#just openly sobbing in my bedroom

[fireflythecinnamonjollyrancher]

saw a poem about watching chaos unfold from the west and the final lime was "im so sorry for my part in it" and I think that finally broke me

It's MY money that I already don't have enough of that's forced out of my pocket that's funding death and torture thousands of miles away. I want that money back!!!! You didn't even ask you just took it and spent it somewhere I don't want it spent!!!! I don't think taxpayer dollars should ever be allowed to fund offensive attacks or the military. I want my money to go to my local libraries, food shelters, to low cost housing, to rescuing animals. But no. It's going to genocide right now and there's nothing I can do except scream and yell and donate what I can

[vampiricgf]

— v. lycaon | stay soft, get eaten

·₊̣̇. ⊱ warnings: fem reader, dubcon, aphrodisiac, yandere, oral fem receiving, clit sucking, cervix fucking, knotting, creampie, extremely unrealistic depiction of sex, he calls you master n is a lil obsessed with you, not edited/proofread

wc: 2k+

the grip he has on me is insane now if only he'd be gripping up this [REDACTED] sobs

You were so lucky to have an attendant as well prepared as Lycaon. After spending the evening unable to sleep, angrily listening to birdsong as the light peeking in from the window grew less and less subdued, he had suggested you take a simple supplement and attempt a nap upon seeing you still laying in bed at his arrival. After all getting rest was the most important thing and if something would come up he could easily handle it for you without letting you rest excessively.

Just enough to be able to get through the day yet still feel appropriately tired come night, that was what he promised after handing a small tablet to you which you gratefully accepted. Lycaon had been sweet and thoughtful from the moment he started at your estate with the Victoria Housekeeping contract, and was always so adamant about remaining at your side.

When the room begins to soften at the edges you don't question it, it may be a mild effect from the pill or your own deprived brain. Focusing on the beat of your heart was easier, keeping your eyes closed as you remained tucked into bed. A heaviness spread through your limbs, delicious and reminiscent of a sleepy cat in the honeyed afternoon sun as you roll onto your back to stretch against the warm sheets.

The brush of them against your skin sends an unfamiliar sort of heat spreading beneath the surface of your body, an odd feeling of wishing it was replaced with physical touch, yearning suddenly for a certain thiren that you knew wouldn't be far from your bedroom.

You try ignoring the growing ache between your thighs, uncomfortably turning over and over from side to side as the temperature rises. Before long you have to thrash the covers off to rest barely covering your legs, nearly panting with the volatile mixture of desire and no sleep.

Thinking of calling for him you bite your bottom lip, a small whimper coming from low in your throat. As you struggle with the inappropriateness of the urge little do you know he's just opposite the bedroom door, listening intently to you with barely contained self satisfaction thrumming through his veins.

It's hardly appropriate for an attendant to be pining after their master, but say you were feeling struck by some overpowering need, what kind of attendant would he be to refuse if you begged for his help? Truly he'd done it on a whim, it just so happened that today was the perfect opportunity to act and perhaps it was simply fate.

"Master?"

His voice jolts you out of the thick fog of lust as he steps through the doorway, unable to bear the sounds of you whimpering for him any longer. With quick steps he's beside you, a hand coming to rest delicately against your forehead which nearly makes you moan from the contact. Your skin glistened with a sheen of sweat and the scent of your arousal was heady in the balmy air, if he were less composed it would've made him drool instantly.

"Are you ill?" Faux concern laces the words as his eyes trail from your face to your heaving chest, your top having bunched up just beneath your breasts was a tantalizing challenge to his self control.

"I can't sleep- feels like I'm on fire," you whine, your eyes fluttering closed and he's grateful for the chance to ogle you openly.

"Do you require my help?" The tone of the question leaves little room for interpretation, the almost breathy way he asks betraying how clear your neediness is to him.

It should make you embarrassed, you should wave him away with a demure no I'll be fine but you can't bring yourself to speak the words aloud, nearly choking on how much you ache for him to touch you again. In a distant corner of your disconnected mind you wonder if thirens can smell things like arousal and perhaps that's why he offered. It makes your thighs clench together hard, the muscles flexing beneath the skin. How lucky you were to have someone so dedicated to attending to your needs that he'd even offer.

"Wouldn't be- appropriate-" you force the words out between deep breaths, desperately trying to regain some self control as your eyes find his.

He looked so handsome knelt by your bed, his singular visible eye shining with concern. You want to smooth the worry from his face with a hundred deep, frantic kisses, so powerful is the urge it's more like being gripped by madness.

"You don't need to worry, as my master I can't let you remain in this state without intervention." The words are so syrupy sweet to your ears, his voice low and sending delightful shivers down your spine.

If he's saying it's okay then why worry about impropriety? Once again you can't help the surge of thankfulness at his presence and his loyalty to you.

Gingerly he grasps your hand in his much larger one, bringing your arm up before placing the softest kiss to your inner wrist. The sensation of his lips against your skin is enough to make you squirm, back arching slightly just from the barest contact.

"Mm, don't know what's wrong with me," you breathe harshly as his mouth maps a trail from your wrist up your arm, your shoulder, and before you register it he's above you and those clawed hands are roaming the overheated skin of your stomach and it feels like every sense you have is being overcrowded by him.

If you had the wherewithall you would have perhaps been ashamed to be so openly writhing and moaning beneath him with your hands fisting in the material of his shirt but given the way he makes you feel like you'll crack apart in the next millisecond there was simply no room for things like humiliation or shame.

"Will you let me help you, my master?"

The request is accompanied by the feeling of him sucking on the side of your neck, sharp teeth barely ghosting over the delicate flesh he could easily rip. Why does everything feel so much more sensitive than usual? If you could think straight it would be a more pertinent question, but against the feeling of his hands cupping your breasts and urging you to help him remove your shirt the concern washes away like sugar in hot water.

In a way Lycaon is glad for your habit of wearing little to nothing in bed, because it feels like this is exactly what you wanted to happen. Each evening it was like the single greatest test of his resolve to not immediately give in to the urge that screamed to rip those skimpy clothes off you and fuck you until your pretty eyes were full of tears and that tongue of yours was only good for sounding out his name.

And he hadn't lied earlier, not fully. That pill would help you with your sleeping troubles eventually but the less than mild aphrodisiac effects would kick in first. It's no concern though, because that's what he's here for, to service you as his master. And so what if it happens to be a shockingly convenient avenue for satisfying his own desires? Who could blame a devoted attendant for loving their master so greatly?

As you shift your hips impatiently he's all too eager to indulge you, hooking a hand beneath your thigh and pushing one leg up in order to slot himself better between your legs and feel the tantalizing heat radiating from the apex of your thighs.

You can feel the way his bulge throbs against you through your clothes and it's exciting, like his body is begging for just the same release as yours and his movements have taken on a more predatory tinge- caging your body with his forearms on either side of your head now, nipping and sucking at your bottom lip in between sloppy kisses and the rhythmless, frantic grinding of his hips against yours.

"Want you, please," it leaves your lips as a pathetically desperate whine as you roll your hips to meet his in a pantomime of unclothed thrusts. Feeling his erection strain against layers of clothing has only served to make you feel even more delirious, like you're on fire and he's all that could hope to put it out.

"Like this?" The question is needy, nakedly desperate and it makes your fingers claw against his soft fur, pulling him down to kiss you again in a flurry of teeth and tongues.

You give an airy mhm and his head dips down to your chest with a particularly sinful groan, teeth ghosting over the swell of your breast before his hands are on you again, nearly ripping the flimsy pajama bottoms off of you in his haste to get you undressed and knowing you're so impossibly close to finding relief for the all consuming ache in your body makes you sigh contentedly for the first time as the air brushes against your clammy skin.

His movements are quick, snaking down on his belly and brushing his nose against the skin of your inner thighs. You can hear the deep inhale he takes, feel the way your body flushes hot in response. His hands run up and down your feverish skin, riling you up and when his tongue licks a fat stripe all the way up your flesh until his face is pressed against your pussy you can't help the way you moan his name so brokenly, a sound more akin to cracking porcelain.

And it's then that his self restraint seems to snap cleanly in two, his claws nearly digging into your thighs, nose bumping against your achingly puffy clit as his tongue delved inside your soaked entrance. It was impossible, feeling him as deeply as you were and he wasn't even using his fingers. Your own twisted into the bedsheets so hard they should have torn, your mouth open as your hips bucked wildly against his face.

Soon enough he held one arm across your hips to pin you down and lessen your squirming, alternating between lapping at your clit and sucking on it, his sharp canines occasionally brushing dangerously against the sensitive bundle of nerves. With every drag of his tongue it felt like a coil winding back tighter and tighter inside your gut, hands fumbling to touch any part of him you could grasp as he retained his unrelenting pace never wavering in the attention he lavished your pussy with.

And all too soon he's pulling away from you, leaving you to keen high and pathetic at the loss of him, panicked eyes frantically locked on his figure as he drags himself back up to face you. Before you can whine too much he's shushing you with a deep, languid kiss and giving you the secondhand aftertaste of yourself on his tongue. For a brief moment you wonder if you've died and this is the afterlife: one long satisfaction of desire.

"I don't mean to tease, but I need you in another manner master." And you don't need to to ask what he means, feeling what must be his painfully hard erection rubbing against your bare, soaked cunt. Thrilled eagerness skips like electricity through your bloodstream, already rolling your hips to beg for it before your mouth even opens.

And like the wonderful attendant he is Lycaon obliges before you have to say a word. His hands deftly shed his clothes, now rumpled and twisted, before discarding them on the floor in a heap. Your bottom lip catches so hard between your teeth at the sight of him it's a miracle you don't draw blood.

Even in your most vivid fantasies there's simply no way you could capture just how gorgeous he was, and you can feel your eyes widen as they settle on the sight of his now freed cock. The tapered tip, flushed red and needy, glistening with precum, the girth of him enough to make your eyes water, and the length promising that he can easily kiss that spot inside you that turns your vision to static.

You could start drooling from how badly you need him inside you, a fresh wave of overzealous longing battering against your mind like waves against a rocky coastline. As he leans down, supporting himself on one forearm beside your head you meet his eyes again, seeing an amused look on his face that made you squirm in embarrassment at being caught so openly admiring him.

