#not tightly controlling yourself to the point you make yourself miserable

[wheelercore]

Understanding the scene of Ted putting the tie on Mike (Mike commenting on how it's too tight and it's choking him and Ted saying that's how it's supposed to be) in a very Mike-Ted parallels way. AND IT WAS ON FRONT OF A MIRROR TOO. Shrimp colors everywhere.

[marleysfinest]

"you can take it."

nsfw. geto x fem reader. cw rough sex, pet names. characters aged up as usual

word count 1.1k

suguru groans into your ear as he pushes himself into you agonizingly slowly, ignoring the way your thighs twitch and your back arches beneath him, your knees pinned haphazardly against your shoulders. your breath catches as he pauses for a moment once he's completely inside, part of you squirming from discomfort, the other awash with pleasure. this has been something you've thought about for a long time, and it appears as if he has, too.

he has you totally at his mercy; legs folded with your feet lolling over his shoulders, arms pinned high above your head, his fingers entwined in yours. he smirks as he takes in the sight of you, writhing and panting against the mattress already, despite having barely started. there had been an unspoken attraction between you for a long time; indeed, suguru was often on the receiving end of several playful jibes from satoru and shoko at the way you were around each other. both of you intending to remain stoic and uninterested, but failing miserably when you were betrayed by your techniques wavering so slightly, indicating your distractions. it only ever happened when you were around each other, and it didn't take the others long to put the pieces together. after a particularly embarrassing show of your technique falling by the wayside after hearing suguru cough, you'd cornered him on the way back to his room, demanding to know whether what he was doing was on purpose. he was defensive, initially, but eventually succumbed to his attraction for you that he'd been denying for so long. you hadn't resisted in the slightest when he'd pulled you into his room by your wrist and flung you onto the bed.

he leans down and grazes his lips against yours, teasing you into wanting more, and smirks as he lingers inches away from your face.

"this is what you wanted, right?" he whispers, not allowing you the chance to answer before leaning back in, tracing your lips with his tongue. the way his touch is so gentle is electrifying, and you can't help it when your thighs begin to tremble.

"you're the one that pulled me in here," you retort, smirking right back but silently cursing the way your voice tremors. you'd been rendered entirely immobile by him, and yet you still find yourself wanting to be the strong one in front of him. suguru shakes his head slightly, his signature bangs brushing your forehead gently.

"fine," he mutters, "you got me. gonna let me do this my way, or are you gonna keep distracting me as you're so fond of doing?"

you raise an eyebrow, wondering whether it's a genuine question, or a challenge. with a wry smile, you relax the tension in your back and legs, signalling that you're more than happy to succumb to him, for now.

"when do you ever not get what you want?" you ask. a look crosses his face then, and he wraps his fingers tightly around your palms, locking you firmly in place, and you feel pleased that your words had had the desired effect. his lips collide with yours, and soon your tongues dance together feverishly, each of you basking in the taste of one another as if your lives depended on it. suguru began to thrust slowly in and out, almost tentatively, as if he was getting used to you, too. your foreheads rest together as he establishes his pace, and with each thrust you grow more used to his size, falling into a state you hadn't found yourself in in a long time. suddenly, he thrusts harder, making you almost cry out a whine in surprise.

"c'mon," he chuckles, "that's not too much, is it?"

you bite your lip and your eyelashes flutter, realising that, despite pushing him as you'd intended, he is the one firmly in control. there's no point in fighting it; he'd won this battle. your lips part slightly to let out another moan, but suddenly you feel one of your hands freed, and suguru has gripped you by your jaw as his thrusts continue.

"I asked you a question," he growls gazing deeply into your eyes as he fixes your head in place so that you can't look away from him.

"is it too much?"

you can only whimper a "no" before his grip is removed, and he pulls himself out.

"good," he pants, grabbing you by the hips, "turn over."

you oblige and lay prone on the bed, the hairs on your body standing on end from head to toe, and you shiver as you feel him pepper soft, saccharine kisses from the base of your spine to the nape of your neck. his hand brushes away the hair from your shoulders, but he doesn't let it fall loosely against the pillow. instead, he winds the strands around his fingers gripping them firmly.

"be a good girl and arch your back again," he whispers, giving your hair a gentle tug. you do as your told, sighing at the silky tone his voice has taken on, the way he's ordering you around so bossy and yet so deep and rich and... calming? it didn't sting to follow his orders; a welcome change of pace. he uses his free hand to ease himself back inside you before resting it at the base of your spine to hold you in place, beginning to fuck you again.

"that's it, kitten," he praises, building up his speed, "stay just like that. take it for me."

suguru fucks you hard and well, and despite approaching your climax and feeling your thoughts cloud over, you can tell that he has wanted this every bit as much as you. there's a hint of relief, almost desperation, as he eventually lets go of your hair and digs his nails into the flesh of your hips, leaving puncture marks on the surface of your skin, little crescent moons of ownership. as you come, you push back against him, forcing him to buck into you and fill you up with his release, the sight of you making a mess over him coupled with the way you pushed him deeper sending him over the edge.

you both pant and float back to earth, and suguru rests atop you as you relax the arch of your back. you can feel the thump of his heartbeat against your shoulder blades, and take a moment to bask in the heat of his breath against your neck. once again, he brushes the hair away from your neck and plants a soft kiss, sending goose bumps rippling across your skin.

"so," you sigh, "you gonna stop distracting me now?"

[ioveaether]

cw: gn!reader; reader has anger issues; char and reader are best friends, but is implied that they're crushing on each other

It wasn't the first time of you ending up in cries and hiccups, just because you got angry at someone. And definitely it won't be the last as well.

