#my poor weak small stressed heart

[halfthebrain]

If you see me close to tears while watching Harvey and Mike hugging it out, look away and mind your business.

[nlleri]

warnings: established relationship, semi-rough sex, overstimulation, multiple rounds, praising, name — baby, unprotected intercourse.

[ 💌 ] — english is not my first language, so please excuse my poor grammar. enjoy!

Being in a relationship with the Captain of Nekoma is every girl’s dream, and you’re the lucky one. The passing months in your relationship with Kuroo, you were spoiled with love and luxury. Every day, you would receive gifts and letters from him that warmed your heart truly. He would always treat you as if you were his princess, just by passing by to each other, you would receive a kiss on your forehead.

Though, today was quite unusual. Your boyfriend wasn’t loud like he was the other passing days, your head was filled with thoughts of curiosity. You wanted to confront him about his gloomy behavior, only resulting with you a moaning mess and him lashing his frustration out of your cunt. Your nails digging onto his skin gently as his name rolled out of your pretty lips, making him drill his girthy cock into your dripping and battered pussy.

“One more, baby. Please– fuck! yes, good girl. I love you so much, you can go one more time yeah?” He whispered in your ears, his lips brushing against your earlobe. Kuroo continued moving inside of you until your gummy walls were painted white with his cum for the nth time. Earning a weak moan out of you. Your boyfriend had now released his stress, of course it’ll be unfair if he won’t return the favor, no?

The next day, you were resting on the couch and mindlessly scrolling on your phone to pass time. However, you didn’t know that Kuroo was behind you, holding your favorite food and a bouquet of the flowers that you adored. He would wrap his arms around your waist, giving you a small peck on your temple as he squeezed you gently in his embrace. Kuroo then gave you his gift, admiring the way your eyes sparkled with excitement at the item he had bought.

“You helped me with relieving my stress, baby. It’s a must I return the favor. You did so well last night.” He praised, pampering you with praises and affections with the following moments.

[mianexil]

◇ Things that make his heart melt ◇

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⭕️ Warning: Spoilers ⭕️

💫 [ It wasn't in my plans before, but I really want to comfort these boys ]

💫 [ Cuties, I see your requests and don't forget about them. I'm going through a little stressful period right now, so it may take a little longer than I wanted, but I'm already working on it ]

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ㅡ Suo, Sakura, Umemiya

Suo

Sincere care for him

Everyone knows that Suo is strong in every sense. He is also smart, restrained, independent and confident.

It is not uncommon for people to admit such thoughts in his direction as 《 He is strong/smart/hardy, he will cope 》, waving away unnecessary worries.

But not you. You've never neglected it and it came from the heart. You knew that Suo was far from weak and admitted it, but it never affected the level of your concern for him. Yes, he is, but this does not mean that you can take less care of him, referring to the fact that he can do it himself.

Strong people can take care of the difficulties outside and also take care of themselves. But if they can, it doesn't mean that it's easy for them.

You always paid attention to his comfort in one situation or another, did some small and inconspicuous things that actually made a big difference.

Starting from the way you imperceptibly put a cooling compress in his furin jacket pocket before patrolling on a hot day or a a small pocket warmer in winter, and ending with silent hugs at the right moment to maintain peace in his soul.

It wasn't just a superficial concern, it was about his feelings.

At first, he somehow automatically shielded himself from it, it was his defense mechanism. He didn't want to admit that he needed it in any way, he didn't want you to think that he had at least some weaknesses to know the truth.

However, time and your perseverance have done their job. Over time, Suo began to accept your truly deep concern, letting it into his heart and passing through it.

And believe me, it made his heart blossom.

Sakura

Listening and hearing

Sakura, as a person who has spent his whole life alone, is not used to conducting dialogues and generally having any long-term relationships with people.

That's why, when he first caught himself telling you about some hobby of his with a desire, and at that time you were really listening attentively to him, he felt this terribly strong and strange feeling in his chest.

Of course, at the same moment he fell into a stupor, and then he got angry because he was confused. You still don't understand why he abruptly stopped talking, flushed red in annoyance, and then abruptly said goodbye and ran away.

Poor boy, for him, these feelings seem especially strong. Because it was the first time for him.

You knew it was very difficult for Sakura to open up to people. That's why, when he started sharing his thoughts with you or telling you something, you immediately put all the worries in your head aside and focused on Sakura.

You wanted him to feel heard so that he would understand that you want to hear and listen to him

And it was at such moments that the young man's heart seemed to melt like ice under the warm rays of the spring sun.

God, you really make this boy happy.

Umemiya

Special intimate moments between you

When you are alone, he's lying on your lap, and you're stroking his head.

It is this moment that permeates Hajime's heart and soul with sparkling threads that touch his most sensitive and vulnerable points.

At this moment, he feels as if he is transported back to childhood, when he was still a carefree, happy, beloved little boy, surrounded by family love and a sense of childish lightness.

Once he had lost this happiness, these incredible sensations, but now he had found them again. In a different form, but the same happiness.

He is lying on your lap, and your fingers are tangled in his white hair while you stroke him and at this moment Umemiya feels this warmth again, he is sincerely loved again, he is again childishly carefree and happy, he is home again.

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[hyukalyptus]

hi hp!! did you know that orgasms could help reduce the feeling of menstrual cramps? 🤓

who among txt do you think would be most likely to… support you this way when you tell them you’re cramping :(

(totally not dealing with cramps right now nope 🤡)

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hi!! omg im sorry its been a few days since u sent this in, hopefully ur feeling ok!

but omg! i wrote something about this on my old blog before it got permanently flagged. lemme see if i can find it~

ok..it was LONG long, so i cut it down~ shout out to @peachanonie for the thought in my inbox the first place :}

cw. periods, period sex, cunnilingus on period, period blood, everything about periods, sex toys, penetration (protection not mentioned), pet names (baby), TMI about my personal preferences lmfao.

peach: BEOMGYU!! i think he’d be a bit into bloodplay…. like the idea of it at least. but poor baby wouldn’t like the idea of hurting u like that so he’d never actually indulge cus it’s scary to him :( but! when he reads online somewhere that orgasms can be really good for periods… baby boy gets so curious

keeps reading and finds out ppl get extra sensitive when on their period too and he gets so 😳

at that point it’s just a matter of brining it up to u cus he’s a little shy when it comes to this stuff. tried to gently suggest it next time ur on ur period by hinting at it a bunch “did you know orgasms have a lot of benefits while on your period?” side eyeing you to see ur reaction LMAO he’s so cute.

but ofc ur not dumb and u see exactly what he’s doing… how cute he’d look while u tease him and make him feel small under u while u press kisses to his jaw and sweetly whisper how much you’d love to be pleasured by him if he wants to

as soon as he gets the okay, he’s practically jumping on you. starting at ur boobs and showing them LOTTTTSSSSS of love cus he knows how sensitive ur nipples get on ur period 🤭 wants to hear ur pretty noises so so bad so he doesn’t let up til he can’t take the excitement of eating u out ok ur period any longer.

makes sure everything is clean and prepared for a mess lol and then he GOES TO TOWNNNN. like i think as soon as he sees ur pretty pussy dripping with a mixture of period blood and arousal, he’d be fuckin floored and would dive straight for your clit (knowing it’ll pull the loudest moan out of u). and as soon as he actually TASTES you? instantly humping the bed. i think he’d cum in his pants quite quickly too 😭 poor baby just thinks u taste too good :( it’d turn him on so much. and with how hard you clench around his tongue, mixed with the taste of u in this state, i think he’d even maybe cum twice…… cus i know he’d be going at it for a looooooong time. just wanting to make u feel good and ease ur stress during this painful week :(

and when he finally lets up, he looks up at u with pretty little doe eyes, asking if u feel better and your heart just SWELLS at the sight of him. chin covered in ur release n blood, so so pretty for u….

already has a damp towel ready on the bedside table to clean u both up. and don’t expect him to fuck u after. no no no. all he wants is for you to gently stroke his cock while you lovingly make out, laying facing each other, til he whimpers into ur mouth that he’s cumming. pls pls PLS cuddle him to sleep, he wants to fall asleep with his head in ur chest :( and don’t even think abt getting dressed LOL u can wear underwear if u want cus ur on ur period but he will NOT allow you to get too hot in the night and ruin ur much needed sleep during such a stressful week for u! (it’s totally not because he wants to have a faceful of ur soft bare breasts to fall asleep to)

waking up the next morning to see a sleepy gyu with bed head and pajama pants laying out plates of pancakes for you both is honestly the best part.

service bf beomgyu is my weakness 😔

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me: ...peach. peach. PEACH. im in shambles. literally trying to think of anything to add lmao. but...this is soooo beomgyu.

i can totally see y'all sittin on the couch together and he's just scrollin thru his phone and ur just kinda groaning and he asks u what's up. you tell him ur on ur period and cramps are esp bad that day.

and he's like "...i read orgasms can kinda help w that..." and tries being as nonchalant as he can, but u catch on lmao. AND MAYBE! bc i see beomgyu's partner being a lil cheeky—you decide to tease him urself.

"oh ya? i think i heard that somewhere too..." nd u giggle just a bit, hopping off the couch, takin out ur tampon/cup lol, and returning w a lil vibrator. u bend over, ass toward him, slippin off ur pj shorts and he's just o.O then u plop back down, legs spread, spreadin ur lips a bit nd he sees u all wet and a bit bloody...speechless. u wanna tease urself, wanting his tongue to be the first thing that touches ur clit to get that "first touch" moan you know what i mean so u just switch it on, the sound of it alone makin u wet. and u kinda just rub it around your pussy for a bit, but he can't take his eyes off u.

"awe, jealous of my vibrator, baby?" and he just swallows and stutters a bit before he takes over and does everytHING

but i definitely need to write hcs for all of them!!!!!!!!! AAAAHHHH kicking nd squealing bc—my thing (TMI ALERT!!!) with period sex is i like penetration on my period. and i love seeing the bottom of my booty just barely covered in blood afterward. it literally makes me hnnggg. so just thinkin about yj takin someone from behind on their period, booty a lil bit red AH crying ><

[yearningaces]

not a very organized thought, but-

i'm imagining how Nyx would deal with things if his human falls ill. maybe a common cold, maybe something a bit more difficult. either way, his capable human suddenly can barely get out of bed. you don't have to measure your strength to interact with him cause you feel so weak. and though you insist he doesn't have to help, you can deal with it on your own, Nyx still feels the need to help. he tries to figure out human medicine, making foods that your sensitive stomach can process, maybe even dealing with some feverish delirium. he even starts using bunny remedies with you, cause he just doesn't know what to do... the poor bunny is so stressed out,, he's not gonna ask it of you, but you definitely are going to want to make it up to him with so many cuddles once you're feeling better <3

He's dying

Mentally, not literally. Nyx isn't incapable but he is reminded of how much he's come to depend on his human once they're out of the count

He doesn't CARE if he's getting sick. You're laying back and letting him handfeed you this veggie soup he made. You're lucky he's willing to add chicken to it in small chunks bc cutting up meat is an odd feeling for him! So lay back already don't be stubborn and let your bunny take care of you!

In reality his attitude would be 100% babying I'm sorry he's so worried he coddles so much.

"My poor honey, I'm so sorry you feel so bad, oh, your blanket fell off your shoulder, let me tuck it back into place. Do you want me to make you a warm tea? I can help you drink it too, you know you need warm fluids to soothe your throat. I'll add some honey too-"

Doesn't leave you alone until you're ready to throw a pillow at him bc he over pampers when he's stressed! Please don't ask him to leave the room, he needs to see your breathing at all times or his anxiety will spiral into you being dead and him having to find a body(old asks about death, hi). Let him just sit in the room? He'll stay quiet and maybe embroider his new shirt he got recently, and if you don't mind yours as well. He just wants to keep his ears towards you, hearing you breathe, your heart beat. Please...

[meloarto-me]

Fishman (Arlong, Fisher Tiger) x human s/o.

No one asked but I want to do it!!!! ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

𓆝 𓆛 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟  ﹏𓊝﹏𓂁﹏ 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆛 𓆟

☀ Fisher Tiger ☀

Poor Fisherman is scared at first and angry with himself for having caught feelings for a human.

I know Tiger at heart hates people. But it's different with you, you look at everyone with love and care. And OMG you touched it with such gentleness

And you always asked how you were supposed to touch him. God you were better than most people I've ever met.

He would take you for an angel, even for God.

That's how you won the heart of this fisherman.

You fell in love with all of it. And he in you, all the love around you gave others diabetes.

As for his behavior towards you. At first, he's a very distant and cold type who hangs around you.

But he doesn't really know how to start a conversation with you, so he's a pillar standing nearby.

As a pirate mate, he has a high reputation, but what he likes most is that you don't pay attention to it.

How did you find out about his affection. So in a simple version, he got drunk like Tiger got drunk and walked into your room. He lay in bed with you and confessed his love. (Okay it was different: that's how it was)

"What are you doing here?"

"Want to sleep with the love of my heart?"

After that, she passed out cuddled up to you.

Then it felt weird waking up next to you, but he didn't want to leave you just yet. You had such a nice and warm body, God didn't want to let you go.

From then on, you were unofficially a couple. (You thought so, but the solar crew already knew, and they had a lot of bets on your relationship. Ehem. There's still the one with Deflowering you. They're wondering when that will be.)

Your relationship doesn't look like a relationship to many new eyes. You just don't show your feelings to the new ones.

But when you're alone, ohhhh~~ Diabetes kills more than once. Your relationship is forbidden but as good as warm cookies.