The scent of arousal and sweat is so thick in the air even you can catch it, it must be driving him insane. The thought nearly makes you giggle but the press of him against your entrance cuts off any sound you could hope to make, mouth left hanging open as he starts the slow press inside. Tears instantly push against your waterline, threatening to spill both from the painful adjustment to his size and because nobody has ever made you feel so full before.

He's barely midway inside and you're already panting, chest heaving as you mewl out his name and grab onto his shoulders like he's the only stable thing in the world. Your fingers find purchase in his soft, snowy fur and as his swollen, fat knot settles against your entrance you feel a rush of the most perfect bliss. Like you two were made for each other.

The delirious thought takes root as he kisses his way from your lips to your jaw, down your throat before giving you a few gentle nips with his teeth just to make you gasp and tighten your grip on him before he begins moving.

His pace is slow, almost loving, as you feel every vein as he pulls out only to inch back inside you with ease now thanks to your excess of arousal mingling with his saliva. You can't help the way your toes curl against nothing but the air as you move to grab onto your own thighs, desperate already to feel him deeper and once again, Lycaon follows your whims dutifully.

You can't help but cry out incoherently as he presses into you again and again, the head of his cock hitting so far inside you it nearly knocks the breath from your lungs.

But it's still not enough, and you feel that coil resume it's firm windback into position, almost ready to spring.

"Please, feels so good," you gasp out, "need more- harder -" you squeal with a particularly deep thrust against your cervix and ever the gentleman he doesn't make you ask again.

Groaning low and gravelly he cages you fully with his forearms, burying his snout into the side of your neck as the obscene sounds of skin slapping and the squelching of your greedy cunt drown out anything else. Distantly you hear his claws ripping through the sheets but you can't be bothered to care, not when he's got tears running down your cheeks and your pussy clamping down on his so hard, desperate to keep him inside.

You can feel him throbbing as you curl your fingers deeper into his fur, crying out his name as the tension inside your belly reaches a head, making your eyes screw shut and your head press back against the pillows.

His own ragged breathing doesn't register to you, so lost in the throughs of your own orgasm, but his teeth are gritted, bared in a silent snarl feeling the way you clamp down, the way your walls rhythmically try milking him for all he's worth and in an instinct driven haze his hips move in an even more brutal pace, sure to leave bruises against your tender flesh as the maddening need to cum inside you overwhelms him.

There's no way he could stop himself now and he muffles your cries with sloppy, apologetic kisses, tasting the tang of saltwater as his knot finally pushes it's way in, sitting securely against the ring of muscle at your entrance and he can't stop himself from saying your name against your lips, again and again like a mantra as thick, warm spurts of cum drown your womb.

You remain locked together, you a mess of hiccuping moans and shaking from the aftershocks of your orgasm and him grinding against you as if he could still fuck more of his cum even further inside you.

Your ankles shakily lock around his hips and one of his arms slides under your back, hand finding it's way down to grope and squeeze your ass as he whispers to you, words of thanks for indulging him and for allowing him to be of service that swirl dreamily around in your head as your fingers start gingerly stroking against his silky fur, soothing the spots you had twisted and tugged.

In a far away corner of your mind you recognize that this is the first time he's ever used your name to address you. It makes you smile, small and twinged with sleep. You know once he's no longer inside you he'll adamantly clean you up, move you to a different space and ensure you can sleep comfortably while h tidies your wrecked bed.

But another part of you wonders if you could convince him to forgo it all and just stay like this, warm and tangled together.

Maybe if you ask sweetly.

[ayyy-pee]

Can we get some Nanami fluff where he’s caring for reader on her period?

hi bby!!! i am SO LATE with this one and it ended up being super different than what i first imagined it being lol but i felt like it fit the vibe of SIL so here we are with yet another Strangers in Love bit LOL (click the link if you haven't read SIL yet!)

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Pairing: Nanami Kento x Female Reader

Summary: Just a little drabble about how Nanami cares for SIL reader on her period...

Genre: Divorced to Lovers AU

What was it you had asked for again?

Nanami stands in the female hygiene product aisle at the drugstore, arms full of various items that he thinks may be beneficial for you. The confident air he exuded when he’d first entered the store has long faded and has been replaced with nothing but nerves. Nanami ticks off the boxes in his mental checklist, because it’s been so long since he’s had to do this for you, or any woman really, that he’s completely second guessing himself.

“Heating pad…” he murmurs under his breath. “Painkillers…chocolates…or does she prefer gummy worms now? Hmm…”

The large variety of products has his head spinning and he’s embarrassed to admit that he’s been standing in this aisle for far longer than he had intended. This is definitely not how he planned his day to go. 

Earlier That Day…

Nanami’s eyes watch the minute hand tick by on his wristwatch. It’s early Friday morning, and he should have left for work by now. But you haven’t gotten up yet, breaking the routine you two have picked back up on after all these years apart. It doesn't matter what day it is, or what time it is, if you're staying over at each other's places, you're up to say goodbye to one another. So you still being asleep is throwing Nanami off. Not that you can’t sleep in from time to time, but you just…don’t usually. 

And honestly, he doesn’t want to leave without saying goodbye to you. 

He can’t bear to mess this up again when your relationship has been going so well since dating again.

So instead, Nanami sets his briefcase down in your foyer and heads to your bedroom. When he opens the door, he’s met with darkness and silence. He can just barely make out your form beneath the blankets. You must be exhausted to be sleeping in and Nanami does not want to disturb you, so he quietly moves to close your door so he can head out. He’ll simply send you a text that he left while you were sleeping. That way it doesn’t seem as though he left without taking you into consideration.

The door is less than an inch from closing when Nanami thinks he hears something, the noise so hushed he almost misses it. He pauses, gives it a few seconds, and just before he moves to close the door again, he hears it once more. There’s no mistaking it, the quiet little sniffle coming from inside the bedroom, followed by an even quieter sob.

He’s moving before he realizes it. Nanami kneels beside your bed, gently peeling the blankets back and although he can’t see you in the dim early lighting, Nanami just knows. You’re crying. For what reason, he doesn’t know. But it kills him all the same.

“What’s wrong, my love?” He asks gently, a hand coming to caress your wet cheek. “Are you okay?”

His question makes you openly cry now, the tears flowing freely as Nanami quickly shuffles to the other side of your bed to lie with you, not caring that he’s ruining his suit as he scoots to hold you. His front presses against your back, large palm coming down to press against your stomach, and for some reason you sigh as though the warmth and pressure from his hand gives you some sort of relief.

Nanami nuzzles his nose into your hair, inhaling your scent. “Talk to me, love. What’s the matter?”

It takes you a moment, but when you finally speak, your voice comes out strained and tired. “Ugh…I started my period and I’m so damn miserable…” you groan, sniffling. “I think I’m dying…I need to run to the store but–”

“What do you need? I’ll go for you,” Nanami volunteers immediately. The last thing he wants is for you to go out in this condition. “I think I remember the products you use…”

You make a noise that sounds like a mixture of a laugh and a hiss of pain before you sigh out, “I don’t know if I should be flattered that you remember or I don’t know…disturbed? Are you that obsessed with me?”

“Yes,” he answers, instantly. He nuzzles further into you if possible. “I still remember the first time I ran to the convenience store to buy you products back in college. And the time I had to give you an extra pair of pants when you’d started your cycle unexpectedly, and–”

“Kennnnn,” you whine. “You’re so sweet and so strange. Why do you remember that?”

Nanami chuckles, softly rubbing his hand in soothing circles against your lower abdomen. “It’s not meant to be weird, but I remember these were big moments in our relationship. What I mean is, I want to take care of you.”

“What about work? You’ll be late…”

“I’m not going. You need me here.”

You curl into a ball before him and just a few seconds pass before he feels your body shaking, wracked with sobs. “Stop saying sweet things to meeeee,” you whine. “I love you so muuuuch.”

“Okay…okay,” he agrees. “I’m heading to the store, then. I’ll get you what you need, but if you think of anything else, just message me.” He kisses the top of your head, slowly peeling himself away from you, though he wants to stay in bed for as long as you’re there. But Nanami knows you need these essentials so that you’re comfortable. He’ll make the trip as quick as possible.

Currently…

This trip was not as quick as possible. His brown eyes stare at the selection before him. Did you use winged pads? Non-winged? Scented or not? Heavy flow or light flow? Or maybe you had grown to prefer tampons? Or…what the hell is a diva cup?

“Sir?” A soft voice calls out to him. Nanami turns his head to see a store attendant, an elderly woman, gazing softly at him. Her eyes crinkle at the corners as she smiles. “I’ve passed by this aisle a few times now and you’re still here. Did you need some assistance?”

Well, this is beyond embarrassing. All that talk of remembering your preferences, being obsessed with you (not a lie), and recalling memories that made you feel confident enough in sending him out alone into the world to bring you back something useful. All that, just for Nanami to get to the store, standing in a wrinkled business suit, and having absolutely no clue what he’s looking at.

Not only that, but some poor old woman is now taking pity on him and offering her services. He wants to take her up on her offer, but he also stubbornly wants to prove to himself that he can take care of you. But while he’s being stubborn, you’re suffering and that is something Nanami can’t stand to let continue.

He gives the woman a tight smile. “Actually, if you could–”

His phone buzzing in his pocket cuts him off. He mutters an “excuse me” and he finds himself dropping whatever is in his arms to answer. Only one person would call him this early in the morning. He answers without question, mouthing an apology to the attendant who waits patiently.

“My love,” he answers, brows furrowing when he hears your giggles on the other end of the line. Much different than what he expected seeing as he left you in a puddle of your own tears before going to the store.

“How long have you been standing around at the store?” You ask teasingly, and Nanami purses his lips together.

“I’ll have you know that…” he sighs in defeat. There’s no point in denying it. “It hasn’t been that long.”

Your laughter rings through and Nanami can’t help the wide grin on his face. The attendant clears her throat politely, reminding him that she’s still waiting. He covers the receiver on his phone. “Thank you so much for your help. My wife is going to take it from here.”

The woman nods, making her way out of the aisle and Nanami resumes his call with you.

