#i cant even cry i just feel so empty yet overwhelmed i want it all to just stop i cant keep up cant do it anymore idk how

[mikobeautifulheart]

4 Depression - Nanami

TW: Mentions of death, depression, suicide, starvation, attempted suicide and over dose. ('lill bitta angst)

Nanami sat silently in the empty train cart, head hung low and hands clasped tightly together. Today was another tough overtime mission. He wanted nothing more then to go home and see you, just hold you for hours on end.

The only thing left on his mind was how distant you had become. Last night you had fallen asleep, nothing in the fridge, nothing on the stove. It was like an empty apartment. He was going to talk to you about it but he had to leave early that morning so he resorted to talking to you that night.

The train stops and he walks out into the empty station. It was strange how everything was deserted. An oddly quiet day.

He continued to walk home exhausted and finaly turned the door knob into your apartment.

He breathed a sigh of relief until he noticed you on the dinning room floor, chest shallowly moving.

He rushes over to your side, propping you up on his knee. He gently pushes you hair out of your face before looking at your eyes with worry.

"Y/n what happened? What did you do?" He said

You slowly and shakily put your arm up, pointing to the empty yellow bottle of anti-depressants on the table.

"I want to wake up Kento, this dream is to lonely now." Your hand dropped to the ground causing a thud.

"Y/n, this isn't isn't dream! You need help." He reaches into his pocket to get his phone and call the emergency number.

"I want to die Ken, save me." You whispered as your eyelids got heavier.

"Hello? Hello? Why is no one picking up!?" He frustratedly throws the phone to the ground as you grasp onto his shirt collar.

"Kento I want to see you again." You finally mumble.

"Then you need to live Y/N I'll drive you to the hospital just hold on-"

"no" You whispered, breath slipping out your lips.

"No don't do this y/n, I need you, you can't leave me."

"I'll see you soon. After all i'm sure you've been waiting for me." You said before gasping at a sudden sharpness in your chest.

"Y/N! WHAT DO YOU MEAN? WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS?" He said trying to wipe his tears with his shirt sleve.

"Kento you left me. You left me in Shibuya alone. Did you mean it?"

"Y/n what are you talking about, wha-" He looks at his right hand, the skin is red and peeled. Burnt.

He goes to run his hand through his hair, none on the right side. What?

Oh. That's right. The last thing he saw was Yuji, standing there helplessly. He could remember feeling everything at once, not even blinking twice.

"Itadori, tell my wife I'll wait for her and...you got it from here."

Then the sounds of the train going over the rails. It was strange now, he dosen't remember his last mission, how he got on the train, how he left the house this morning.

"Can you- see me right now" he paused and looked down at you.

You weren't responding anymore.

He felt sick to his stomach, what had he done. He buried his face in your neck overwhelmed with...sadness.

"Don't cry anynore Kento, we're finally together again!" You said.

He felt hands gently press on his shoulders urging him to look behind him. But he didn't.

"I-i killed you y/n. Your dead because of me...I'm sorry" He let out a shakey breath.

"Why would you kill yourself because of me? What about every one you leave behind?" He said still holding your corpse.

"You didn't kill me Ken, I was all the time without you. As for everyone else, there's a few letters on the table explaining my death, will and wishes. All I want is to be here with you" you said wrapping your arms around the back of his neck, loke you didn't just kill yourself.

"No."

"No?" You said confused and the sudden change in deminour.

"Yoh don't die here, not yet. Listen to me y/n no matter how lonley you are or how bad you feel you cant do this...not to yourself or anyone." He sighed hugging your body closer to his.

"What are you talking about Ken, whats done is done. I told you at your funeral I'll never love again. My world has ended, this is the happiness I was looking for."

"I love you y/n, now live to the fullest teach those kids something and...don't die yet."

You woke up on the floor again. Tears filling your eyes. God damn it, you were so close.

"I miss you Kento." You slung your arm over your face.

"I miss you to, but until then." He said before walking off on the beach shore sighing in relife.

THANK YOU FOR READING ♡

AUTHOURS NOTE: This is appart of my 5 stages of greife series, part 4 obvi. Only one more part to go (acceptance with Yuji) and then this will all be over. Thanks for reading and have a good whatever time.

(Edit: If you wanted a happier ending you should have read this fic)

[delphi-dreamin]

Asmo x Delphi x Luci drabble

Just some smut I'd been working on for a while. Finally finished it and thought I'd share!

Warnings: Threesome, slight (resolved) cucking, (basically does what it says on the tin)

The fingers in her mouth do next to nothing to keep the desperate moans from escaping her throat as Asmo slips inside her. His mouth is beside her ear, whispering for her to “Be quiet, darling. Do you want to wake Lucifer up?”

He chuckles softly, “You do, don’t you? Delphi, you naughty thing!”

Every hot breath, every brush of his lips against her feverish skin, sends a shiver down her spine. She arches back into him involuntarily, whimpering around his fingers and the saliva trailing from the corners of her lips. She feels molten, like she’ll dissolve into a puddle if she can’t release the tension coiling within her. Her heart thuds in her chest, loud enough she's sure that, if her whimpers and moans don’t wake the eldest, her heartbeat will.

Asmo’s thrusts are slow and deliberate, stroking her walls exactly where she likes, and he presses kisses onto the throbbing pulse in her neck. It makes her head spin and fireworks burst in her chest. She’s so close, all she needs is just a little push…

“I hope you didn’t think you were being quiet.”

Delphi’s heart catches in her throat, her face burning with embarrassment. She tries to pull away, to shrink in on herself, but Asmo holds her firmly in place. One of her legs is thrown over his hip, one arm holding it in place, and his other arm snakes across her chest, keeping her from curling her own arms around her chest. She can see Lucifer’s crimson irises glowing subtly in the dark, watching as he very deliberately takes in her compromising position.

Asmo nibbles at her earlobe before giggling, “Busted!”

Ruby meets rosy gold over her shoulder, and though she can’t see it, she can hear Lucifer’s smile when he says, “Don’t stop on my account.”

She feels large, cool hands spread over her belly as those hypnotizing eyes draw closer. She watches with heavy-lidded eyes until she can feel his breath fan over her cheeks. As they flutter closed, she hears him chuckle darkly, “Someone hasn’t finished yet.”

Asmo’s fingers leave her lips mere moments before Lucifer claims them, a cry escaping her as the twin sensations of Lucifer’s searing kiss and Asmo’s deep thrusts overwhelm her senses. She’s dimly aware of Lucifer shifting closer, his large palms flattening and smoothing over her stomach. They ignite sparks everywhere they touch, traveling lower until finally, with a dark chuckle, his fingertips brush the puffy bundle of nerves at her core.

Lucifer greedily swallows every moan and whimper that she releases as his fingers work to bring her closer and closer to the cliff’s edge of her bliss. He moves in time with Asmo’s thrusts, lazy though they are, and every stroke leaves her shaking and crying for more. She writhes between them, canting her hips and trying to press into his touch, and even in the dark of the Devildom night, Lucifer can see the tears brimming in her violet eyes. Just a little more.

Her orgasm explodes within her, starbursts dancing behind her eyelids and fire coursing through her veins. She tosses her head back and cries out as her hips rock and legs shake. Her eye fly open when she feels the delicious burn of Lucifer’s lips on his pact mark, the magic shooting through her and intensifying every move, every drag of Asmo’s length against her walls.

It takes the breath from her lungs and whites out her vision, and by the time Asmo’s warmth floods through her, she doesn’t think she can feel any more. She feels like she’s floating when the tremors finally stop and Asmo withdraws, shivering at the sudden feeling of emptiness.

“Good girl,” Lucifer rumbles as she finally stills, shifting his hands to her hips and pulling her to him. She whimpers when he lifts her leg over his hip and he chuckles, “You didn’t think you were done, did you, love?”

She wordlessly allows him to lift her leg and drape it over his hip. The fat tip of his cock prods at her entrance, gathering the mixed fluids there until he glides into her in one smooth thrust. Even with Asmo having worked her open, Lucifer is still a stretch, and she groans when he’s fully seated inside her.

His movements are slow and deliberate, brushing her sweet spot with every stroke. She keens in his arms, unable and unwilling to hold in the sounds of pleasure bubbling up from her chest. It’s overwhelming and glorious, the feeling of him twitching inside her, the rub of his pelvis against hers as he builds her back to that peak of bliss.

Asmo's mouth finds her neck, kissing and nipping at the spots that make her skin prickle and her head spin. He tweaks her nipples, rolling them between his nimble fingers until she’s whimpering, begging for release.

Another wordless look passes between the brothers and Lucifer is gripping her leg tighter and slamming into her with force as Asmo sinks his fangs into her neck. She comes unraveled with a sharp cry, her vision blurring and tears streaming down her hot cheeks as she clamps down on Lucifer’s thick shaft. She feels him twitching inside her, then his hot release fills her, coating her gummy walls with sticky white.

She feels the pull of sleep tugging her down into its warm embrace as she nestles herself between her loves. In the tangle of arms and legs and wings, blankets and silk sheets, she allows herself to drift away into peaceful oblivion.

Taglist: @sassykattery @bite-sized-devil @sparkbeast20 @kyungjoon-do @attic-club-sandwich @consolationblog @rensphilia @yourboyhack @flemmingbamse @syren201

[borathae]

Hi sibi first off this is the greatest blog ever you got me hooked on this app

My first read was "pegged" and now I cant stop

Also I don't know if this is too much but I'm looking for sincere advice and I saw that you're a demnnisexual just like me and thought you seem to know so much about about intimacy

Ok so I've never ever been in a serious relationship like I'm turning 26 soon and all my twenties I didnt take guys seriously because I was hyper focused on my education and kinda like never entertained empty flings but I had casual boyfriends and failed talking stages and never have I been fully intimate with anyone like I fooled around but never had full blown sex and lately I feel like I regret it because all my friends are comfortable expressing their sexuality and I'm just an awkward blob and it's not cute anymore at 26 to be so hyper independent and have never fallen in love or been intimate and I feel like the more I wait for that special connection the more I'll become like undesirable like I even considered just losing my virginity to stranger on tinder just to get on with it... like it's what the dating game is about where I live at least (huge metropolitan city)

But I know for a fact, due to past trauma that if I have casual sex with someone it will mess me up... like I talked about this with my sister I remember my first boyfriend at 17 was sooooo pushy about so many things and didnt consider consent like it was foreign to me and I think that added more but like sibi I'm so touch deprived its incredible I cry sometimes at night because I wanna belong to someone and share an awesome thing like sex with them but somehow I feel like it's not in the books for me...

Like should I just loosen up and just be more spontaneous maybe something good will come out of it if I hook up with a guy or just stick to what's comfortable

I fear that this blockage of physical expression will defer guys away from me and even good guys sometimes find me confusing because I flirt so straight fowardly but then when it's the first physical touch my body is just panicking my sister says its stored trauma but I honestly dkkk

I cried so much when jakay said he deserves to find an epic love because that's what I want for myself but it's hard I've worked on myself for aaaaaaall my twenties, got the ivy league degree, finally found how to cope with my chronic ilness and travelled to the wildest places, made awesome friends from all over and did the coolest shit and yet something as simple as sex seems like a mountain to me...

I'm so sorry to dump this on you but I just read jaykays part and it made me wanna ask you about your experience in demisexuality, does it feel crazy and lonely at times? ... my friends are either girl loosen up it's not that Deep or just wait for marriage (which Is hell no to me for marriage as a whole)

the aaol story is making me revisit some terrible versions of the past I just had to come and write this I'm sorry if its too much for you you can consider that ths is just a post to reccomend how touching and deep your stories can go and take the compliment and not answer the rest

But yeah

Have a lovely day from the bottom of my heart

First of all, thank you so much!! I'm so happy that you enjoy my lil stories so much! Truly it means the world to me 💜

And second of all, I am not the greatest in giving advice as I am often overwhelmed by things easily in my own life so I often don't know what to tell other people as I seriously sometimes have no idea what a person should do in certain situations fadsfah but I am trying to do my best here.

Ok so I've never ever been in a serious relationship like I'm turning 26 soon and all my twenties I didnt take guys seriously because I was hyper focused on my education and kinda like never entertained empty flings

First of all. This is perfectly normal! I also haven't had a proper relationship in years, nor proper sex. And I know many of my friends, who are all in either our age group or a little older, who didn't have both or one of those things either!! You are not alone and it is more common then you think!

it's not cute anymore at 26 to be so hyper independent and have never fallen in love or been intimate and I feel like the more I wait for that special connection the more I'll become like undesirable

It doesn't make you undesirable and if a person makes you feel like you should be then they are an asshole and should not be in your life. Also again, it is more normal than you think to not have been in love with 26! 26 is so, so young still!

I even considered just losing my virginity to stranger on tinder just to get on with it

No. Just no. Don't do that. Seriously don't.

Like should I just loosen up and just be more spontaneous maybe something good will come out of it if I hook up with a guy or just stick to what's comfortable

Again. No. Don't do it. It's going to end in you being even more scared of sex or worse in traumatising you. While I think that it is great if you want to try going out of your comfort zone, sex should not be included in that. Sex is something deeply emotional and personal and you should not force yourself to "go through with it" just to fit into some fucked-up, oldschool social standard. Please stay comfortable my love, you deserve to be comfortable!

I fear that this blockage of physical expression will defer guys away from me and even good guys sometimes find me confusing because I flirt so straight fowardly but then when it's the first physical touch my body is just panicking my sister says its stored trauma but I honestly dkkk

If a guy gets upset in any kind of way at you wanting to take the topic of sex slower then he is a cunt and should not be in your life. The good guys, the right guy, will be patient and will wait for you until you feel ready. You wouldn't pressure a man into sleeping with you either, would you? So expect the same for the man.

I wanna ask you about your experience in demisexuality, does it feel crazy and lonely at times?

No it doesn't and you should stop seeing demisexuality as a burden. Demisexuality is a sexuality like any other sexuality and you shouldn't think that something is "wrong" with you because of it. Like you don't see a heterosexual person going around saying "mhhm something's wrong me" you know? 💀😂 So don't do that to yourself either!

You need an emotional connection for sex. So what? You want emotional stability for sex. Yeah and? You don't like one night stands and hook ups because they scare you. Yeah, have a problem with that? Just the thought of doing it with someone who doesn't even truly know you or you don't know them gives you the ick. Yeah it does, so what about it?