Tiger will not let you be hurt and unhappy, he will protect you with his body. You do the same for him, but you give him so much love that he turns red like Kid's Hair

🦈 Arlong 🦈

How such a strong and hateful Shark like him loved a human. Pffff. The weak power of women.

It wasn't a shock to him, it was a shock to you and everyone around you. (Shock to the whole world.)

Maybe it was because you were so feisty and small. (Like a little angry lion.) Maybe it's because you stood up for another fishman. (Of course, I almost killed a man in defense of the honor of the fishermen, and it kindled a new feeling in him. But only for you.)

How could he have developed these feelings? or as he put it extinguish them?

He just kidnapped you and took you on his ship. That's how it started.

The rest went quickly, you followed him like a shadow and did not let him rest. It's his fault you're here with him.

He himself knew he had done wrong the more often you were around him. The more his feelings intensified.

And he was angry about it, ohh. He was pissed off, aggressive at all the little obstacles etc. no one could feel safe. (Except you)

Only you could rebuke him and set him upright. (You became the mum of the crew because of it.)

How did it happen that you are together? Oh boy. It's a difficult story for you.

It all started with a little argument about humans and fishermen. And it went on for a fortnight. A lot of emotions then spanned through his crew and the ship. But in the end Arlong forced by his officers went to apologise to you.

You sat on a stork's nest away from the fishermen, and Arlong himself. Single tears streamed from your eyes. I paid no attention to my surroundings until a pair of strong and slippery arms hugged you from behind.

"Hatchi go away please."

"You have mistaken me darling for someone."

Our fisherman gave you no time for anything else and kissed you. A quick kiss full of love.

The crew was later surprised and pleased that their captain had someone to LOVE. (And he can de-stress on her. He he he. We know what they mean).

The relationship seems rough and one-sided on his part. Our grey-haired and hateful Arlong remains what he was. But he's different for you.

He'll beat someone up and then turn to you with his heart eyes and compliment your beauty that day.

When it comes to bed stuff. You have a demon in bed who is always horny for you. (Dousing yourself with something? Boner. Bending over? Boner. Whatever you're doing? Boner.)

But then he takes care of you like a queen. Only for shadows is he soft and cuddly.

𓆝 𓆛 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟  ﹏𓊝﹏𓂁﹏ 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆛 𓆟

𓇼 ⋆.˚ 𓆉 𓆝 𓆡⋆.˚ 𓇼

[ambroziadelphine]

Emo Boy(Choso Kamo x Reader) Chapter 7

Masterlink

It's been a few days. I was once again closing shop tonight, though it was with Ruby. She was going to be turning the radio station 24/7, and she wanted to be the first one to take the night with it, Emma the techy girl was going to be with her when I left after closing the store just to make sure things run smoothly. We needed some kind of tech guaranteed to be awake if something went wrong.

I was just organizing the sections for the records before I locked the doors from any late night customers when I felt arms snake around my waist, lips finding my neck as the unusually stressed aura of Choso filtered through my body. I hummed and leaned back, my head resting on his shoulder as I held his arms around me, closing my eyes as he laid feather light kisses along my shoulder and collar.

"I was starting to get worried. You hadn't texted since yesterday." I mumbled, turning to plant a kiss on his cheek as I turned in his arms, wrapping mine around his neck loosely. He buried his nose in the crook of my neck, holding me tight as he took a deep breath; his aura was calmer, though it still held the staticky edge to it, clearly he had something on his mind, but I wasn't about to push him to tell me yet. "Are you okay, baby?" I asked softly, feeling him shake his head, hiding his face more as I sighed, Emma coming in at that time as she gave me a questioning look. I waved her off, mouthing 'personal stuff' to her as she nodded, giving a two finger salute before running up the stairs, my attention turning back to my poor boyfriend needing my comfort.

"Come on baby, you go into the studio, I'll lock the front door." I said, kissing his neck softly as I felt him shiver, looking at me slightly, my heart melting a little at the tired look in his eyes. "Don't worry baby, we can go home soon, I just wanna make sure you're okay first." I told him causing him to sigh, nodding as he reluctantly let me go, walking over to the studio as I quickly locked the front door, flipping the open sign to the closed panel before shutting the front lights off and heading over to Choso.

"Alright, now what do you need from me? Just listen, distract you, just cuddle? What would help you right now?" I asked him, seeing him look at me surprised as I smiled lightly, taking his hands in mine. "Sweetheart, I can tell something is wrong. You don't need to tell me what it is if you don't want to, but I want to help make you feel better, so how can I help?" I reiterated, a little slower to not overwhelm him as he looked at me for a while.

"C-can we just.. cuddle? A-and I want to kiss you, please.." He said, squeezing his hands as if anxious to touch me already. I smiled gently, moving to straddle him and put my hands on his cheeks.

"Want to cuddle a little here then go home and watch a movie? Or we could just sleep and relax when we get there." I offered, he gave a weak smile, his hands gently resting on my hips before he pulled me closer

"I just wanna hold you tonight.." He mumbled making me sigh softly, smiling as I leaned forward to lay a peck on his lips.

"I'd be letting you do that no matter what." I told him, getting a small smile from him before he pulled my lips down to his again, his aura changing to a peaceful calm the longer our slow kiss lasted. My hand held the back of his head, the other on his chest now as I softly pulled away from him, kissing his forehead before holding his head to my chest, petting his head as I hummed a soft tune, feeling as he all but melted into my grip.

"He's asking more questions about you now.. after I came home with my neck marked." He mumbled, burying his face in my chest as I sighed.

"Just ask him what he wants with me." I said, figuring if it's something I can give him to leave us the hell alone, I would do it. Choso's grip tightened around me, shaking his head as I felt his distress returning.

"It's gonna be bad. It has to be." He said, looking up at me with pleading eyes. "I can't- I can't ask.. I'm too afraid." He muttered, looking down as if ashamed. I took his face in my hands, making him look at me, kissing him softly to ease him.

"I promise, whatever it is, we can get through it." I told him, feeling confident in my words. Choso is strong. I'm not sure how strong I am, but I'll try anything to stay with him. "I love you, and nothing will change that."

"I love you too."

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That night, after dinner, and after Livi went to bed, Choso and I laid on the couch, limbs tangled as I laid my head on his chest. He held me tight, kissing my head, running his hand through my pale blue hair. He smelled like mulberry and oak, with a slight metallic hint: I wish I had a perfume that smelt like him, so I could always smell him even when he's not here. I buried my face in his chest, taking a deep breath before letting it out in a content sigh, smiling before laying a kiss on the fabric of his t-shirt.

"I love you." He mumbled, pressing his lips to my hair as I grinned, leaning up to nuzzle into his neck, kissing it softly.

"I love you too." I muttered, leaning up to look at him with a smile. "You make me so happy." I said, his lips turning into a smile as well at my words.

"You make me.. feel human." He said, my giggle floating through the air at that.

"You are part human. I'm just making that side come out more." I said teasingly, which he chuckled but nodded at.

"That is true, though I think you just bring out the best in me." He said, kissing my cheek as he squeezed me gently. "I wanna keep making you happy. Any way I can." He murmured, my gaze melting slightly before I leaned up to place a soft kiss on his lips.

"You already make me happy." I said, leaning our foreheads against each others.

"I wanna keep making you happy forever." He muttered, my cheeks turning pink as I smiled, settling down with my face buried in his neck, giving him light kisses as a shiver went down his spine.

"Then you've just gotta stay with me." I sighed contently as I kissed his jaw before closing my eyes and laying my head back down. "I just want to be with you. Wherever that is." I said, his grip on me tightening slightly before he let out a shuttering breath.

"What if being with me puts you in danger?" He asked, his aura turning slightly staticky again, feeling prickly against my skin and I sighed, lifting my head to look at him.

"Kenjaku wants me one way or another." I said softly, my small smile sad. "I don't believe being with you puts me in any more danger then I'm already in." I mused, his eyes turning sad, tears slowly gathering in his eyes. He felt so guilty, his aura cold, the prickly feeling like light, sharp rain.

"It's my fault he even met you." He mumbled, his lip quivering as my hands moved to rest on his face, the tears in his eyes beginning to slowly fall while my gaze softened. This is why he felt guilty. "He only went in the store because he wanted a way to keep me entertained.. You never would have been dragged into all of this if I had just kept my mouth shut about being bored." He was getting more worked up with his words, his breathing starting to pick up as I lightly stroked his face, shushing him. I didn't want him to panic or have an anxiety attack.

"No, no baby, no." I cooed, hoping to calm him down. "It's not your fault. You didn't know any of this would happen.. Besides, I'm so happy to have met you, I can't dream of anyone else I'd rather be with right now, then you." I said, hoping I could ease his bleeding heart, leaning my forehead against his as I pecked his trembling lips softly.

"I'm not even fully human.. You'll die and I'll still live for so many years, alone without you." He whimpered, feeling my soul ache at his words. "I'm a monster, a horrible person. I don't deserve any of the love and kindness you've given me, but I don't think I can live without you anymore and I'm so scared to lose you." He cried, sniffling as I felt my own eyes tearing up at his words. He truly believed this about himself. I couldn't believe it.

"Baby, you are not a monster. You grew up with horrible people. You didn't get the love and care you needed, you didn't get to be a kid. That doesn't make you a horrible person." I said softly, giving his face gentle pecks. "I don't care if you deserve it or not, I'm giving you my love and kindness because I want to. I truly believe you deserve all the love and attention I can give you, and I want to make you so happy. I want to be your safe place." I expressed, his tears easing slightly as he stared at me with happy yet sad eyes. The guilt and sadness lessening slightly, his usual warm calm aura slowly returning.

"I don't know why you love me, but I am so glad you do. I will work for your love every single day to show I will fight for you." He declared softly, my face softening as I leaned in to kiss him again, his arms holding me tight.

"I accept your love, Choso. I accept any love you give me, just as I hope you'll do the same in return." I said as we parted, he eagerly nodded in agreement, eyes wide making me giggle. He radiated love, a feeling I've only felt from another a few times. It was a rare feeling, but a good one. "Words, baby." I cooed, his face flushing red as he looked up at me.

"I accept your love as well, Zoey. I promise, I will cherish ever single moment I can spend with you. I would do anything to stay by your side forever." He said, I smiled softly and gave him a light kiss.

"Will you ask Kenjaku what he wants with me?" I asked hesitantly. Choso paused, his anxiety rising again making me regret my decision before he slowly opened his mouth.

"What.." he started, taking a moment to collect his words. "What if he wants to do something that separates us?" He asked, I sighed at this and looked into his anxious eyes.

"That I guess we'll just have to separate him, from us, before he has the chance to do that." I said, his eyes widened as he processed what I was getting at.

"You would.. you would run away with me?" He asked and I chuckled, kissing his lips.

"We'd be bringing my sister, of course, but yes.." I said, a sly smile on my face. "I would love to run away with you." I told him, he finally gave a small sigh and nodded.

"Ill ask him." He said and I smiled softly.

"If its something I can give him, within reason of course, I will do it if it means he leaves us alone." I said, Choso adamantly shaking his head making me frown.

"You're not giving him anything. Ill kill him if I have to." He said firmly, my eyes softened and I hugged him tight.

"I just don't want you to get hurt." I said, he kissed my neck and sighed, pressing his lips to my skin for a few moments before he took a small deep breath.

"Nothing will hurt me more then loosing you."

[jcbbby]

could you write something where the reader is going through it mentally with stress and anxiety and ed related shit to the point where it’s like effecting her physical health and jamie is trying to help her through it sorry if it’s oddly specific i was recently in the ER for a CT scan and it ended up being a stress induced headache and just wish i had someone to just comfort me 😭

oh, my poor friend!!! I'm so sorry you've been going through all that as of late. :( I'm glad the ER visit ended up being nothing serious, but as someone also recently in the ER for a CT scan...still not fun either way. and I've also HELLA been there, having anxiety and an ED affect my physical health. I'm sending you all the love I have in my heart, I'm here for you if you want to talk to anyone, and I hope you find some comfort in this lil fic. <3

warnings: mention of needles, hospital visit, mental illness.

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You heard the front door close from across the silent house. Jamie must be back from his meeting this morning with his manager. You weren't sure how long he'd been gone, having been half conscious trying to sleep through this throbbing headache you had for the last...however long it had been. It started last night after a long day of errands and you went to bed without dinner, something you knew was probably bad to do but a sad part of you took a sadistic pride in that. Jamie kissed you goodbye when he left this morning, and low and behold, he came to kiss you hello in the same spot he left you earlier.

"Hi, darling." He spoke softly as he came through the doorway. "How are you feeling?"

You groaned slightly as you stirred, pushing yourself upright with your hands, resting your back against the pillows. You sighed, rubbing an eye.

"I'm just tired..."

You weren't lying exactly. Tired was the only word you could think of to describe how you had been feeling. The past few weeks had been very busy and stressful with Jamie's schedule. You were a person of routine; you needed to eat at specific times, the food you ate was carefully curated, you had a set routine for morning and night. The uncertainty of the day's timeline had wreaked havoc on your mental state. Jamie knew you had struggled with some mental issues, but you never let on the extent of it around him as best as you could. This time, however, it really overwhelmed you.

Jamie frowned as he walked toward you and gently sat on the bed. "Love, you've been in bed for almost 24 hours and you're still tired?"

"Well, and my head still hurts. It's just all at the back of my head...it's just throbbing." You screwed your eyes shut, bringing your hands up to rest at the base of your neck.