“You called me your wife…” you breathe softly. 

Nanami feels his heart drop into the pit of his stomach. It was just a habit that he supposes never died. He opens his mouth to apologize, but your giggles surprise him. He expected discomfort, maybe anger given your history, but you don’t seem to feel either of those things. You simply brush it off and keep talking.

“Okay, so, here’s what I need–”

- - - - - -

“It smells so good in here, Kento.” Your sweet voice carries through the kitchen, arms looping around Nanami’s torso from behind. The sun is slowly beginning to set now, casting a warm glow through the kitchen windows as Nanami finishes up dinner. You’ve been resting on the sofa most of the day with your heating pad and whatever strange snacks you’ve been craving. Your pain has finally eased up and Nanami feels like he can breathe easier now that your face isn’t constantly contorted from your cramps. It’s been nice to let you just sit around. He’s simply been helping around your apartment with taking care of some household chores while you recover.

“How are you feeling?” He asks, stirring one last time before tasting the soup he’s thrown together. He makes a mental note to pick up some groceries for you so that there’s a better selection of ingredients for him to choose from for the next meal.

“So much better. Thank you so much for everything today, Kento.”

Nanami switches the stove off, spinning around in your embrace and wrapping his arms around your waist. “Of course. I’m just happy I was here to help.”

You smile shyly, and it’s Nanami’s favorite of all your expressions. “Me too,” you tell him. You lay your head against his chest, sighing contently as you murmur something that sends his heart into full on overdrive... 

“You should move in.”

[call-memissbrightside]

TW: angst

"I need the ring back."

Katsuki is hanging by the doorway of the once shared bedroom, he's on edge and ready to bolt if you decide to begin throwing items-his items- at him again.

You don't move from being seated on the bed, unconsciously still on your side even though you haven't shared a bed with him for a week now. Your wearing the robe he gifted you on your recent birthday. It still smells like him and you hate how much he's changed.

"Y/N."

You close your eyes at the utter coldness in the way he says your name now, so different from the softness he shared with just you. Where did that softness go? To the other woman? The thought makes you tear up and you openly sob.

It hurts Katsuki to see you cry like a little child that fell and scratched up their knee. So loud, and vulnerable, and so raw it makes Katsuki almost scared for you.

He makes note of the time on his watch on this wrist, he grits his teeth and sighs loudly.

"Enough of this!" He yells, and you instantly shut up. Old habits die hard. Katsuki explodes and you go belly up.

"Y/N, please don't make this worse than it has to be." Katsuki rubs his face with a heavy hand in frustration.

You're hearing him but not really. The ring, your ring, is still beautiful after wearing it every day for three years. It twinkles and shines even though you're blinded by hot tears.

The day he proposed was so beautiful. A clear day on the top of his favorite mountain after an intense hike. Katsuki made sure you didn't give up, encouraging you to make it to the tip of the mountain and rewarding you with this ring.

"My ring?" Your bottom lip quivers because it already knows the answer. You knew the end of the marriage was coming for a while now. When Katsuki left home a week ago. When the news broke that he was spotted with another woman. When he'd work late nights and not kiss you as much for months out of the blue.

Still, you had hope because you were still in love with him.

But now he wanted your ring? The same ring he forged the center diamond himself? The ring that he promised was yours and only yours, because he made it to be so. Back when he loved you.

Your chest is tight as you choke back on your sobs as you take off your wedding ring, the last piece of your love for Katsuki.

You can't touch him, you knew it would further break you and you needed some pieces of you left intact if you ever wanted to get past this. So you place it on his pillow, and you don't meet his eyes when Katsuki quickly picks it up and returns back to the doorway.

"Take care of yourself," Katsuki whispers before leaving you and the life he created with you behind. He tries to leave quickly but your piercing cries follow him down the stairs and through the front door as he slams it shut behind him.

[izaneko]

future ran haitani x fem reader.

warnings: smut. intercorse. cursing. pet names. physical stuff. handjobs. rough sex -

after feeding me so much love on my last fic from a few days ago - decided start/finish a new reader for the masses! didn't forget about the request from @diaandreea95 for a reader w ran haitani so after long await- here it is love as promised! 💜

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he is moaning incessantly- wildly breathing fingerbanging your wet walls with his long tender fingers- getting himself off on the sight of your juices releasing all over his tips while slowly inserting another whenever he felt you could stand it. ran haitani was drunk in love - over your body and there were so many times, countless nights where he ended up at your place broken with way too many scratches and bloody after another street brawl he came back from with the guys on evenings where after his leader went lost his temper .. as per the usual of most outcomes when he joined among them.

he was a friggin addict over you. looking just for your sweet release. he wanted to fuck you everytime on contact wasting no time. he was a playboy- a savage and you had him tamed. the obvious way he would wrangle himself back to your place multiple times weekly made you content in knowing that man was all yours even if he wouldn't admit it. it was always in the quietness of nighttime - when you'd stir in excitement hearing when his motorbike as was he was racing, with it's roaring purr as he pulled up to your unit with its loud engine alerting fully your senses, drenching through your panties before he could even text you that he was outside. ran just couldn't stand it-

the control that you had that took over him- from what you did to him. there were so many times he had questioned just why he kept finding himself on his motorbike at night driving over to your place thinking about the reasons why.. it never came to him. he was never in love before ..ever. there wasn't a chance in hell it would be that - so what was it about you? he'd have to stop in utter frustration whenever he would catch himself openly grabbing his cell to going to his contacts clicking your name subconsciously every night - almost fighting the silent urge to hit the call button immediately.

it was the passion in your eyes that he was obsessed with - that he craved when he was fucking you in a mess- a sign that he shouldn't stop. you put him in a crazed state. - his want couldn't cease no matter what he tried doing. even the times he'd try and release his thick load to your pretty face privately saved in a secret folder in his phone wasn't enough. he only wanted the real you-

realizing you were now practically sobbing in ecstasy and release beneath him- ran slipped his firm touch out and effortlessly pulled his top over his torso tossing it wherever- his pants in just as quick of a motion. practically lunging onto your frame like a lion hunting its found prey he pushed his cock fast past your lips and inside of your heat not caring if you were still just only barely in your living room. watching with hungry eyes he pulled his dick out and back in again maniacally rapidly making you shriek in his pleasure. while pressing your back down with his large hands onto the black leather sofa -that he smugly picked out for you himself when you asked him to join you furniture shopping. he started pushing himself in your aching desire with the length of it hitting that ever so sensitive area over your rosebud from his hard dick pounding so mercilessly- you came in less than thirty- seconds flat.

ran didn't care if you couldn't stand at work tomorrow at all he wanted you just like this- all fucked out and pretty from his cock. he was working your insides like a damn pro. ran grabbed your shoulders and lifted you into his lips pressing into yours hard with his own desperately wanting to taste your delicacy that he craved. in the same motion- he lifted you up moving in attempt to reach the bedroom to properly hit your sexy-ass at every angle.

he was fucking you literally everywhere- unable to contain himself. ran wanted to cum so bad but he was a stubborn one. he was gonna ride this sht out. make you go insane for him the way that you had him every last night. his firm grasp placed tightly around your waist pumping himself hard with his sickened infatuation only made him thrash into your cunt so fucking crazily and sweetly that you whined in a voice you never heard before. ' fck- ran! .. oh g-d! ' your voice sang out in release. moving faster and pleasing every corner of your insides you felt the highest form of sensuality imaginable- its as if he didn't give a fuck about your body and you didn't either- from how well his cock had you feeling and delivered. from the warmth coming from his cock deep inside of you- he was seducing your senses to higher places beyond reason while moaning in his rough tone every time you clenched with pleasure onto his firm length. ' that's good sweetheart- take it.. ungh-h -take all of me like the good girl you are. '

whispering softly in your ear, rans moved his massive cock harder than before into the slick of your folds, pumping his massive length making your body shiver from how he was reaching every part of your throbbing glistening core making him let out a little giggle as his relentless thrusting left you stimulated and vibrating highly in his passion.

' hnn .. ungh- .. you - like taking this whole dick- don't you sweetheart? i see it all in your pretty fucked out face- you want more don't ya?' picking up on the fact that he was already knocking you out- using no time his hands found on your ass dragging on your already weakened tired body as he began to move you both in unison to the bedroom. your small wrists held on to his neck as he effortlessly fucked his way up into you the time on the way there moving his thick cock back and forth deeper thrusting with every step or small lunge that he would his body would make. it had your vagina in tears. ' ran- fck!'

as you were sobbing wildly in pleasure he laughed in his response to your cries with his cunningly signature smirk- 'were not gonna even make it to the bedroom ..are we now love? bout to make you cry even more right here- ' ran moaned sweetly into your ear making sure you knew what he was about to do. pressing on your shoulders against the doorframe he pumped his heat deeper and faster inside of you pressing all of your buttons to have you in shambles cumming over his length pulling on his braids as a handlebar to ground yourself from the way how your full orgasm was reaching your brain. ' fuck babe- youre gnna .. ungh.. get me to start cummin too - unh .. ' ran slammed thoroughly through your orgasm leaving you there singing in his praises ' ran- oh! mh .. m cumming! - fck ! - ah! .. ' he winced back from the sound and the wetness forming from your slick all around his base proved that you weren't lying- and he felt as he drained himself inside his hands after pulling out with full intent on staying inside if you'd hadn't reminded him quickly that you weren't on the pill. ran felt himself blush from the friction of his palms now running over his cock pushing his seed against your thick thighs. ' fuck babe- now that's what im talking about .. - ' he moaned in your soft mouth between rough tongue twists driving him mad. ' want you to just like that always- sweet heart. ' ran wasn't lying. he wanted you- -always.

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[heartfullofleeches]

Yan Angel + G.N "Loser" Reader + Yan Demon Harem Blurb

It's been a while since you've been out on your own.

Between an influx of roommates better described as your partners by them and the few friends you had before not a day had gone by without someone hanging off your arm or chatting your precious hours away. Your apartment, once hollow and your fortress of solitude, was now bustling with more life and love than any home you had inhabited in the past. It was pleasant, if not a little overwhelming at times. Sometimes you missed the silent nights - the days when you were alone with nothing but your thoughts to keep you company.