Demisexuality is not wrong. It's not a burden. And it's not something you should be ashamed of. It's literally just how you enjoy sex and sexual intimacy, nothing more and nothing less.

I hope this could help you in any kind of way! If I sounded harsh, it wasn't intented to sound harsh afdshf and I love you lots and lots and wish you all the best 💜

[imastrangeone98]

Sharing is Caring

(A/N: ahhh delicious. I've been mulling over this one for quite a while)

WARNING: smut. Threesome- at least, my interpretation of a threesome. That is all...I think

Also I'm still not used to writing in reader perspective. Give me a few tries and hopefully I'll get used to it

You can't exactly pin down when exactly your relationship with the two brothers began to change.

They were slow, subtle changes: the way Diluc would press each knuckle of your hand to his lips in greeting; the way Kaeya insisted on walking you home every night after work, his hand pressed tightly to your hip.

But of course, as with all things associated with them, you learn to take it in stride. After all, both of these men have greater things in mind than a simple maid such as yourself.

All you can do is continue being there for them, as you've always done.

...You just didn't quite expect this.

"I said not to squirm, didn't I?" Diluc grumbles, pinning your hands above your head as he roughly slams his hips into yours. A hoarse moan erupts from your lips, and he chuckles breathlessly. "Writhing little thing, aren't you?"

"Maybe she's just dissatisfied with your performance," Kaeya coldly teases from the side, stepping forward to place a cool hand on your forehead. "Maybe she wants a real fucking-"

"Back off." The redhead's tone turns venomous, and he drapes himself over you possessively, swatting the other's hand away. "We already agreed: I get her first."

And with that, he sets a more vigorous pace, the wet slap of skin meeting skin growing louder, and the smell of sex strong in your nose. His grip on your wrists tighten, and through the dizzying haze of your pleasure, you feel mildly disappointed that you can't run a hand through his silky hair.

You writhe in his grip, trying to slide a hand free, when he suddenly stops moving.

"What are you doing?" he asks, pressing against you, forcing his cock deeper. "Squirming again?" His lips curl in that salacious smirk you haven't gotten used to. "Looks like you need to be taught a lesson in staying still, love."

You try to answer that you just want to feel him, just want to run your fingers through his hair like you used to when you were kids, when your mouth turns dry at his cock brushing against your sweet spot.

"It's alright; we'll work on it, won't we?"

When he kisses you, he kisses like he'll never get a chance again: hot lips and tongue clashing, saying all the words he can never bring himself to utter:

I love you. I need you. Choose me.

“Fuck,” he curses, burying his face in the crook of your neck. “Do you... have any idea... how long I-!" He gasps, hips stuttering, hot cum flooding inside you as your vision is dotted with spots of multicolor.

The two of you cling to each other, panting and basking in the fiery afterglow of your shared orgasms. Diluc sighs in bliss, releasing your wrists and rubbing soothing circles onto your skin.

Staring up at him, through your rose-tinted eyes, he looks so beautiful. Unable to help yourself, you reach out and finally, finally, you play with a stray lock of hair. You cant help but smile dreamily at him, moving to now stroke his cheek.

With a hum, he leans into your touch, eyes closed. And you know, in the back of your pleasure-addled mind, that this is a big show of trust.

"I..." he stammers, and your eyes widen at his uncharacteristic shyness. "I love..."

"Alright, that's enough," you hear Kaeya mutter. The air suddenly feels chilly, and Diluc is pushed away from you. The feeling of his cock slipping out of your hole feels strange, and you're left feeling unbearably empty.

"Bastard," Diluc hisses as he collapses on his chair. You feel your cheeks redden as you catch a glimpse of his cock, still glistening with your juices.

"You've had your turn, dear brother," is Kaeya's response. "It's only fair now that I get mine."

Cool hands slide underneath you, and you're lifted into the air and into the blue-haired brother's tight embrace. Icy eyes stare deep into your teary ones, still glazed from your orgasmic pleasure.

"And you are mine, right, dear (Y/N)?" he whispers, his nose brushing against yours.

Before you can tell him that you've always belonged to him, to both of them, he sits you down on his lap, fingers lazily tapping at your soaked folds.

"How sloppy," Kaeya muses, leisurely scooping out some of the cum leaking out of you. "Let's get this out-"

"Don't you dare," Diluc's voice interrupts, sharp as the blade he wields. "That stays in."

He huffs behind you, his breath warm against your neck. "Alright. I guess I'll just have to fuck it out instead."

He carefully lifts you just a bit, and you feel what can only be his hardened cock slip inside you. A hiss escapes your lips at the sudden overstimulation, but it doesn't ease as he begins to roll his hips.

"Damn, so tight." He grabs your thighs and spreads them apart, and your cheeks redden at the exposure of your lewd acts. The obscene squelching was enough to make you try to bury your face in Kaeya's shoulder.

"Don't hide," Diluc calls out. "I want to see you."

"Oh, is our princess too shy?" Kaeya coos, tilting your chin and forcing you to gaze deep into his starry eye. He gives you a playful grin. "And to think you were moaning like a wanton harlot just minutes earlier."

His knees bounce you up and down on his length. Tears well up in your eyes at the overwhelming stimulation, and you whimper and claw at his wrist, just wanting to find something, anything, that'll help you stay grounded to reality.

"C- can't..." you finally manage to stammer. "T- too much...!"

"Oh, no. I think you have one more in you," he hisses in your ear. He sounds strained, as if he's holding back his own release through sheer willpower alone. "Come on, dear. Don't hold out on me now~"

Cold fingers press hard against your clit, and you scream as shockwaves ripple through you n what would hopefully be your last orgasm of the night.

You haven't even realized you were crying until you feel warm lips press against your eyelids.

"Look what you've done," Diluc murmurs, but you can't fully understand him through your foggy head. "You made a mess of her."

"It's not my fault she's so tempting," Kaeya pants behind you. You feel a cold finger tenderly stroking your cheek, and despite the slight chill his skin brings, it still feels incredibly comforting. With a relieved sigh, you lean into his touch.

Sleep is already nestling in your bones, and your eyes droop. You feel yourself being pulled into a world of dreams, full of red- and blue-haired men.

You don't notice how you're tucked into a bed, silken sheets pulled to your chin, surrounded by a strange yet relaxing mix of heat and cold.

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A/N: I'm bad at this. I'm really bad at this

[effervescentdragon]

brain is melting right now but like, what do you think of the fact that dior probably never knew that elwing survived

:feeding the brain ice cube by cube slowly while fanning you with those huge palm leaves:

ahahahah wow i never thought about that thank you love i wanna fucking scream now? you know im more focused on finweans in general but wow this is another way the professor likes to fuck us up i stg is there even one happy end story there? i adore the texts and i understand all the fucking nuance and hope and all that shit i get it i stg, and i appreciate it, i really do, and i dont appreciate empty happy ends, but sometimes the amount of tragedy thats packed into silm is like. okay bear with me, so, basically its like very reflective of real life. the amount of tragic stories ive heard over just the past 5 days, being here at the countryside and talking to bffs parents' friends and relatives is. overwhelming if i allow myself to think about it in depth. and yet in spite of that people just. go on and live and laugh and remember and dont ruminate endlessly. and time is so precious, and it just makes me think on how it would be if we had infinite time. I write about that a lot, immortality and the amount of grief infinite time brings and the way those feelings are processed or not processed (bcs of all of my life in the past year and a half mostly), how theyre dulled and maybe covered by the patina of time and distance and it just makes me want to cry sometimes?

i. i am emotionally compromised about father-daughter stories of loss. so i wrote all this so that i didnt have to think about how a father would feel knowing his daughter was lost to him. sorry. i just cant, not at the moment.

i love you ad infinitum tho <3

[dr4kenlvr]

hheeeyyyy I love your writing and I too am suffering from reiner brain rot. Can you please write a little something like reiner wakes up in the middle of the night and starts apologizing for being a bad boyfriend and you reassure and comfort him and then have cuddles. Ilysm and if you cant write that's totally cool <333333

"you already do.”

pairing: reiner braun x gn!reader

genre: fluff, comfort

a/n: thank you for your kind words! i loved writing this, i hope you enjoy reading it as much as i enjoyed writing it <3 ilym!!!!

four am.

the clock tauntingly ticks towards the next hour. damn clock, reiner curses. he feels himself shift increasingly every minute. he’s asleep—barely—but he can feel his mind fall in and out of it. every now and then he’ll change positions, adjust his pillow, or push the blanket away. but what ever he does, reiner just can’t seem to get a full night’s sleep. he’s careful not to wake you, sleeping soundly next to him that he’s almost jealous.

ah, jealous. what does he feel? jealously— not really. envy— definitely not. anger— at himself sure, but deep down reiner knows what it is he’s experiencing. he’s doubtful— of almost everything. himself, his future, but nowadays he finds himself pondering about his relationship with you.

reiner’s eyes open for the umpteenth time that night. but this time, they stay open.

reiner glances at the clock on the bedside table: ten past four. sighing, he turns back at you: your chest heaves gently with each breath coming from your lips, lashes fluttered and cheeks pink. he smiles, but his overwhelming thoughts contort it into a frown. he turns himself to the side so he’s face to face with you. gently, reiner cups your face with one hand, thumb mindlessly caressing your cheek. his emotions pour out.

with teary eyes, he sees you melt into his touch, unconsciously rubbing your cheek against his rough palm.

“m’ sorry,” reiner whimpers. he closes his eyes, letting the tears stream down his face and wet his pillow. “i don’t deserve someone like you.. you should be with someone better than me.” he continues to silently weep.

suddenly, he feels a warm sensation blossom across his face. he gasps, eyes opening and peering at you. you’re awake now, eyes cascading with worry. you carefully wipe at his tears, small touches filled with so much love that reiner almost forgets his answer to your question: “love, what’s making you cry?”

reiner grimaces as he tries to formulate a coherant answer. almost embarrased that you caught him in such a vulnerable state. minutes pass, but you never stop the soothing strokes against his cheek. “you can tell me anything, reiner. and you can take all the time you need.” you place a small kiss on his forehead.

the gesture seems to help him, because he feels the tension in his head disperse. he opens his mouth to speak, but stops himself. then he finally says, “i just wanted to apologize.. i suppose”.

“what ever for?” you say, confusion evident in your tone. you really had no clue.

he musters himself to look you in the eyes, you deserve at least that, he thinks. “you’re an amazing person. full of amazing qualities. gabi loves you, mom loves you, hell, even zeke. but it’s because they’re able to recognize just how perfect you are. yet, you’re with someone like me—” reiner pauses.

you let him compose himself.

“—... a murderer, a liar, a low life for god’s sake.” he takes another breath, “what i’m saying, is that i’m a bad boyfriend. i could never, ever, no matter how many years, try to show you the love that you’ve shown me. i- i’m just not capable of it... i’m sorry.” he drifts off in thought, eyes lowered once again.

“oh reiner,” you sniffle.

his head snaps up, you’re— crying? what ever for?

“you could never try to show me love— because you already do.” you tell him.

reiner feels like he’s been slapped in the face with your words. he stares at you in awe. did you really feel that way? of course you did, he thought. you always showed him unconditional love that it was almost unbelievable. and you never asked him for more than he gave. god, you are perfect, reiner thought.

“you’re perfect,” reiner says after a minute or so. stunned, you giggle at the sudden comment.

“rei, i love you so, so much. and nothing you do—or don’t do—could change that.” you say, moving closer towards him. his warmth practically radiated off him and you grin ear to ear. reiner lets you do as you please when you entangle your limbs with his; wrapping your arms across his neck and your legs around his. he returns the gesture; legs interwining with yours and arms wrapping around your waist, squeezing gently.

reiner realizes now, that he has stopped crying. he no longer feels that empty pit inside of him, angerily taunting him of his unworthiness of you and all you provide. he feels... complete.

“thank you, for loving me the way you do. i’d never be here without you.” reiner says quietly. you wouldn’t have heard it if you weren’t pushed against him the way you are.

you gently shush him, “never thank me for something like that, only thank yourself for making it so far.”

it’s nearing 5 am now, and the clock no longer tauntingly ticks, but rather— it ticks as a melody. a melody of time, reminding reiner that in this very moment, he is loved and loving. he would never ask for more.

[bigbrainblue]

19th birthday

It was late.

you don’t know how late, but late enough that you hadn’t heard a car pass in well over 20 minutes, the only light around was from the distance street lamps and the reflection of the moon on the ocean that stood before you. the only sound coming from the crickets in the hills, occasional wave crashing, and your own shallow breath. 

currently you were sat on a beach. alone.

it was your birthday, you had come to the beach from your birthday party. a party to celebrate the day you were born 19 years ago. 

the party was fine, but there sure as hell were a lot of people, way more than you would have liked

you knew people there, sure, but a good portion of the party was people you've never even heard of, just coming for a party and the booze. 

you had arrived with your friends, a lot of them actually, you had just managed to lose them all one by one slowly as the night grew longer and as your vison started to blur.

the people you came with were your friends, Niki, will, toby, tom, clay, George, nick, and Alex. 

you were having fun, drinking, walking around, socializing. but soon it became too much.

the drinking had made you obsess over every thought that came into your head.

you decided to take a break, have some fresh air, and now here you are. on a beach. alone. at night.

one of the thoughts your brain wouldn’t let go was about Alex, the boy you’ve known since junior year of Highschool. you two met when you decided to do a foreign exchange year in Mexico. it just so happened to be that the parents that decided to host you for a school year also were the parents of a teenage boy the same age as you, with straight black hair that stuck to the back of his neck and with freckles scattered around his face. over the next 9 months you guys became best friends, never leaving each others sides.

you didn't know it then, but you had fallen in love with this boy, this amazing beautiful smart caring boy. 

but eventually you had to go home, but you guys never stopped talking.