"Really? Have you taken any tablets to help?" He reached up to feel your forehead for any temperature. "You don't feel feverish at least."

You nodded your head lightly and then shrugged. "Didn't help."

"Do you think maybe we should get you into the ER? Just to be sure you're okay, since the medicine isn't helping and it's lasted this long?" He reached out taking your hand gingerly.

"No...no, I don't want to bother them if it's nothing." You shuffled yourself deeper down into the bed, as if getting comfier would convince Jamie you were fine.

"Darling, their whole job is to be bothered by people even if it is nothing. They're there to make sure it's nothing. Please, I just want to make sure you're alright, love." He squeezed your hand that he was still holding.

You sighed, squeezing Jamie's hand back. You didn't want to go to the ER. You didn't want to be a burden, not to Jamie or anyone at the hospital. Hospitals always freaked you out, too. The worst news of someone's life could be given in a hospital, and it always made you uneasy to be in one.

"Okay...okay, we can go." You looked up to him, eyes downturned in defeat.

Jamie gave a small smile as he got up and came around to help you out of bed. You felt weak and cold as you left the cocoon of the comforter. Black spots filled your vision as you stood up for the first time in hours, causing you to grab Jamie's shoulder for support.

"Stooduptoofast." You said through a scrunched face.

Without a word, you felt Jamie's arms scoop around your back and behind your knees, lifting you bridal style up into his chest.

"I'll do all the work then." He smiled before planting a gentle kiss to your forehead.

-

You sat in the ER waiting room for a couple hours, since you didn't appear to be in dire need of attention. Jamie held your hand as you used his shoulder as a pillow. He stroked the back of your hand with his thumb, bringing you a much needed sense of ease.

Jamie wouldn't let go of your hand the entire time you were back in a room to be seen by the doctor. He held it as the doctor and nurses conducted tests and asked you questions. He squeezed it and rubbed your back with his other hand as the nurse inserted an IV port to give you fluids, as per the doctor's orders. You flinched and looked away as you felt the sting of the needle in your wrist.

"You're doing great, darling." He whispered as the nurse walked out.

"What if I have a tumor or something? What if I'm having an aneurism?" You couldn't help but start to feel the slight panic set in while lying in the hospital bed.

Jamie came and sat along side you on the small rickety bed. "Oh, no, no of course you don't have any of those horrible things! We're just here to make you feel better, and you will in no time." He brought a hand up to tuck your hair behind your ear.

You leaned your head against his hand. You were so grateful for Jamie, he always knew how to make you feel better. He smiled and cupped your cheek.

"Hello! Oh, so sorry to interrupt." The doctor said from the doorway as you both looked over to him. "I just wanted to pop in to let you know that your work ups look pretty good. A little low on potassium, blood sugar is also very low, which might be why you're feeling a little weak and tired. But otherwise nothing of major concern. Your head looks okay, CT scan is normal. I would probably say a combination of stress and you're a likely dehydrated, which the fluids should remedy. Once you're finished with that bag there, I think I would be comfortable discharging you." He smiled.

"Sounds great, thank you." You smiled at the doctor.

"Wonderful, thank you so much." Jamie also smiled to him.

"Thank god..." You chuckled.

"See, you're alright and on your way to feeling better. I love you, darling." He kissed your cheek.

"I love you too."

-

Once the bag of fluids had finished, the nurses removed the needle and supplied you with discharge papers. The doctor was right, with the fluids, your head did start to feel a lot better.

Jamie took you home and you headed straight back to bed without a word. He followed you into the bedroom, leaning against the doorway as you climbed under the covers again.

"Do you want me to get you anything? I can make you something to eat." He looked to you, watching you settle in.

"No, I'm okay. Thank you though." You paused in your settling, looking over to Jamie. You knew he was right and that you should have something, but you didn't want to eat.

He let out a quiet sigh, slowly coming toward you and climbing into bed with you. He took you in his arms, looking to you with eyes, pleading.

"Sweetheart...please, let me make you something to eat. It's been over 24 hours since you last had something. It will help, I promise." He kissed your temple.

You turned to him, about to protest, but the look in his eyes hit you directly in the gut. He looked at you as if you were a fragile heirloom he had discovered in the dusty attic. He just wanted to take care of you, he wanted to see you shine again.

"Okay...you're probably right, babe. Thank you for taking care of me." You smiled meekly up at him.

He pulled you into him even tighter, wrapping you in a hug. He held you for a moment before pulling you back and holding you at arm's length. He caressed your shoulder with his thumb.

"Listen...I know things are tough for you right now...I know. But I also know that you are so strong. And even when you're not, I'm here to hold your hand and help you see it through, alright?" He smiled.

The tears immediately filled your eyes. Almost as if the love you felt for this man before you was spilling out through your eyes. You found your hands coming up to either side of his cheeks, pulling him forward to meet at your lips.

You pulled away, sniffling your tears away. "I do know that. You're always there for me. Thank you."

"You can thank me by eating the pasta I'm about to make you." He brought his hand up to playfully boop your nose. "Then we're even."

[mageofseven]

When Heat Cools: A MephistoMC Love Story

Chapter 8

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"I know you are going through a lot, my friend."

Mephisto shook his head.

"It's MC who is going through a lot; in comparison, I am simply along for the ride."

"Still, you are undoubtedly stressed."

The nobleman gave a small nod.

"However," Dia continued. "I would still appreciate it if you would answer a certain question of mine."

Just when Mephisto thought he feeling his worst, the prince's words made his body tense.

Somehow, he could just sense he wasn't going to like this question of his.

"What is it, my lord?"

Dia pursed his lips.

"Is...your leg getting worse or has MC simply helped you put less focus on your act?"

Mephisto freezed. He knows?? Has he truly made it that obvious? The nobleman knows he was stumbling earlier but surely that was not enough for his old friend to know his secret?

"This is not some new discovery for me, I assure you." The prince explained, knowing well what his friend must be thinking. "I...In truth, I've known since we were barely adolescents, back when you first received your cane. You always put so much effort into concealing your leg issue so I did my best to respect your feelings and hoped you would confide in me about it some day."

Mephisto was physically about thirteen when he had to start using his cane. Diavolo has literally known about his disability for hundreds of years and never spoke about a word about it simply because he could see how hard his friend was trying to hide it and wanted the other boy to confide in him about it instead of prying into what was obviously a sensitive issue.

That never happened though and here the two men are, hundreds of years later, finally addressing it.

The nobleman turned away from the prince.

"My lord, I'd rather not talk about this."

"You have always been so protective when it comes to others knowing about your leg's weakness." Dia frowned, worried. "What is it about your injury that that makes you so determined to hide it?"

Some would probably think it was a pride issue, but that couldn't be further from the truth. With the way Mephisto acts now of days, such a theory would be believable, but this has truly gone on since they were young, since before Mephisto adopted such an attitude.

Diavolo knew his old friend, knew that their must be an important reason why he did not want others knowing about his disability.

The nobleman's heart was pounding in his chest.

"Forgive me, but I have already said that I will not speak of it." He repeated.

This was a topic that no one could know, that Mephisto himself must take to his grave. Even in their closer days, he could not tell his friend about the incident and nothing has changed since then.

The prince released a sigh.

"I suppose some aspects of you still have not changed." He gave a sad smile. "Will you at least let me know if I or Barbatos can do anything to help?"

The nobleman shook his head.

"Nothing can help it, but I do appreciate the thought, my lord."

Dia stared at his old friend in worry. There really wasn't much in his life that the prince could help with, was there?

Eventually, MC was done with her medicinal bath and was ready to go home. The phantom cold was now gone, but the poor woman was now left mentally exhausted.

The tired human even fell asleep with her head in her boyfriend's lap on the way back to House of Lamentation. She slept hard and poor Mephisto couldn't wake her up.

Luckily, Beel had just come home from somewhere (Mep got so lucky it was a kind brother who showed up lol) and had the big guy take his sweet corazón inside to her room.

Of course, Beely did it without a fuss and was very gentle with the sleeping human.

...Okay, so one of the brothers is alright, he has decided. The Avatar of Gluttony has unknowingly passed a test even Mephisto didn't realize he made.

It only took two days after that for Diavolo's message hit Mephisto's parents and hit them hard. Whatever form it took, the son was unsure, but his parents knew it was his doing.

His mother slapped him across the face with enough force to make him stumble back.

"I raised you better than this!" His mother shrieked. "Do you even know what you've done? Do you have a single brain cell that thick head of yours?"

Mephisto steadied himself and avoided his mother's gaze. Yes, by doing this he betrayed his family, something that was he was taught to be incredibly taboo.

He did it to protect MC therefore he did not regret it--however, that didn't mean it didn't hurt to do so. His loyalty towards his family has always been a defining pillar of who this man was as a person; one he was willing to feel the pain of cracking it for the sake of his corazón and children though.

His father step between the two of them--not out of protection, but to take hold of the situation.

"Listen, we need to remedy this situation and quickly." The older man spoke coolly. "I need you to bring your human pet in to--"

"MC is coming no where near here." Mephisto raised his head and met his father's matching green eyes.

"You--"

The husband simply raised his hand towards his wife.

"Lamia, you wanted me to handle this so I'm handling it." He scolded her before looking back to his son. "Your prince has already made it very clear the lives of that human and her child are off limits; you have turned our threat idle."

"Then what to do you want with her?"

"For the time being? A conversation, one that you shall be present for too." The older man explained. "The rest will be explained then."

Mephisto went silent.

"I expect you both in this house tomorrow afternoon. I will have the butler give you the details in the morning."

And with that, his parents left him standing there, fists at his sides.

What the hell are they planning? And worse, what do they have planned if he doesn't comply?

[flowerisevil]

Betrayal (part 2) | Daemon Targaryen x femOC! Targaryen x Harwin Strong

part 1

a/n: english is not my first language so prepare for lots of grammatical errors. this is not proofread!!!! sorry. im sorry to for late update

words: 5k+

Days pass as she stays in the castle she always tried her best to do something that will make her mind occupied and she mostly ignores Rhaenyra and Harwin's presence cause every time she sees them only the memory of their mistakes is what she sees.

"I admire you Rhaella you did a great job in Flea Bottom, the people send best wishes for you," The Queen said as they walked together, other than Daemon, Alicent and Laenor is the only person she always talked to here. Rhaenyra ignored her too and can't even look straight into her eyes after what happened that night.

"They deserved it, I'm just giving what our people deserve to have" the princess' gaze went down when the Queen held her hand and gently squeeze it.

"Thank you Rhaella for being a good companion of mine and being a great sister to my children"

"Alicent, they're my kin there is nothing to be thanked about" Alicent looked at the princess in the queen's eyes beside her son Aegon it's Rhaella who deserves to sit on the Iron Throne she served the realm since she was young, and helped other people if she sat on that throne Alicent wouldn't complain she know that her children will be at ease with Rhaella if ever she died.

The Queen hugged her, this is the first time they hugged like this again since she was declared as the King's wife and the Queen.

"You didn't deserve what Ser Harwin did to you" The princess froze, she knew?

"I am not a fool Rhaella, there are already whispers about them and it only stronged when Prince Lucerys was born, among the three siblings, he is the only one who has a brown hair and eyes, very out of Targaryen right?" Alicent was sorry for her, poor princess after all she did for the people this is how the gods pay her.

"What they did was unforgivable they deserve-"

"I'm sorry, you Grace but I would not want to talk about this" she cut her off.

"You should tell this to your father princess"

"There's no need your Highness, I do not want to stress the King and I just want to mind my own life now" She replied, the King is getting weak and it will not help him if he told what her sister did. Viserys loves them both and if he found out the small quarrel they're having it will break his heart.

Alicent acknowledge her decision, "Well I would like to have a talk with you but I'm afraid I have to go and talk to your father" Rhaella just nod at her and smile when a servant came to them and greeted both of them.

"Your Grace there's there's trouble going on the training grounds" the girl announced.

"I'll take care of it, your grace" Rhaella insist and walked with the servant.

She ran to the training grounds and saw Harwin beating Criston, she immidietly pulled Aemond and Aegon away and ran to Rhaenyra's sons she held them both and pulled them away from the fight.

"Someone stopped them!" Rhaella yells three knights tried to stop him but Harwin pushed all of them away and get back beating Criston's face. She can feel Lucerys holding in her skirts while crying because of fear, she gave them to the guards before grabbing a sword that's on the ground and point it in Harwin's throat.

"Pull away" Rhaella commands but the knight remained on his position "I SAID PULL AWAY!" She shouts and when Harwin leave Criston alone she dropped the sword and helped the battered knight.

"Call the healers" she said and help him sat, his nose was damaged and his lips are cut open.

"What is wrong with you?" she faced Harwin.

"He insulted the prince and me!"

"Violence will never a good respond! You both fought infront of the kids is that what you teach them both?" she turned looks at the two knights.

Rhaella looked at Aemond "What happened here? and don't you lie to me Aemond" she said.

"Aegon and Jacaerys fought and when Jace dropped his sword Aegon took advantage of it to beat him more when the rules is you supposed to stop when the opponent have dropped there weapon but Ser Criston did nothing so Ser Harwin stopped my brother" Rhaella sighs all this because of their sick egos.

"He called the prince a son of a bastard and question there legitimacy" Harwin added, she ordered the knights to guide the princes back inside the castle

"Questioned? It's the truth! You betrayed princess Rhaella and had an affair with her sister" the injured knight said when the three of them are alone now.