Crawling out of bed and over the bodies that crowded your space, you slip on your shoes and retrieve the spare key tapped to the underside of your desk. As always, your roommates had hidden your main set and thus you hid spares in places they'd like never explored. Creeping towards the front door - the floorboards creak and cry out from the added weight.

"Baby?..."

You still, as if both you - and the shadow had zero knowledge of its heightened vision. The figure yawns, turning back towards your bedroom door.

"Grab me a pack of gum, if you'd like to buy my silence."

With a small nod, you pull your hood overhead and step out into the chilly evening air.

The closest gas station was about a block away; a fair final destination for your first night out alone in weeks. Walking through the vacant streets, it felt like a weight has been lifted off your shoulders - likely because it had. Your roommates were quick to massage out any kinks in your muscles when they were the cause of the majority. Each weighted a ton and loved to cling to you as if they were like as air. Still, you didn't mind it much considering they fixed the problems they caused almost as soon as they caused them. They cleaned up a lot in your life, more than you'd admit to them or risk being smothered to death by finally acknowledging their hard work and care.

"Sorry."

Opening the gas station door, you bump into someone as they exit. The hooded figure either ignores or didn't hear your apology as they quietly sit on the curb, head slumped against their knees.

Ok.... You shrug it off and enter the store, gunning for the isle with the item you set out to obtain. You pick a random pack and head up to the front to check out. The cashier takes a double look at you, straightening the hunch in their back as genuine surprise flashes in their eyes.

"Y/n? That you? Didn't recognize you without those bags under your eyes. You look good - how ya been?"

You check his nametag. Noah had been the closest thing to a friend you had for a while considering you'd see each other almost every night on his shift. "Oh, hey Noah. Not bad, just made some new friends... I guess."

He smiles as he takes the pack of gum. "Never thought I'd see the day, but I'm glad for you. Between you and that last customer - tonight has been full of surprises."

You decide not to question him on that last bit and pay for your items before heading out. The air feels even colder than when you stepped in and you were starting to regret wearing the only hoodie with such a giant hole in its pocket. You cover it as best as you could as you face the direction you came, stride halted by a soft hick from below. That person was still sitting on the side of the road, face covered by their hands as they openly sobbed and sniffled into their hands. It's not your problem to solve. You should really head home.

"Hey, you okay?

The figure turns to look at you. Shit - you intentionally said that low enough so they wouldn't hear. It hugs their knees to their chest, wipping their eyes off on their pants leg. The pants along with their hands and hoodie were stained with a golden, metallic looking fluid. Ew.

"I... ate a hot dog."

You grimace. You completely understand their state of duress now. They were so soft spoken and quiet you almost didn't hear them. Their voice sounded feminine - but not.

"It was the best thing I've had since I've came here. I thought I was doing something good by helping those people, but it's too much for me. I want to go home."

The figure throws their heads in their arms as their eyes leak once more. You could've sworn the same fluid that stained their clothes came from their eyes, but it was probably a trick of the light. You couldn't exactly say you had been in their shoes before, but you felt their pain. Life sucks, and then you die.

The figure jumps as a pack of gum falls on the concrete beside them.

"Buy another and eat it in front of whoever you're talking about. Once you stop caring about how others see you life get better. Not by much, but it's better than nothing. Just make sure you eat a stick of that after your done. From personal experience, hot dog breath isn't the best thing to walk around with. It's spearmint."

"Ah..... w-wait!"

The figure reaches out, but you're already gone. You're not going to hear the end of this by morning, but you're too lazy and out of cash to grab another pack. You head back home and crawl back into bed - unprepared for what the morning had to bring.

-

"Looks like someone left the house without our say so - again."

Goddamn it. It's not even an hour after dawn.

"You know it's dangerous to go outside alone by yourself, baby. Especially at night. Guess we'll have to remind you of your manners."

As by the grace of God, a knock at the door rings throughout your tiny home before your tattered clothes can be stripped of their remaining fibers. You bolt out of bed and to the door, flinging it open to greet the face of your savior. Instead, you're meet with the designer belt strapped around their waist. You poke your head outside and crane your neck to look up at the gigantic and well dressed figure - a bubble popping between her pale glossed lips as you catch sight of her face

"Y/n!"

The large woman reaches in and pulls you into her bosom, your legs dangling feet off the ground as she snuggles you to her chest. You fight the urge to sneeze as the feathers covering the upper face of her face assault your nose and eyes. As she swings you around like an oversized doll you see a dozen people standing behind her, each carrying more boxes and bags than you can count One, two three, twelve, thirty.... Oh God.

You tear your face from her bust to breath, looking through the wings masking her face for her eyes, but all that does is make your head spin. "Do I know you?"

The woman scoops you into one arm as she covers her mouth in shock, lowering you to the ground and dusting you off as she bows her head.

"I'm so sorry! I was just so excited to finally find you. You'd be surprised how many people have the same first and last name as you in this city. My name is Blythe, we met at the gas station last night. I did everything you told me to do and now I feel like a new woman. I saw the holes in your clothing and so I thought bringing you some new ones would be enough to repay you. It's not much, but I hope you accept my humble offering and maybe my invitation to tea this afternoon? It doesn't have to be tea, I just want to thank my savior in whatever way I can and hopefully become someone you can depend on as well. I'll do whatever I can to make happy."

Your stomach drops as a sickeningly sweet voice comes from behind you.

"Love, who are these people?

[stay-tiny-ville]

Lee Minho

Summary ~ Cat boy Lee Minho being cat boy (Or dating head cannons for Lee Minho)

A.N. - thank you all so much for appreciating my other posts it means a lot :)

A.N. 2 - ALL THATS LEFT IS SEUNGMIN IN AND HYUNJIN

A.N. 3 - feel free to send in asks for ideas after I finish Skz and Atz :))

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jagi/ya is the only normal or sweet name he’ll give you he’ll call you tiny, tiny baby, baby bird to annoy you (if you beat me near death, maybe kitten but I hate that name)

I understand how people think he’s the tsundere type but I definitely think it’s way less of mean love and more of him being less openly lovey dovey

He strikes me as the reserved type and would be touchy in public

It’s not to make it seem like he’s ashamed of you

Absolutely not

He just likes his business and doesn’t like it in public view

We all been knew that in all ways except physical, Lino is a cat (please tell me you understand the vine I’m referencing)

And how I saw this post a while ago about how cats consider you apart of their clan or family or whatever the actual term is and they look out for you

Lino 🤝 you

His first thought when he wakes up is to check on you

Like if you’re laying so where your neck doesn’t get hurt or if you still are covered by the blanket

If you get sick you aren’t moving a muscle

Like one time you were quietly cooking breakfast in the kitchen and when he silently made his way into the kitchen he froze mid step as he knew something was wrong

Your posture was off and slumped and the real selling point was your stuffy nose sniffles

He doesn’t hesitate to mom walk over to you and lean around the counter to stare into your soul

You blink back in surprise and he just narrows his eyes

His hand basically flies to your forehead and his eyes widen in the slightest when he feels how hot you are

He pulls whatever you’re holding out of your hand and picks you up immediately and you could have screamed if you knew it wouldn’t have killed your throat

He beelines to the bedroom and you can’t even utter a word

He doesn’t even utter a word

He leaves you on the bed and just dips

He comes back in 10 minutes with a tray of sick soup and medications

He sets the tray on your lap and he brushes hair out of your face with the hand closest to you

When you go for the steaming soup he quickly grabs ahold of your wrist so you don’t absolutely cook your tongue

He takes the bowl and trades you for the meds while he takes a spoonful and blows on it

He feeds you the soop :(

The meds quickly knock you out after eating and when he sees you get drowsy he takes away the tray to the other room

You open your eyes hours later to the skin of his neck in your face

At your movement he looks down at you and rests his hand on your forehead again

His slight grimace is all you need to know

The overwhelming urge to sneeze takes over and you sit up quickly to do so

The groan that comes immediately after brings him to coo at you

“Oooooooh tiny, little bird, did that hurt?”

You groan and he does his little huff laugh salndxtvycdkne

You spend the rest of the day full body on top of him while he “complains” about how you’re going to get him sick but you just groan

(I don’t think he’s the type to like EVER get sick- correct me if I’m wrong I never looked into it lmao)

Even if you are Gorden Ramsey level Chef you aren’t allowed to cook

It’s another one of his looking out for you tidbits as he feels important making stuff you love and keeps you alive lmao

Plus it keeps you from accident cutting or burning yourself

The type to brush his hand on your cheek when talking to you

Like you’re talking to him about the new outfit you just got and he smiles while you twirl about and when you smile up at him he brushes your hair behind your ear and lets his hand rest on your cheek

Sob

I personally am always cold and since he is cat boy I just know he takes it upon himself to keep you warm

Bundles you in his jackets

Holds your hands in his pockets

Hugs where he wraps you in the jacket he’s wearing

Sob part 2

NAPS ON HIS THIGHS PLEASE

I love naps

NAPS WITH THE CATO BABIES

omg you are cat mom and you have no choice

If you are allergic well then I suppose that is just how you go out 🤷🏻‍♀️

I adore his singing and I def don’t get enough of it and I would beg him to sing nonstop

Por favor señor I beg of thee 🙏🏻

If you were to go with him to rehearsal when the studio is empty so it’s just him he would love that

Like def bring him food (that you bought since he won’t let you in the kitchen)

And when it gets later he would teach you little dances omg that’d be so cute

He’s the sweetest little boy at heart and his main priority is to look out for you :((

[rookthorne]

⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂ 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬

Bucky’s hands were a marvel. They worked tirelessly to care for those in need and you had seen and experienced it firsthand, for which you were always grateful for — it was just this once that you needed them, as badly as you needed the air in your lungs.

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 ღ Nurse!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 ღ 1.3k

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 ღ Fluff, angst (I've gotchu chronic illness bbys), a bit of a confession

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆 ღ I am going to admit that I openly sobbed while I wrote this one, so take from that what you will. For those that feel like our Sugar here... you're not alone.

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕 ღ @buckybarnesevents Hot Bucky Summer ჻჻჻ Week 10 — Massage — Masterlist

𝐀 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐨 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

The day had started well enough. Your pain levels were manageable, and your head was clear – clearer than the past few days, at least. 