This time it was with your parents. You just wanted to have a normal conversation with them, but ended up getting way too emotional and walking away angry, with tears running down your cheeks.

"Why are you crying now? We didn't even say anything mean."

"We didn't mean to make you cry..."

It wasn't people's fault that you get angry so easily. You always try to control yourself, to explain to people what you mean, but always end up yelling in frustration and then regret it at the end. Sometimes this anger even comes out in tears, making people think that they made you cry...

You hated it. You hated yourself for that. You hated how you lose your temper so easily. You hated how some people even think that you're not trying to control yourself. You just hated it.

"Hey, is everything okay?" A familiar voice said from behind.

You froze in place, before you sniffed slightly and wiped away your tears. "I'm fine." You answered, still not turning to face your best friend.

"It doesn't sound like that." He said back, concern obvious in his voice. "What happened?"

You stood quiet, not even daring to utter a word out, thinking that it'll come out in a shaky voice. You were even trying to hold back your hiccups, but failing miserably.

"C'mon, at least let me see your face." He said in a calm tone, now slowly approaching your form, before he sat down next to you.

"Did you get into another fight with someone?" He asked softly, his eyes finally seeing how red your face was from all the crying. His heart basically shattered at the view in front of him.

"I didn't fight anyone." You answered back, sniffing slightly. "I just..." Tears threatened to come out again, but you quickly wiped them away. You took a deep breath, trying to calm down your nerves, before you spoke. "I just got angry at my parents again.... For nothing."

"I-i didn't want to get angry at them. I just... wanted to have a normal chat with them about something, a-and i don't know what happened-" And the hiccups came back, the tears already falling down your cheeks. "I-i got super emotional at some point. I got angry, i started crying from anger and just walked away, so i can calm my nerves down."

He listened to your shaky voice, his hand slowly reaching to hold yours, to comfort you in some way.

He knew how easily you lose your temper. And he knew how you always try to control yourself, even if sometimes it was just too much. He was proud of you for at least trying, and he always told you that he'll be there to help with whatever he can.

"I hate myself. I hate how easily i get angry at people. I want that anger to be gone in some way." You confessed, squeezing his hand tightly. "I don't want to make people think they're at fault for me losing my temper. Especially people i care about."

"I even think that some people hate me, because of-"

"Okay, i'll stop you right here." He said suddenly, cutting you off. You looked up at him with a confused look, waiting for him to continue.

"No one hates you, because of your short temper, that's just your negative thoughts getting to you. And if there are people who actually hate you because of that, well fuck them! They don't know what you're going though, just to throw disrespectful comments towards you." He said in a serious tone. His hand squeezed yours, as he continued. "And i'm sure you're trying your hardest to control yourself. I've seen you. How you always clench your fists, bite your lips, pick on your nails and so many other things, holding yourself back to not explode in frustration... And i'm proud of you."

He gave you a soft smile, his free hand coming and ruffling your hair.

"Hey!" You let out a small whine, and soon giggles came out of your mouth. "Thank you..." You smiled up at him, before you plopped your head against his shoulder. "It means a lot coming from you."

"Of course. And like i said before, i'm always here to help however i can." He answered, his arms wrapping around you in a soft embrace.

You wrapped your arms around his form, burying yourself closer in the warm hug. He always had such an effect on you. Making you smile and laugh in just mere seconds. You didn't know why he was the one to make you feel like that, but you hoped it'll stay like that forever. Him being your comfort person till the end.

© ioveaether

[btsbabe7]

A/N: a spontaneous semi-spicy drop of a draft that’s been sitting since April 1st, and now that I just watched Challengers and it’s pretty much on brand with this, that’s the mood I’m in. I also didn’t edit this, but I will post it anyways. 🙃

Words: ~2k, (Mature, 18+)

Pairing: Sebastian x Ominis x reader

Natty and Poppy teamed up to put together a small get-together with certain members of your class; however, words and owls got around, and a party of ten had turned into fifty. Overwhelmed, but determined to make the best of the situation, Natty and Poppy were able to get things under control, from snacks to Butterbeer and entertainment, it turned into a literal house party.

You find yourself sandwiched between the two boys you’d managed to get close to over the past few years, Sebastian and Ominis, both surprisingly enjoying themselves, thanks to your presence.

“Wanna try this jelly bean I made?” Garreth exclaims, scaring you from behind while nudging your arm. He stretches his arm between you and Ominis, out towards the light, where a single jelly bean is hoisted between his fingertips.

“Not tonight, Weasley,” you giggle and shrug his arm away. “I’m not in the mood to have smoke coming from my nostrils or other extremities again.”

“Suite yourself,” he replies with a shrug before trailing off to find another potential victim.

You watch Garreth walk over to another girl, one you know to be from Gryffindor, whose name is completely unknown to you. You watch her giggle as he holds his hand out and offers her a tiny red bean. The one he’d offered you had been yellow, for Hufflepuff. Her polish red nails pinch into his palm as she grabs the bean and pulls it between her lips with a teasing smile.

You see Garreth grin softly, but he turns his attention away quickly, right back to you in fact.

“He fancies you,” Sebastian states as if he’s already right and knows it all. “You have him wrapped around your finger.”

“As if you’d know, Seb. It’s not like you’re consulting with a Gryffindor.”

You hear Ominis’ snort, clearing getting a kick out of it too. You watch Sebastian’s cheeks grow ruby red in annoyance.

“I’m just saying, it’s pretty obvious. Offering you yellow jellybeans as if the rest of us don’t realize what he’s doing. As if we don’t see how he acts around you in The Great Hall, in class... Always showering you with gifts…”

“Well… I do love Garreth’s gifts,” you hum in amusement now that you’re on the subject. “Jellybeans aside, he did have his owl deliver a beautiful bouquet of daises and roses about a week ago.”