Harwin was about to come after him again when Rhaella took a dagger on Harwin's pocket and point it on his throat and pushed him against the wall, her left arm blocked him.

"Don't be offended by a truth Harwin" Harwin looked in her eyes, fury and sadness was mixed in her eyes, she gritted her teeth.

"Princess what he's doing is an act of treason" Rhaella pulled Harwin back in the castle and inside her chambers.

"Treason? you goddamn know well that prince Lucerys is yours" Harwin looked away on what she said.

"What do you think my father would do if he found out what you did here?"

"Rhaella-"

"It's princess! you don't have the right to call me by my name anymore!" Harwin flinched when she shouts..

"What do you want me to do? let him insult me and my son?" his word linger in her ears.

his son...

"You should've handled it better" she hurl back.

A knock break their silence and it soon opened revealing Daemon that's holding a pile of books he bought for the princess, his smile soom fades when he saw the muscled knight in her room.

"What are you doing here?" Daemon asked annoyance was visible in his voice.

"Me and the princess are talking" Harwin replied almost a whisper, Daemon possessively crawled his arm around Rhaella's shoulder and kissed the top of her hair.

"You're dismissed Harwin" Rhaella proclaim he just nods and leave her chambers.

Daemon looked as the knight left the room and he slammed the door shut.

"We're just talking" She said instantly.

"Talking inside the chambers just the two of you alone?" Daemon scoffed, he was never jealous but knowing how she loved Harwin he can't help but to think how that asshole still have a place in her heart.

"What's wrong with that? I took you inside my chamber whenever I would engage you in a private conversation" She fling back, her brows frowned.

"Yes but it's Harwin were talking about here, you're

past lover" he grumbled and slammed the books in her table.

"We did nothing wrong"

"How can I be sure?"

Rhaella turned at him she cannot believe what he's saying right now "I am not in the mood of arguing,  stop this nonsense" her jaw clenched and opened the window in her room to inhale the fresh air.

"Nonsense huh? Fine do whatever the fuck you want" She heard the door shut loudly.

She yanked her own hair out of frustration.

She left her chambers and roamed around the hall. She stopped infront of the Throne room when she heard a familiar voices.

"Your grace I love your daughter and I will do anything for her" she heard Harwin's voice and it makes her leaned at the door and peak of what's happening.

The King is sitting on the throne with a stern look in his face beside him was the Queen and Harwin was infront of them looking down she can't see enough if there are other people there

"Harwin why are you saying this to us?" Viserys asked confused.

"I want to ask for her hand in courtship your Highness" She saw how Lyonel tried to stop his son sentence but he didn't let him.

"I heard that the princess is mad to you Ser Harwin, now you're asking for her hand" The Queen scoffed "the audicity" she added.

"What happened? Tell me Ser Harwin" The king asked.

"I have broke my promise to the princess and now I'm asking you to give me chance to make it up to her" Rhaella was fighting her tears and contain her sobs.

"I will not allow it!" She looked around the room and saw the voice came from her uncle Daemon he's at the corner behind Viserys.

"I believe you don't have say in this brother, Ser Harwin and Ser Lyonel you may leave now let's talk later" The King said, she pulled away from the door and waiter for the two Strongs to leave.

When the door opened it reveal Harwin and his father, Ser Lyonel looked at his son before leaving them both alone.

"What was that?" Rhaella spoke.

"I want to make everything right princess" 

"By using my father to get your ways with me?"

"No! God I didn't mean it that way Rhaella" Harwin defended himself.

"What way then? you slept with my sister bear her a child and now you're taking my hand for courtship?"

"I can't even look at you without imagining the things you did with my sister" her voice sounds hoarse and her chest tightened, it hurts so much and to think that she still love this man infront of her but at the same time she also love Daemon everything is messed up.

"I'm so sorry I know my words will never heal your wound but I guarantee you I never give my hearts to others but only you" Harwin held her face as he leaned his forehead to her.

"I doubt myself every damn day Harwin" Her voice broke as she pronounced his name.  "Everyday I asked what did you see in her that you didn't in mine, you know well how insecure I am with Rhaenyra you know it damn well" she softly hit his chest but the knight didn't care he hugged her, god he miss her so much he can't even forgive himself for hurting the love of his life, the girl who loved her in everyway the girl who cherish every single time she has with him, the girl who loved him for who he is.

"I will do anything for you to forgive me, if I need to apologize to you everyday I will, it's okay if you don't feel the same anymore just..." he trailed and swallow the sob that's starting  "just let me love you, let me make you feel loved because that's all I want" he uttered.

"Are you doing this because you're feeling guilty of what you did to me?" She looked up to him, her shiny teary eyes and her pink lips form a in thin lips.

"My love no I want to give you the love you deserves" he answered, they looked both deeply in their eyes and he kissed her forehead and caress her soft cheeks, they heard the door opened and the both pulled away from each other, it was Daemon his hair was a mess and he looks like he was dragged or pushed, he both looked at Harwin and Rhaella.

"You could have just tell me that you want a bear over a dragon" he rudely said and leave them both purposely bumping in Harwin's shoulder.

Minutes ago... (When the King, made the Strongs leave the room)

"What do you mean by that brother? I don't think that you have the right to tell me what I should do for my OWN daugther" Viserys narrowed his eyes to his brother while walking towards him.

"Brother, Rhaella doesn't deserve that man" Daemon said,

"And who do you think is?"

"Me" he said without any hesitation and that's where Viserys punched him, making the prince fell in the ground. He already sense that his brother has been feeling something for his daughter.

"You're lusting over my daughter how dare you!" Viserys hovers on top of him and grabbed the collar of his clothes. Alicent wants to stop him but she thinks that he deserves his brother's fury after all.

"You watched her grow up, she's a child Daemon!"

"She's not anymore! Seven hells Viserys because of your absence in her life you forgot that Rhaella is a grown woman she can decide for herself and I never forced her into anything" The Prince argue.

"I protected her brother, from you, your council, your family and from the world, I kept her safe in my arms" he added

"I wouldn't give you my daughter and use her for your own pleasure or treat her like some of your whores" The King knew his brother, he's scared for his daughter if ever they got wed he's also afraid that after he lost her daughter for seven years Daemon would take her away from him.

"I wouldn't, take my word your grace, I will serve her, protect her and give everything she desires. If I have to kill for her I would" Daemon has never been devoted to someone all his life but when Rhaella entered her life it's like the princess did some spell to him. "I love Rhaella brother, she made me feel things I never felt, I will do anything for her, take her as she is" He loves everything about the princess the way she spoke, the way how her fingers linger in his hair, her soft skin, her flushed cheeks and pink soft lips, her kind soul, her smart mind,  everything about her is perfection.

When Viserys pulled back he watched his brother slowly kneel in front of him both knees are on the ground, Daemon never kneeled in his whole life but he will for the woman he loves, "I am begging brother, give me a chance and I will cherish Rhaella and I will swore my life to her" he said The Queen was shocked to see the scene right in front of her, now she's curios what Daemon can do for the princess.

"As much as I want to take her away from you I wouldn't but I also wouldn't arrange her in a marriage with you if she doesn't want to, win her Daemon because you're not only one who wants her" He knew what Viserys meant that bearded knight, he nod and was relief when his brother finally calmed down.

He was happy and relief while leaving the room only to see his girl having a romantic moment to the guy who betrayed her.

"You could have just tell me that you want a bear over a dragon" he said and leave the both of them.

Present

Rhaella was running and looking for her uncle, she felt like she needs to explain herself to him.

"Princess" Laenor said as she bumped to him in the corridors.

"Why are you running?"

"Have you seen uncle Daemon?" She asked hoping he did.

"I'm afraid I have not" Laenor said "It's too late to be out of your bed princess let's get you back to your chambers" Rhaella didn't argue anymore and just let their cousin lead the way.

When they arrived her chambers Laenor sat beside her on her bed. "Now tell me, what's the problem?" Laenor uttered, the princess hugged her knees, she's confused of her own feelings it's all messy.

"Could I possible genuinely love two person at the same time?" she asked, the question caught him off guard, he stayed silent for a while and examine the princess, she buried her chin in the valley of her knees as she hugged it.

"Yes of course, love doesn't have any limitations" Laenor explained to the confused princess.

"It's so messy, uncle Daemon likes me and I'm sure I feel the same way he helps me to recover from my heartbreaks, and everytime he's with me I feel at ease, but when it's Harwin my heart just pounds everytime I see him and there's this voice in my head says that I should give him another chance" Her voice shaken, her cousin felt sad for her, the feeling of being confused of being inlove to somebody hurts.

"I thought love should make you feel happy? then why is it hurting me?" She smiles painfully, sometimes she wish she just stayed in Flea Bottom or pushed his uncle away or sometimes she wish she just didn't meet Harwin.

"It's not love if there's no pain riñītsos" (little girl) her cousin said and wrapped his arm around her shoulders "Love are not always about happiness, sometimes it consist of pain, sadness, sacrifices, fears, and peace" he continued.

"You don't have to rush yourself Rhaella" Laenor muttered

"Think about it first or don't think about it at all" Laenor chuckled trying to lighten the mood, Rhaella snorts and smile at him "But seriously give yourself a break, you deserve it" he said making her smile widely.

"I need to go now, see you when I see you" he smiled before leaving her chambers as soon as he leave another person went it, it was her sister Rhaenyra.

"What are you doing here?" anger was clear in Rhaella's voice.

"I want to talk to you"

The younger princess nod before tapping the space beside her, silence filled them as Rhaenyra sat beside her.

"I'm sorry.." Rhaenyra said and held her hand squeezing it gently.

"I'm really sorry Rhaella, even I I'm ashame to myself you're my sister and-" Rhaenyra stopped when she hush her, Rhaella just nod at her with a sad smile.

"As you should." Rhaella said in a monotone "You should be ashamed to yourself" she added Rhaenyra looked at her, confusion in her eyes.

"Rhaella..."

"You should be ashamed Rhaenyra, I'm your sister and you did this to me?! what kind of family are you?" she blurted out and her palm harshly touched her sister's cheek. Rhaenyra was wide at her sudden action.

"Rhaella, I'm so sorry truly I am"

"Are you really? You both are being happy spending time here while I'm fucking suffering in Flea Bottom! asking why did someone I love chose you over me AGAIN!" She was fuming her tears are bursting.

"You're enough Rhaella his love for you never leave, everyday he's waiting for you to come back and would always ask Laenor or Ser Lyonel if there's any news about you when he found out that you requested to more years in Flea Bottom he was devastated, he wouldn't attend his shift and he's always in pubs drinking until he pass out, Laenor had to help him to go back home" Rhaenyra said and rubbed her back.

"If his love for me didn't leave, he shouldn't sleep with you then"

"We were drunk!"

"And you really think I will believe that? after all what you, you can't fool me anymore"

"I gave him what you can't! you chose to be out there instead to be with him, the man was broken and longing for your touch!" Rhaenyra argue

"Oh so you parade your beautiful self in front of him, is that it? IS THAT IT?!" Rhaella felt her knees weak, she sat back in her bed.

"It wasn't easy for me too, when I heard the news I don't know what to feel, sometimes I just randomly zone out no one can talk to me I was so lost, every night I'm questioning myself where did I go wrong? what did I do to deserve that? and every time I hear your names it always includes the sins you have committed against me" her heart is aching like something was squeezing it and she can't breathe."Leave my room, Rhaenyra and as soon as you reached outside of my room, you will no longer be a sister in my eyes" she said her sister cried but didn't care she had enough understanding her "mistakes".

Days passed she and she hadn't see Daemon in the castle or anywhere, Harwin always tried to be around her and distract her but her hearts is still looking for someone else.

"Father have you seen Daemon?" She asked urgently as soon as she enter the King and Queen's chamber.

"He left last night he said he's going back in Stepstones, he didn't told you?" Viserys was a bit shock, his brother literally just sworn to protect and make her daughter happy then he will leave her without saying goodbye?

"He didn't told me, do you know why he left?" The princess asked but the King shook his head. There's only one thing that she can do right now fly to Stepstones and brought him back here.

But seems like her father read her mind immidietly "No you're not flying to Stepstones" she triedv to protest but Visersy cut her off.

"If he left you without saying goodbye it means he doesn't want to see you anymore and I would not let you push yourself to someone" Visersys said it was not his exact reason why he stopped her, just because he agreed to let his brother court his daughter, it means that he trusts him with her. Daemon is a consistent liar who will do anything to have what he wants.

"I want you to understand me Rhaella, I am only protecting you" Her father's words sink inside her head, what if he really doesn't want to see her anymore? she nods, the Queen was looking at her and suddenly said.

"Princess someone heard you days ago that you and princess Rhaenyra are arguing" Rhaella froze in her place.

"Arguing?" The king asked

"Yes and my witness said that you're crying when she walked out, tell us princess what happened?" The Queen walked close to her.

She can't take it anymore there's no way she going to let this slide just because Rhaenyra and Harwin made a so called mistake.

She inhales deeply "Harwin was my lover father, years before I to go in Flea Bottom but while staying there I found out Harwin got Rhaenyra pregnant abd the result is Prince Lucerys" she stuttered, she knew how their father favor and love Rhaenyra but she don't care, she betrayed Rhaella and Rhaenyra will get the same or worse.

"Are you sure about that? That's a big accusation Rhaella it only means that you're sister cheated on Laenor and Ser Harwin broke his vows" The king questioned earning a glare from Alicent.

"Are you seriously doubting you're own daughter?" the Queen spat.