But, of course, it couldn’t have lasted. 

Bucky had left to do errands. He had smiled at you and kissed you on the forehead before he went out the door – his dark jeans and sweater the barrier from the cold he insisted he was fine with. Soon after he left, a heavy, leaden sensation engulfed every muscle and bone of your body, claiming your eyelids soon after. 

“Baby girl?” a voice whispered above you, and your eyes fluttered open – when had they closed? “Baby, are you alright?” You blinked, and looked around. Bucky was standing over you, his hand on your shoulder and a worried furrow between his brows. “Hey, you–what’s going on?”

“Nothing,” you croaked, and you tried to sit up, only you didn’t get far before you winced in pain. “Shit, how long was I out?”

“Dunno, sweetheart,” Bucky answered, crouching down so he was eye level with you. “I came back and you were dead to the world.” 

It was then you noticed that he was dressed in a grey sleep shirt with red plaid pyjama pants. The clothes he left the apartment were long in the hamper, it seemed. You glanced around the living room and grunted in acknowledgement, then tried to sit up again. 

“No, relax a second,” Bucky cautioned, and his hands moved to rest on your thighs. “Just chill a minute, baby–you feeling okay?”

“Everything hurts.” The words, uttered in an almost silent whisper, were the final crack in the dam. Silent tears filled your eyes and streaked down your cheeks.

Bucky leaned in closer, his face mere inches from your own. “Oh, baby girl,” he breathed, and he kissed the tear tracks with such softness it only made your heart swell. “C’mon, let’s get you to bed. Lemme help you.”

With slow, steady movements and Bucky’s help, you were on your feet and headed towards the bedroom.

“I’m gonna help you relax, sweetheart,” Bucky whispered, settling you on the side of the bed. “Can you lift your arms up for me, or do you need help?”

Shame curdled in your stomach at the words, and Bucky must have noticed, because suddenly he was all you could see – his face so close to yours once more, his hands on your thighs, and a sad smile on his lips. “There is nothing wrong with asking for help, honey. It is my pleasure to help you–you’re my girl, my everything, and you know I am going to do everything in my power to make you feel better. Understand me, Sugar?”

A sob crawled its way up your throat, and it fell from your lips before you could clamp your mouth shut. Bucky clicked his tongue and leaned closer, enveloping you into his arms and cradling your head into his neck. “It’s alright, sweetheart–it’s alright. I’ve gotchu. Let it all out, baby girl."

You clung to him like a lifeline, unwilling and unable to let go of the raft that had been cast your way after so long of struggling to stay afloat. 

Moments passed in his arms, and you finally pulled away slightly, hiccuping and snivelling weakly. “I’m sorry-” You tried.

Bucky glared at you, a frown on his lips. “That’s enough.” He leaned back a little, and grabbed the hem of your shirt. “I won’t have you apologising for something you cannot help, baby. Now, I’m gonna take this off, and then your bra.”

You looked at him quizzically, unphased but curious. He shook his head with a smile. “I’m not gonna fool around with you, sweetheart. I’m gonna get you to lay on your stomach, and then I’mma rub your back, alright?”

“M’kay,” you mumbled back, the exhaustion had made your mind foggy and thoughts slower than molasses. “Thank you.”

Bucky nodded and pulled your shirt up slowly, mindful of your arms and the movements necessary to remove it before he folded it and placed it down on your bedside drawers. He moved to unclip your bra and you shivered at the brush of his fingertips on your back. “Ticklish, huh, baby?” he chuckled. You swatted his thigh in retaliation. 

Your bra came away and Bucky placed it on top of your shirt. “Alright, lay down for me–get comfy.” The soft cotton of your duvet brushed the bare skin of your stomach and breasts, and you shivered again. “Are you cold, honey?”

“Yeah,” you mumbled, and Bucky nodded.

“I’ll get you a blanket,” he said, digging into the chest at the foot of your bed. 

A moment later you were settled in the middle of the bed, on top of the covers with a pillow under your head that you hugged to your shoulders with your arms. “‘M comfy,” you said around a yawn.

Soft fleece appeared in your vision, and you felt the plush material brush over your bare back, settling itself to the contours of your body. “I’ll have to move it to uncover your back, but you just lay there for me, baby,” Bucky said. The mattress creaked as he knelt onto the edge, and he walked on his knees to straddle the back of your thighs. “Are you good for me to sit, Sugar?”

You nodded, and Bucky settled his weight onto your thighs, just below your ass. The presence didn’t stir a carnal need, rather you felt safe, protected under his weight. 

The sudden pressure of Bucky’s weight as he leaned over you, caging you firmly into the mattress, made you grunt in surprise. “You’re warm,” you said, muffled by your mouth being half covered by the pillow. 

“Good.” Bucky kissed your shoulder, your neck, then your temple. “Relax for me, baby girl. It’ll help.” His weight shifted off of your back, then the blanket dragged down your skin until it rested on your lower back. “If at any time it hurts too much–or you just want me to stop–say so, baby, alright?”

You hummed an ascent, and Bucky’s hands finally touched your back, the callused and warm skin of his palms – a gentle pressure that made goosebumps erupt all the way down your arms. 

Bucky worked slowly and tenderly over your shoulders, moving up and down from your neck and then down your arms, before moving back up and repeating the ministrations down your back. It was divine. Each pass of his strong hands made the knots in your rigid muscles loosen and fall away, leaving behind a relaxation that made you moan quietly with relief. 

Soon enough, you had slumped wholeheartedly into the sheets and comforter, a heap of muscle and bone that felt much better than when Bucky had started – his quiet coos and soothing praises worked on your mind, while his hands tended to your battered and exhausted shell. 

“You doing okay there, sweetheart?” he asked quietly, and you nodded feebly. “You’re doing so good for me. I’m gonna move further down your back now.”

“‘M’kay,” you replied sleepily. Bucky chuckled and his hands eased down your back, his thumbs pressing firmly either side of your spine. “Feels good.”

“I bet it does, Sugar,” he replied, placing his hands on your lower back and pushing upwards. “Poor thing–your back is all knotted up, baby.”

“‘S why I have a handsome boyfrien’ to take care a’me,” you mumbled – exhaustion had seeped from your bones and muscled with each of Bucky’s movements, and you felt so sleepy it was a wonder you managed to even speak at all. 

“That’s right, sweetheart,” Bucky breathed. “Always gonna take care of my girl, my baby. Always.”

Something shifted, clunked in your mind, and before you could stop them or clamp your mouth shut around the words, you said, “Love you, Buck.”

Bucky didn’t pause in his movements, rather, you felt his smile in his hands. “I know. And I love you, too.”

The words washed over you, and you let them carry you away into a state of calm, of relaxation – you knew Bucky would stay and take care of you. He loved you.

Fate had a funny way of working, was your last thought before you succumbed to the last wave of sleep. 

hugs and forehead kisses x

⠈⠂⠄ 𝐢𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐱 | 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 | 𝐚𝐨𝟑 ⠄⠂⠁

⠈⠂⠄ 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 ⠄⠂⠁

[delirious-donna]

Safe Word [Tokyo Revengers]

an: thank you to the anon that suggested this to me, the ask is here. It felt more than a mere quick thought so it gets a proper post!

prompt: you safe word with your man, how do they react?

feat: Draken, Hanma, Mitsuya & Kazutora (separately x female reader)

warnings: use of a safe word, cervix fucking, mating press, dacryphilia, overstimulation, implied multiple orgasms, pussy eating, no prep, pussy fingering, degradation, fear, manhandling

Masterlist

Draken

The pleasant tingles that had coursed your form had given way to discomfort, the moans you had offered so openly as Draken drilled you into the mattress turned to grunts of distress.

His cock was hitting against your cervix, not a new experience but this time it was far too consistent to be ignored. That sharp sting of pain made you recoil and try to run from him.

Fingernails biting into his biceps and he hissed through his teeth at the sensation but he didn’t realise your state. Too lost in the fog of lust, a fog you had been equally lost in but the mist blew away each time his fat mushroom tip pressed right against the neck of your womb.

You tried to wriggle, to shift the angle or even escape his hold but it was impossible. One thigh pinned to your chest, a thick palm braced at the bend of your knee and the other anchored by your head. Draken growled at your attempts to run from him, still not aware of your pain.

“K-Kenny… s’too much. Stop,” you wailed, tears glossing your eyes and pushing futilely at his toned arms.

He grinned, wolfish and sexy as fuck but it was so hard to appreciate it when you felt like your insides were on fire. He thought you were playing, you knew it when he flashed that grin and rasped, “you can take it, baby. Always take me so well.”

The tears flowed freely now, sobbing at the stinging burn, at how pathetic you felt and how useful you felt at not being able to take him as you usually did.

“Red!”

Draken’s head snapped up, the fan of his loose hair tickling at your cheeks as he stopped moving immediately. His dark eyes searched your face and you looked away, your gaze sinking to the side as you cried harder.

His palm cradled your face, his hand so big that he could touch the entirety of your cheek and sweep away your fast-falling tears with his thumb. Draken looked fearful, his hips drawing back as he pulled his thick length from your drooling pussy.

Sweet relief bloomed in your chest and it only intensified as you were lifted into his arms. Your man was so very gentle with you like he thought you’d break apart in his hold if he squeezed too tight.

He shushed you quietly, cooing like a dove in your ear until your breathing settled and the tears slowed.

“What happened? Did I hurt you? I’m sorry, baby. Talk to me.”

You shook your head, clearing your throat and tucking yourself deeper into the crook of his neck. “Just the angle, you were pressing on my cervix and it hurt. Usually, it’s once or twice and I can handle it but this was every time and I - I couldn’t keep going.”

“I’m so sorry baby. Didn’t mean to hurt you. Can you forgive me?” he pleaded, looking crestfallen and so very guilty.

It clenched your heart. You knew he wasn’t doing it on purpose yet he apologised so profusely that it made you giggle. How silly you were both being. It was simply a bedroom mishap, and that was what your safe word was for.

“Kenny, was an accident. I’m fine. I’ll be fine,” you corrected.

Draken stood from the bed, making you squeak as he carried you like you were nothing more than a feather. Striding with purpose he toed open the door and headed for the bathroom.