“H-he sent you flowers?”

You can hear the disappointment in Seb’s voice. Because why hadn’t he thought to send you flowers? Is the tone that laces his voice and gains a pat on the shoulder from Ominis.

“Even as a Slytherin, this conversation is becoming awfully dreadful. Care for a dance, Y/n?”

“Yeah, let’s dance!”

Ominis smiles deeply and stands to his feet to reach out for your hand. Sebastian tries to slap it away, but you take it before he can.

“Sorry, Seb,” you whisper mockingly.

You and Ominis find a spot in the corner of the room, away from the prying eyes of Sebastian or Garreth, a spot where they’d have to look if they wanted to find you.

“Sebastian‘s right, you know?”

“Oh, not you too, Omi… Garreth and I, were friends.”

“Friends fall in love. We all know that’s not quite uncommon here,” Ominis states, knowing he’s right and that any protest is just an excuse from you at this point. He wraps his arms around your waist tightly, which makes you smile into his shoulder.

“Friends can fall in love, but that doesn’t mean I’ll fall for Garreth. No matter how cute and sweet he is.”

“You find him ‘cute?’”

“Omi!” You giggle loudly and smack his shoulder playfully before falling silent and twirling around with him. It had to be Poppy’s idea to throw a slow song into the mix. “I think Garreth is adorable, admirable even, but he’s not Seb… He’s not you. And I see how miserable Seb is when Garreth is around.��

Ominis smiles, a very telling smile, and you nuzzle against the crook of his neck.

“We can’t invite him. He wouldn’t understand.”

“He may be a Gryffindor; however, that doesn’t make him stupid… or less understanding. The point is freedom from understanding. It’s for fun.”

You know this, but you don’t press further. Omi always wins in the end anyways and if you press it, you’ll find yourself more than sandwiched between your three favorite boys.

He sways you around the livingroom, one hand at the small of your back and the other placed firmly against your mid-back, and your fingers find comfort in the thickness of the sandy blonde hair that sits at the nape of his neck.

“Do you still think about it?”

Your whisper is so low, you almost hoped he hadn’t heard it. You wish you didn’t still feel the electricity coursing through your chest when he touches you, when he’s near. You try to cool it when Sebastian is around, but most of the time it feels as if you’re fighting your own being to keep the peace between friends.

“Well, you certainly made it memorable,” he replies softly and leans his head on your hair like he had the very first time the two of you danced together.

You find yourself pulling back ever so slightly until his gaze meets yours. You find yourself fluttering again, lost in the beauty of his pearlescent eyes, his tiny sprinkled moles, and the soft look of his pink lips.

“Omi…”

His hand pulls your chin upward and he stops mid-turn, your back against the wall and his to the party, concealing you as his your lips find each other’s. You can’t remember the last time you had Ominis’ lips, and his alone, without Sebastian needing you at the same time. It takes your breath away just as it did years ago.

A soft cough breaks your kiss and you and Ominis pull away with reddened cheeks.

“Am I interrupting something?” Poppy laughs sarcastically. “I mean of course I’m not, my best friend would’ve told me if she were dating a Slytherin, or you know, dating in general?”

“Poppy, it’s…”

“Exactly what it looks like,” Ominis breathes. “I asked Y/n to keep it between us. After all, Sebastian has feelings for her too.”

“Ominis…”

“Sebastian has feelings for you? And you’re okay with kissing his best friend in the same room?”

You sigh, rubbing your temples as if everything will soon come apart at the seams. You’d expect this reaction, this level of immaturity from Sebastian, not Ominis. Why would he admit that after you’ve all been hiding it so well?

“He may have feelings, but I’m… I’m in love.”

You choke, dropping your arms from Ominis’ neck in disbelief. If he were in love with you, there would be signs. There were signs, but why would he admit it here?

Poppy notices your distress and pulls you by the hand.

“Gonna borrow her for a moment,” she calls, pulling you further away from the sad looking boy. She pulls you into a room, banishing everyone out before slamming the door behind you both. “Y/n, are you… insane? I mean of course you aren’t, you’re the smartest person I’ve ever known, yet you deliberately got involved with not one, but two Slytherin boys. Nat and I told you to be careful since day one!”

“I know,” you breathe and kick your shoes off before bringing your knees up to your chest on the bottom of her bed. “But it’s Seb and Omi, they’re harmless.”

“Harmless?” She scoffs. “That man just said he betrayed his friend, who has a crush on you. I mean you two were snogging! As if it’s completely normal. The way he said he loved you as if he meant it, as if he’s been completely enraptured by you. How did this even happen?”

“We… spent time together. We’ve been friends for years now.”

Poppy places a hand on her hips, believing only a small portion of what you’re admitting. She takes a deep breath and settles on the bed next to you.

“What’s really going on between you and Ominis, Y/n?”

You deflect from her prying eyes, all your steady thoughts and chaotic ones overlapping and tangling with each other in your mind as you do. You can’t tell a lie without part of the truth. And if you tell the truth, you can’t lie. Not to her.

“Poppy… Ominis and I have been seeing each other.”

“Seeing each other?”

“S-sleeping together,” you mutter softly. Your hands go cold and the coldness travels up your shoulders and washes down your body, all the way to your toes under your striped lime and cherry blossom knitted socks Ominis gifted you with last Christmas.

“Sleeping together? Like in his dorm?”

“No,” you sigh. “Like sleeping together… sex.”

All color in her cheeks flush and she shoots off the bed like a rocket.

“You’re sleeping with Ominis!?”