"No, it's okay I can prove it to you"Rhaella stopped her

She walked to go in the garden and sat their silently her mind just drifted to her memories with Daemon.

2 Years ago in Flea Bottom

"Rhaella" She turned around and saw Daemon carrying two children in his arms while their tying his hair in a half bun and the Prince can't help his wide smile forming

"Your mothers are looking for you, I think you two should go home now" The two children follow her orders, she stood infront of Daemon admiring his hair some strands of it is falling in his face, she was startled when the prince pulled her hand making her stand between his thighs.

"You're so beautiful" he raised his hand and caress her face, the blush that her face made didn't missed in his eyes making him chuckle.

"You always says that" she said hiding how she feel love and flattered everytime he told her that.

Daemon smiles she's really not great hiding her emotions "And I will tell it to you until my last breath" he said and buried his face in her lower chest and wrapped his arms around her waist. Daemon is a busy man and has a lot of problems but with Rhaella beside him and feeling her touch he forgot all of it, with her he's in piece, like a dragon hugging it's rider.

She snapped back in reality when she felt a presence beside her she turned and saw Harwin sitting beside her.

"I heard you're looking for your uncle" he broke the long silence.

"Yes but turns out he left without telling me" she sighs and play the edge of her dress.

"You love him" it wasn't a question she heard from him but a statement. "I can see it, everyone can" he added.

"I'm sorr-"

"No don't be, I had my chance and I waste it" he reached for her hand and intertwined their hands he missed her hands, he long soft fingers, the same hands who's caressing his hair whenever he's stress in work, the hands that always touch his face telling him how handsome he is god he missed those moments he had with her.

"I understand and I'm sorry for making you feel horrible but no matter what happen I want you to know that I will always love you" he held her face and plants a soft kiss between her brows.

"You still love me?" Harwin nods, Rhaella hugged her and whisper in his ears.

"Confess your sin to me Harwin and it may be easier for me to forgive you" Harwin hesitates but if in that way she will forgive him he will do it.

"Prince Lucerys is my son, when you fly away from Flea Bottom Rhaenyra started talking to me too much but I thought she's just being nice to me because I was your lover and one night something happened between the both of us we got intimate and the result is Prince Luke" Rhaella nodded and hugged him, she was hiding her small smile as she looked to one of his father's witnesses.

He immidietly dismissed Harwin and went to the his father's witness, the knight told everything he heard and the King almost had an attack.

"I'm sorry for you, my child" The King hugged her, Rhaella can only close her eyes feeling the comfort in her father's arm after many years this is the first time he comforted her.

Her heart felt lighter but she felt that something was still heavy on it, something she needs to let out..

The night came and still no letter from Daemon she's getting impatient now she keep walking back and forth inside her room, she can't sleep and stay still.

Fuck it, she will see him tonight whether her family wants or not.

She then wear a hood under her dress and ready her horse, she can't use her dragon because it might wake everyone with its growl.

She was a bit confused why her horse it already and waiting for her outside the castle, her ride to Stepstones wasn't that long, the guards there was kinda shocked to see her.

"Where is uncle?" she asked and told them that he's already in his chamber and sleeping, she ordered them to bring her to him and wake him up.

They stopped in front of a door, one of the knight went inside and it opened revealing Daemon he's wearing a simple loose white shirt and brown trousers, he looked at her before gesturing the knights to leave them.

"Come in" he invited her, Rhaella closed the door behind her and walked forward to her uncle she didn't let him utter a word and quickly slapped him in the face and grabbed his collar.

"Why did you leave me?" she said angrily her teeth gritting and she tighten her grip on his collar.

"What? You're not happy with your cheating lover?" Daemon spat.

"Yes I am and he's not enough to make me happy" Daemon took her words differently.

"Well then sorry princess I wouldn't be an option just because you're not satisfied by that asshole" He tried to pull away from her but she didn't let him instead she pushed him against the wall, despite their heights difference Rhaella is quite strong. It made him gasped he can feel the burning pain that started on his back.

"I was worried for you!" she yells, their faces are too close to each other he can feel her hot breath.

"Seriously Rhaella what are you doing here?" Daemon is growing annoyed, he doesn't want to see her again because everytime he sees the princess he's going to fold.

"I'm here to claim what's mine"

"I'm not yours Rhaella"

"Aren't you?" she leaned closer to him purposely making their lips almost touched, first time she ever acted so bold in front of him.

"I saw you both hugging" he muttered under his breathe.

"You clearly misunderstand it, we were only talking and I was confused but I'm not anymore it's clear as sky that I love you" he doubted her, what if she's just using him.

"I understand if you're mad" Rhaella let go of him and stepped backward. "I'm sorry if I kept you waiting for me for a long time" she added and walked away to leave but Daemon grabbed her arms and trapped her in his embrace.

"Don't you dare leave me here" he said smile forming in his lips, Rhaella looked up to him, he's so handsome the princess thought.

"I'm sorry I was mad and sad I thought you both got back together and it hurt me but I can't help it, I was scared you will reject me that's why I left" he explained and moved her head to make her looked at him.

"I'm sorry to if I didn't explain to you immidi-" Daemon placed his index finger in her lips.

"Shh, what's important is you're here now, infront of me" his eyes are closed and he kissed her forehead "I" and kissed her nose "love" and finally drop a small peck in her lips "you, I love you Rhaella"

Rhaella smiled and wrapped her arms around his neck as she connect her lips to him.

This is all what Daemon wanted to be with the woman he love. 

They kissed as they both ran out of breathe, he looked in her beautiful eyes, "I love you I will give you the world darling" he said.

"I love you Daemon..." The princess answered as she hugged him, contentment filled her all of her life she was looking for someone to truly see her, love her and now she have it right in front of her, the man who's willing to do anything for her, Daemon Targaryen.

They spend their night in Stepstones and go back to the castle together holding each other's hand as they walked inside the Hall.

"Where have you been?" Rhaella looked beside her as someone held her arms, it was Rhaenyra behind her was Harwin. "We need to talk" her older sister added.

"There's nothing to talked about" They both looked at the King whom have just sat at the throne "I am here to do what's have to be done" The King continued, Rhaella walked towards her father and hugged him "Father I am sorry if-"

"Nothing to apologize daughter, I know I can't stop you that's why I just decided to help you, I ordered Ser Criston to ready your horse outside because I know you will go after him" Viserys said pointing at Daemon.

Today he's going to do what he should have done before, he will make it up to his second born.

"Thank you so much father" Viserys saw how his daughter's face soften.

"Brother" Viserys said as he looked at Daemon.

"Thank you for making my daughter happy" he said while holding his daughter hands.

"I only gave her what she deserves wait for me to give her what you failed to give" his voice doesn't meant to insult or anything. "Daemon" Rhaella warned her but Viserys stopped her.

"It's okay, it's the truth" Rhaella pursed her lips her uncle was right Viserys did fail her before as a child but her heart chose to ignore it as she grow up.

"Father the princess left the castle without informing you, she shouldn't have done that" They looked Rhaenyra who spoke.

"if we talk about things that shouldn't be done why don't we talk about you Rhaenyra" The Queen spat.

"Rhaenyra, Ser Harwin an information have come to me about you're little affair that you had while Rhaella is in Flea Bottom" Viserys started.

"Leave with Daemon I think I need to clear things with them" Rhaella only nodded as the Queen guide them outside the Hall.

"I'll make sure they get the punishment they both deserve" Alicent assured her before going inside.

Rhaella sighs why does she feel sad for them? looks like Daemon can read her mind because he wrapped both his arms behind her back and pulled her closely to him.

"Their actions have consequences, you did nothing wrong love" she closed her eyes as he kissed her eyes.

"She's your sister but still what she did is wrong, she hurt you" Daemon added.

"I'm worried about her sons what if father exile her?" she worried, even though she hates her it doesn't mean she's not worried for her nephews.

"I'm going to take care of them, nothing to worry about" They both looked behind them and saw her cousin Laenor.

"Go get break, I'll took good care of your nephews I promise" Laenor said and looked at Daemon "and you, promise me that you will never ever make her cry or else I will make you pay, that's my cousin were talking about" Laenor warned him.

Daemon just rolled his eyes while chuckling before dragging Rhaella away from her cousin they entered her chambers and without saying anything he pressed his lips to her.

He couldn't get enough with her lips, this lips that he always wished to have, and touch.

"I love you so much" he whispers and caress both side of her face.

"I love you" Rhaella smiled, she's so happy and contented like something inside her is finally complete.

"I want to marry you, I will marry you" he added and leaned to nuzzle her neck.

Rhaella's heart is finally at ease in his arms, with him.

A/N: im sorry I tried my very best but I really cant put all your suggestions here, im really sorry.

[yandereloversblog]

Chifuyu yan vs dere where u tell him that u can’t see him other than soft 😭 this man frfr knows how to hide his rough side

❤ 𝐘𝐚𝐧 𝐕𝐒 𝐃𝐞𝐫𝐞 💘 -> 𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐲𝐮 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐨

╰┈➤ . . . 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧: 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗'𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎

╰┈➤ . . . 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: Neither can I cuz HE ♡- also I'm not gonna take any requests for today cuz the event was suppose to be over after October started and stuff- so I'll just be writing the requests that are left.

💘 𝐃𝐞𝐫𝐞 💘

"What?" Chifuyu blinked at your sudden confession "I just can't." You repeated with a sigh, head on his shoulder while staring down at the manga you were both reading "You're so good to me Fuyu, I know you're in somewhat of gang but I really can't see that. You're always such a softie." Your face nuzzled the soft hoodie he was wearing.

"I'm literally one of the best fighters there! I'm not soft- I can be really mean if I want to!" When you looked up from his shoulder you saw Chifuyu pouting and you couldn't help but to coo, reaching up and pinching his cheek "Yeah I know, good job Fuyu~ so cute~" The male playfully narrowed his eyes into a glare but then nuzzled your hand, losing his pouty expression to lean closer to your face and gently kiss your cheek.

"As long as you... You like it then I'll be even softer for you [Y/N], I'd do anything..." Chifuyu mumbled gently, his facial features relaxing when he whispered out the sentence, your face heated up when his arm wrapped around your waist and then he hugged you, burying his face on your shoulder.

You waited for a minute, getting over the small shock and the way your heart skipped a beat to chuckle and pat his head "Did you get embarrassed?~" A grin appeared on your face once noticing how even his ears had turned red at this point 'Cute~' Especially once Chifuyu nodded his head to admit the question, lightly gripping at your shirt. You hummed softly and hugged back your boyfriend, waiting until he got over his embarrassed state.

"I'm so lucky to have you, [Y/N]~" And once he did Chifuyu mumbled happily, leaning just inches away from your face with a happy grin and red face "I love you so much." The blond's grin softened into an adoring smile and loving look "Everyday when I wake up I feel so happy because I know I have you in my life!"

❤ 𝐘𝐚𝐧 ❤

Chifuyu stared at the tied up man on the ground; his hands tainted with blood, eyes narrowed into a cold glare while Chifuyu harshly stepped on his chest without hesitation, groaning in annoyance at the muffled pained scream "So disgusting and weak, this hurts for you doesn't it?" The blond snarled and stepped off, expression twisted as if he just tasted something sour.

Chifuyu then crouched down in front of the beat up person "But you know what hurts more?" His blue-green eyes held disdain and insanity as he punched the already beat up face yet again "The shit you did to [Y/N]." And again, cracking sounds being heard "Don't you know all the trouble you made for my [Y/N] caused them to get stressed?" Chifuyu started panting from the rage building up "Fucking bastards like you deserve a trip to hell as soon as possible!" Seeing tears running down the man's face Chifuyu all but scowled, no ounce of sympathy in his rough glare.

"Quit doing that shit with me. Do you think I'll feel pity because you're crying? Huh? Maybe you should've thought with that small brain of yours to have treated my [Y/N] better." Chifuyu didn't care if this was just your classmate who had dipped when you were both doing a project, you canceled a date because you were stressed to complete it in time, Chifuyu is so worried for your health now! Nor like the last time when someone bumped into you during a date and dropped their coffee on you- Chifuyu knows they purposely spilled it on you to burn you! Your poor arm stayed red for a few days after!

Chifuyu hummed, a blank face with wide eyes, small pupils staring down at the body in a crazed state "If I let you go you'll tell my [Y/N] and lie to them about something. Not to mention you'll scare them with that disgusting blood." Chifuyu trusted you, but who knows what this trash could make you think "I guess I'll kill you then~" The outcome wasn't going to be any different anyways. The male grinned and stood up, grabbing the tied up person by the collar of their bloody and dirty shirt to drag them away.

"Wonder where should I bury you... I'm somewhat glad Toman is starting to get dirtier, this shit is so easy to cover up now~" Chifuyu chuckled to himself, taking his phone out and seeing a picture of you as the lockscreen, eyes immediately lighting up in adoration "Don't worry [Y/N]~ I'll take care of all the trash that dare bother you, you deserve nothing but the best my darling~"

[late-to-the-magnus-archives]

Two Eyes - a Magnus Archives fic

“Can I have a cigarette?”

No. No, this… couldn’t happen.

One moment of fear gripped me, memories of stories, and of the thing I’d seen in the Unknowing, shucking people out of their skin like corn. But I wasn’t the same; the world wasn’t the same. Even if this was happening, I was not some weak human anymore.

Part of the Magnus Monsterverse.

AO3

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Martin and I spent the rest of the day celebrating my new job and pretending we didn’t feel like there was a threat to the whole world possibly looming over our heads.

Was something going on? Absolutely. Did we have further means to figure it out right now? We did not! Did we need stress relief? Yes.