“Let’s have a bath and then I’ll rub your shoulders and back. It might have been an accident but I wanna make you feel good in a different way, ‘kay?”

How could you argue with that?

Hanma

Broken and sobbing, it was nothing new to you. How many times Shuji had bent you to his strong will with the practised precision of his wrist? Too many to count.

This was different. This was so fast approaching pain that panic-filled your chest and you hiccuped. Those golden-flecked irises studied your face from between your thighs, they didn’t take your expression at face value. Thinking you to be playing along when in actual fact you were on fire and not in a good way.

The lazy roll of his tongue over your clit sent spears of agony deep into your body, making you tense and of course, he took that for you clenching. Mistaken for want when it was far from it.

You weren't sure what made this time different, you knew well how Shuji got off on overstimulating you. Wringing you for orgasm after orgasm like a wet rag. Only satisfied when he finally let himself see completion within your cunt.

Maybe it was simply too much on this night, your little pussy just exhausted from everything he had given, nerves raw and you wanted to breathe instead of pant.

“Shu - stop, please. Need to breathe…”

He chuckled, spreading you open on his thick fingers and lapping at the remnants of your slick. What you normally enjoyed, his warm wet tongue flicking over your skin was more akin to the rough licks from a cat and you squirmed away.

Your feet digging into his back and using him as leverage to try and free yourself from the grip on your thigh.

“Where you running to, little one, ain’t done yet.” Came the amused reply, and that rough, deep tone ripped through you in the worst possible way.

“Pink!”

The amusement alight in his eyes went dull, face rising from the bed and grip moving away from your limbs enough that you could roll to your side and curl up. Tucking your chin to your chest and wailing like a damn baby.

The bed dipped, Shuji’s warm body settled against your back, curling around you like a protective dragon and his touch on your arm was more gentle than you could ever remember him being in the past.

“Too much?” he asked quietly, and you nodded. Blindly feeling for his arm behind you and winding it over your side and between your breasts.

You clung to his wrist, his palm grazing along your jaw and cheek. He was quiet for a long time, simply allowing you time to let it out and come back to yourself.

There was no judgement, no disappointment that he hadn’t found his own end, only quiet acceptance.

“C’mon babe, let’s get some water and we’ll make something to eat. It’ll help you feel better and you know you can’t trust me in the kitchen alone. I’ll burn the place down.”

Hanma Shuji, a scary badass on the streets, but the sweetest and most patient partner with the one he loved most in the world - you.

Mitsuya

He’d been desperate, so eager and impatient. Shoving you up against the door as soon as he reached you, no hello or welcome home.

Takashi had been away for days, finally arriving home and finding you still at work. He’d had nothing to do but think, to plan exactly how he was going to ravish you.

It hadn’t gone according to plan, too little prep before his thick fingers were attempting to bully past your folds and into your cunt. His lips felt so good on your neck, the heated words whispered did make you melt and my god, you really had missed him, but you needed a bit more attention to warm up.

“Takashi - baby. Please, gotta slow it down.” You whimpered into his shoulder, knees trembling from the swell of desire but it wasn’t building as fast as it could have.

The sting of taking digits into your pussy without adequate prep made you hiss, but he didn’t notice, too focused on feeling you and loving you wholly that he didn’t sense that he was doing the opposite.

It was a rare misstep from Mitsuya, and you knew it wasn’t anything personal. He was consumed by longing, of happiness at being reunited and of total desire for your body.

“Need you sweetheart, wanna feel you around me,” he rasped, sounding very unlike himself. His tone was thick, as if intoxicated and you squirmed in his hold. Stuck fast against the door, wrists held above your head in one tight palm.

You tried again to breach the fog of his lust. “Taka - stop.”

He only grunted, the intrusion of his fingers now biting into you with each short sharp thrust.

“Purple!”

Mitsuya halted, intense lavender eyes looked at you, really looked at you and he didn’t like what he saw. “Shit!” He pulled from your cunt, hand trembling as it extracted from your underwear and quickly let you go.

Takashi stumbled back with wide fearful eyes, such burning guilt seeped out and he was on his knees.

“Sorry. Sorry. I’m so fucking sorry, didn’t mean to hurt you, baby. Missed you, I was too eager…”

With his face pressed to your stomach, you breathed a little easier now that he wasn’t pinning you to the door. Your fingers swept into his hair and cupped his jaw.

“You stopped, it’s okay. I just needed more warming up. I’ve missed you so much.”

Takashi swallowed his shame, standing again and searing you with a kiss that really did steal your breath. Your eyes fluttered and you melted into his chest.

“Let me show you how much I love you - properly,” he added, tugging you gently towards the bedroom. This was the man you were used to and you were glad he was home.

Kazutora

A bad day. A shit show of a day. The motherfucking worst of all days.

His rage burned him raw, crackled along his veins and he was taking it out on you. The very girl that loved him above all others, accepted him despite his dark past and his mistakes.

Degradation wasn’t new to you, in fact, you liked it but this was too much. Every word he hissed whilst he folded you in half was laced with such potent nastiness that your very soul felt lashed.

“Look at this pussy, slurping around me like a damn slut. Only good for getting pounded, yeah?”

You whimpered, face flying to the side so you didn’t have to watch the way his golden irises flashed so dark and menacing whilst he verbally whipped you.

“Nuh-uh, eyes here.”

His hand curled around your throat, holding you but not squeezing. Waiting for your head to swing back and do as he asked. You did it but were reluctant.

Harsh hips slammed with such force that you rocked, torso drifting further up the bed and it was like you were trying to flee him.

Your pussy was drooling around him, his cock pressing and massaging your sweet spot but you couldn’t enjoy it like you usually did. The harshness of his features, the especially mean words that he hurled at you, held your pleasure at bay.

Attempting to drown out his taunts, to let the physical enjoyment override everything else, you recoiled as he clicked his teeth and slammed his free hand against the headboard hard enough to hear a faint splinter of the wood.

Fear laced your blood, turning it icy in your veins and your heartbeat was so very loud in your ears. “K-Kazutora… please. You’re scaring me.”

But he wasn’t listening, consumed by his own irritation and the sublime feeling of dominating your smaller body that he missed the true panic and terror in your voice.

“Orange! O-orange!”

You were yelling so loud, thrashing so wildly that it took you a moment to realise he had stopped moving. He blinked, the haze of his anger dissipating as he looked down and found you looking back at him with fear. Fingers trembling as they sank into the sheets beneath you.

“Sweetheart - no. Oh god fucking damn - no. I’m sorry. Didn’t mean to scare you…” he enthused, pulling from the snug fit of your cunt and hauling you against his chest.

You accepted the affection, happy that your man had returned and no longer feeling any hint of fear. Stroking your back he cooed whilst you let out some held-back tears, the relief was palpable.

“I - I had a bad day. I didn’t mean to take it out on you, you are the best thing in my life. The one that keeps me in the light.”

Kazutora placed you with reverence against the pillows and looked sheepishly at you, fingers twisting until your arms stretched out and he grinned, settling his head on your chest.

“I should be taking care of you, but you’re always taking care of me. Can I - can I talk about it? My day?”

This was the best thing he could offer, an insight into what had unfolded for him and a chance to understand his reactions in tough situations. He stroked lazy patterns on your naked stomach as he spoke and it did wonders to soothe your soul.

“Hey,” you nudged him until he was looking into your face “you know I love you ‘tora?”

“I do and I thank my lucky stars every damn night…”

[koiijournal]

Yandere!Hybrid Puppy x Male reader

Recently you've been thinking if you've made the right decision to take this puppy home.

You're currently inside the bathroom showering, the water drops down to your body, feeling fresh but you got another problem to worry at hand.

The scratching sound by the door, you've expected on who it is. It was the puppy you had just adopt from an animal care.

"Haa.. I will come out soon, okay? Just wait outside I only need a bit of time"

You gently told to your hybird pet outside the door, hoping he would be convinced by your words. But the sound by the door just got louder after what you've just said, I guess it didn't work after all.

"But..! But! W–why should I wait when I can be inside w–with you!! Let me in pleasee..! Please! I've been a good boy..!"

You could only sigh and ignore his pleas, you were to tired to handle this situation. I mean, you've been giving him affection and played with him 24/7 hours! Yet it still seems like you isolated him the whole time!!

His tail wagging left and right while his ears drops down, leaning on to the door where you're just right behind there! He began to try and open the door desperately, it's like he couldn't breath if you weren't right beside him. What if something happens to you while you're in there?! He would never forgive himself if that ever happens! So won't you let him in?

He tried to take a peek with the gap under the door but went back up with his ears active again when he heard the sound of the shower stopped, now his tail are wagging 10x times more than before.

The door finally opened to his wishes, you Dr and before him with a white towel covering your body that is covered in water.

He immediately hugs your leg tightly and rubbing his head repeatedly, he looks up to you with the little tears he shed earlier when you were still inside, he was so sad without you!

"M–master! I feel like I could die if you hadn't come! I love you so much..! Please pet me I've been patient..!!"

You did as he wished but thoughts fills your mind

'what a hassle.. I can't even have a time alone these days.. Why did I even took him in! I'm a cat lover!! He really got me at the puppy eye back in the animal care..'

He tilt his head when you stopped petting him and walk away to your closet, seeing your choices of clothing to start the morning. You look back to him and he immediately sit straight.

"So.. Are you going to.. Go outside or..? I'm need to change"

You didn't know that your words made him have a break down the next second, geez! All you meant was a little privacy..

Huge amount of tears had already starting to roll down from his puffy red eyes.

"W–what do you mean..?! Do you want to kick me out..? Why! I want to stay by your side, please let me do that!! Do you not love me anymore..? NO! YOU CAN'T DO THAT!!"

He quickly runs to your leg once again, begging and begging so awfully desperate.

"Please I.. Sobs want to hiccup I don't want to hiccup leave master.."

You were baffled at this, I mean it's not like you're leaving him forever! Even though you wish you could. Don't get yourself wrong!! You're just.. not the type of person to openly give love to everyone.

"No.. It's not that .. It's just.. Uh.."

You tried to think how to put your words but he already assumed a conclusion before you could think further.