You can’t bring yourself to repeat it. It’s not like you’re embarrassed, you just knew your girl best friends would react this way. Garreth would react this way or say he somehow already knew. But Sebastian’s always the one you’ve been scared of hurting.

You nod.

“And Sebastian?” She dares to ask with widened eyes.

“I… we... I don’t know Poppy. He and I, we’ve done it once. Two Christmas’ ago when he took me to meet his family in Feldcroft. I told Ominis about Sebastian, but I can’t tell Sebastian about Ominis. It’s happened too many times with him, Sebastian would never forgive us,” you cry.

“Y/n… I, for once don’t know what to say.”

“There’s not much you can say,” Sebastian groans, coming from the connected bathroom with a scowl.

“Why’re you in here!?” Poppy yelps.

“Other restrooms were taken. But that’s beside the point, Y/n, you betrayed me? You and Ominis went behind my back? Didn’t think to tell me, to just let me know? I had my suspicions, but I… I didn’t want to believe that my two best friends would go behind my back.”

“Seb, it’s not like that. It’s—“

“It’s what? You’re in love with him, aren’t you? That’s the only reason you wouldn’t tell me? You couldn’t bear hurting my feelings, so you just hid your own?”

You climb off the bed and walk over to him, tears still in your eyes as Poppy steps out the room to give you two privacy.

“Sebastian, I love you both, truly. But what I feel with Ominis…”

“You don’t feel with me?”

“Seb, what I feel for Ominis, I can’t keep hiding. But I love you too. Since our first night together, I’ve always felt something.”

Sebastian’s features fall as if everything in his life has come to a halt and has never been in his favor. You know this was never fair to him since the beginning, since his interest had been you, but yours had been in his best friend.

“I should’ve known, I tried to ignore the signs,” he sighs and falters a bit.

You reach out for him, wrapping your arms around him as he sobs into the crook of your neck. You want to say words, but they would change nothing. If anything, it’d probably make matters worse for the three of you. You don’t know what admitting your feelings will do to your friendship, but you can’t afford to lose either of them, not after having them this long.

Sebastian trembles softly in your arms as you rub his back.

“I don’t want things to end this way,” he mutters against your wet skin.

“Nothing has to end,” you reply and pull back to look at him through tear blurred eyes. “We don’t have to end anything.”

“But if you’re in love with him, it won’t ever be the same.”

“Sebastian… please.”

He shakes his head as it begins to settle in. As it does, Ominis steps into the room. You hear the lock snap shut and a soft sigh from Sebastian’s lips.

When you glance down at Sebastian, the smirk of his lips is what makes you uneasy. You’ve seen this smirk before, back in the living room of his uncle’s house in Feldcroft.

“Seb—“

You’re cut off by his lips pressing hungrily into yours. His palm massages into your curls and the other into the flesh of your ass under your short dress.

You moan softly, almost forgetting about Ominis who stands sheepishly near the door.

“Care to join?” Sebastian mutters into your neck before licking a stripe up the length.

“Perhaps somewhere more private.”

Sebastian chuckles, ready to take you anywhere as long as he can have you right now in this moment. He kisses you deeply, his own moaning sending vibrations throughout your lips and straight to your core. He’s inching closer to Ominis with each twist of his tongue, and once you’re close enough, you grip his shirt at the shoulder and apparate to the one place where you know you’ll have all the privacy in the world.

Your Room of Requirement.

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[spiteless-xo]

╰┈➤ the point (e) - tbaw. ⋙ an alternate version of chapter 29 where jean and reader's conversation takes place in eren's special spot and things get a little spicy.

why was it deleted. it didn't make sense. there was no reason why reader/jean would hook up at the point aside from making eren miserable lol smut at this point in the story also didn't totally make sense to me and i didn't like how reader initiated it and i didn't like some of the things that happened (from a plot-perspective), so if i wanted to keep it, it would've needed major re-writes anyway. also i think i wrote this with one hand because it is so FILTHY ahhhhhhhhh writing up the content warnings made me blush. this is completely self-indulgent, i'm sorry, i can't be normal about this man. what changed. instead of inviting jean over to reiner's, reader tells jean to pick her up. ft. fem!reader, jean. cw. unedited, fem!reader, explicit language, explicit sexual content (mutual masturbation, fingering, handjob, "just the tip", creampie, cum-eating, oral, face-sitting, ass-eating, vaginal sex, dirty talk, rough sex, light choking, dacryphillia, degradation/name-calling: fuck toy, a bit of ass-play but not anal, multiple orgasms, potential dub-con in the beginning, almost fisting?? 4 fingers, mini-facial, overstimulation, jean kirstein has a big dick). 6,388 words.

Please remember that this scene was deleted for a reason and that nothing that happens here occurs in the actual story posted on AO3. This is just fun bonus content for people who are interested in reading more.

context. After work, Jean picks up Reader and she gives him directions to The Point, Eren's special spot.

He squeezes your hand tightly, shifting his gaze away from your face and out the front windshield of his car. “I don’t want to lose you as a friend.”

“You won’t,” you insist, leaning forward in your seat. “No matter what, I promise, we will always be friends.”

Jean turns back to face you, leaning forward until his forearm is resting on the centre console. His eyes waver from your eyes to your lips and back again, and you watch his throat bobbing as he swallows. “I miss you,” he says quietly. “I miss you so fucking much.”

“I haven’t gone anywhere, dummy,” you whisper as your eyes flutter shut, both of you leaning forward until your lips meet and -- fuck -- you missed this.

You missed the way his lips move against yours and the way his stubble scratches your face. You missed the way his tongue swipes across your lip before diving into your mouth and the way his hand cups your face to pull you tighter into him.

