.

"You think you're really funny, don't you?" she'd mutter with her arms crossed. "Such a clever litte thing, aren't you? Rename the cat or get rid of it. As long as you look at me as a joke, baby, I will treat you like one. Deal?"

If you laughed, you'd get the sternest gaze right back at you.

just read cat & mouse and wow I’m officially a Jerry simp

Good, me too >:)

In the Silas V Jerry debate it's Jerry 1000000% I love a hot murderous woman! Will we see more of her?

Hahahah same, jerry is the best<3333 there will 100% be more with Jerry!!

I wonder… what would happen if Jerry ever became the boss? Is Silas her boss or are they from two different mafias?

The only reason why Jerry isn't the boss is because if she was, she'd have so much more work to do. She's lazy and wants to drink. But if she was the boss, she'd get her gang in so much trouble because she's not having a consequense thinking. She'll do what she wants and deal with the trouble later.

I haven't specified if Silas is her boss, that's up for you to interpret ;)

I love Jerry so much! I was actually scrolling through some reels on YouTube and come across a "Sigma Girl" reel by CRAZY GREAPA that for some reason reminded me so much of how I imagine Jerry in my head when I read your writing. Specifically this one: https://youtu.be/C-G_pHgQE3g I thought I'd share it with you just cause lol

omg yes i've seen her!!! i really like her lmao. She's a bit to the image I see her as too!!

Okay so we see jerry with the talkative and affectionate reader but what about everyone else? Like how would they react when reader goes from super affectionate to absolutely 0% snuggle

She'll be confused about your sudden change, but will try to give you what you need. If you suddenly want her gone, she'll move away but don't you worry, she will be back soon. She hasn't had enough and if you think that you can control Jerry then you're wrong.

"I left you alone for ten minutes. Ten minutes are a lot of time. Open your arms now so I can hug you, i'm not asking."

Sorry to bother but in the ask where reader becomes quiet and unaffectionate you mentioned jerry being wrong, do you mean as in she knows she was wrong to treat reader in that way?

asks it's referring to

Yes, she feels bad about it, but won't admit it. She'll try to shift the blame to you, saying that "You shouldn't have annoyed me" and "it's not my fault I snapped" but deep inside she knows she shouldn't ever shout at you. She loves to hear you talk about everything and nothing at the same time. She has too much of an ego to apologize.

I need more jerry content 😭😭Imagine when jerry kidnaps her s/o the s/o decided to be smart and play along with her for a couple of years. The trust is built and yada yada yada. And then one day jerry comes home and see that s/o is gone. At first she wouldn’t think anything of it bc she has trust in them but then realizes (pretty quickly) that they aren’t coming back…Also, Jerry s/o and Silas s/o play dates?

Poor Jerry. She doesn't get stressed-stressed often, but when she realises that you're actually gone, she'll be scared. But don't worry, she won't waste time, she'll go out look for you.

and yes, playdates for days.

I want jerry to suffocate me😁😁

same :,)