And… well. We hadn’t really gotten the chance to be… goofy together. Silly. 

Dating.

Flirting. (As absolutely poor as mine was, he received it with grace.)

Eating each other’s ice cream, and… all those things.

Here we were, giggling over dropped whipped cream on a cafe table, leaning in, and being ridiculous.

I only saw him. I only wanted to see him.

He took my hand and brought it to his lips, smiling at me over my knuckles. “I’m dating a hot librarian, did you know?”

“Not a librarian,” I said. “Only a temporary worker. Shelver.”

“Bringing down hot librarian money ,” he said.

I laughed. I couldn’t help it. “Right. Flush.”

“Absolutely rich,” he murmured, absolutely not meaning money, looking at me through his lashes.

Oh, Martin…

I’m sure, statistically, I must have been happier in my life, but at that moment, I could not think of one such time.

#

“I have to admit it,” I murmured, my head on his shoulder. “Quiet London is nice.”

“Right?” said Martin, his head resting on mine. We sat on a bench in a park called Hadrian’s Folly. (Not the Roman general, but an architect born eight hundred years later, who’d tried to turn this park into a palace and discovered it to be all but swamp, sinking his creation. You could still tour the upper rooms.) “Honestly, it… it’s nice. When I need to be alone, I can be. Truly. Or at least, according to my five senses.”

I knew what he meant. It was quiet, but oh… I still knew. Knew every mind that passed, knew the fleeting hearts that beat with such concerns all around, knew the weight upon them to be silent and show nothing and stay calm.

I did not yet know why they felt those things. Which was curious. I’d have to push to learn more, and I didn’t want to do that. I exhaled. “I just wish we had more time like this.”

“Maybe we will. We don’t actually know what’s happening. What the danger is. If there is any.”

“I think the Gerrys are right,” I murmured. “And I think that… possibly not-evil Jonah was genuinely trying to warn me of something.”

“So let’s go eat Leitner and cut it off at the pass,” Martin said, mostly joking. He threaded his fingers between mine.

“Ha,” I said. “If he’s cagey enough to make Jonah Magnus nervous, he’s probably even worse than a pair of haunted eyeballs.”

Martin laughed and began naming other potentially haunted body parts.

We grew quite ribald, and had anyone come near, I suspect we would have embarrassed them.

But no one did. In Quiet London terms, we were loud, but we were also left alone.

#

That night, tucked into his too-small bed, we slept. Or really, Martin slept, and I lay awake, trying to ignore the next logical step staring me in the face.

I wanted to learn more without losing myself. I knew I hadn’t exhausted my fellow Eye-based resources yet. Not at all. However, I didn’t want to see him.

I didn’t want to! But there weren’t a lot of us Eye-type folk here, curiously enough. I wasn’t sure why that was, and the Eye wasn’t telling me (tonight’s topic was the history of Nesalogus netscheri , the world’s rarest breed of rabbit). I’d exhausted the Gerrys; I already knew that even if I visited the other two, they would basically say, We already talked about this? And then maybe go make out with Michael, or whatever.

But Jonah was new, I told myself. He wouldn’t know anything, I told myself. It would be a waste of time, I told myself.

The Eye wanted me to talk to him.

The Eye still wanted us to… get along.

I fidgeted. Rolled over. Flopped over Martin, spooning him from behind like some weird ocular backpack.

“You good?” he murmured.

“No,” I moaned. “It wants me to talk to Jonah.”

“You’re probably going to have to, anyway,” he said.

“He’s not asleep.” I knew . “He’s waiting for me.”

“What… now?” Martin half sat up and checked his phone. “Jon, it’s two in the morning.”

“I’m sorry,” I said pitiably.

He rolled over.

This bed really was too small for us. Even on our sides, we were face to face, or pressed up close; and neither of us wanted anything else. (Which amazed me, because shouldn’t he want space from me?) “Do you need to go, Jon?” he whispered.

“It’s not exactly visiting hours.”

“Sasha doesn’t sleep. She’ll let you in.”

“You’re awfully calm about this,” I said.

“I’ve been over there this late.”

He said it so casually, so… so throwaway. But I knew, suddenly, why. Panic attacks; feeling the world go vague; terror that he’d just… lose himself, and wander Quiet London in a state of emptiness, or an empty city, or maybe that he’d make it empty, and wouldn’t even know, and—

“Martin,” I breathed. “How… how long have you been here?”

His eyes tightened. “A while.”

“How long has all this been going on?”

“A while.”

“Martin…”

He touched my cheek. “You don’t know how long I waited. How long I had to wait. I gave up, Jon.”

Here we were, lovers, together in a way we’d wanted to be in the non-apocalyptic world, and never had the chance… and I hadn’t known this about him. “I’m so selfish,” I whispered. “I should have asked.”

“If I’d wanted to talk about it, I would have,” said Martin. “If you need to go see her tonight, go on. You’ll be fine.”

“Hunters?” I suggested.

“They’re rare,” he said. “And you’ll be careful.”

“And we’re currently suspecting Leitner and have probably got on somebody’s radar,” I said.

He kissed my forehead. “And you can stop them. Which nobody else is able to do.”

He really had changed.

I mean. I knew that. Of course he had. So had I. But he… he was so much quieter. Solemn. The nervous fidgeting was just… gone; his caution, too, seemed to be largely lost, in odd ways. 

His focus on me was so very steady. Like I was the only light he could see. And I was missing something else. Something…

Forgive him , the Eye encouraged, but I had nothing to forgive. Martin had never wronged me. “You’re really encouraging me to go out in the middle of the night and see the younger version of a man I hated so much I ate .”

“Admit it,” he said. “You’ve done far weirder.”

I laughed. “I get it now. You’ve become the mad old wise man who lives in a cave.”

“Absolutely,” he said. “With a baking show. Also a blazing social life.”

“Blazing, you say.” Did I really have to leave?

“Absolutely hedonistic,” he said with a small smile, and kissed me. 

We were busy for a little while. I no longer felt nearly as anxious, and that truly helped. 

He exhaled slowly, forehead against mine. “I choose to believe you’re going to be fine. That you can handle whatever comes at you. That we will be fine.”

This sounded like a mantra. “I can get behind that.”

He looked at me again. “I waited so long. I don’t think I can do it again.”

“I love you,” I whispered. “I…” We weren’t each other’s… us. But we were. Weren’t we? “This is confusing,” I added.

“Yeah,” he said, not asking for clarification, and kissed me again.

“You sure I should go tonight?”

“Will you sleep if you don’t?”

I made a face. “Probably not.”

“You have to go sign paperwork and all of that tomorrow. Go see him. Might as well get it out of the way.”

“You really think this isn’t dangerous.”

“What I think,” said Martin, unblinking, “is that if I don’t choose to trust you now, and get all possessive and weird, I will be feeding the worst parts of myself. So I choose to trust you’ll be safe.”

He wasn’t okay, was he?

The Eye was silent; It didn’t know. This was Martin. It saw Martin. It didn’t analyze Martin. It saw him. Not helpful.

Maybe Martin had just… figured it out. Maybe he really was older and wiser, and I was worried over nothing.

He laughed suddenly. “Your face is a journey right now.”

“Caught me.” It didn’t matter if he wasn’t the one I’d known before. I knew I wanted him now. I knew I loved him now. At this point, I think we both would have known if we didn't fit. “All right. I’ll go.”

“I probably won’t sleep until you get back,” he said, watching me dress in the dark.

“Bribery,” I pronounced, and kissed him again. “I’ll be back.”

“Jokes aside.. If you do somehow run into trouble, please just run.”

I looked down at him, sprawled in his bed, watching me unblinking. “I will. I promise.” 

He touched my hand, and I left.

#

Quiet London was, big shock, even quieter at night.

Not much was open. Lights kept things feeling safe, but there just… wasn’t anyone. No music. No late-night plays letting out. People were awake; I felt them—more pf them lived in London than had in my time, because here, somehow, rent prices had stayed within the grasp of the common man.

It wasn’t really a comforting quiet, though. There was something abjectly miserable about it, though I couldn’t say what. Anticipation? No; a sourness, familiar enough to leave me almost knowing what it was, and yet just altered so that I could not immediately put my finger on it.

I could know.

“Yes, Jon, let’s do that, risking losing myself on a public street, alone and without help. Brilliant,” I muttered.

“Can I have a cigarette?” someone said.

I froze.

To my right was an alley. A shape stood there, human, swaying almost hypnotically, rhythmically, over and over, left and right.

Had I stroked out? “What?”

“Can I have a cigarette?”

No. No, this… couldn’t happen. 

One moment of fear gripped me, memories of stories, and of the thing I’d seen in the Unknowing, shucking people out of their skin like corn. But I wasn’t the same; the world wasn’t the same. Even if this was happening, I was not some weak human anymore. I stepped closer. “Does Leitner know you’re out here, doing this?” I snapped.

“Can I have a cigarette?” said the shape, swaying.

“Listen,” I said, taking a step closer. “I may be new, but I damn well know you’re not supposed to be hunting on your own.”

It swayed, mesmeric. Echoes wafted around it, things I heard not with my ears—cries, screams, the loss of life thanks to this horrifying creation. It had been hunting for a very long time.

Oh, I was getting angry. “Last chance. I will react with prejudice.”

“Can I have a cigarette?” said the shape.

I opened all my eyes and saw .

The angler fish was no solid thing, no proper, unified construct, and it began to peel, shreds of skin and the barest shape of a person beneath cracking and dropping away. The horrifying blob beneath that shape shuddered as if in pain (but it felt none, because it was not real), slivering and melting and falling apart in globs of stolen fat until all was gone.

Behind it stood the puppetmaster.

How could I be surprised, and yet not surprised at all? How could I even have missed the fact that I had met only one Stranger here in our entire group? Stranger-survivors were even rarer than the Eye's, and we were opposites, opposed, enemies.  

Especially this one. “Hello, Nikola,” I said. 

“Archivist,” said Nikola, her borrowed voice box just as twistedly bright as her old one had been. “Funny meeting you here in the middle of the night! I suppose you want to have a little chat. It does seem your style.”

And she—

This wasn’t the Nikola who’d been locked up. I knew that. So how the hell was she here?

I knew something else, too, as I stared at her, as she stepped out into the light of the street lamps, her hideously malformed plastic smeared with blood and gore, her ringmaster’s uniform shredded and faded: she was old . Very old. Much older than the Nikola I’d known. Impossibly so. She was far, far older than the portal Manuela had made to get to this place.

It was so funny, not being afraid of her anymore. Absolutely bizarre. “How did you even get here?” I started.

“Are you going to turn me in, Archivist?” she said. “I suppose they might believe you, though I don’t think you could actually force me to go with you. A manhunt, I think! How fun! Well, they wouldn’t find me. Not like that other .”

“The other you,” I said.

“Oh, yes! She’s a copy, you know.”

She…

I almost understood that. She was Stranger, and… well, that was the whole thing, wasn’t it? None of them were real . So a copy of a copy may not make a difference to the rest of us, but it did to them, for some reason.

But hadn’t they gotten that Nikola in the usual way? Scooped out of another world? How could that one be a copy of this one? This one… who had been feeding on people for so many years .

She wasn’t building toward the Unknowing. This was just for her. Taking children, taking people, keeping them in an impossible grip of terror and confusion until their bodies simply gave out. Torturing them and enjoying the absolute nightmare she put them through as they screamed, louder than they had ever been in their entire lives.

She’d been doing it for so long. “How dare you hurt people,” I hissed. “You could’ve gone any other way, could’ve joined us, could’ve been helped , and instead, you’re doing this? How dare you!”

“Funny words from a funny man,” said Nikola, clacking her filthy hands at me (one with eight fingers, the other with three). “You feed all the time… do you feel guilty? Oh, I’m sure you do . I’m sure it just eats at you, makes you question everything. I don’t, little Archivist! Isn’t that lovely? You could join me, instead, and avoid their gaze. You could be free of the worst wickedness!”

What the hell was she talking about? “I’m… I… I do not feed all the time, and you are changing the subject,” I snapped, ignoring her accusations of guilt, because of course I felt that, we all felt that, how could we not?

“Funny, funny man,” said Nikola. “I must go rebuild my prop, though, so if you’re all done being scary …” 

“I am not done being scary!” I blurted like an idiot. “I can’t leave you out here. Come with me, turn yourself in, or I swear to hell, I will destroy you.”

She stared at me, or I thought she did—whatever paint her face had once had was gone, burned away, leaving patches not quite in the right places for face, nose, eyes—and then, she laughed. Because of course she did.

“I mean it, Nikola.”

“I know ! That’s why it’s delightful. Do you think I’m going to… oh, what is that phrase? Come quietly?”

“I don’t know,” I said. “Do you have any sense of self-preservation?”

“You are far more confident than my last Archivist,” she said, and (predictably) revealed a morbid history. “Chomp, chomp! He was quite gamy. And he cried.”

Yes, yes, she’d killed me, whatever . She was covered in the blood of innocents here . Why was I even fooling around with this? “We are not far from Sasha’s. You’re coming. Or you’re dying. Now. ”

The Eye was eager for both. Either. Whichever one didn’t matter. 

She sighed. “Oh, very well.”

She didn’t want to die. I had that to leverage over her. “Do you know where the hospital is? For our kind.”

“I do.” She sounded so bored.

“Lead the way. I am not taking my damned eyes off you.”

“As if you’d take them off me no matter where I walked,” she said, but began lurching up the street at speed.