You find yourself moaning into the kiss as he presses forward, body leaning awkwardly across the console. He tugs you closer to him with his firm hand on the back of your head, deepening the kiss as you clutch at his shirt. 

Jean pulls away suddenly, sitting back against his seat and running both hands through his hair. “Shit, I’m sorry.”

“Why are you apologizing?” you ask, annoyed. 

“I didn’t bring you here to hook up -- I wanted to sort things out. I just wanted to talk to you and apologize but now…” he gestures vaguely to his lap and you laugh. 

You’re not sure what’s come over you all of a sudden, it’s like you’re in a daze. You want Jean, desperately. After getting a taste of what it’s like to be intimate with him, you feel like you can’t get enough. Even though you know this is a bad idea, it’s like you can’t control yourself.

You reach across the centre console to press your hand on his thigh and he sits up quickly in his seat as you palm at him through his dress pants. He groans, covering his eyes with his palm, “I don’t think we should do this if we’re both all fucked up,” he says as his hips buck against your touch. “I feel like we haven’t resolved anything.”

Jean’s breath hitches in his throat as you undo his belt, biting his lip as you drag his zipper down across his crotch. “Come on,” he says, although it sounds like more of a whimper. “We should talk.”

You slide your hand under the waist and of his underwear, gripping around his semi-hard cock as he squirms in his seat. You give him a few firm strokes before his other hand comes down around your wrist, stilling you. 

He hisses your name as his hand squeezes hard around your wrist and he lowers his other hand from his face to look over at you. “Are we good?”

“We’ve already talked to death,” you hum, brushing Jean’s hand away from you so you can continue your long, slow, strokes. “Everything’s out in the open now, right? We both know what’s going on in eachothers’ heads.”

“I guess,” he groans, head falling back against the headrest as he clenches his hands into fists at his sides. “I feel like we still have a lot to talk about.”

You start to jerk him a little faster as you feel him growing and hardening against your palm. “I think it will take more than just talking to figure this out.”

“Ok,” he says, voice strained. “What do I have to do?”

You can feel him throbbing in your hand as you stroke along his length, precum leaking from his tip. “I don’t know, Jean, but I think it’s going to be a long and hard road.”

He laughs, rolling his head to the side to look over at you and his eyes are dark and heavy. “Fuck, eh? What about fast and rough, too?”

Jean hisses when you run your thumb across his slit, smearing the precum across his head before continuing your strokes. You can feel your panties growing damp between your thighs as you watch Jean’s face flush in arousal.

“We shouldn’t do this,” he groans, biting his lip hard as you squeeze your hand around his cock.

“It’s ok,” you say, horny and desperate. “We can just touch each other. We don’t have to have sex. It’s just relief.”

Jean is already weak from the way your hand has been pumping around his dick, so it only takes the flimsiest of excuses to get him to cave in.

“Yeah -- shit -- ok. Sit on my lap, let me touch you.”

You don’t waste any time, scrambling over the centre console of his car as he slides his chair back to give you room to sit on his lap. You’re thankful you decided to wear a dress today when he pushes the fabric up around your waist with one hand as the other reaches down to rub you through your underwear.

“Shit, you’re already so wet,” he groans, breathing hard as he looks at you.

You laugh airly as you continue to jerk your hand along his cock. “Feeling you get hard in my hand -- feeling you grow, like that, was so fucking hot.”

He laughs too, tonguing his cheek as he looks at you, smug. “Yeah? You like feeling how hard I get for you?”

Jean pushes his fingers gently against your entrance through the thin fabric of your underwear as the heel of his hand grinds into your clit. You try to respond to his question, but your words turn into a strangled moan.

“I like feeling how wet you get for me -- fucking soaked, eh?” he teases, still pushing against the resistance of the fabric. “Pretty little pussy just gets so wet for me,” he groans, eyes alight with mischief. “You ever squirt before?”

His question makes your whole body enflame in embarrassment and your hand stutter along his cock. “I -- what?”

“I said,” he laughs, “Have you ever squirted before?”

You shake your head in small, quick motions as your hips grind down against his hand. “Never.”

“Never,” he repeats, tsking. “I bet I could make you squirt.”

Your whole body trembles in a mixture of fear and anticipation as his eyes turn dark and predatory. He starts to gently push his fingertips inside of you, through the nylon of your underwear and it has you gasping and grinding down on him in need.

“Come on, keep touching me,” he urges, dropping his hand from your waist to grip around yours on his cock. You didn’t realize you had stopped moving until he pointed it out, you’re too lost from his lewd words and teasing fingers.

“Can’t focus, eh?” he laughs, hand wrapped around yours to help jerk himself off as his other hand keeps pushing into you. Your hand is so small wrapped in his and his pace is so much quicker -- tighter.

You pull your hand out from under his to grab at the hem of your dress, pulling it up over your head and tossing it off to the side. Jean’s hand instantly reaches to cup at your breast through your bra, biting his lip as he holds back a groan while you work on unbuttoning his shirt.

“Your tits are so nice,” he says, pinching at your nipple through the thin fabric. “Show me them.”

You follow his command immediately, hands reaching behind your back to unclip your bra before tossing it off to the side with your dress. Jean shrugs his shirt off his shoulders, removing his hand from your crotch just to toss his shirt into the backseat. He grins in excitement, thumb brushing across your already hardened nipple as his other hand finally slides into your underwear to cup at your bare pussy.

“So obedient,” he coos, pushing two fingers inside of you as you gasp against his chest, hands gripping tightly around his shoulders. “What else would you do for me?”

“Anything,” you gasp, grinding down on his hand. “Anything, Jean.”

“Then touch me,” he growls, eyes narrowing. “Don’t make me ask you again.”