"A–are you.. embarrassed to show your body? It's fine, I won't judge or anything!! Here, look! I'll also take off my clothes–"

He actually starts to take off his clothes just like what he said but before he can start pull down his pants–

BONK!

Now he's kneeling outside your bedroom in shame, dry tears still stains his cheeks. He tried to scratch the door to get you to open but before he could do that, you alerted him.

"Don't. touch. the. door or i'll ignore you for a week."

He reverts back his hand to his lap and drops his head in more shame.

"Forgive me master..."

You can already hear his quiet sobs from the outside, he tried to hold it back. But you sighed, maybe you shouldn't have punched him. Now a small tint of guilt wonders around your heart.

You finished changing and opened the door to see his freshly new tears, oh what are you going to do with him..

"Idiot.. Does it still hurt?" You check on his forehead to see the damage you had just done.

He sobs in silent as he enjoys himself in your hand and care while nodding as a yes, it still stings in his head but hey! It was in his favour by the end of the day

While he was day dreaming in his hands, you kissed his forehead for it to get better okay yea! You know it's childish but it'll cheer him up!

His ears turned red completely as well as his brain who malfunctioned immediately! He mutters and stutters in his cries that's slowly leaving him before he completely turned red and fell unconscious in your arms.

[thealogie]

The conspiracy theorizing that DT and MS are unhappy with their wives is so ridiculous Thea help. I only just found out about it. I have been very good and didnt hateread beyond seeing one little thing but seeing those conspiracies always kills me because I HAVE been slightly obsessed with Larry tinhats for a while now and the thing that gets me, every time, is how celebrity conspiracy shippers use the same exact language when talking about entirely different groups. It's the same exact phrases and ideas and misconceptions about how entertainment works, over and over. Because the conspiracy theorist mindset is the same! It's all the exact lines about PR relationships, and hinting via social media to seed things, and 'we know celebrities are never photographed unless they call the paparazzi on purpose', and blindly trusting anonymous 'tips' from 'experts'... The one post I saw implied maybe DAVID submitted the blind island about playing happy families at Disneyland, because he's fed up or whatever. I promise you he did not do that. It's SO crazy to see people saying openly that it's 'known' that Georgia babytrapped him. sobbing emoji (from computer). I know it's best to ignore it as much as possible I just genuinely hadn't seen these takes until now and I'm flabberghasted. Also the idea that Georgia is overemphasizing how much she and her husband fuck because they actually don't and she's overcompensating.... Hello internet strangers you do not have secret insight, actually. They are not sending you messages. You are not in their bedroom. If she says they're fucking that's the best evidence you can possibly have, internet stranger. That is her husband?? And good for her, also. Anyway sorry I just needed to scream

It’s interesting how no celebrity in the short history of coming out has ever come out or gone public with a relationship by entering a long relationship with someone else and “seeding things” through social media in a way that is only being picked up by a dozen people on tumblr. And I’ve hired the best PR people in LA to give advice to my clients, many of whom are famous and if one of them tried to charge my client money for giving them baffling incomprehensible advice like that they’d get fired on the spot.

[howlingday]

Alright now the Arc spirits and Pyrrha reacting to seeing Old Man jaune and his big jackalope Juniper.

Worthy Judge History Prayer

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"What... is this place?"

Jaune dismounted Juniper and gazed into the building that stood through the fog. He'd heard rumors of ancient buildings, older than any of the other structures built or grown in the Ever After.

As he approached, he saw that the building was not alone. In the distance, he saw another building, just as tall the one in front of him. He walked up the steps until he made it to the door. The door had the Arc family symbol imprinted into it.

He carefully dragged his finger across the stone, tracing over the family symbol his father had spoken of with much pride. Then, all of a sudden, it shined with a golden light, blinding him. When his vision returned, albeit a bit blurry, the door was open.

He looked back to find Juniper glancing over his head. Jaune entered cautiously, keeping his sword sheathed but his hands ready. Light bloomed from the torches on the wall as banners unfurled, revealing names to the once-young paladin.

"Cornelius Arc"

"Julius Arc"

"Geldan Arc"

"Joan Arc"

"What... Is this my-" A sputter from Juniper drew his attention to a chalice seated on a pedestal. Beneath it was a gilded plaque with names etched into the metal. He reached forward with his gloved hand.

"Help!"

He tore his view from the plaque and looked to the entrance. Clear as day, he saw the glow of fire billow in the distance. For a moment, he looked back to the plaque. However, it was only for a moment.

"Juniper!" He called out, grabbing his mount by her crown to hoist himself to her back. As he rode off to answer the cries of terror, the stone doors of the Arc Hall slid to a close. Once shut, the flames died out, leaving only smoke and spirits.

"Well, wasn't that interesting?"

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"Saph? Saph, are you in here?" Terra walked into their bedroom. "Saph, have you seen- Saph?!"

Saphron didn't look away from the shrine. Facing the shrine, she openly sobbed as she held herself, shivering as her tears flowed freely.

"Saph!" Terra ran over and hugged her wife. "Saph, talk to me! What's wrong?!"

"He..." She smiled at Terra. "He's alive! Jaune's alive, Terra!" She leaned into her. "My baby brother is alive!"

[love-strike]

keep up ✦ boo seungkwan

title: keep up pairing: boo seungkwan x afab reader rating: explicit (18+) word count: 690 genres: pwp, smut warnings: pure smut, unprotected sex, dirty talk, breeding/impreg kink!! a/n: no words just bsk breeding kink. special thanks to the anon that mentioned this - i totally took the idea and ran with it hehe~

It starts when Seungkwan comes back home after a week of being away from you. You, who he finds lounging on the sofa wearing his favorite hoodie and nothing else.

“You’re home!” you exclaim loudly as you practically sprint across the room to hug him tightly. He laughs softly and squeezes you.

“And you’re half naked,” he replies teasingly and you grumble into his chest.

“It’s hot in here,” you say back and try to wriggle out of his grip. He laughs and easily pulls you back into his arms.

“That’s what the thermostat is for, my love,” Seungkwan states matter-of-factly and plants a kiss on your head. You feel your heart skip a beat at the feeling of his lips on you. You wrap your hands around his arm and look him in his pretty eyes.

“I missed you,” you say with a pout. You’re secretly hoping to coax some attention out of him after not seeing him for so long. He hums pleasantly and you see his eyes roam over your body for just a split second. After a beat of silence, he suddenly bends down and picks you up bridal style; your excited squeal echoes throughout the room as he takes you to your bedroom.

This is how you end up with Seungkwan’s cock deep inside you, his body pushing you into the mattress. His hair is stuck to his forehead with sweat, and his eyes are so dark that his gaze causes a shiver to run down your spine. He’s already cum inside you once, your own orgasm hitting you at the same time, and you know that he doesn’t plan on stopping anytime soon. You can feel tears begin to run down your cheeks as he thrusts over, and over. Your hands shakily run up his back to thread in his hair as you whimper loudly.

“Look at you,” he says crudely, eyes grazing over your dazed expression. “You’re already so fucked out, hm?”

You nod weakly and he outright laughs. You can’t control the way your body shudders at his words, a searing heat running through your core.

“I know you want me to fuck you full of my cum and breed you,” he whispers along with one deep thrust into you. “I’ve been keeping all of it saved up for you, baby.”

You openly gasp at his words as your cunt clenches tightly around him, making Seungkwan groan loudly.

“You like the thought of me breeding you? Getting you pregnant?” he grunts out. Your eyes flutter closed at the pure feeling of overstimulation and pleasure.

“Please, yes,” you begin to beg with a sob. “Need it.”

“You can’t even talk properly,” he coos and kisses gently on your neck, his actions contrasting his lewd words. “My sweet girl. You’re gonna take my cum, right, baby?”

You try your best to moan out some sort of affirmation and you can feel his smile as he kisses you on your lips. His hands roam down your body to tightly grasp your hips, his thrusts speeding up as he chases his orgasm.

“Oh, fuck,” he buries his head into the crook of your neck and gasps as he rocks into you. His hips suddenly stutter, his fingers digging deep into your skin as he climaxes inside of you. You whine quietly as his cum shoots deep inside the walls of your cunt. You feel so full that it almost makes you dizzy. Seungkwan stays still as he tries to catch his breath, one of his hands moving to rest his palm on your stomach.

“My sweetie,” he whispers next to your ear. “I love you so much.”

“Love you,” you reply quietly with a raspy throat. He sighs and fully relaxes his body to rest on top of you, wrapping his arms around you.

“I’m gonna stay inside you while we sleep, okay?” he says and you swallow thickly. You feel a dull spark of arousal in your core and you know that you’re in for a long night.

[v3nusxsky]

(Hello miss if you feel comfortable writing this)

Could you possibly write a lady lesso x female reader. (Already dating) reader has been hurt so she can't defend her self really well. So one night walking beside one of her friends (female/male) and they shoved r into a room and locked the door. Shot story shot he touches R. Lesso began to get worried knowing R and defend herself so she goes to one of her wolf guards and fellow it while in tracked R scent. As lesso gets close she hears clapping but crys, she stops the guard and started running and kicking down the locked door, R friends takes a hit in the head and teleports right before lesso can kill them, reader going into a small shaky ball sobbing with hiccups non stop, bruise and maybe a little blood due to the bitting. Very soft, cuddly lesso mode and a bath. Next morning they were found dead, ripped from limb to limb and feed to the birds of bones

Dead man walking| h&c

*Authors note~ slowly catching up on my requests hoping to open them up soon*

Trigger Warnings~ assault (physical and sexual) language

Prompt~ see ask ^^^^^

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Leonora was definitely hesitant when it came to you returning back to classes. You weren't fully healed yet which meant you couldn't defend yourself as you normally would. And that pure fact frightened the dean not that she would openly admit it did. You spent the morning reassuring your girlfriend that you would be absolutely fine and should anything happen you would find her instantly. That seemed to alleviate some of her worry.

Truthfully, you were excited to see your friends again and get back into your normal routine and as much as you loved your girlfriend you just needed some outside interactions. You were quite friendly with Hort, someone you thought would ever hurt you in a million years. Leonora knew you were eager to get back to school so she stood back and reassured you that you could come find her for anything, even the slightest twinge of pain you were to come and find Leonora and you'd both go lay down together.