Alex eventually started posting videos on YouTube, and not long after, streaming on twitch as well.

you watched him gain fame as you supported him at the sidelines, cheering him along the way.

at some point he convinced you to do it too. you spent long nights on calls with him, helping you set up your streams and giving you ideas for new YouTube videos. 

with the help of Alex, you started to gain fame too, even passing him at one point.

through streaming and YouTube, you made so many friends, and yet none of them compared to Alex. 

speaking of Alex, you wondered what he was doing, probably having the time of his life, drinking an hooking up with girls a bajillion times hotter than you

*A/N HI OK IM SORRY IF THAT PART SOUNDED MEAN I PROMISE IT ADDS TO THE STORY OK BYE*

you laughed quietly at yourself thinking about how stupid it was to think that you could pull a guy like Alex.

just then you heard it.

a familiar voice from behind you, “what’s so funny?”

you looked back startled and confused

‘Alex? what are you doing out here?”

“well y/n I could ask the same thing to you, its your party, i noticed you were gone, so I went looking for you. as simple as that”

“i got overwhelmed in there, I'm sorry. i just needed some fresh air”

“ its ok, don't apologize for something you cant control. can I sit?”

“nope” you said sarcastically, hoping he would get the joke

“too bad!” he said, plopping himself right next to you in the sand

you giggled at his humor

neither of you said anything, it wasn't awkward silence, you two had known each other long enough that sometimes, it was nice to just enjoy the company of the other person beside you in silence. 

and yet, suddenly Alex said something.

“have you been crying? there's dried tear streaks along the sides of your face”

you turned your head towards his and whipped the sides of you face, seeing that he was already looking at you, studying you and your facial expression. 

“i guess. if I did, I didn't notice.”

“how did you not notice yourself crying? that sounds like something very noticeable” he said, putting an emphasis on the very,

you laughed, probably harder than you should have.

he smiled, happy to see you happy

“do you wanna talk about it? why you were crying?”

“no, well, not here at least-” you said gesturing your hands at the ocean 

“plus, there's sand getting in my ass” you added on to your previous sentence

Alex laughed and agreed, standing up and brushing off hi pants, and then handing out a hand for you to grab as he pulled you up.

you also brushed yourself off, and you weren't lying, cause man was there a lot of sand in your ass.

he started walking away from you and as you caught up with him you asked,

“where are we going?”

“you’ll see, its a great place, I promise you will love it” 

you followed Alex to his car as he opened the passenger side door for you.

“how romantic” you commented as you climbed into his car. poking fun at him

as he got into the car he plugged his phone into the aux cord, playing a song you had heard a couple times, but would have never expected for Alex to listen to it, it just didn't seem like the type of music he would like.

he set his phone down face up as the screen flashed up at you as he put the car into gear and pulled out into the street

you saw the title of the song he was playing, “Falling For U” by Peachy ft Mxmtoon, and his wallpaper, a photo of you two from junior year. both standing next to each other awkwardly as his mom made you guys take a photo together on the first day you got there. you wondered how long it had been his wallpaper for. 

you laughed and asked him about his wallpaper

“i mean you gotta admit, we look extremely sexy in that photo. especially me”

this comment from Alex made you break out laughing, even harder than before, as he started to hum along with the lyrics of the song. joined with him actually saying a line out loud every once in a while

it was a peaceful drive, Alex played more lofi songs as you stared out the widow.

eventually he pulled the car into an empty parking lot of a small gas station 

“is this the place?” you questioned 

“nope, just a pit stop.” he said

you both went inside, grabbing snacks and drinks and piling them into the back of the car. Alex making you wait to open them until you two got to your final destination

 eventually, the car rolled into a another small empty parking lot, except this one was made of dirt and was a lot higher up.

Alex had pulled the car to the edge of the parking lot, as you finally got to see why he brought you here,

you looked through the windshield to find a view of the entire city. 

you gasped in awe as you looked towards Alex, who, again, was already looking at you.

this time he wasn't studying you, he was admiring you.

you blushed, but pushed it off.

you and him both got out of the car so you guys could grab the snacks and the blankets he had in the back of his car.

he hopped onto the hood of his car and you joined him.

-

you starred into the sky full of stars above you. 

you gasped as you pointed out a shooting star passing over head 

“what did you wish for, Alex?”

“i cant tell you or else it wont come true”

“well then couldn't you wish the opposite of what you want to come true and then tell someone so the opposite comes true?”

“you're so stupid-” he said jokingly as he laughed.

“so, do you want to talk about why you were crying earlier, or is this still not the right spot” Alex chuckled at his own joke

“yes but, I have a question first”

Alex hummed in response, curious of what the question could be

“do you believe in love at first sight?”

you could feel his gaze on you, but you didn't divert your eyes from the stars above.

“do you remember the first time that we met? at the airport when my mom forced us to hug and take that god awful photo together, and when we ended up playing tictactoe in the car for an hour while we drove to my house?”

“yes? of course i do, that was simultaneously the worst and best day of my life. but that doesn't answer my question dumbass” you said, still not giving into his gaze onto side of your head.

“I think I just did, did I not?” 

it finally clicked, him looking for you at the party, the song in the car, the story

you turned your head to meet his gaze, finally giving in

he sat up and dramatically grabbed his chest, pretending to have been stabbed in the heart, enacting a theatrical performance

“y/n m/n l/m, i am dying, and you must know, that I am in LOVE with you!” he dramatically gasped and fall back down., pretending to be dead. 

you played along as you gasped and put the pack of your hand on your forehead as you spoke

“oh my dear Alex, I love you too, and now you will never get to know how much i loved you” you faked sobbed onto his chest

“maybe a true loves kiss will help save him” he whispered, making the scene even funnier and causing both of you to bust out laughing

“ah yes, the only way to save my prince, a true loves KISS!” you said before coming down and kissing Alex on the lips. 

he sat up with a loud gasp

“I am alive! a kiss of true love saved me!” you giggled beside him as you watched him play out his Oscar-winning performance

“may I kiss you again m’lady? for saving my life of course.” he questioned

“of course, you can kiss me anytime m’lady” you said back, pulling him into a deeper kiss

he pulled way first before speaking

“WAIT DID YOU JUST CALL ME M’LADY?

[mercurial-madhouse]

Anonymous asked: I wish you would write... A Disney princess!AU (like cinderella or sleeping beauty or snow white) where both of them are princes just that they follow the same general plotline (for example H could be prince charming and L could be the one that got put to sleep or hidden somehow/some reason).

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You don’t have to say you love me (Just let me adore you)

Fiery sunlight flashes through the pendant soaring through the air, its broken chain trailing behind like snapped heartstrings.

Wrenched out of a waking dream, confusion and shock overwhelm Harry as he lurches on the shifting deck. Reeling yet frozen, he scans the insanity before him.

In his enchanted absence, chaos has usurped his throne. Niall, Liam, and Zayn are all racing about, attempting to contain the mayhem. And he’s… Why is he in his purple ceremonial robes? Why is he at sea? And the strange man a few metres away, who has just lost the pendant—what’s his name?—Ben. Why the bloody hell is Ben covered in sea creatures? Only his outstretched hand is visible, clawing for one end of the broken chain that’s sailing just out of reach.

The horrifying truth catapults into Harry’s chest. Caught within the magic bound into that necklace, he’d almost married this stranger. But this isn’t the man he loves.

Fear drives like a weighted anchor into his chest. Someone or something slams into him from behind.

Stumbling forward, Harry searches the quarterdeck desperately for the one person missing, the last person he remembers. Relief battles surprise and both cascade over Harry, unlocking his lungs beneath the flood-tide of emotion when Harry finds him.

Louis’s bracing barefoot against the opposite rail near Harry’s quarters, the captain’s cabin. The loose white shirt Harry first gave him, the one he’d flung off his own back when he’d found Louis stranded naked on the rocky shore three days ago, hangs haphazardly from one pale shoulder. The silent, shipwrecked sailor had struggled with the buttons then as though he’d never seen them before. Even now the shirt is unbuttoned halfway down his chest, one side tucked into his trousers as though Louis had thrown it on in a frantic rush to get here.

Ocean blues, wide like the ebbing tide, lock onto Harry’s. Harry launches through the melee of people and ocean life to reach Louis. Harry’s always hated low tide. Always felt like he was helplessly watching the shoreline as the ocean receded ever further away from him.

The circular pendant hits the deck and cracks. A golden flash bursts from the object, halting the tumult as it blinds everyone.

Harry’s heart surges into his windpipe as the beam zings across the deck, slams into Louis’s throat, and disappears.

Shock etches over Louis’s face. He pushes three fingers against his neck then swallows.

He opens his mouth… and speaks.

Harry’s world upends, throwing him back beneath the swirling waters of his own shipwreck eight days earlier. Up and down collide with past and present as the voice he’s dreamed of since that day comes to life and enchants him all over again with a single word.

“Hazza.”

**

Harry grins at the obvious curiousity scrunching Louis’s features. Whether he never could talk or the shipwreck that brought him to Harry’s shores left him too afraid to speak, Harry doesn’t know. But his beautiful features are so wonderfully expressive it’s as though Harry’s fluent in a language he didn’t realize he knew.

“What. Haz?”

Louis nods, glancing at the closed door they’d just come through after Harry’s mum, the queen, had shooed them out of her private chambers with a wave and that childhood name for Harry on her lips.

“It’s short for Hazza.” Why is he telling Louis? His mum never calls him Haz unless they’re alone, and now he’s adding to the slip-up?

Louis’s eyes light up with such pure delight that Harry’s heart skips a beat and promptly rolls over in his chest like it’s prepared to give up the ghost to the ocean depths. He tucks a wayward strand of hair out of Louis’s eyes. Countless brushings and his hair is as wild as it’d been when Harry found him yesterday. Untameable as the ocean that’d brought him here.

Mouth suddenly dry despite emotionally drowning, Harry’s tongue flicks out to wet his lip. He follows his heart over the ocean horizon that’s reflecting in those blue eyes. “You can call me that, if you want. Hazza.”

He’s officially lost his mind. Only his mum has the right to either name. But the soft, private smile Louis bestows upon him is so warm that Harry feels like he’s been crowned the prince all over again. All the adoration of the entire kingdom pales compared to the affection emanating from Louis now.

Louis’s mouth forms silently over the word, like he’s testing the feel of the name on his lips the same way he’s once again rubbing the ruffled silk cuff of the pale blue shirt he’s wearing between his fingertips. A flash of sadness momentarily dims Louis’ smile, but then it returns larger than before, crinkling the corners of his eyes, as though Louis still loves what neither of them can hear.

Harry would give up his claim to the throne for that smile.

**

“It’s you.”

The choked words burble up from his throat like bubbles through swirling seas. Two more steps and Louis’s in his arms. Holding Louis feels like the wild exhilaration of setting sail. Louis smells like saltwater air, a zesty ocean zephyr billowing the sails and guiding Harry ever onwards.

Unable to process, Harry tries to clutch Louis close and look into his face at the same time. His forehead bumps into Louis’s temple; his palm curves over Louis’s jaw.

“How is this-... I don’t-...”

Louis’s fingers fist in the purple velvet of Harry’s coat. “I’ll explain everything, Hazza, I s-”

Even though ragged with desperation, the vibrant sound of his voice shocks through Harry. Fantasy and reality collide and fragment into crystal clarity.

The man of his dreams is standing before him. Wide awake this time with no water filling his lungs, Harry refuses to lose Louis again.

He’d almost kissed Louis in the grotto before their boat upended. Now he ducks in to smash his lips into Louis’s before anything else can break them apart.

The port side of the ship runs aground over a submerged sandbar.  A barrel careening across the deck slams into Harry in the massive shockwave surging over L'Esprit as she keels to starboard, wrenching Louis from his grasp.

“Sire!” His first mate Liam catches Harry around the waist, hauling him against the mainmast he’s got hold of. But Louis stumbles, unable to find his balance.

“No!” Harry’s hand catches empty air as Louis hits the deck, sliding with everything not held down until he slams into the starboard rail.

The ship shudders and stills, canted slightly.

Gripping the rail, Louis pushes back to his feet. Harry pushes away from Liam. The sun sinks over the horizon. A blinding green flash shoots up from the spot where she fell into the sea.

“Mary mother,” Niall, Harry’s helmsman, breathes nearby, quickly crossing himself.

Every sailor knows the superstition. The green flash. The impossible will be made possible.

Harry staggers, halting halfway to him when Louis freezes. The blood drains from Louis’s face right before he disappears from view, engulfed in the same golden magic that’d left the necklace and returned his voice.

The golden hurricane vanishes.

Pure disbelief consumes Harry.

Louis’ shirt and tattoos are gone, replaced with pale skin broken only with tiny translucent scales where his tattoos used to be. They flash golden in the last rays of light, trailing down to a magnificent fishtail. Iridescent blue, with each tiny movement the colour shifts, as though the ocean and all her colours are captured within. Speckled throughout are scales of coral red, deep and luscious.

Harry blinks. The illusion remains. Fin smacking against the wood, Louis struggles upright, bracing on his palms.

Harry’s dimly aware of those eyes locking back onto him.

Louis slowly shakes his head, the plea so obvious on his face. “Hazza, I can expl-”

A slow chuckle from the forecastle breaks through the haze of disbelief clouding Harry’s senses.

Ben rises to his feet, casually brushing off guppies and starfish. The smirk on his face transforms his features and a wave of disgust rolls over Harry.

“Even the ocean knows you don’t belong together.”

He’s speaking to Louis.

Louis shakes his head again, tail flopping once more as he tries to straighten his torso best he can. His scales are already wrinkling, drying out in the warm evening air. “You enchanted him with me voice! How was I-”

Ben cuts Louis off by holding up a hand, three fingers raised. “Three days. That was the contract. You had three days to find your true love’s kiss, no matter what.”

Harry can’t keep up. That word, love, shocks him into speaking, but only a noise comes out before Louis’s growling at Ben in an echo of that burst of impetuous fire Harry’s seen glimpses of these past few days.

“I love him.” The melody of Louis’s voice changes. “Please, Simon, just give me one more minute.”

But Ben only laughs again, that same light chuckle. It grows, steadily deepening into a throaty cackle. A cloud of black envelops him until that laughter emanates from the void, punching through Harry and the hearts of every sailor aboard.

The monstrosity left in the wake of that cloud and laughter has several sailors crying out in fear, backing away. The human half is older, greying hair and cutting eyes. Instead of a tail, the creature ends in thick tentacles.

Simon leers at Louis. “Your voice belongs to me now.”