“Nikola!” I snapped, and ran after her like an idiot. This was not what I’d promised Martin I would do. Oh, well! I was in it now, wasn’t I?

Sbe surged up the hill, her limbs moving slowly but covering great and terrible ground, and I knew I was going to lose her.

Idiot! I thought to myself, and taking out my phone, sent Sasha a message without taking my eyes off Nikola. Incoming Via Sacra going north passing Branzen’s pub right now Help Help

Right, that would tip her off, but the activity of running as fast as I could while watching Nikola and also looking at my phone was… dizzying.

Straining? No, not exactly, but this was splitting attention in a way I hadn’t done before. I was amazed I could, and sort of proud of myself, but also running out of mental space very damn quickly.

“Stop!” I called after her. “You’re making things worse!”

“I think not, Archivist!” Nikola called back at me from near the top of the hill. “I think the next meeting will be on my terms, don’t you?”

How dare she threaten me. How dare she threaten those I love, because if she was coming after me, then Martin was not safe—

Which was when Sasha hit her from the side like a wolf, or a truck, or a saber-toothed lion.

Hit her so hard that they both flew through the glass of a shop, and the sounds were nightmare—screeching and yowling, weird plastic torque and a howl that could have come from any damn thing, Stranger or Flesh alike.

No siren sang in response to that destruction, which in itself was bizarre, but I had no time to consider. I ran up, gasping, feeling the limitations of a body I did not understand at all, and found—

The Sasha-mass of flesh boiling and bubbling like smoke, battling some unspeakable thing in a shape I could almost identify, a creature I almost knew, which filled me with instinctive fear because, whatever it was, it was just a little wrong, and within it, Nikola wielded her disconnected limbs like clubs.

She hit, and the mountain of flesh that was Sasha bled, and though it did not seem to slow her down, it hurt .

She’d hurt her , hurt Sasha , and did it with joy. 

I would not permit. “Stop!” I roared, command in my voice, a weird echo I couldn’t explain and felt vibrating through my entire form, and the word cast forth from me with physical effect and swept before me like a wave.

Pieces of glass and carnage whipped up as if in a gust of tornadic wind, violent and concentrated. Nikola recoiled from my cry as if I’d somehow smacked her with an enormous glove.

Sasha shuddered, her form not quite returning to familiar and beloved woman.

Nikola fixed her gaze on me, and I knew. We both knew. She hated me, on a level I couldn’t begin to comprehend, and I knew she’d decided this was it. I wouldn’t let her leave. She wouldn’t let me. She would die here, or I would. 

She lunged.

Sasha tackled her from behind (neither of them had mass in the way understood, both a surging bulge of fear converging in will, affecting the physical world, but not of it), and slowed her enough for me to… react.

To…

Do something.

To fill with a thing I did not understand, to channel the helplessness and rage and other feelings I’d ignored and pushed down and denied, to feel the truth of what I spoke even as I spoke it, and I said these words with full knowledge of what they would do, and at the same time, absolute and puerile ignorance: “No.”

And with this word, I denied her.

Denied her right, denied her future. Denied her further chances to change her ways, to alter paths, to do anything other than shatter on the limit of my anger.

Nikola blew apart. Exploded. Slammed into me and the streetlights and the goods in this electronics shop and Sasha, and knocked me over and cracked the street and sent the fire hydrants shrieking water into the sky, and made the city shake and the earth sing and caught the attention of

Caught the

Caught the attention 

Something looking at me, something seeing me , something I’d disrupted, something too big to understand that turned toward me at the speed of galaxies, and I—

#

Sasha stood over me, looking normal, though her hair was a mess and had bits of glass in it. “Jon?” she said softly. “Hey. Hey, there you are. Look at me, Jon. Come on.”

Oh. I was on the ground.

Still no sirens, but for this place, it was awfully noisy: there were voices, and the sound of water being pumped over crackling fire. 

I hurt. So much. “What…”

“Martin’s on his way,” said Sasha softly. “Talk to me.”

“About what?” I said like an idiot. 

“Maybe what just happened?” she suggested.

A debrief. She desperately needed one, not just for her own sake. Terrible things had happened here, and she needed to know I was innocent. “Saw her,” I managed. “Offered a cigarette. Like the… the… angler fish.”

“I remember the angler fish,” she said, soothing. “What happened?”

“Confronted. She ran. I texted you, tried to keep up.”

“And what happened then, Jon?” she said evenly. “What happened while we were fighting?”

Something absolutely terrifying that no one else in this world could do and I did not at all understand.

Fuck.

Lie?

I felt the lack of that ability right now. I couldn't lie, not seeing like this. I saw her, saw the fire, saw the people fighting the fire. Saw the reporters, saw the news, saw distant people lighting up as if touched with some current as they learned of the weird incident here. 

I saw too much, and I couldn’t… I couldn’t turn it off . “I…”

“Just try,” she said softly.

Too many people. Too many emotions. Dreams and hopes and fears, lusts and disgusts and rages. Too many, flooding me, turning my tongue back into to eyes.

My own fears joined the world's. What would happen if I told her I didn’t know? Was I about to be locked up like the other Nikola? Would Sasha try to kill me? To help me? Was I going to lose my freedom? Would Manuela dissect me like a bug? I couldn’t make my tongue work.

“Let me help,” said Jonah Magnus, kneeling beside her. “He’s overwhelmed. Seeing too much. We called it inebrians cernentia—intoxicating visions.”

The children of parents who heard the news and feared some political rebellion and how it could affect their jobs and their lives, the police who suspected supernatural bullshit but had no way to verify or defend and had to pretend it wasn't weird, the—

She gave him a stern look. “Jonah, if you mess this up, you ruin all the progress you’ve made. You know that, don’t you?”

The conspiracy theorists who wondered if this was tied to Them, the foreign spies who parsed the official report of a gas leak and refrained from opinion until they knew more, the—

“Oh, of course,” said Jonah happily. “I would never harm him. You ought to know that.”

“Well, fine,” said Sasha. “Give it a try, then.”

Wait, what was happening?

Jonah smiled down at me, absolutely beatific; though clean-shaven, he’d kept his hair long enough to fall in those loose, golden curls. In a simple white t-shirt and jeans, he looked so damn normal . He’d catch a glance, perhaps, for being pretty, for being mildly cherubic in spite of a torso now revealed to be suspiciously wiry with muscle, but one would never know, looking at him, that he was one of the wickedest humans who had ever lived.

My own fear spiked.

“Oh, no, not that,” he said, his eyes widening. “No, no—don’t be afraid of me. Never of me. I adore you.”

“Is that supposed to make me feel better?” I slurred.

“This will,” he promised, and—

We saw?

My vision, in my mind, briefly split, all those lives and people and homes, all those opinions and broadcasts and feelings, the murmur of conversations and spike of emotional concern, all of it split , came apart neatly as if the glue had failed, and…

Relief.

I made a small sound, feeling as though I swam up from the bottom of a well. Getting better, feeling lighter, less overwhelmed.

Feeling… more me.

I stared at him.

“That’s better, isn’t it?” he said softly, eyes lidded, unblinking.

BROTHERS , the Eye chirped at me wordlessly.

Dear lord, get me out of here. I tried to sit up and groaned; my side felt… really awful. Burning and sharp and terrible.

“Easy,” said Sasha. “You’ve been impaled.”

“I what?” I blurted, looking down. Oh. Oh, I… lay on some kind of rubble with rebar sticking out of it? Out of me? Right through my side? Oh, I… oh. “That’s not good,” I said in a high, weak voice.

“Shhh. You’re all right. You don’t even have organs , Jon.”

“It hurts!” I said, because it should hurt, shouldn’t it, because I’d done something awful , and I didn’t even know what, and it was frightening, and—

“It’s all right, Jon,” Jonah purred. “Breathe—not that you need to, of course, but psychologically, it helps. You’re all right.”

“But it hurts,” I said like a stupid child.

“So see it,” he said. “See yourself free of it. See it gone, dissolved, turned to something so sweetly organic it cannot hurt you or the environment. See yourself free, Jon, because you can. ”

What was—

Why—

Why did his words matter?

I was angry over it, offended, even as what he said came true, because I understood (in a vague way I doubted I’d be able to repeat with ease) what he was saying, and freed myself from the horrible thing in my side.

It melted into sugar, into water, into nothing that mattered at all. Some laser-like awareness I hadn’t even noticed eased. Relief. Like stepping into shade, after standing in hot sun.

But I couldn’t quite envision being healed. I couldn’t see this body, couldn’t see myself, and so could not see the hole in my side closing. Now, it just hurt. I cried out.

“Jon!” Martin cried, running toward us, and anyone in his way was moved aside as if some unseen wave carried them. He fell to his knees beside us, practically showing Sasha away, and pulled me into his arms.

It hurt. It really hurt. I tried not to cry out.

“He’s wounded, Martin,” said Sasha. “But I think he’ll be all right.”

“This is my fault,” said Martin, and pressed his face to my head. “Oh, gods. Jon. I’m so sorry. I did this.”

“You didn’t do this,” I mumbled, and clutched his shirt. My hands shook. “I did this. Broke my promise to run.”

“I’m fairly sure the weird thing I just fought did this?” said Sasha. “No blame here.”

“No,” purred Jonah, who was watching me, who had not blinked, whose gaze held a sweetness I could not ignore, and it made me want to cry and I didn’t even know why. “No blame.”

Martin did a double-take. “What the hell are you doing out?”

“Therapy!” said Jonah with a bright smile.

“I think I’m passing out,” I told Martin, because these things should be communicated.

“Fascinating,” murmured Jonah.

“Sasha,” said Martin evenly. “I need a reason, right now, not to fucking drown something.”

“Let’s talk about it at the clinic, all right?” she said cheerfully, and stood.

Martin stood as well, holding me.

I felt drugged. Sluggish. Safe, with him. “Love you.”

Martin’s eyes filled. “I love you. I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have…”

“This wasn’t you.” He needed to know. He shouldn’t feel guilty for this. “Broke my promise. I chased her.”

“I shouldn't have… what was I even thinking? What did I do?” he murmured. “Oh, gods. Jon, I’m so sorry.” Tears slid down his face now, dripping on to me, and his heart ached, pounded , and I could feel it, because I knew him.

No. No, I… I didn’t want him to feel this way. He shouldn’t be squashed with guilt, weighed down, his heart aching in his chest. Not my Martin. I couldn’t quite lift my hand to touch his face. “Not your fault.”

Sasha was talking to someone (police, I knew ), getting us out of here without having to make a report or anything, and they knew who she was, and she had power over them somehow (What? How?), and they were going to let her go, and I didn’t care.

Martin. Martin ached.

I couldn’t let Martin ache.

The Eye whispered, and I knew what to do. “All is forgiven, my love,” I whispered, too.

And the world

Changed.

The tiniest tremor, the shiver of reality shaking snow off its shoulders.

Jonah gasped.

“Oh,” said Martin, and stared at me. His eyes grew wide. “Oh,” he said again, more firmly, and frowned. 

He looked toward Sasha, and I didn’t understand. It was not a good look. It was… angry.

Then he shook his head as though discarding whatever that had been, and looked back at me. “You’re going to be all right. I’m carrying you to her hospital.”

“All right.” As if I had any problems with this. The pain was terrible; but the relief…

Jonah had… shuttered it all, somehow. Done, really, what I’d hoped Gerry would do: he’d shared the load.

I hadn’t even realized how much I was carrying. “I’m going to sleep now,” I murmured, because Martin had me, and I was safe.

“Incredible,” Jonah whispered. “Beautiful.”

Then Martin began to describe some truly inventive ways for him to violate members of his own family, and I let myself drift to sleep.

[crunchyspositivybubble]

On tikok, I've been reached out by an account of Khalil Adel's family via tiktok messages.

His friend, Shaye Kalik has started an campaign for him and his family. He's aiming to help them however he can, but given that Khalil's family consists of 12 members, including his parents who need treatment almost immediately, they are still far from reaching their goal.

This is the messae Khalil Adel has on his gofundme campaign:

"With a heavy heart, I start this fundraising. I have exhausted all available solutions to evacuate my family from Gaza. The only way is to begin a fundraising which can help in this crisis. Here is my story that I am reaching out to share hoping to emerged from Gaza by your assist we can move from death to life.

Hello everyone, I’m Khalil Adel, an engineer from Gaza Strip. I am from family consist of 12 members. I’m still alive after 3 wars and 3 escalations of Palestinian-Israeli conflict.

Now, we don’t have a home or a shelter to live in; therefore after we have changed our place more than 5 times since the beginning of this war.

In this war, after 130 days of horror, stress, terror, poor, displacement and starvation. my family and I have lost everything (home, clothes, money and work) We are suffering from lack of food, water, medicine, electricity. As a result, we become homeless emigrants because of the tower we lived in was bombed and by miraculously we ran down in time, barely escaping death. My aunts were killed and 15 of my relatives and neighbors. Now we are living in a tent where the situation is disastrous. Biting cold stealing away our head and relentless rain seeps into the tent and we had sunk (flooded) many times. Also the drain had been filling the street so it caused pollution(sewage) and digestive problems and many diseases and epidemics. We can’t sleep due to voice of continued bombing. Each night becomes a battle.

Our dream is for reconstructing lives, creating opportunities for work and study and establishing a foundation for a bright future.

Rebuild broken souls and dreams. Reaffirming our belief in ability The only solution is to remove my family for a quiet, safe place.