You bring one hand up to your mouth, spitting into your palm before reaching down with both hands to grab at Jean’s cock. He groans in approval, head falling back against the headrest of his seat as his dick twitches against your palm.

“Shit, yeah, just like that,” he grunts, fingers pumping into your pussy at the same pace as your hands around his cock.

You let your eyes fall closed as the two of you fall into a rhythm with your motions, breathing hard like you’re suffocating as you imagine Jean’s thick veiny cock pushing inside of you instead. Your pussy squeezes around his fingers as you do and his hips jerk against you in response.

“What are you thinking about?” he asks, eyes shut as he lets his head fill with lewd thoughts. “Tell me.”

“You,” you whimper, leaning forward to rest your forehead on his shoulder as Jean pushes a third finger into you. “Fucking you -- riding your cock until you make me cum. You’re so fucking big, Jean, I need you inside of me.”

His voice is just a low grumble when he responds. “Fuck -- I bet you’re so good at riding.”

“I’m so good,” you whimper as his hand falls from your breasts to your ass. “So good, Jean.”

“Yeah,” he pants, hips jerking against you as your hands squeeze tighter. “You’d make my cock so messy with this pussy.”

“Yes, yes,” you say mindlessly.

“Do you hear how fucking wet you are for me?” he groans, and you do -- you do, and it would be so embarrassing if Jean didn’t love it so much. “Fuck, I want to feel you squeezing like this around my cock.”

You lift your head from his shoulder to attack his lips. Your kiss is hungry -- messy -- just a tangle of lips and tongue and teeth as you try to devour one another in your lust-filled haze. Jean’s cock is spilling with precum, coating your hands as you jerk along his length and making you so fucking needy for him.

“Fuck me, Jean,” you whimper, barely pulling away to speak. “Please, I need you.”

You remove your hands from around his dick and push his hand away from you despite your body’s needy protests to stay filled. Shoving your underwear to the side, you lift your hips and angle Jean’s cock at your entrance. Just as you’re about to lower down on him, he fists around the head of his cock, stilling your descent.

“No, we can’t,” he groans, but the head of his cock is already buried inside of you and you’re squeezing him so fucking good, he’s not sure he can resist. “We can’t have sex.”

“Please, Jean,” you whine, grinding against his fist as you try to push as much of him inside of you as you can. Just the tip isn’t enough, but fuck, you’ll make it work if you have to. 

One hand grips tightly at his shoulder for stability as your other hand reaches down to rub needily at your clit. Your pussy pulses and squeezes around the head of Jean’s cock and his hips twitch in need.

“Fuck!” he groans, grabbing so hard at your ass that you know he’s going to leave bruises on your skin. “I’m already close, you’re gonna make me cum.”

“I want you to,” you pant, grinding down against his fist. “Please, Jean.”

He moves his grip from your hip to your shoulder, pushing you back until you're lying against the steering wheel. Then he slides his hand back down around your waist to hold you in place. 

“Don’t move,” he hisses and you nod obediently. 

Jean starts to jerk himself off roughly, keeping the tip of his cock inside of you as he grunts and groans. “Fuck, you look so hot,” he pants, eyes roaming across your body and biting his lip hard before spilling his cum into you with a shuddered gasp. 

You can feel each spurt as his cock twitches inside of you and it feels so hot and lewd and you want more. You trust that Jean will take care of you when he’s finished, so you just watch as his face, neck, and chest bloom dark red and his eyes scrunch shut from the pleasure of his orgasm. His mouth falls open into a perfect o-shape and you can’t help but clench around him at the sight. 

“Fuck,” he pants, pulling his cock out from inside of you. He lets you rest on his thighs as he throws his head back, running both hands through his hair to push the sweaty strands off of his face. “Sorry,” he breathes, hand reaching down to recline his seat fully until he’s laying back. 

“It’s ok,” you say, leaning forward to rest your hands on his chest as you feel his release sliding down your thighs.

He hooks both arms between your legs and around your thighs, suddenly pulling and dragging you up his body until you’re sitting on his chest. “Come on,” he says, voice low and husky, “Let me clean you up.”

Your body burns in embarrassment but you allow him to drag you further up his body until your hips are hovering just above his face. He shoves your underwear into the crease of your thigh and looks up at you. 

“Jean, are you—“

“Sit down,” he grunts and you lower your filthy pussy down onto his face. 

It’s so fucking sexy that you feel like you’re losing your mind. Jean’s tongue laps at your entrance, eating his cum out from inside of you and you can already feel your thighs shaking on either side of his head. 

His large hands grab at your waist, pulling you down hard against his face until you’re certain he can’t breathe, but he keeps going. Tonguing and sucking and moaning into you as he worships your pussy with his mouth. 

Trembling, you reach one hand down to fist around a handful of his hair while you press the palm of your other hand on the roof of the car, stabilizing yourself as your hips rock against his tongue. 

“Jesus Christ, Jean,” you whimper, eyes clenching shut as you feel the steady build of pleasure in your gut. 

Jean licks up to your clit, taking the swollen, aching nub into his mouth and sucking on it gently as you moan above him. He presses his tongue flat against it before gently shaking his head from side to side. 

“Ahh — fuck, Jean!” you cry, feeling your pleasure build and build as he moans against your skin. 

Jean’s eyes flutter open to look at you, watching you whining and whimpering above him with your head thrown back. Each noise you make makes all the blood in his head flow down to his cock. His hips buck up into nothing, desperate for stimulation as your tangy wetness lays heavy on his tongue. 

You’re literally riding his face at this point, your pussy smearing against his chin as you rock against his tongue, so eager — so fucking eager to cum for him. It’s making him absolutely feral for you and you can feel it in the way his blunt nails dig into your skin. 