He lunges. Louis throws himself back against the rail. His eyes find Harry. Time frees Harry’s legs. He dives forward.

Simon’s arm catches Louis around the chest. His tentacles lock around that beautiful tail. Louis’s fingers claw into the wood, but the suckers latching into his scales immobilize him.

They vanish overboard.

“No!” Harry slams against the railing in time to catch a final glimpse of iridescent scales choked by black tentacles disappearing beneath the white-capped waves. He tears the buttons of his waistcoat ripping the ornate fabric off. He grabs the railing to dive overboard.

A hand grabs his arm, wrenching him back.

“Majesty, are you mad?!” Niall stares at him in horror. “You’re human, Sire!”

A burst of agony-fueled anger surges through Harry. “I don’t care,” he roars, wrenching his arm free. “I love him.”

It doesn’t matter that he’s in love with a fish.

Niall grabs him again. “I know.” Voice softer, but no less intense, he shakes his head. “But the ocean floor is only a grave for the likes of us. You’ll be dead before you can get close.”

The pity in Niall’s eyes hurts Harry more than his next words.

“He’s lost, Harry.”

Refusing to believe that, Harry shakes his head, jerking away from the words. Something flashes on the deck.

The compass that’d been around Ben’s, no, that monster’s neck. Harry’s heart lurches into his throat when he recognizes it.

It’s his compass. Understanding that his first love would always be the sea, his mother had gifted it to him when he’d turned sixteen two years ago, so he’d always find his way home no matter how far over the horizon he sailed. He’d been clutching it when he’d gone overboard in the storm, and was so certain he’d lost it in the shipwreck.

Harry snatches it from the deck. The broken chain falls away but Harry can only stare as the familiar weight in his palm settles in a pained squeeze around his heart with a single flash of a memory.

**

Floating. Numb. Idle waves weaving over his legs. A comforting pressure over his torso.

Gentle fingers brush a wet lock of hair from his face. The stranded curl slides over his cheek. His fingers curl around his compass.

Distant voices. “Majesty! Prince Harry!”

The weight shifts, startled. Lips brush a soft kiss over his brow.

“Live,” that bright voice that’d just been singing, beckoning Harry towards the surface of his consciousness, whispers, quiet yet commanding.

“Your Majesty! Prince Harry!”

A hand smooths down his arm and slides over his palm. The weight of his compass vanishes with the fingers. Someone splashes away through the shallows.

Blinding sunlight pierces his eyes as he pushes them open. He’s alone on the shore. Niall and Liam are racing across the surf towards him.

**

“Your majesty!” Liam’s shout jars Harry from the memory. The ocean had claimed him, and the ocean had saved him. It’s not Louis’s eyes that were familiar. After all these years, Harry’s now certain the ocean has been familiar because it swirls in captured sunswirls in those eyes he’d finally found three days ago.

And like the ebbing tide slipping through his fingers, that freedom has once again sunk beyond his reach.

“Majesty?” Liam’s fingertips brush his elbow to get his attention. Sorrow washes his voice soft. “Your orders?”

Harry can’t look away from his compass.

The glass is cracked, as broken as the mechanism within. The arrow no longer points north, but west, towards the horizon. Angry tears blur his vision as frustration wells in the pit of his stomach. He’s spent years seeking the heart of the ocean, only to find it, only to lose him. Louis saved him twice and now Harry can’t help him.

Harry can’t follow.

Harry clutches the compass until his knuckles are white, riding the roiling wave of frustration desperately. A warmth bursts from the compass and flushes his palm. Startled, Harry jumps. Like sunlight shifting over the surface, the compass flashes with a remnant of that golden magic of Louis’s voice that’d burst from it earlier.

Hope flutters like twin swallows taking flight in his chest. Harry turns back towards the rail where the arrow is pointing.

The broken arrow moves with him, aiming ever onward in the direction Simon and Louis had vanished. Harry’s facing due west but the arrow now points north before him.

“Sire?” Niall’s eyes are wide. He crosses himself again, staring at the compass in Harry’s hand.

A grim determination sweeps over Harry. “Get us afloat, Liam.”

His first mate nods. As Liam turns, barking out orders to the rest of the crew, Harry pockets his compass and throws off the lavender waistcoat that matches the coat he’d already discarded.

Unbuttoning the top three buttons of his white shirt, he rolls his sleeves up and turns to Niall.

“To the helm, Niall. I’ve got a prince to find.”

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(Of the three Disney-inspired ideas that came to me, I attempted with this one to stick as close to a direct retelling with Louis as the princess as the prompt requested. I’d also always wondered how Prince Eric knew where to find Ariel so he could help her defeat Ursula in the Disney version of Little Mermaid. I tried to answer that here. Hope you enjoy, Anony! I know it took a while. Moving homes can make writing time hard to find! And a huge thank you to you, Lily, for all your help, love!)

Have something else you’d like to see me write? Send me an ask (anon or no) completing the sentence ‘I wish you’d write a fic where…’

OT5 Superpowers 

Invisible Louis

Only one bed (H-POV)

Only one bed (L-POV)

ABO new-omega!Louis drabble that became a fic on AO3.

OT4 Spy AU

Disney-Inspired 1: Liam/Harry/Louis as Niall’s three fairy godmother roommates.

[capriciouschocoberry]

He... had been listening to me cry for at least twenty minutes over the phone just now

[meltwonu]

22. “Mine.”

35. “Bite me.”

        “If you insist.”

notes; HALLOWEEN AINT OVER YET, dom!wonwoo, wonwoo has a crying kink(v minor), spanking, some dirty talk, orgasm denial!!! Gentle reminder that i dont answer any of my drabble game requests in order so i'm sorry if you’ve sent in requests like weeks ago, etc and ive not yet replied(a ton of u sent in halloween-y asks so im sorry!!)!! 😭💕but i will try to get thru more of the supernatural/sub/hybrid asks in the coming weeks!! Also still toggling with the formatting most likely just depending on the way the fic flows since some are longer than others! Probably will be putting more fics under cuts to save yall the eyesore too fjhdksf 😅💕 Thank you for requesting! Enjoy! 💕

Wonwoo hates it when you disobey him.

Most of the time he just lectured you and let you off the hook, but there were times where he would clench his jaw and order you to get onto the bed with no further words. Tonight had definitely been the latter after he had to save you from getting bitten by another vampire.

“A-ah, Won--Wonwoo not s-so hard…” You whine; fingers curled tight into the sheets underneath you.

His large palm soothes the skin of your ass as he pouts mockingly at your back, and he quickly raises his hand and brings it down onto you again in a swift motion as you jolt underneath him. “Oh? You think you can give me orders now, huh? After you disobeyed me and almost let yourself get bitten by another vampire? What did I tell you about wandering around here at night without me?” He narrows his crimson eyes at your back before spanking you once more.

“B-but--”

“Ah, ah, I don’t want to hear any more excuses. You’ll take your punishment and behave. You know I can be much meaner than this, sweetheart. Need I remind you?”

A tear slips from your eye and falls onto the sheets underneath you when he spanks your ass again and the wetness you feel between your legs only grows to be more unbearable with each blow that follows. You knew Wonwoo could drag this out all night if he really wanted to, and you knew better than to misbehave when he was already upset with you in the first place.

Wonwoo quickly takes notice of the way your panties stick to you like a second skin the longer he draws out your punishment and he, himself, can’t deny the way he wants to fuck you and make you regret even disobeying him.

A smirk paints his features before he’s quickly and quietly shoving you over until your back hits the cold bed sheets.

“Awww, is my little disobeying brat crying? You’re so pretty when you cry, y’know? Makes me want to punish you even more.” His eyes flit across your face; taking in the way your eyes are puffy and red with tears and the way your lips quiver and pout up at him.

“N-no! Please, I p-promise I’ll be g-good!” You cry out.

He spreads your legs and situates himself in between; fingers already tearing your soaked panties off of your body before you can even get comfortable.

“Mine. You hear me? If I even see one more vampire trying to get their filthy hands on you because you disobeyed me, I’ll make sure your punishments are even worse.” Wonwoo mumbles. 

He really hated punishing you, especially on days he needed to feed. But he also really hated having to save you from other vampires trying to feed from you just because you were in a place you shouldn’t have been in.

You nod quietly in return, “I’m y-yours, Wonwoo…”

“Good girl.”

An upset Wonwoo could be selfish, you had come to learn over the few months you’d known him.

“A-ah, fuck, Wonwoo!” You moan out, toes curling behind his back as he thrusts into you at an unrelenting pace. A sheen of sweat covers his brow as his lips part in harsh breaths of his own. “Fuck, your ‘lil cunt was made to take my cock, baby. So fuckin’ tight and wet and all mine.”

You nod feverishly as you cant your hips up to meet his harsh thrusts.

 The head of his cock curves into your g-spot and you feel your pussy clamping down onto him in a vice grip with each passing second that brings you closer and closer to cumming.

Wonwoo licks his lips and through bleary eyes you catch the small movements.

 That usually was a telltale sign that he wanted to feed once he started licking his lips a lot.

“Bite me. I can, ah, t-tell you want t-to...” Mumbling, you let your hands rest on his forearms as his fingertips dig into the skin of your waist. He grins down at you, fangs already on display as he grinds against you. “Oh? You haven’t cum yet though. Don’t you want to?” There’s a mischievous glint in his eyes that goes over your head as you nod back.

“Mmh, yeah, b-but you---you can treat i-it as p-part of, ah, my p-punishment… and t-then make me, ngh, cum...”

He can only smirk, “If you insist.”

Wonwoo leans over you until his lips are ghosting across the skin of your neck; hips still pistoning into you as he works to bring himself close to the edge of his own orgasm. He kisses your skin gently before he drags his fangs across the column of your neck and you tilt your head the opposite direction to give him more space.

You clamp your eyes shut just as you feel him starting to sink his sharp fangs into your skin and you can’t stop the way your pussy clenches around his cock even more as he starts to feed.

There’d only been a handful of times that Wonwoo had to feed from you without working you up first so the feeling wasn’t completely unfamiliar; just that the stinging was more apparent without the pleasure masking most of it.

Wonwoo moans against your skin and his hips start to lose their rhythm within the blink of an eye and he quickly finds himself cumming inside of you in the midst of feeding. His entire body is overwhelmed with the rush of sensations between him cumming inside of your tight pussy and the sweetness of your blood flooding his taste buds. 

Could be sweeter, he thinks. 

“Ngh, Wonwoo...” Whining, you do your best to stave off your orgasm as Wonwoo takes his pleasure first this time. You already feel your control slipping when his cum fills you up so much that it already starts to drip down with his cock still sheathed inside of your cunt.

When he's had enough, he retracts his fangs and starts lapping at the wound to seal it shut; making sure to pepper you skin with soft kisses afterwards. 

“Always so sweet for me, baby.” 

He thrusts slow down to a complete stop before he slowly eases his cock out of you; confusion on your features as he catches his breath and you clench around the sudden emptiness. “H--huh?” 

Wonwoo smiles down at you gently, although this time the mischievous glint in his eyes is more apparent and obvious to you. 

“Oh, did you think your punishment ended there? Oh no, sweetheart.” He shakes his head mockingly, eyes dancing down your body until it lands on his cum that drips down onto the sheets underneath you. 

He slide from between your legs and you can’t help the way the tears bead up on your lower lash line and the way your bottom lip quivers; you already knew where he was taking this. “Won--Wonwoo, I--”

“You’ll stay here and be good and patient for me. Keep your legs spread too, sweetheart. And once I know you’ve learned your lesson, I’ll let you cum.” 

Wonwoo slides a hand through his messy hair, licking his lips as he watches you from the side of the bed. 

“I’ll be back when you’re ready for me.” 

[dear-yandere]

[ kinktober day 4 — devotion. ]

yandere! dio x f! reader x the world. oneshot.

summary. day by day, he’d fuck you like a man fucks his most expensive whore. a demon masquerading as a God, and you’ve come to realize that there is no true God who will punish him.

— word count: 2313. — prompts: mindbreak + size difference + degradation. — warnings: n/sfw (dubcon, threesome, biting), blood, religious themes, depersonalization. — art credit: @tyonoraora.

“How does it feel, little one?”

Little one—his voice is untouched silk, reserved only for when you’ve been good. Your heart pounds against its cage as if trying to reach him—it shows on your face. He lowly hums and buries his lips against the nape of your neck, easily enticing moans from your throat. The effect he has on you was disgusting at first, hearing remnants of praise for letting him violate you, seeing his body dwarf yours against the bed, feeling his powerful touch trap you against the sheets. You have no control, no freedom here—no one would come save you even if you screamed.

Sharp teeth graze the hollow of your neck, dangerously close to puncturing your jugular. Air’s trapped alongside your throat—you can’t breathe under the full weight of his body and the threat of death on your skin. Fingers hungrily knead and pull at your nipples, twisting when you don’t moan quite to his liking. “Answer me.” He hisses and nips at the skin beneath your ear.

Your throat dries up—his commanding tone enough to knock you down to Earth. “G-good—feels so good My Lord!” You bite back another moan, mind empty and gaze locked onto the snap of his hips against yours. You whimper, half wanting to look away from the way his cock disappears between your folds, the other compelling your hips to meet each thrust. Hips shamelessly and sloppily cant into his, the thrill of knowing that one wrong thrust and he could split you in two. Looking at it now, seeing his dick disappear between your thighs—it’s rapturous, addicting like ambrosia. Deep in the recesses of your mind, the thoughts strike you as foreign—that the image of dying by his hands is exhilarating. You want him to tear you to pieces, to use you as a cock sleeve until he has no more use for you.

Dying at his hands is all you’re good for now.

He says you should consider this an honor, a privilege to be personally fucked by your own God. You’re his favorite toy, he says—the other girls don’t come close, but you can’t help but question why you’re so special. Is it your defiance, your cunning? Is it how easy it is to strip it away, down to your fragile and wary bones? Or is because he gets off on how rewarding it was to break you, to hear your screams blossom from terrified to eager? Because he knows how to get under your skin, knows how to make you feel special, knows how to make you feel wanted as if you finally have a purpose in life, a purpose rewarded to you by the hands of a God himself.

Your purpose is to used.