It’s worth mentioning that my parents suffer from chronic diseases. My mom’s health has deteriorated and she is hardly walking now. My father also needs to treated abroad but the hospital now is full by wounded people and martyrs so medical care is non-existent. We difficultly obtain medication for the most simple illness case we face.

In addition, I have a six- month baby who had no sin to live in a terror zone and be a victim. Not enough food, no diapers. He is crying all time fearing from the continued sounds of bombs without stopping any moment .

I am afraid to lose him and my family every moment here. Every second feels me in inability, weakness and horror and so I can’t endure this harsh reality. Moreover, my brother and sisters have lost their studies and jobs; their dreams and ambitions were destroyed.

We have become hopeless people. Our presence in Gaza puts our lives in danger. There is no words to describe the extent of suffering my family. Future in Gaza is unknown due to the destruction of schools and universities.

Here is where your contribution will go:

-Processing fee of $10,000 per person,for transportation, for evacuation fee at the Egyptian border. (120,000$ USD for 12 members)

-rent homes for 4 months(350 USD * 4= 1400 USD ),

• Health care and medical expense for elderly parents , and adults till they are able to find jobs : 50 USD per month * 12 family members , 2400$ for 4 months.

• Living essentials like food , clothes vouchers : 10000 USD for the next 4 months

Every small support and contribution from you, could save a part of a human soul. So stand with me to save my family and evacuate them to a safe area. Please share my story to anyone may help and make it possible to help my family. We are in deep new to feel the life again without circumstances filled with fear, despair and death.

How You Can Help:

Donate to support our urgent evacuation and relocation.

Share our story, spreading awareness like wildfire.

Keep us in your thoughts

Your kindness holds the power to reshape our destiny. Let's unite to offer my boys the chance to dream of a tomorrow filled with promise.

Thank you for being the beacon of hope we so desperately need in our darkest days.

With heartfelt gratitude,

Khalil Adel and his family"

His gofundme goal is to reach 150, 000 USD. With Shaye's generous help, they've managed to reach $14,734 USD.

To anyone who can help, I encourage them to do so! If you can donate, donate how much you can. If you cannot, at least share and spread awareness of Khalil and his family's story.

If you can, make sure to tag anyone of your friends that you can think of, so that we can share their story further!

@benevolentcalamity

[matenrou-fan]

Would it be okay to ask for Hitoya with a dom S/O? Feel like the lawyer could use some stress relief

Hitoya with a dom! GN! s/o

Of course it's okay, I love to make guys bottoms..!!!

GNreader, teasing, praising, begging, swearing;;

NSFW UNDER THE CUT

;MINORS DNI;

-Despite Hitoya always acting so cool and kinda dominating, of course even he just wants to relax sometimes, not thinking about any problems.

-Not being in charge, passing the control to you and just receiving some care and love? Yes, he would like that.

-Especially after some long, rough day. Managing a whole law firm all by yourself can be hard, but when he sees you in the evening, with this small smirk and bedroom eyes, he absolutely forgets about it.

"You look quite grumpy today…" - you whisper, sitting on top of him and slowly kissing his neck. Then a light chuckle escaped your lips. - "Well, I meant even more grumpy than usual.. Has something happened?"

"Mn.. Just have a really freakish client today.. They can be so picky sometimes.." - your boyfriend mumbled with a tired sigh, arms lazily caressing your waist and back. - "Don't even want to think about it again.."

"Of course, dear.. I will take care of you and make sure to make your whole body relax..♡"

"Huh? Relax..?" - A low chuckle escaped his lips, but quickly turned into a small groan when you pressed your hips closer to his one. - "Fuck.. by the way you acting it more look like you want me tensed up even more.."

-What kind of person did Hitoya want to see himself under? Everything depends on what mood he is in today..

-As I said, he is more likely to be quiet and obedient when he's too drained after work. And you, being a soft, caring dom, help your boyfriend to relieve all his stress through some passionate yet gentle sex, peppering his whole face and neck in kisses.

-Many, many strokes and caresses as you praise him.. It just makes Hitoya lose his mind, as you have no idea how much he actually likes it.

"You're such a hard worker, my darling.. Always think about everyone around you and never about yourself.." - your smooth whisper makes him bite his lower lip. The way you play with his dick, massaging his glans and then tickling the whole length, combined with such praise right in his ear.. Poor lawyer melting under you.

"Ooh? You're so sensitive today. Don't worry, you deserve to have a good, pleasant reward today.. But only if you will be obedient.."

-And of course he would be obedient. Your soft touches resonate to Hitoya's heart and he's willing to do anything to feel more of these soothing hands.

-Well, but if he's not only tired, but more frustrated after his work, something harsh would also be okay, as it's a great way to release this burning energy in him. His skin pulsing on places where you leave hickeys, and you pulling his hair, grasping ash brown locks, so tight...

"F.. fuck.. S/o.." - such a husky, low rattle, as Hitoya's breath becomes more rapid. - "More.. Be harsher.."

"Ooh? My darling, are you sure you can handle something like that?" - you cooed, enjoying how much he unravel beneath your arms.

"Don't play with me right now.. Please.." - he didn't expect his voice to be so weak, as he planned to order it for you, not begging. All Hitoya wants is you to fuck the life out of him, to spoil his mind with pleasure to we point where he can't think straight..

"Well, when you ask with such a face, I can't resist.." - you can't help but tease him a little bit more, as you clearly can feel his dick twitching more by all this mocking.

-He will never admit that he loves such teases, when he's too helpless underneath you.. Yet when he's more in playful mode, not tired or frustrated but more romantic, there's another story.

-As in these situations he would be more bratty, teasing you back, biting your lips during kisses and just being more active. Hitoya always gets so sensitive during gentle passionate sex, yet now he will be more calm and controlling over his own body, he even lasts longer, wanting to prolong this pleasuring naughty game.

-Cause now it's actually more like a game, as he tries to annoy or even piss you off with his disobedience. Come on, what will you do about this amusing rebellion?

-But.. Oh, did he really try to fight for dominance now, pinning you to bed, right after beginning to cumming two days ago, laying like a trembling whining mess in the same place here?

"What do you think you do?" - you raise a brow, looking at his smirking face. Even when he's on top of you, your dominant strong gaze didn't fade away, bumping to his no less confident bold eyes.

"Mm? You know.. Just wanted to show you how it feels. Give you a little taste of your own medicine.." - this brash allegation makes you chuckle, as you grab his tie, pushing your boyfriend closer, so your noses touch each other:

"Oh, how bold we are today.. Really think you can make me beg..?"

"Oh, and how scary you want to be.. Afraid you will lose this game?" - his deep prolonged eye contact really makes you feel something between your thighs, yet of course you will not give him such an opportunity, how can you? It would be even more amusing to make him sobbing and whimpering under you now.

"Game? I just see it's like a lesson. A lesson to show one brat what he would receive from such mischief.."

[straightupsickfics]

Teacher Anon💛💛💛💛💛💛💛 ok so this my friend: "Completely unoriginal, but someone who knows their partner has had a horribly busy, stressful day at work, so they’re sorta prepared for them to be worn out and irritable…but when their partner gets home/emerges from their office, it’s even worse than they imagined; their partner’s nose is red and irritated, they’re shamelessly breathing through their mouth, their eyelids droop low over watery eyes, and there’s a very crumpled tissue clutched in a weak fist."

“I had the longest day,” they mumble as they’re pulled into a hug.

IS BOTH STEDE AND ED.

Like i feel like depending on the au...like if its the Tattoo AU then Ed for sure! And if its where Stede is a teacher or just any occupation where he is the head boss...then it's him.

💡💡💡💡

I HAVE HEADCANONS IF ITS TATTOO AU AND ED IS THE SICK BABY:

So Stede being an interior designer has the luxury of working both in person and remotely with his clients. Since he choose to work at home for the week...this is perfect for later.

Ed doesn't have that luxury and on top of being a very popular tattoo artist is very much sought after...so he deals with a bunch of clients at once.

Ed is very well liked and much to the annoyance and worry of Izzy, Ed also takes walk ins which can be problematic when they want Ed to do their tattoos.

Ed is very very sympathetic to the first timers and accepts if he can every client. My tattoo artist is very similar but is a little more stricter on how many a day he will do.

Stede told his husband to slow down. That he has nothing to prove and he is working to hard. (Said this the night before in bed as he is holding Ed who has a headache and just nuzzles his face into Stede's tummy in response.

Ed is taking a small break as he has a lot of clients but notices he feels "Off" plus his knee is killing him.

Izzy, Fang, and Ivan, and other co workers notice too but dont want to call Ed out. Well... He about to be called out. 📞🗣

Stede knows his husband is sick but Ed stubbornly went to work and now while he is consulting with a client about Japandi style vs boho chic...

He hears the door lock jingle and when he turns around...he sees poor Ed looking super sick...so much in pain and it breaks Stede's heart.

He tells the client that a family emergency came up and that he will schedule another consultation. The client understands and Stede logs off and practically runs to his ailing husband.

Ed just starts tearing up because not only does he not feel good but he feels he let his clients down...his co workers...and Stede.

Stede just hugs Ed up to their bedroom and tells him he needs to take it easy and that he got him...loving kissing Ed's too warm cheek.

Once in the bedroom, Stede pulls out Ed's sick hubby clothes which are comfortable sweatpants and a t shirt

Ed cried again but in sheer gratitude for his husband just knows..

Once Ed has that on...Stede gently lets Ed's hair out of its bun and puts him to bed under the comfortable covers.

But not before he puts lavender vicks on Ed chest, back and feet...then put on socks. To say that Ed was Emotional is an understatement.

Ed drifts to sleep but not before having both a coughing and sneeze attack which Stede holds gently with one hand and holds those puffs indeed tissues to Ed's Streaming..redden nose.

Ed puts his head in Stede's lap while whimpering.

Stede also put tiger balm on Ed's knee and a cool compress on his head. (Stede was ready) Stede is very worried too because he notices Ed is shivering...'Chills' Stede sadly thinks.

Stede for the next week and half(told Izzy aka IGGY that Ed was too sick to leave his bed..so no working for a while.

Also Stede was so worried about Ed that he called Roach to come look at his ailing deerheart. Another Headcanon i have is that Roach is an amazing doctor who makes house calls. He has his own clinic that he and his partner run together. Plus he loves both Stede and Ed so its no problem.

Roach comes over and checks Ed and basically Ed needs lots of rest because he is over doing it...which he pointedly looks at Stede cuz he knows Stede is similar. He leaves Stede with some medicine for both his bad cold and knee.

Stede changes to his pjs and climbs into bed with Ed.

Even when Asleep...Ed scoots to Stede wrapping his arms around him.

Stede smiles fondly at his husband and starts rubbing his scalp gently.

Ed smiles and snores indicating....baby boy is knocked out.

Stede chuckles as he reaches for the remote and turns on his and Ed's favorite Disney movie and begins humming the opening.

Now as for when its Stede's turn...

To be continued...

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omg what if i CRY??? this is like a whole fic you have written for us here 💜💜💜💜💜💜💜 And they are IN LOVE it's true!!! omg stede would take exactly such care of ed when he is feeling so bad and cannot give himself a break, stede will take it for him 💜 scooping him up....rubbing vick's on him... knowing exactly what his sick person clothes and movies are omg just 🥺🥺🥺🥺

also this is so long and so cute you should (if you don't already!) make a blog and post your ideas!!! you know at the very least @softersteve and i will share and interact 💜 (just because your ideas are so cute, obviously no pressure and you are more than welcome to do exactly this!)

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May I interest you in my fruit bar mammon au?

Mammon runs away from home and tries to be a fruit bat in the human wod but gets knocked by a storm and is laying injured on the ground, unable to change back with the horrid weather draining his energy as he made sure his wings didn't get damaged

MC finds a fruit bat with white fur transitioning to black wings in their back yard. They tries to call animal control to rescue it but the agency is busy with other animals affected by the storm and can't take any more injured in now, so they have to help for the poor thing themselves. It was all trial and error till MC was able to find what was alright with the bat and what could help reduce its stress while in their care

They learn the little bat loves mango, which is coincidentally the colour of its nose. Although it was to weak to fly it liked to flap its wings whenever MC carried it out of the blanket meant to keep it warm. The little bat loved shiny things it seems, trying to steal MC's coins when it entered their peripheral and hide it in its makeshift nest of blanets and small propped up pillows. Whe.MC would saddle the little bat during its bed time, it always rubbed its head against them, purring loudly till it went to sleep

Soon animal Control gets back to MC and they schedule to take the fruit bat in for a check up. The day comes, little bat gets put to sleep for the exam and MC goes home with no weight nor blanket swaddling it. The house is suddenly so quiet and feels a tad too big with no little guy squeaking around and trying to nab their coins. Did it ever feel this lonely? Maybe this was why people adopted cats...

MC does indeed get a cat (or dog or any other animal to your liking) to try and cover the hole left in their heart by the absence of their little friend. The new pet is fine and picks up on their sadness when they reminisce too much on the silence

It not the same, but it's comforting either way

I've sent this to someone else Imma find and send

I also have a Luci version of this if you'd like :>

That's so sad ahhhhhh cmon please tell me Mammon comes back to Mc somehow because being cared for like that, by Mc who was probably completely letting their guard down (or as much as possible for them) because he's just a tiny fruit bat, right? So he sees all these endearing sides of them and even those that aren't "pretty" make him so stupidly fond of them and as soon as he's able, Mammon gets back to them, maybe in his humanoid form so he can actually talk to them, surely his brothers wouldn't find him if he just takes a moment to do that, right? 😭