Your whole body shakes when you finally cum, gasping and panting as you clench against his face, dripping more wetness against his chin as every nerve ending in your body explodes at once. Jean keeps his steady rhythm on your clit until each movement has you twitching and crying out from overstimulation. 

Pleased, but unsatisfied, Jean’s hands shift from your waist to your ass, spreading you open and grabbing the string of your thong to pull it aside. He slides your hips forward until his mouth is pressing sloppy, wet kisses against your asshole. 

“Jesus, Jean!” you cry out, hips involuntarily grinding down against his face. 

Jean starts with wet, open-mouth kisses first before you start to feel his warm, slick tongue pressing against your sensitive hole. Again and again, each kiss pushing his tongue against you until finally slipping past the tight muscle inside of your body. 

His grip on your body tightens as he pulls you tight against his face, tongue swirling inside of you as you writhe and cry out above him. Fuck — you’ve never had anyone eat your ass like this before and it’s so lewd and sexy and fuck, you should’ve expected this from Jean. 

Your grip around his hair tightens and he groans against your skin, tongue gently fucking inside of you as you whimper and squirm. It’s so hot you can’t even think, just feeling the burn of heat throughout your body and Jean’s fingers digging into the meat of your ass. You bring your hand down between your legs to swirl your fingers against your clit, eager to cum again on Jean’s face.

This orgasm is more intense than the last, your whole body pulsing with pleasure as you squeeze around Jean’s tongue. He groans in approval, pushing his tongue deep inside of you as you shake and cry above him. 

His movements slow to a stop as you fall forward, both hands gripping hard on to the headrest as you try to calm your spinning head. Jean gently shifts your hips back until you’re sitting on his chest and you make the mistake of looking down at his face. 

His entire face is flushed with arousal, the lower half slick and shining with your juices. His pupils are so blown-out that his eyes are just two dark pools of lust as he pants between your thighs. 

“Fuck,” he groans, leaning forward to sink his teeth gently into the meat of your inner thigh. “Do you want to keep going?”

You offer a jerky nod in response. You’re so lightheaded and weary but when Jean’s looking up at you like this, how could you say no?

You feel his palm shift on your ass until the pad of his middle finger is swirling against the puckered hole. “I wanna fuck your ass so bad,” he growls and the deep vibrations in his chest make you clench in anticipation. “You ever have anyone in here before?”

“No,” you say as he starts to apply a little pressure. 

He grins devilishly below you. “Yeah? This is a virgin ass?”

“Yes,” you whimper, eyes falling closed as he gently pushes against your tight ring. You want him so fucking bad, you feel delirious. Your hips are gently pushing back against his finger, body hot in anticipation of him sinking the slick digit into your virigin ass.

“Shit,” he hisses, removing the pressure and rubbing circles against the entrance. “Next time. When we have lube,” he says regretfully, tugging his lip between his teeth. “Then I’ll ruin this little hole with my fat cock.”

His words cause you to visibly shudder in anticipation, pressing your hands against his shoulders as you struggle to catch your breath. “Ok,” you say, swallowing thickly. “What now?”

Jean’s eyes glint with mischief as he drags your body back down into his lap, one arm wrapped tightly around your waist as he rolls over until you’re pinned beneath him. You love the way he just grabs you and throws you around like a little doll, knees pressing hard against his hips in anticipation as he looms above you. 

“I want to make it up to you for everything I said,” he says, leaning down to kiss along your jaw. “I want to show you how sorry I am,” the kisses trail down your neck, “Show you how much you mean to me,” across your collarbones, “I want you to forgive me.”

You breathe in stuttered gasps as his teeth sink into the soft skin in the curve between your neck and shoulder. He groans in approval, still holding you tight against his chest with one arm while the other hand pushes his dress pants down and off of his hips. The full weight of his body is pressing into you and it’s both suffocating and not enough, all at once.

After kicking his pants off, he brings his hand to your hip, rubbing up and down your thigh as he rolls his hips against yours. “I’m going to make you feel good,” he says, voice gruff against your skin. “So fucking good, ok?”

“Ok,” you whimper as his hand slides between your thighs. 

Jean unwraps his arm from around your waist to press his palm flat against the backrest of the chair, looking down at you as his fingers tease your entrance, your underwear is stretched completely out of shape and pulled off to the side. You’re already so slick and wet from spit and cum, so his hands slide easily up and down your folds, swirling around your clit. 

You whimper out his name when he pushes four of his long, thick fingers inside of you. He presses into the knuckle and your body practically sucks him in, squeezing tightly around his digits. 

Jean’s breathing hard above you as he gently pumps his fingers in and out of your wet heat. The sounds your body makes are lewd and sloppy, but all you can focus on is the steadily building pressure of another orgasm. 

“Close already?” he teases and you hide your face with both palms as your back arches off the seat. “You cum so fast for me, I love it.”

“Feels good,” your slur, whimpering into your hands. 

“You like it when I touch you?”

“Yeah.”

“Yeah?” he mimics, voice high and airy as his fingers pump and curl inside of you. 

“Yeah,” you repeat, voice just a shaky whimper as you clench your eyes shut. 

“I love watching you cum,” he grunts. “Is that what you want?”

“Yes,” you whine.

“Say it. What do you want?”

“I want you to make me cum,” you gasp as his fingers keep bullying that soft, sensitive spot on the front wall of your cunt.

“You want me to make you cum… what?” he taunts and you have to swallow thickly before you can speak again.

“Make me cum, Jean, please,” you beg.

Jean starts pumping his hand up and down, practically lifting your hips up with each movement as you squirm beneath him. Filling the car with the obscene wet sounds of his hand moving quickly inside of you as you twitch and writhe beneath him.