A comfort, more than anything else. When did it happen exactly? The drugs had grown less potent, weren’t as needed when he was in the mood to take you without complaint. When was it? When did you become addicted to doing this act with him? When did you stop resisting and refusing refusing, stop kicking and biting and clawing at his thick skin? Resist has always been useless, when something so inhuman and inhumane heals before your eyes, when your hard works is all for naught. How do you fight a man who calls himself God? How do you fight a man who may as well be a God?

...You don’t.

“M-more, My Lord.” You shamelessly plead—anything to win his favor—and wrap your legs around his waist.

He stills, briefly, and watches you fall apart. “Oh?” Your whimpers of complaint are a serenade he finds himself indulging in. “How indecent. I taught you better than to beg, didn’t I?”

Your hearts hammers.

He sees the way your eyes widen and he smirks, content with the fear he’s struck into you. He’s made it clear he never liked needy women; you’re an exception only in that he enjoys fucking you most.

“Beg for me more, little dove.” He orders and begins gently rocking his hips. 

Desperate for the friction, you throw your head back and eagerly hum out countless, wordless prayers. This isn’t you anymore, not in the slightest; this is better in his eyes. And that is so much worse. But he is content, and so are you when his pace descends into harsh thrusts that leave your pussy throbbing. You take it like a bitch in heat, like a good girl, like a good concubine.

“Little dove...” You drink his praise up like water. His gaze travels downward, enraptured by how small you are beneath him. You could break in an instant. “This is all you’re good for, isn’t it?” He asks—you waste no time anxiously nodding. “So full of my cock, it almost looks like it belongs there.” 

Tucked under his large body, pressed flush against the chest of a man who’d sooner leave you for dead — tears spill, but you’re overjoyed for once. He’s always loved making you cry, who are you to rob him of that? Even though your legs hurt from being pressed flat against your torso and your cunt is bruised bloody and raw, you weep and moan like you mean it. His arms are curled under your pretty legs like vipers, large hands pinning each of yours against the mattress as he buries his cock in your womb.

You can’t help but focus on the way his body presses against yours. His cock feels heavy between your folds, and he’s careful to keep his pace slow enough to drive you wild. Each harsh thrust is few and far in between, a perfect cacophony of impatience and frustration building a coil in your stomach. Dio runs his tongue over unused fangs, studying the way your features twist and contort with pleasure when his thick cock would press against your insides. He’s waiting, and you both know it; he wants to see you unfold, wants you see you whine and beg and claw at his arms for more. It’s a feeling unlike any other — his other women can’t compare, can’t beg like you can. You used to hate him, but he doesn’t see that hateful glint in your eyes anymore. You like this, you like being fucked — he’s finally broken you. This once prideful woman is his to do as he pleases with.

There’s no greater feeling in this world.

“Lean into me.” He orders like a king and you comply like a whore. Dainty arms weakly coil around his shoulders, not nearly long enough to touch each other; his body is too big, too monstrous, and the thrill of being torn apart by it only makes you want him more. He praises in hushed tones, allowing you a small, rare moment of bliss. Your face is always particularly cute when he utters such meaningless words to you, like a dog desperate for praise. It’s tempting to defile that innocence even further.

“Look how needy you’ve gotten, gripping my cock so tight I can hardly pull out,” he teases, lies right to your face. Unsheathing himself is as easy as you are, but he keeps that to himself—prefers to get your hopes up. You’re already whimpering at the sheer mention of how needy you’ve become; Gods, you’d feel so empty without him, but it isn’t your place to complain. He doesn’t have to please you, you only exist to pleasure him. And still, you can’t hide the disappointment on your features. Dio smirks condescendingly and utters assurances. “Stop making that face, little dove.” He jests and realigns himself to your cunt, not even so much as a warning when he slams into you once again. “I’m not done with you yet.”

And you did — your eyes roll back into your head when his hips slam into yours. Fangs part your flesh as easily as meat, and droplets of blood quickly well from the incision, but he doesn’t care to lap them up; you always did look better coated in blood. You hadn’t even noticed his stand, The World hovers over the mattress by your head, its cock free from pants you didn’t know could be removed. His dick, thick and grey, is as large as your Lord’s; you already knew it was to go in your mouth, you just weren’t sure if it’d fit. The image alone made you want to come apart, it was already taking all your willpower to not scream with each thrust into your little cunt.

“Suck.” Dio pulls away from your neck long enough to bark out an order. That simple command is all it took to strip you of dignity. “I’m sure you wouldn’t mind another cock to please, would you?” He caresses your hips, his thumb sweeping over the raw flesh he’d gripped onto in his earlier reverie. You wince, but maintain eye contact—he prefers it like that. “Look how needy you are, little dove. Sometimes you just need the extra attention, don’t you?” He coos. “Need another set of hands on you, more skin to get your hands on.” Breathily, you nod and lean into his touch. There’s no use hesitating or complaining; you’ve turned a new leaf, after all. You’re a good girl now, and good girls don’t talk back.

Fangs return to your neck, digging deeper, harsher this time. You whimper, the new sensation of pain overwhelming when your thighs were already so chaffed and your cunt already so bruised, skin still raw from this morning’s session. But your mouth fell open anyways, the underside of your tongue pressed taut against your lower lip, ready to accommodate The World’s shaft. The creature grunted lowly, more akin to the growl of a wolf in heat, and slid himself into your tiny mouth. The feeling of being filled from top to bottom was so intense, so overpowering you feared your jaw would come apart. The World was markedly more gentle than his user, but it was hard to miss the excitement rolling off his body like waves; he’s not being gentle for your sake, he’s trying to hold himself back lest his length rip through the back of your throat. He’s excited, even if you can hardly hear his moans.

Dio chuckles but makes no further comment, too busy suckling on your sore flesh. The World stares down at you, locking eyes for only a moment before bucking into your throat. Your tongue instinctively swirls around the tip, drool soon pooling beneath your nose. Deep growls escape the Stand’s lips, and Dio feels every second of it. His cock is buried deep in your cunt and he can feel every lick and suckle of your lips.

Dio licks his lips, already feeling the bulge of The World’s cock inflate the throat he’s mercilessly sucked on. The chuckle that rumbles from his chest and into yours would be enough to send your body shaking if he hadn’t pinned it to the bed with his own. “What a well-trained whore.”

“Mm—”, you struggle to breathe out a raspy response, hardly able to formulate words when your thoughts are filled with cum and his thrusts refuse to relent. His stand’s dick press against your insides, blocking air from entering your jugular or from leaving your throat. The soft, rubbery skin of the stand’s balls stuff your nostrils — you nearly lose yourself in the bliss of being treated like a lifeless fuck toy. You could die right now and they might keep fucking you, and that alone fills you with joy. To be used until the very end... you could think of no better use for the new life Dio has given you. But, he doesn’t plan on letting you die just yet; you still have many more uses left in you. 

“Oh? Are you going to cum again? So soon?” His tone is mocking near the end, and he squeezes your hips. Fingernails rake closer to your inner thighs, coaxing you to tell him what he wants to hear. The World leans back slightly to relieve some pressure from your nostrils and throat, and you shamelessly fill your lungs.

“I’ll, aah—” A moan catches in your throat, and his Stand gives you enough space to speak. “I’ll cum as many times as you like!” There’s a spark of boredom in his eyes, but it’s gone so quickly you wonder if you’d imagined it. You...you hope you imagined it, and a feeling of realization and disgust washes over you like a cold wave. You want to cover yourself, to crawl into the deepest hole you can find and die, anything to escape the way he looked at you just now. Like you’re trash on the street. A charity case he picked up out of pity. A pet he’ll discard at the drop of a hat.

He makes a sound in the back of his throat, and before you can ask, your mouth is stuffed again. He watches your shoulders squeeze together and your throat bulge from the sheer size of his Stand. The tip of The World’s cock pushes against the back of your throat, pinning your head to the mattress—you would have thrown up if Lord Dio hadn’t train you so well.

“Then cum.” He orders, stuffing your mouth and your cunt full. “Cum as many times as I want. Cum until I’m done with you.”

You obediently nod. You can’t see his face anymore; whether that’s a blessing or a curse escapes you, so you stop thinking and simply oblige. Your past self would be laughing at you. Chastising you, encouraging you bite down on his cock and fight back. What happened to that girl, you wonder? Did Lord Dio tire of her? Did he dispose of her? Will he dispose of you too?

What a terrifying devotion. When did you lose yourself?

When did he become your world?

dear-yandere 2019-2020, all rights reserved.

[m4rkiza]

pile of headcanons

bunch of raihan/leon headcanon nonsense from my twit*r

theres alot under the cut, warning : its cheesy, also, i headcanon raihan calling leon "bubu"

Raihan is really good at baking and leon is great at cooking savory & spicy food, raihan likes spicy food and leon likes baked goods, they complete each other

Leon so thick and firm he'd be so good to hug and raihan took advantage of that, holding his bubu until leon complains or whine, yknow when ur pet looks so cute and u hug them, like that

leon contacts name on raihans phone is like "♥💖my bubu♥💕", but raihans contact name on leons phone is "Raihan" with capital R

raihan complained about it, showed leons contact name on his phone, leon is surprised bc he thought his contact name on raihans phone is just "Leon" or "Lee"

then leon changes rai's contact name too "🥰raihoney💖

leon doesnt look like the guy who'd be extra on hair and skin treatment, the reason his hair and skin (especially his hair) is unbearably soft and shiny is bc raihan kept reminding him to do so (and buying it)

sometimes leon act spoiled so raihan will do an entire haircare for him

yes raihan do it bc he loves leon unconditionally and he thinks leon deserves it

raihan has a dirty mouth and uses every swear word but for some reasons, around leon all he can say is "jerk" "ugly" and "dumb"

raihan does that bc all he remember when hes with leon is pet names and how-to-coo-and-woo-your-boyfriend

raihan being leons moral compass feels fitting, not bc leon is dumb but bc leon himself is swallowed by his own title and got the hero complex, making him selfless and have a hard time to say no

raihan is there to "what the fuck are you thinking, dont do that baby, you'll die"

but leon seems stubborn yes? he wont listen if people just say "no", he'd ask the reason why, and if the said person doesnt give a clear answer, he leaves but raihan always tries to explain him in full description, short & long lasting damage, consequence etc

so obviously leon listens, and as time goes by, raihan is.. his moral compass, in a way

raihan playfully growls while squeezing leons body parts but its definitely not so playful in leons mind

raihan always ask leon to wear his freshly-washed-hoodie at sunday so when he go to work at monday, his hoodie will smell like leon

raihans laugh is like "aha haha haha *low volume wheeze* phew heehee" and leon got a laugh that can trigger an earthquake

Raihan sneeze like a kitten while leon sneeze like a buldozer

Leon muffles his laugh by hugging raihan so it wont surprise anyone around them

leon demanding affection from raihan by giving him stupid empty threats

leon : Kiss me or ill

raihan : u will what

leon : i-i will shrink your hoodie and make it mine

raihan : no, now come here bubu

In reality, leon doesnt need to do "things" to get raihans attention, raihan told him he can just ask or "just sit on my lap or tug my shirt and ill cuddle and kiss you till the next day", but leons ego is too high for that so he does stupid shit instead

raihan is very loved by leons family bc surprisingly hes able to stop leon and hop from fighting

if u ask how, raihan simply pick up leon up and walk away

aihan is the only guy who leon will listen too and got called as the "champion tamer"

but all raihan do is just

raihan : bubu, no

leon : no..?

raihan : leon. no

leon : no...

then nag him softly while explaining the consequences, sometimes short and long term effect it depends on the situation

leon is stubborn, so it took sometime to convince him that his plan or an action he almost took to partake is very impulsive or doesnt give a good result

the thing is leon is not stupid, infact hes quite brilliant, therefore its hard to convince him if a person who tries to stop him doesnt have a similiar mind like he is, but thankfully theres raihan

for some reasons raihan is able to found leon in any occasion so the league staff ALWAYS calls him whenever leons gone

league staff : mr rai-

raihan : is it leon

league staff : yes

raihan : im on my way

leon likes to ask raihan for hairbands bc he kept losing them

raihan : bubu, isnt this your third time asking for them this week

leon : ....yes..?

raihan spoiling leon bc he feels he wants to make up for him, bc he wasnt available near leon when fought eternatus

leon follows raihan everywhere in the winter and kept pressing himself to him, whenever raihan question whats wrong leon just looked him in the eye and "im warming you up"

leon is small by raihans perspective but he hugs leon tight anyway

raihan is possessive of leon hes THAT hot, charismatic yet very adorable, leon is the one who keeps his chin up and soothe his fears, and hes the champion, everyone wants the champion, u think he'll let go that easily? no, never

and leon is probably possessive too, raihan is a hot nerd, affectionate and gentle, hes the one who push him to his best, the one who also stops him for doing too much, hes his source of comfort and he wont let go and wont let anyone take his raihan away from him for sure

10 years of friendship and healthy rivalry means 10 years of being on each others live, being one of the biggest contributor and supporter for the other, who pushes to the limit yet stopping when one is too close to the edge of the cliff

no matter if its platonic or romantic, they wont let anyone take their rival, friend and lover away that easy, you wont let anyone try to take away one of the important and huge part of your life

raihan big, so hes the big spoon, he loves cooing right at leons ears and kissing the back of his neck, shoulders and sometimes reaches forward to press a sloppy wet kiss to leons cheek

leon crying to raihan when he founds out raihan smokes when hes stressed out, and begging the other to stop and talk to him instead or cope with healthier way

raihan doesnt need an alarm clock to wake him up, leons just need to grin and say "good morning!" its so bright it WILL wake him up

raihan and leon lives together and since then the outfit leon has on his wardrobe is a collection of formal tailored outfits and his battle tower outift, some booty shorts and work out clothing, and obviously underwear and socks.the rest he just stole from raihan

especially t-shirts, hoodies, and jacket, raihan seeing him walking and opening his wardrobe after shower is such a common occurence that he doesnt even need to ask anymore

raihan looks like the type who carries lipbalm and hand cream in his hoodie pocket, he carries 2, 1 cocoa lipbalm for him and honey lipbalm for leon. whenever he met leon, he applies the lip balm on him, it becomes habit that leon even raise his chin up for raihan

leon can sleep alone fine, but when he woke up he felt groggy,but if he slept on top of raihan he'd woke up like he had a perfect 8 hours sleep even tho he slept for only 5 hours

raihan is a heavy sleeper but waking up with leon glued to his chest/back make his whole day better,especially when he woke up to leon peppering his face with kisses to wake him up

raihan being lowkey flustered and overwhelmed by leons beauty/cuteness/sexiness/everything while leon is being clingy and acting spoiled around him

leon cant be serious around raihan, when he saw the gym leader,he automatically let his guard down infront of him, changing from champion leon to leon from postwick, all giddy and happy

leon unzips his champion outfit and once raihan heard the zipping sound he zooms to leon to plant his face between leons chest

if leon wants attention from raihan he will do various things from holding his arm and press his head to raihans shoulders,sitting on his lap and loop his arm around raihans neck,hugging him from the front and put on a cute face

but if raihan wants attention he just, hug leon from behind,put his head on leons shoulder and doesnt let go until leon does SOMETHING

leon has been taking care of others for so long,so when raihan takes care of him ,its a new,yet quite familiar feeling.

its hard to accept since he felt bad about receiving the attention,but raihan kept doing it until leon tend to act spoiled around him

raihan always kiss leons forehead before he sleeps,when raihan is away, he has the urge to videocall raihan so he can coo him to sleep,but hes too embarrassed to do it

he thought abt that and raihan suddenly videocalling him,its noon on the region he visited, and hes like "heeeey, i just want to say good night to my beloved!! good night leon,sweet dreams,sorry bc i cant kiss your forehead but ill kiss u 10x more when im back"

leon was shocked and stared to his camera "lee? fuck,is the connection that bad-" and leon stuttered "n-no! i was surprised...thank you darling, have fun and stay safe okay?"