You were heading to curses and death traps with Hort, when he shoved you into a closest. The whimper of pain combined with the clicking of the lock had a confused whimper of pain spilling from your lips. "Hort" you whimpered instinctively curling up into a ball. "Shut up" he growled, a harsh smack landing on your cheek, "stupid mindless bitch giving yourself to the Dean when you should be mine." His hands all over your body made you feel like you were going to throw up. His lips on your neck as he bit down hard enough to draw droplets of your blood. Any whimper of protest, or plead to stop was swiftly silenced by physical violence.

When you didn't show up to your curses and death traps class Leonora knew something was wrong. You'd never miss her class. She immediately settled for cancelling the class and sending out her trusted guard to find you. The wolf immediately began to track your scent which led them to a hallway filled with the sounds of skin meeting skin and your cries. Leonora moved quicker than would be considered humanly possible to undo the locked down.

You were cowering in the corner bloody and bruised while he had his hands on you. The sight making Leonora's blood boil. The wolf quickly removed Hort while Leonora tended to you. "Sweetheart?" You shivered and cowered away, "no no no no stop" you whimpered. "Oh dove, it's me it's Nora love" she approached ever so slowly, "can I touch you dove?" You didn't reply, but you threw yourself into her arms. "He he Nora I" you stuttered out through your tears. "I know Dove I know, I'll see to it he suffers" she reassured you before using her magic to transport you to your shared bedroom.

It was a blur for you but the dean tended to your cute and cleaned the blood from your skin being carful of the bruising. She placed you in a warm bath and sat with you, resting your back against her front. You were out of it so Leonora was quick to clean and wash every inch of skin. It was truly heartbreaking to see you in such a fragile state. Every time Leonora tried to escape you cried and pleaded with her to stay with you, to hold you and protect you from all the evil in the world. You needed her to stay and she held you in her arms until you fell into a restless sleep. When you woke up in the morning you noticed your girlfriend looking devilish and the birds going absolutely mental while Leonora mumbled something about toxic bird food.

Word count~ 813

[wellthebardsdead]

Devil prince Falûne (Bad End)

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Raphael: *steps into the house of hope, drenched in blood and placing the crown of karsus on the pedestal it had been stolen from originally, and next to it, the nether stones, and netherese orb still coated in blood*

Korrilla: *steps into the room and sighs with relief* thank the gods you’re back- *pauses taking in his appearance* …Made them pay huh?

Raphael: He gave them everything they wanted without so much as asking for a thank you in return… He gave Karlach her heart, burned Wylls contract, saved shadowhearts parents and cured her from shars curse, and even offered to remove the orb from gales chest… and what did they do?… bludgeoned him over the head and left him to drown with the nether brain while they took off with the crown. *sighs* how ironic that the most morally questionable ones of their group stayed by the shore waiting for him.

Korrilla: Astarion?

Raphael: Lae’zel and Minthara too. Along with Halsin though, he seemed more focused on tending to the survivors who had surfaced… *clenches his jaw as he places the dome back over the relics* has he awoken yet?

Korrilla: yes. He’s been asking for you… please be gentle boss. He’s not-

Raphael: *snaps his fingers cleaning himself of the blood* I know… I know… *sighs and walks from the room, down the hall and to his nephews bedroom, already hearing soft sad cries from behind the door* … *steps in and sighs taking in the sight*

Falûne: *head wrapped in a bandage, one horn broken, and a wing torn. Sitting upright in his bed sobbing quietly* u-uncle?

Raphael: *walks to his bedside and sits down* … *opens his arms*

Falûne: *leans into his embrace and weeps openly* y-you were right, I should have listened- I just wanted friends, I thought they were my friends- *chokes on his own sobs* I- I was going to give g-Gale the crown- and he- they-

Raphael: *gently strokes his hair being mindful of his wounds* shhhh. Don’t fret, I retrieved it before he could get away with destroying it. All is as it should be. *sighs* at least they revealed their true colours before it was too late.

*meanwhile, down in the dungeon*

Hope: *staring at the bodies of almost all of Lûnes ‘friends’* … *sighs and starts dragging them out to clean up the mess*

[keyh0use]

We know how well Barry comforts Rafe, but I’m curious if you have written about Rafe comforting him (or trying to, anyways) when Barry cries either openly in front of him or when he thinks Rafe can’t hear/see him? Can’t help but wonder how he’d deal with it

Have I written published pieces about this? Probably...you don't read my stuff and I write too much to even remember what happened in the previous chapter of whatever I'm currently working on, so really your guess is as good as mine. Unfortunately I can never settle on a proper hc for how Barry was brought up; big, loving family who lend support and thrive off physical affection or a broken, abusive one. Which plays a big part in how I think this scenario would go. Regardless, I do make him very emotional because I feel he is underneath all the sarcastic comments, and that his chill persona is only 50% real. But he masks well after so much practice, either from his upbringing or the army or drug dealing.

Rafe doesn't care about some stranger whining about a breakup in the country club bathroom or one of Rose's snobby friends sobbing in the pool house after one too many margs BUT he's not unfeeling or clueless when it comes to those he cares about. I've written and hc that Rafe was responsible for his sisters a lot of the time growing up, mainly Wheezie, because Ward was very untrusting when it came to who he let around his children unsupervised. (In case they revealed something, embarrassed the family name, got a reputation for not looking after his own kids, etc.) So Rafe is a pro at making a slow, calm approach followed by easy questions, picking away at the tension until whoever is ready to let it all out. He'll side-hug and shush softly and then provide solutions, because solving the problem is how he would show he cares.

At least that's what worked with Wheezie when her ant farm smashed on the driveway after show-and-tell (Rafe helped her order a new starting kit and cleaned up the broken glass and dirt) or when Sarah had a project due the next morning she forgot about. (He knew where the key to his father's office was and broke in to raid the supplies closet, then spread out on his sisters bedroom floor to help her glue information cards to Bristol board)

But would Barry appreciate Rafe trying to step in and tell him what he should do? I doubt it. Chances are Barry already knows what needs to happen and is just frustrated and overwhelmed. In the early days he could lash out, act angry in place of hurt and it would be convincing. He would tell Rafe to leave him alone, or he'd rush outside with the excuse to smoke or take a call and hide around back. If Barry cries, there's a chance Rafe would be able to tell, so he practices breathing to calm himself down like he's taught himself to do when he was hiding away in his childhood bedroom or surrounded by dozens of other men in the barracks. (I mean think of when the pogues robbed him. Was his first instinct to hunt down Rafe at the country club and subtly ask for help? Yeah. Is it likely he went home and kicked the now empty bag his stolen money was stuffed in before collapsing on the bed to shed a few tears? Also, yeah. I hc that Barry sends all his spare cash home but even if that's not the case, there goes his car payments and rent/mortgage, and rainy day fund and any potential trip to the emergency room.)

So...I don't know that this would happen before there's something serious between them, because I think Barry would go to great lengths to avoid any potential slip-up with big feelings, besides anger, since men don't tend to think that's an emotion. (And this isn't just about crying, either. He'd fall for Rafe hard and keep his mouth shut, suffer through months of lingering touches and longing stares because like hell is he showing his belly first) I mean I could write it, but I don't think it would be very interesting..

Alright, so they're dating or whatever, and Rafe comes back to a silent trailer. Barry's definitely off work and his truck (or whatever vehicle you want buddy to have) is parked in the usual spot in the makeshift driveway. Fishing poles are by the front door right where they were left last night, worn-out wallet is on the scuffed-up kitchen table, dirty boots are left by the couch. Rafe would creep down the hallway and peek into the cramped bedroom to find Barry on the edge of the bed, face in his hands and shoulders shaking. It wouldn't be loud and whiny and dramatic, frankly, like Rafe cries but it's unmistakable what the older man is doing.

And it would naturally freak Rafe the fuck out because it's such a foreign sight. Rafe would tell himself to approach the older man as if he's dealing with Sarah or Wheezie but abandon that the moment he hears a sniffle, rush in and kneel and try to get Barry to look at him, talk to him, give him one single hint about what's wrong. And Barry would be so embarrassed even though he's been on the other side of this interaction a million times before, tears are dripping off his jaw and his face feels so hot and Rafe is bombarding him with questions. What happened? Did I do something? Is it your mom? Barry, what happened? Are you mad at me? Did I do something? (He's insecure, of course he is, and is so used to being the problem so Barry can't blame him for worrying) And Barry would shake his head but wouldn't answer. So Rafe would lay him back, hold him and it's strange for both of them. Rafe would untangle unruly curls with slender fingers and chew on the nails of others, trying to keep from prying and upsetting the dealer any more. Barry would feel so, so embarrassed; open his mouth and close it, contemplate shrugging the whole thing off and pretending everything is fine. Then something small would make him cave like Rafe wrapping him up in an awkward hug (that's crushing, despite the odd position they're in) or kissing his head, and then he would have to let it all out.

Or, better, Barry would know he's safe with Rafe and seek his boy out when upset. This feeling inside him has been building and building until it reaches a dangerous crest and if he doesn't get it out, he'll probably lose it. So he waits with wet eyes for Rafe to show up, long legs barely over the threshold when Barry knocks into him. Yeah, it's the first time Barry has cried in front of Rafe and so what, the kook is relieved and grateful he's being trusted. (Even if his heart was beating erratically when he felt the collar of his (pink) shirt dampen) In either scenario, or any scenario the older man is crying really, I'm sure Barry would be plagued with doubt about the whole thing. Since the very beginning of their relationship, they fell naturally into certain roles...would Rafe think of him as less of a man now? Would Rafe stop crying to him? Would Rafe treat him like he's fragile? Was Rafe laughing with his little kook friends behind Barry's back? No, of course not. All his worries are settled when Rafe doesn't look at him differently afterwards. Once Barry's tears have been wiped away, his kook is being just as bratty and arrogant as usual, expecting Barry to act as a guard dog (when Rafe is quite literally so fucking capable of handling himself, not that Barry's ever complaining) and carry in all the groceries and let Rafe be passenger princess and toss him around in bed, not even bringing up what happened earlier that day.