"of course! dont stay up thinking abt me for too long,i love you so much bubu,good night!

"..good afternoon raihoney,i love you too" leon stayed up for the next 20 minutes rolling around the bed screaming

raihan actually helps leon on taking care of his dragons, which made leons dragonmons actingspoiled around raihan,and sometimes leon thinks that his dragons loves raihan more than him

raihan plays with his dragonmon as if hes playing with a yamper,calling them "cute little babywubby" and playing with their hands,kissing their foreheads and lays with them on the floor,and of course leon joins in by laying on top or next to raihan

even leon have seen raihan carrying his dragapult like a baby with a baby axew hugging his legs, raihan is legit a dragon pokemon magnet

raihan has a habit of cooing or complimenting at leon even when hes doing the simplest thing ever and leon feels giddy like a 5 y.o everytime raihan does it

can u imagine how many pictures of leon raihan have on his phone,its probably more than 1000, he takes picture of leon as if hes a baby pokemon

leon comes to raihans place at 2 am without any warning,i mean raihan DID gave him a spare key so, raihans flat is HIS flat too,and there he goes,going to the bedroom and slip himself under the duvet,crawling to sleep closer to raihan

at first raihan is SO surprised that he jumped from the bed,but now he doesnt care anymore and just kiss leons head,mumbles "goo'nite bubh" and sleep again

leon does it so often that if hes gone from his apartment,people call raihan instead of him

raihan hugging leon from the back while leon is doing stuff in the kitchen while singing,and raihan is there like,peppering smooches and compliments while leon is STILL singing,and giggling bc raihan is smooching him

raihan is BAD at it but he sings along with leon in a joking manner and leon cant even sing anymore bc hes just wheezing while raihan is just "cmOn bAbeEEe SING AgAiiiNNnn"

[hopelesshawks]

Official Acounts Part 34- Falling 18+ NSFW Version

Summary: (y/n) was perfectly happy remaining anonymous, even if her best friends were all pro heroes and she worked under THE Hawks. Handling the technical aspects of hero work from the background suited her just fine, thank you very much. That goes out the window when suddenly her twitter blows up thanks Denki and the famed no. 2 hero is asking her to run his own official twitter as a result

If you don’t want to see Official Accounts content blacklist #hopelessoa

This version is 18+ so minors DNI. There is a SFW version available here for you

Warnings for mention of reader having a vagina, fingering, wing kink, feather play, and graphic description of unprotected sex

Masterlist

It’s been awhile since you’ve done this sober. You should probably be terrified. Actually you should definitely be terrified, you just walked off a building with all the confidence of someone wearing a parachute while actually having nothing but an evening gown and heels. Yet as you stare up at the night sky, wind rushing past you as you fall, you’re not scared at all.

Keigo will catch you.

You repeat it in your head like a mantra. Even as time seems to stretch on, you close your eyes and remain unafraid.

Keigo will catch you.

Images of the past several days living together float into you consciousness like dreams. The tear filled confessions, the quiet moments shared over mugs of tea, the good, the bad, the ugly, all of it. Each one a cherished memory and each one reinforcing what you already knew in your heart and with every fiber of your body.

Keigo will catch you.

He will catch you and maybe then he will understand that you’ve meant every word you’ve ever said to him. Maybe then he will understand that your reassurances aren’t empty. You tell him he’s better than Endeavor could ever hope to be because you know beyond any shadow of a doubt that it’s true.

For the second time in his life Keigo watches you disappear from view off the side of a building. Once again his blood turns to ice in his veins. Once again he wonders how it’s possible for someone to so confidently put themselves at such grave risk. Once again he is blindsided by it even if he probably shouldn’t be. But there are also a few notable differences this time around:

One, the two of you are much higher up

Two, there is no Bakugo to catch you

But three, and this is important, he has his wings.

So this time, when his heart seizes in his chest and his muscles twitch on instinct, he isn’t frozen in place. Quite the opposite actually. He shoots forward and then down to race to catch you. There’s no missing your bright red gown and within moments of spotting you he’s grabbing you out of the air. He quickly redirects the two of you until you’re soaring back upwards. With your arms wrapped around his neck and his around your waist he makes sure he has a good hold of you before doing a quick appraisal to make sure you’re alright. “Are you absolutely insane! You could’ve died! I swear to god (y/n) you’re going to give me a heart attack,” he rambles as his eyes roam across your form to make sure you’re alright. He’s so focused on making sure you’re ok that he doesn’t even notice at first that you’re laughing. “How are you laughing right now? Are you aware you could’ve died? I’m not even-“ It’s your turn to cut him off with a kiss.

You hadn’t necessarily planned to do it. As of that morning you still hadn’t been sure if you’d ever pursue something romantic with Hawks again. But watching him fret over you just now, needlessly you might add, you had been filled to brimming with just how much you loved and trusted the man in front of you. You couldn’t possibly have hoped to contain it all so you had surged forward to share it with him. He deserves to know he is loved, you realize, and the more you’ve gotten to know him the more you think he’s blind to all the love he is surrounded by. His father and then the HPSC may have denied him that growing up but now Keigo’s life was filled with so much love. From Mirko, from your friends, and from you. So much from you. You need him to see that like you need oxygen to breathe so you kiss him with all of that love and you make it a promise. A promise that you’ll start with this but it’s only the beginning.

Just as you had been that first date, Keigo is thrown at first when your lips meet his. It doesn’t take him long to catch up with the program though and soon he’s kissing you back just as earnestly. It’s almost overwhelming how much emotion he feels in that one kiss. He wonders if this is how you felt back when he had kissed you on that first date. He ends up dismissing the thought almost as soon as he’s had it. No this kiss, the love he feels in it, is genuine in a way he couldn’t be back then. It is unreserved and authentic and real in a way he couldn’t give you back then. He finds himself glad, in the end, that you had ended that first romantic relationship. It would have forever been marred by the circumstances from which it arose. Now the two of you are meeting as equals, vulnerable to each other by your own choosing. It is a love born not from guilt or suspicion, but from a deep and understanding friendship and that makes it all the more precious.

The two of you stay that way for what feels like an eternity, kissing above the city lights, until finally you have to break for air. As the two of you lock eyes you can’t help but laugh a little. “I knew you’d catch me,” you whisper into the stillness between the two of you. “How?” he asks with a quiet reverence for your faith in him. “I trust you,” is your simple response. “I trust you too,” he replies immediately with so much wonder in his voice that your heart swells all over again.

Both of you can’t help but laugh both in wonder and in disbelief. This wasn’t what either of you was expecting from this night but you’re so, so glad it came to this. You feel as if you could vibrate out of your skin at any moment as you take in the incredible man in front of you. “You said you trust me right little dove?” Hawks suddenly grins at you. “I did,” you reply without hesitation. “Good,” is all he says before suddenly you’re both plummeting. You shriek in surprise but it quickly turns into a laugh as you see the stupid grin on his face. You hold each other tightly as the world streams past. Only after dropping several stories, including past the banquet hall the two of you are supposed to be in, does he re-engage his wings and send the both of you back to the rooftop. “I’m starting to get why you like jumping off buildings so much little dove,” he laughs. “You didn’t before?” you ask. “I never much liked falling.” “That’s because you didn’t have someone to catch you before.” “Are you saying you’ll catch me little dove?” “Every time,” you promise. “I’ll catch you every time too,” he promises in return.

Hawks had flown you both home almost immediately after your promises to each other. He needed you. All of you. Endeavor and the HPSC be damned. So he had flown back to your apartment at break neck pace, delighting in every shriek and giggle you emitted as he let himself be just a little bit more reckless than normal in his flying. By the time the two of you were landing on the balcony you looked just as wild and windswept as he did. Your eyes are shining so, so brightly he feels he could get lost in their (y/e/c) depths. So he kisses you like he’s a man drowning and you’re the only oxygen in the room.

You don’t even fully remember how you got from the balcony to your room but it’s hard to care about that when Keigo’s lips are on yours and he’s pressing you tightly against him. You can feel him hardening through his suit pants and you’ve never wanted anything more so you let him walk you back to the bed as you fumble with the buttons of his shirt. You run your hands over his bare chest and then finally push his shirt and suit jacket off all at once, his hands leaving your waist so it can slide off and onto the floor. As your hands go to his belt, his go to the zipper on the back of your dress. The two of you are almost frenzied in your actions. There will be a time for slow, a time when Hawks will unwrap you like a precious gift and appreciate your every inch but not now. Now is about desperation. Now is about making up for lost time. By the time your dress has hit the floor your bra is joining it and your panties aren’t far behind.

Only once you’re both nude does he push you onto the bed. The moment your back makes contact with the mattress he’s back on you, his bare erection pressing into your hip as your mouths once again connect. The kiss is greedy and demanding, both of you aching for the other in a way you didn’t even know was possible, your hips grinding up to meet his to give you both a taste of what you’re truly craving. He takes one hand down to tease at your folds, moaning into your mouth when he realizes how wet you already are for him. Your mouths part as you cry out his name and his fingers wander to your sensitive clit. Your hands reach for something, anything to latch onto and you end up grasping onto some of the feathers at the base of his wings. “Fuck!” he groans loudly as stars explode behind his eyes and he has to carefully cant his hips away from yours to stop from spilling right then and there. As it is you can feel a damp spot on your hip where his precum had gathered. “I didn’t know they did that,” you pant breathily. “Me neither,” he admits, equally out of breath as he tries to regain his composure. You experimentally give them another pull and the way Keigo’s hips jerk instinctively and he moans is absolutely sinful. “Watch it, kid,” he growls. “Or what?” you smirk. You gasp as he roughly inserts two fingers at once inside you and begins scissoring you open. “Don’t start something you can’t finish,” he warns as two of his feathers begin to travel slowly up your torso and one makes its way up your inner thigh. “Kei what are you-“ you don’t finish the thought, instead gasping again as the two that had been running up your torso begin circling your nipples and the other provides sweet friction to your swollen clit.

“Oh god Kei, please. Please. I need you,” you beg as the stimulation continues to take you to new heights of pleasure. “Going to need you to be a bit more specific than that little dove,” he teases as he bends his head down to nip at your neck and begins to pump his fingers in and out. “I need your dick inside me. Now,” you groan unabashedly and it makes Keigo curse under his breath and his erection throb as more precum beads at the tip. “I can do that,” he finally pants as she shifts to line his penis up with your entrance. He carefully removes his fingers and you whine at the feeling of emptiness but he shushes you soothingly. “Don’t worry you won’t be empty for long,” he assures you before slowly pushing his thick cock inside of you. It takes a moment for you to adjust to his girth but he’s oh so patient. In all honesty he isn’t convinced that if he had shoved it all in at once the fun would’ve ended as quickly as it began. So he slides into you slowly under the guise of teasing you but actually is making sure to compose himself as he feels your tight walls clenching around him. After what feels like an eternity he is fully sheathed inside of you, your hips flush together and his feathers having finally paused in their ministrations as well. “You ok?” he asks. You nod. “Can I start moving?” “Please God do.”

His thrusts start out nice and slow, easing you into the pleasure, but it doesn’t last long. The first time he manages to hit the one spot inside of you that has your head falling back and the most beautiful of moans falling from your lips is also the last time he manages to keep it slow. Each successive thrust after that is progressively faster and faster as you wrap your arms around his shoulders and hang on for the ride as he delivers thrust after thrust exactly where you want it inside you. He continues to pound you into the mattress but shortly afterwards his feathers are going to work on your nipples and clit again and from there it’s a rapid ascension to the peak of your pleasure. It’s like every one of your nerve endings is triggered as you get closer and closer to climax. “Keigo I’m gonna-“ “Yea? You gonna cum for me baby? Go ahead do it for me.” You don’t need to be told twice. Finally your orgasm comes ripping through you with all the force of a hurricane as you let out a silent cry. You grab hold of his feathers once more as you ride out the most intense orgasm of your life. That and the feeling of you clenching around him is enough to send Keigo right over too. He moans into your neck as his hips stutter to a halt and he pumps you full of his seed, finally claiming you as his.

It takes a little while but eventually the highs finally fade and Keigo collapses into your bed next to you, both of you sweaty and out of breath. “Fuck,” is all he says. “I agree,” you laugh. He reaches over and pulls you in to cuddle against him as his feathers do the work of moving your blankets and then tucking the two of you in. “I trust you,” you tell him. “I trust you too,” is his immediate response. It’s too early for “I love you”. You both are well aware of that. Somehow though “I trust you” means just a little bit more in this moment.

Author’s Note: Sorry this took so long but I hope it was worth it!!! Enjoy ❤️

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[elenamiria]

Paz Vizsla x Reader - Kinktober Day 17

Alpha/Beta/Omega | Wax Play | Branding | Cock and Ball Torture/Ballbusting 

Word Count: 2k (I may have gotten carried away y’all) Warnings: A/B/O, penetrative sex, marking, knotting, fem reader 

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Main Masterlist & Taggies: @legally-a-bastard​ , @katrynec​ , @mistermiraclee​

Paz had been away when you went into heat, you both had agreed you would stop taking your blockers so you could mate properly, he was out following a lead on some new weaponry for the covert. Upon his return he could smell you before he even reached the coverts location, your smell permeating Nevarro. But there were no others he saw reacting to it as he stalked through the town - perhaps your scent was just stronger for him, he had been courting you before he had left after all. When he arrived he longed to run straight to you as you were no doubt in great pain and need, but his duties came first. Paz made his way to the alor, the armorer, and offered up the weapons he had been able to procure. He kept his words brief and succinct hoping she would grant him permission to leave, his cock twitching as your scent filled his helmet.

Finally she dismissed him though her parting words had him frozen to his spot, "You know you aren't the only alpha in the covert."

He turned sharply, shoulders tensing as he bristled at her words, but she had already moved on. Growling lowly Paz quickly made his way through the winding halls to your room. Once he approached he growled yet again at spotting someone hovering by your doorway. He practically body slammed Din into the wall, forearm bracing on the smaller man's sternum, as he hissed out "What are you doing here?"

Din thrashed in his grip before spitting out, "I was trying to help you di'kut. Bruld keeps coming by trying to get her to open the door but she only wants you."

Paz butted his helmet against Din's harshly as he growled out, "Did you let him in?"

Din pushed his head back in retaliation, loud clangs filling the hall, as he groaned in annoyance, "No. Now will you stop bothering me and go help your Omega?"

At the mention of you Paz backed away immediately, turning to your door and knocking softly. He called out your name lightly and your weak voice sounded from the other side of the door, "Paz, is it you??"

"It's me omega, I'm so sorry I was gone. I'm here now though, just let me in."

You let out a low moan at the sound of his voice that trailed off into a whimper as you slid the door open. Paz quickly ducked in before closing the door behind him. Whining you were on him in an instant, rubbing your body against his as you burned hot and desperate for his touch, his broad hands clasped your waist and unconsciously you rolled against him. Paz's cock hardened near instantaneously at the way you were touching and rubbing him. Your desperate hands tore at his armor, taking it off piece by piece. You seemed to have little regard for the creed at this point as your helmet was off, discarded in some corner. Paz stilled your hands, once he found them - he had been keeping his gaze away from you just in case you decided you didn't really want him after all, and whispered, "Are you sure you want this cyare, I'll remove my helmet for you but only if you're positive you want me and me alone."

Desperately you keened his name before nodding. "Words, Omega." At his authoritative tone you practically melted and words spilled from your mouth desperately, "Yes, I'm sure. Please Paz, Alpha, I want you to knot me. To make me your mate, please."

Paz let go of your hands and you resumed your task of disrobing him as quickly as possible until he was left just in his under armor shirt and pants. He had been reverently staring down at you, hands tracing your sides when they weren't in the way and as you stilled to look up at him his hands rose to cup your cheeks. His helmet met your forehead in a sweet Keldabe kiss before your hands clutched the edges of his helmet, he gave you a swift nod and you slowly lifted his helmet up and off. Your eyes misted as his face was revealed to you for the first time, his eyes shining with the same admiration that you held for him. You gently set his helmet to the side before your hands rose to trace his features in awe, you could tell he was slightly nervous from the way his jaw tightened and then shifted but he relaxed as you whispered, "You're so beautiful Paz."

Gentle fingers trailed through his neatly shaved scruff to cup his neck and pull him to you to meet in a loving kiss. He quickly deepened it, nipping at your bottom lip, as he got a taste of you and you acquiesced by opening up to him with a soft whine. A pleased growl echoed through Paz's chest as his knelt down slightly before picking you up like you were nothing. You squeaked softly in shock at the way he gripped you and carried you to the bed. As he moved he pulled back in order to nuzzle into your neck both of you letting out long moans as he rubbed himself against your scent gland. Soon he was letting you fall back into the bed, he stepped back for a moment to admire you spread out below him before he hastily pulled his shirt off and then his lips were on you again. Paz kissed you as if you were the only thing keeping him above water, with a desperation and needing that you hadn't known he was capable of. His hands were trailing your body, squeezing at your breasts before sliding down your stomach to toy at the hem of the flimsy shorts you were wearing. His long fingers slipped under the elastic and moaned when he felt bare skin, without a barrier his fingers slid to your wet lips with ease. You were absolutely soaked for him, something he took great pleasure in as he sunk two large fingers into your eager cunt. You mewled, pulling away from his lips to gasp out his name as his fingers crooked inside of you and your walls fluttered around him. Before you knew it you were writhing beneath him, practically incoherent as your need to cum over rid your senses. A deep chuckle vibrated against you as Paz questioned, "Are you already cumming for me already little Omega? You're absolutely dripping for me."

You nodded as a short yelp left you as your walls clenched and spasmed around his fingers, slick pouring out of you and your face heated at the lewd display. Your hips bucked needily against his fingers as you panted out, "More, Alpha. I need more."

Paz pulled his long fingers out of you and brought them to his mouth, his gorgeous lips wrapping around them as he sucked your juices clean off of himself with a satisfied groan. You whimpered at the sight as his long eyelashes fluttered against his cheeks and then his eyes slid open so dark you thought they might suck you into their depths. His nostrils flared as your scent overwhelmed him and he ordered, leaving no room for debate, "Clothes off and get on your hands and knees for me, Omega."

You had never stripped faster, hurling your clothing into your room, as you scrambled to flip over. Your ass stuck high in the air as your knees spread exposing your dripping pussy to him, thighs glistening with your slick as your hips canted backwards searching for him. Paz's hands slid over your ass to grasp at your hips tightly and that was the only warning you got before you were speared onto his massive length. A small scream tore itself from your mouth as your walls stretched to accommodate his thick length, you felt the way your walls trembled around him and you knew it would only be a matter of moments before you were cumming around him again. Paz groaned out your name as his grip tightened unconsciously, you were sure you would be sore but the feeling of him marking you had your walls clenching around him. At the feeling Paz growled out, "Try to keep your noises quiet my little Omega, those are only for me to hear," and then he was pounding into you.

You had no idea how he expected you to keep quiet when he was splitting you open in the best way possible on every thrust, his hips slapping against yours loudly. Your whimpers filled the air as Paz fucked harshly into you and his scent soothed you to your core allowing all of your inhibitions to fly out the window. You arched back into him with a desperate cry of 'alpha please!' as you were so close to cumming you could cry. Paz groaned and one of his hands slid to press at your clit. All it took was a light touch while his cock slammed into you and you were gone. Your walls tightened around him, clenching and gripping him so hard Paz forgot how to breath. You didn't breath for several long moments as your whole body tensed, vision going black for just a moment, and then you were gushing around him. As Paz continued to pump into you through your orgasm your juices flowed out of you, coating both of you in slick and you just knew you were going to have to change the sheets after this. Somehow Paz sped up, hips slamming into your ass and holding for just a moment before he was pulling out til you where nearly empty and swiftly sliding all the way to his hilt. He moaned out your praises fiercely, "You're taking me so well little Omega. Your pussy is kriffing perfect, made for my massive cock - taking what I give you like a good girl."

You whined happily at his words and you tilted your neck to present yourself to him at his praises. Paz growled at this and as he pounded into your cunt you could feel how it slowly grew harder and harder for him to pull out as his knot swelled within you. His thrust slowing he pulled back just enough so your lips were spread wide around the largest part of his knot you came once again, the stretch blinding you with white hot pleasure. His fingers had pinched your clit deliciously and with how wide you were spread around him you couldn't help the way your body lost control, pussy spasming hard as you babbled incoherently - saying nothing but ‘Alpha’ and nonsensical words as your eyes rolled to the back of your head. At the feeling of you cumming again Paz finally lost control as he shoved his hips forward once more sheathing his knot fully inside of you as his cum shot into you in thick ropes and he groaned loudly at the thought of you swelling with his children as his seed filled you. You went limp in his arms as the pleasure overwhelmed you while he stuffed you fully of his cum. Your walls wouldn't stop clenching around him and your prolonged high had you desperate as you pleaded with him to claim you. Paz wasn't one to make you wait especially with how pretty you sounded crying out his name. His hand wrapped around your neck softly, pulling you up to meet his lips. He nipped at your neck gently at first and when your walls fluttered around him, making sure his cock was milked of all of his cum, he finally bit down. Again everything went black for a moment as pleasure soared through you, though this was a different kind. As he claimed you your body finally started to relax as he pulled away, lapping at where his teeth bit into soft flesh, though the massive knot inside of you still stretched you out thoroughly. Paz nuzzled into your neck as he continually landed soft bites on the same spot to ensure that it was marked. He gently twisted to the side, taking you with him, so you were both more comfortable as you basked in the aftermath of your love. Paz's warm hands trailed up your sides as he pressed soft kisses all over your shoulders and back. You could feel your eyes drooping shut as you relaxed into his warm embrace, you knew the two of you would want to exchange your Riduurok at some point but right now all you wanted to do was sleep with Paz. With your mate.

[factual-fantasy]

I got 25 asks that took me WAY too long to reply to! :}

I have two top favorite episodes, the cone snail episode and the beluga whales episode.

When it comes to my favorite part of both episodes..?

..Not happy parts...

I have absolutely no idea what you just suggested.

(Referring to this post)

Thank you! That was the intention. :} I was worried that their faces all looked weird..

You want to learn more? Man.. maybe I should post that headcannon draft..

Yeah haha, this blog has taken quite the U-turn hasn’t it? I’m just glad everyone seems okay with it so far. <:} I’m excited for season 5 also! I hope it comes out soon! :D

THANK YOU, I WILL CHERISH THIS LOVE YOU HAVE GIVEN ME FOREVER

Yes and no.

Does he think of his crew as children? Absolutely not. They are all fully grown, intelligent and capable adults, and he darn well treats them like it.

But you bet that if one of them is in danger or is frightened, he’s dropping everything he’s doing and rushing to their aid as if they’re his cub that just wondered out onto the highway.

ME TOO! I always felt like he had this fatherly vibe to him with some professionalism sprinkled on top. Like he’s always looking out for his team because he cares for them and worries about them, but its kind of disguised as him just doing his job as the Captain.

I plan to draw more Protective Barnacles because its my jam, so don’t worry! That side of you will have some more fuel soon XD. And thank you for all the compliments! :}

Daww thank you, it twaz nothin. I’m just glad that people want to see my art.

Well, taking everyone into consideration, the tallest is Captain Barnacles, and the shortest is Tomminow. (This little guy 👇)

The Vegimals aside though? Peso is the shortest. 

(And thank you! I’m glad :})

Honestly? Awful. I feel like absolute garbage, I just hope this will all finally go away soon.

Not really no, and no thanks on the cookies, I shouldn’t eat anything until I get super hungry because everything gives me stomachaches.. But a hug would sure be nice right about now.

I can give you a link to their wiki pages if that’ll help, I’m not really good with my words and you can learn everything you need to know about them there. <:}

Captain Barnacles (The polar bear guy)

Kwazii (The orange pirate cat guy)

Peso (The bby Penguin doktor)

Shellington (Tall Otter boi)

Dashi (Doge girl with skirt)

Professor Inkling (Fancy squik)

Tweak (Green bunny country gal chick)

The Vegimals (Little veggie dudes)

All the Gups (Metal fishes)

The Octopod (Momma metal squik)

Whos the youngest Octonaut? Well, if we’re not including the Vegimals, I’d say its probably Peso. And the oldest is most likely Professor Inkling.

Does anyone have claustrophobia? Yes! Captain Barnacles canonically does. He got trapped in a deep hole in some icy caves as a cub, since then he’s been afraid of tight and closed in spaces. I have extended on that fact and thought of many different scenarios relating to the aftermath of the Octonauts movie, but you know.. still not confident in all this Octonauts stuff so I haven’t posted my headcannons yet. <:/

Novelas translated into English means Soap Opera.

You think so? I feel like that’s not Kwazii’s thing, he’d probably like horror movies and action filled movies. But Peso probably would like them not gonna lie, him and Dashi would probably watch them together.

Well, in my draft post I’ve got two headcannons for her so far.

Tweak likes sleeping in the launch bay for the #1 reason that she can hear the water sloshing around in the bay. Which mimics the sound the water in the swamp used to make when she lived there with her Dad.

Tweak gets bad migraines when she’s sick, so the other Octonauts have to do a lot to accommodate her. Because the beds in the med bay aren’t that soft, she prefers to sleep in her room when she’s sick. But then the usually comforting sounds of the water in the launch bay become pain inducing. So the launch bay is emptied of all its water, the lights are shut off and, unless its an emergency, no one is allowed in the launch bay until she recovers. 

I looked it up, and its true.

KWAZII WAS A GIRL IN THE BOOKS?? THEN WHY IS HE A BOY IN THE SHOW?? WHY DID THEY CHANGE THAT?? WH??? I mean, don’t get me wrong, I like this Kwazii more than I would any other version of him, but still, WHY’D THEY CHANGE THAT?? IM GLAD THEY DID BUT WHY??

Hmm.. let me think...

Captain Barnacles most likely doesn’t ever have uninterrupted free time, and even when he does, he probably still prefers to be up in HQ where anyone can find him if they need him. But lets say for the sake of it that he has some free time and he takes it. He’d probably either want to play his accordion, or want to read a book.

I feel like there’s a lot of different things Kwazii likes to do in his spare time, but goofing around in the Gup-B is probably his favorite.

Peso probably likes to do puzzles and play his xylophone.

Dashi probably reads books while listening to music. How she does both of these things at the same time I have no idea.

Tweak probably plays video games.

Professor Inkling and Shellington both probably read books in their free time.

I’m not too sure what the Vegimals would do in their free time though..

Oh yes, indeed it does. 

Before becoming the Captain of the Octonauts, Barnacles had to ask himself,  “Am I really ready to be their leader?” Can he handle managing a team of that size? Can he react to situations fast enough and make the right choices? He thought it through and believed that yes. He was ready.

But he wasn’t. He wasn't prepared for that gut wrenching anxiety when one crew member goes missing. He wasn't prepared for the crippling heat that most everywhere else has compared to his home. He wasn't prepared to become so attached to his crew that the thought of something happening to them keeps him awake for nights in a row. He wasn’t prepared for that overwhelming nausea of missing home and his sister. 

There was a lot he didn’t know. They’d all turn to him when something went wrong and ask if everything's going to be okay. He’d say “don’t worry, its all going to be okay.” but he’s just as unsure as everyone else.

Now don't get me wrong, he’s not this completely hopeless and unexperienced Captain that bit off more than he could chew, no. There’s just somethings he didn’t think about before becoming Captain of the Octonauts.

Now usually he can really keep himself composed almost always. He’s very level headed and very good at thinking his way through things, But sometimes? He just.. needs a break. He usually cant get a break because he’s the Captain and always needs to be alert, so everyone else that sees it usually tries to help.

Some crew members, like the Vegimals and Kwazii, have a habit of following the Captain around when they see that he’s tired to keep an eye on him. Others like Shellington and Dashi tend to give him space and keep things quiet for him. Some crew members, like Peso and Tweak tend to clean up around the place to take some weight off the Captains shoulders, they all help him out in some way.

Professor Inkling will sometimes find an excuse to pull him aside to have some tea with him. They’ll sit and talk for a bit but then he’s back up on his feet and back to work. This poor bear..

..hold on.. was this a drawing suggestion?

Dashi and Tweak would probably hang out in Dashi’s room and goof around. Not sure what they’d do.. maybe read, talk, play games or.. idk pillow fights? I don’t know what girls do on a girls night.

As for everyone else? I also am not sure, I don’t know what all those characters with all their clashing personalities would do on a boys night. Maybe they would all watch a movie? All attempt bake something obnoxious together? They seem like the kind of characters that would do that.

I’ve never been to a girls night or a guys night, so I don't really have much of a base to go off of.. but both groups would probably get together and do something they’d all enjoy. Guys maybe a funny movie, and the girls just talking and reading books? <:D 

For real that’d be hilarious. Imagine if their voices were deep and gruff too but they just make them sound high pitched for fun?

Dude that’d be so funny. Like Kwazii’s up to his shenanigans again blabbering on about some sea monster or what have you, and Tunip out of nowhere just goes,

“Kwazii legit stop, we all know that you’re just talking about some ordinary sea creature that pirates interpreted as a sea monster.“

The whole crew gon be like

If this game existed in their world and they all played it.....

Captain Barnacles would make it through a pacifist run and would be satisfied. He’s some kind of weirdo who doesn’t think of characters as real people and doesn’t obsess over them and cry about them. Overall he thinks the game is pretty neat, but probably not his type of game.

Kwazii would want to test his skills by attempting a genocide, but his heart of gold would get in the way and he wouldn’t be able to complete it. He’d feel terrible for killing goat mom, reset and go hard pacifist next round. Overall he thinks the game is awesome.

Peso would want to talk to every character so they’d all be included in the story. He’d go full pacifist and cry over the story and its characters. Overall 10/10 for him.

Dashi would probably cry over the game a lot and would never attempt a genocide run because the characters are now her family.

Shellington would hate the fighting parts so would delay those bits by walking around and talking to characters over and over again.

Tweak would go through a neutral run because she sometimes accidently kills weaker monsters. Overall she loves the story and its characters, 10/10 would play again.

Professor Inkling would become invested in the story I bet. Complimenting the story arcs for the characters and its creative game play. But I feel like he’d only play it once and probably wouldn’t beat it, but would have fun with it none the less.

Thank you!!!♡♡♡ Man, I never expected such a positive response to switching to Octonauts, I cant believe everyone is so excited about it! I’m so glad you like my Octonauts art, that really makes me feel better and like what I’m drawing is worth while. ɷ◡ɷ

Aww I’m glad! And oh yeah, the animals at the end were always scary. Remember the Boo the spookfish?

Boo was a cute little googly eyed fishy boi who was just so sweet and somft until the creATURE REPORT AND I-

THAT’S MY QUE TO YEET THE COMPUTER

Dawww thank you!! I tried. <:}

[storysofmyown]

Seven stages of love Chapter one: Eros

Summary: Ever since the Celestial War, since they all fell, Asmodeus has  dedicated himself to his sin. Not caring about anything else, but  drowning himself in the pleasure and ecstasy of it all. But not anymore,  now he cant even handle the idea of it. But, what else is there to  want? After so long of having indulged in his sin, what is there than  Asmodeus is looking for, something that will fill him, and that wont  drive him to destruction? Perhaps his brothers can help him with that. Warnings will appear in each chapter.

Trigger Warnings:  Mentions of adult content, forced kiss, crying, hatred.

Word count: 2116

Lust. That’s all he felt. Constantly, uniquely, entirely. That was  him, it covered every inch of his skin, and even those which could not  be covered. It touched the deepest parts of his conscious and hid the  parts that were meant to be something else. That was everything he was.  Ecstasy, passion, deep kisses that meant nothing the other day, a  feverish dream that left him aching for something else. For something  more. But what was there to need? What could he ask for more? If there  was one thing Asmodeus knew, it was lust, it was his own body and the  way it reacted to the feeling. The many tears that had been shed before,  during and after. The immense pain that came with wanting more but  having everything there was to need in that moment.

They never  noticed. His partners, they were all too focused on the way their own  bodies felt to notice the tears from the demon. Not one of them ever had  stopped to ask the demon if he was okay, if he had enjoyed it, if he  wanted them to spend the night. But that was fine, lust did not come  with that king of treatment. And…he did not need it. All he needed was  that passion, the breathy sighs and the kisses that took him out of his  mind. The moment before it ended was the worst…because he wouldn’t have  the touches anymore.

Most called him easy, but there was a  comforting feeling in the touches of a stranger that saw him as  beautiful too. It didn’t matter where, when, how or with who, the  sensation was overwhelming, and he could never get enough, or at least  that’s what he told himself. That was what he swore until the tears  began. They were not always present, they had become something out of  nowhere. At first, he cried because of the pain, now he cried for  nothing and no one, but at the same time for everything and anyone. It  used to be the pull of the hair and the bites that drew blood, the pain  that came from the hits…now, it was the gentle touches that started it.  It was the soft kiss before the teeth were sunk in, it was the way they  held his hand before he was brought to the room where the sensation  would begin.

It was as little as a compliment, a small kiss…but  also, it was as big as when he woke up, marks covering him, soreness  making it unbearable to move, and yet…and empty bed that screamed no one  cared for anything other than the sensation. But that was expected. He  used to never cry for that, he used to be the one to leave first thing  in the morning, but now…now even when wrapped into someone’s else warmth  he felt alone. He didn’t understand why, after all, that’s all he  needed, that’s all he ever knew, nothing had changed for him to weep  like this…and yet…

Yet here he was, in the middle of a big ball.  Absolutely stunning demons left and right looking for something, asking,  begging, pleading. Some he recognized, others he had never seen before  in his long life, yet they proclaimed the sensation would be the best if  he just allowed them. Some didn’t even ask and pulled him by the arm  for a kiss, for a touch, for something that might get them what they  wanted. But…he didn’t want it…at all. It just hit him, it hit him just  as he was walking to the bathroom and a demon cornered him on the way,  hot kisses full of such a passion and desire, the sound of clothing and  the ever so gentle breathless claims of pleasure…it hit him even though  he was denying it. He didn’t want this anymore.

In fact, he hated  it. He hated the way they all looked at him, he hated the smirks and  the softness that never stayed for long. He hated how it was always  different, he used to love that. But now…now he would give anything to  be with the same person twice, because at least that would tell him that  the demon cared enough to come back. But even then…even then he  wouldn’t want it. The slap echoed through the empty halls of the palace,  as Asmodeus glared at the demon, a splash fallowed, his drink spilled  over them as he tried to breath. He hated this…he didn’t want it  anymore, not the passion, not the ecstasy, not the pain or the pull of  the hair, the bites and the marks and the breathless sighs as his body  ached for more…he didn’t want to feel lust anymore.

“…I said no…”

His  words are merely a whisper within the chaos that had spiraled in just  that second. His eyes never meet with the demon, he didn’t even get a  look at their face, their voice distant as they muttered an apology and  left. In that moment, just as he stood alone in the empty hall, the  footsteps of the demon echoing away, replaying a million times in his  head, all associated with different memories of demons that had also  left at some point, Asmodeus realized that there was something wrong  with him.

He was meant to be lust, fascination, temptation, the  hidden stares that one gives to the person they simply need, the touches  that set ablaze the skin without even a word, or the words that made  the heart run without a touch. He was lust…and yet, he didn’t want it  anymore. He didn’t want the touches that meant nothing, he didn’t want  the kisses that would not linger, he didn’t want for his bed to become  cold even under the warmth of a body in it. He wanted more…but what was  that more?

Why would he want something more than what he was? And  even so, what was there to want? What was that hidden gem that had been  calling his name for years on end, begging him to go onto and undress  his mind to its power and care? What was the sensation and the feeling  that would make him feel like a single hug meant more than all the times  he had been kissed? What was the feeling he needed that would make him  feel…like he mattered…like his partners cared about him? What was there  to want, other than what he had always had?

He hated crying. The  endless tears and the way his skin felt afterwards. He hated feeling  suffocating by his own hand, he hated the way his chest would raise and  fall so quickly that his head would rather focus on the sound of the  sobs that would make his throat hurt tomorrow. He hated how alone it  felt. All those feelings he had…all those feelings he wanted…all of the  things he knew didn’t matter and all of those that did. He was crying  for all of them, and yet for none. He was crying for the  incomprehensible feeling that brought starring on the mirror, starring  at a picture of his family, starring at others who were happy, starring  at others who were cared for. He was crying because he wanted something,  yet he didn’t knew what it was.

Why did he need it so much? Why  was it something he desired even more than the kisses itself? He never  needed something like this, he never had even asked for a hug, he didn’t  care about that! And now…and now here he was. Sobbing uncontrollably in  his bed, clothes covering his body that he couldn’t even stand to look  at in the mirror at that point. He just cried and hopped the wall and  the door would be a silent witness of his demise. But he didn’t account  for his own voice to be the one to tell on his cries.

A soft  knock came upon his door. It was like the mere silent in the room left  as Asmodeus was confronted by the voice on the other side.

“Asmodeus?”

Calming.  That’s how he would describe his youngest brother’s voice. Maybe it was  because his sin was sloth, maybe it was because he didn’t care…or maybe  it was because he did care. All Asmodeus knew is that the calming tone  of his brother reminded him of how little everyone cared for him, a wave  of tears come anew as he sobbed on his bed, the sheet covering from  head to toe as he hugged his legs and could feel his chest aching. He  didn’t want to answer, he didn’t want to be seen like this. He wanted to  be left alone just as much as he would give anything for someone to  comfort him at that moment. His feelings were all over the place. And  so, he missed the sound of the door being opened, the steps of Belphie  as he walked to the bed. Only becoming aware of the hand on his shoulder  when he spoke again.

“Asmo?”

Soft, sweet,  worry. Tenderness as Asmodeus softly removed the sheet to reveal his  head, red eyes, trembling lips as he looked at Belphegor for the first  time in the whole night. As he looked at anyone for the first time after  he realized he didn’t want to be his sin anymore.

“…I  don’t want to only feel lust anymore…I don’t want for others to only  feel lust for me.” He managed to speak out. His voice braking at the end  as sobs started to leave his lips.

When was the last  time he cried this much? When was the last time he felt as lost as he  did in that moment? All he knew is that never in his life did he ever  need someone to gently hug him and tell him it was okay. Never in his  entire long life did he imagine that the soft hug of someone that he  called bother could bring as much comfort as it could bring him over to  the final stages of the loathing he felt in that moment. It took a few  minutes, or maybe longer. It was hard to tell by the ever still dark  sky, but Asmodeus finally calmed down. He finally stopped sobbing  uncontrollably as he grabbed onto Belphegor. Only a few gentle sobs  leaving his lips from time to time as he apologized for Belphie having  to see him like that.

His brother merely shook his head, telling  him how he doesn’t mind, and a silent promise to not tell anyone else.  He didn’t ask what was wrong, and Asmodeus was glad he hadn’t. After  all, the crying demon had let the words slip from his mouth in a  desperate plea for help. Asmodeus barely understood this ever-lasting  loneliness that had crippled inside of him, that made its home onto his  heart and refused to leave. Even the gentlest of touches from a lover  would bring no sensation. Yet…now he felt warm as his brother hugged  him.

“Asmo…” Belphegor spoke, still hugging his elder  brother but neither of them looking at the other. The silence prevailed  for a second more as Asmodeus took deep breaths trying to control the  still emerging tears. “…you do remember that we are family…and that  means we **** you, right?”

Belphegor always had a way to  point the most obvious things in the world…and yet those same things  were the most forgettable of them all. How long has it been since he  heard that word? How much longer had it been since those words were  muttered towards him, about him, for him? Even longer than the last time  he had said them, that’s for sure. He had used the word before, in  passing, in a moment, never paying too much attention. But now…now he  wondered. Belphegor had used that word towards him, saying they were  family, but…why did Asmo still feel so alone? That word was meant to  express some kind of care, right? Perhaps…perhaps he didn’t understand  them, not yet at least. And for that reason, he couldn’t believe  Belphegor’s words, there was so much he didn’t know still…

As the  moon went down and the sobs became mere deafened whispers in the dark,  Asmodeus and Belphegor kept hugging each other. And although the older  demon had yet to understand what was amiss within him, there was a  reassurance in is brothers embrace, something he needed, a hug, and  nothing more.  

Eros: Desire, sensual, passionate, pleasurable, and erotic love. Can also be seen as sexual longing.

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Uhhhhh...hi? It has been like...a long time since i last wrote and posted anything here. Truth is Ive been working on this fic for a long time now and I am finally happy enough with this to post the first chapter. So, yes, here it is. This was inspired by a piece of trivia I heard where the Greeks had 7 words for the different types of love. And it got me wondering how would Asmodeus react to those. So yeah, I really hope you all liked this chapter, and I will be posting the next one next Saturday!

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