“Jean -- wait, wait -- I feel like --” you reach forward for him, grabbing hard at his arms as you whimper.

“Trust me, just relax,” he grunts, jaw tight as he continues his rough movements inside of you.

Fireworks explode in your gut and you cry out in pleasure, feeling dizzy and lightheaded as the wet sounds between your legs turn into splashing as liquid coats your thighs, your underwear, and Jean’s hand and arm.

“Fuck, yeah,” he groans, breathing hard above you as he watches you make a mess. “Squirt for me, just like that.”

Jean pulls his hand from inside of you, rubbing his palm across your sore, soaking pussy as your entire body throbs in pleasure. You can feel your hole twitching and gushing against his hand, but the firm pressure and heat of his palm against you helps calm your pounding heart.

“What the fuck?” you mumble, breathing hard. You open your eyes a crack to look up at Jean, who’s staring down at your with a cheeky grin as he cups your overstimulated pussy. “I’m sorry, did I just --?”

“Told you I could make you squirt,” he says, rolling his tongue against his cheek smugly as he looks down at your soaking thighs. “Fuck, that was so hot.”

“Jesus Christ, Jean,” you groan, loosening your grip on his arms to cover your burning face. Your entire body feels like it’s on fire but you’re still covered in goosebumps and shivering -- what the fuck did Jean just do to you?

“Do you need a break?” he asks, shifting above you. You feel his hard cock graze against your thigh and you feel the stir of arousal in your gut once more.

“Keep going,” you beg, voice just a shaky whimper as his palm presses harder against your clit. 

He nods in response, removing his hand to grab around his cock. You watch him pump your slick across his length, swallowing loudly as he lines himself up with your entrance.

“Still friends, right?” he asks, eyes flicking up to your face. Asking again, ridiculously, as if the line is drawn somewhere between stuffing his tongue in your ass and his cock in your cunt.

You nod frantically and watch as his eyes dart back down, watching your pussy stretch for him as he pushes inside of you. 

You’re so wet and messy from everything he’s done to you tonight that his cock slides in easily. Pushing against your tight walls as he stretches you open -- fills you completely with his length. Your jaw hangs open, watching him slide into you until his hips are pressed firmly against yours. You’ll never get over the feeling of Jean’s dick this deep inside of you -- like it’s about to come out your throat.

“Shit, you’re still so tight,” he groans, grinding his hips against yours gently, rocking back and forth in a way that has his hips sliding against your clit. “Even after all of that.”

You can only offer a breathless whimper in response, eyes brimming with tears from the feeling of your sore, overstimulated pussy pulsing around him. Jean raises his hands up to cup your face, pressing his forehead firmly against yours as his thumbs brush away the stray tears.

“Is it too much?” You shake your head gently but can’t seem to make any words form in your agape mouth. “Come on, talk to me.”

He stills completely inside of you and finally -- finally -- you feel like you can catch your breath. Jean pushes the sweaty strands of your hair as he looks down at you with concern. “We can stop.”

“I don’t want to stop,” you answer, throat hoarse. “Please keep going.”

“I’m going to break you,” he warns, but he can’t hide his excitement as his eyes light up. “Are you sure?”

“Yes,” you whimper, “Please.”

He bites his lip in a feeble attempt to hide his grin, “Ok. Whatever you say,” he hums. Jean presses his lips against yours softly and you barely have the strength to pucker against his mouth before he pulls away. 

“I’ll try to make this quick,” he says, pressing one palm against the seat while his other hooks your leg up on to his shoulder, gripping your thigh as he holds you close to his chest. “I’m just going to use you, ok?” He shifts his hands so that he can throw your other leg on to his shoulder, until you’re completely bent in half beneath him, knees pressed tightly against the seat next to your chest.

“Ok,” you squeak and his grin turns sinister.

Jean rocks his hips back and forth, pulling back as your pussy tries to suck him back in and then thrusting into you hard. His motions have your eyes rolling back into your head, but you still reach up to lace your fingers together behind his neck, tugging him closer into you and deeper inside.

“Fuck,” he growls, and he doesn’t sound like the same Jean you’ve known these past few years. “You’re just my little fuck toy, aren’t you?”

You moan louder in response, eyes falling shut as you feel his hand shift from your thigh to around your throat. He squeezes gently, not enough to make you feel lightheaded, but enough to make you feel like he could.

“I wanna stuff every single one of these fucking holes,” he grunts, fingers sliding up your chin until they’re hooked into your mouth, pressing hard against your tongue. His pace against you is punishing and you can already feel the steady build of another orgasm as your body clenches around him.

“Fuck, you like that, eh?” he asks, stuffing his fingers deeper into your mouth. “Gonna cum so hard for me -- do you even have anything left?”

He laughs when you whimper around his fingers, lips wrapping around them and tonguing the underside as you imagine it’s his cock in your mouth instead. He starts pumping his fingers in and out of your mouth, in tandem with the snapping of his hips.

“That’s my pretty girl,” he says, but he spits it like it’s an insult. “Fuck, you’re un-fucking-real, you know that?”

You try to open your eyes to look up at them, but they’re so filled with tears from Jean shoving his fingers down your throat that you can hardly see. You can hear him laughing again and -- fuck, he’s so mean but you love it.

Every thought in your head disappears when his hips start to fuck into you harder and faster. Your mouth hangs open as you moan in pleasure, drool spilling down your cheek when Jean pulls his fingers out. He leans down further, grabbing a fistful of your hair and pulling your head forward until your chin is pressed against your chest.

“Look at how fucking messy this pussy is for me,” he grunts, forcing you to look down between your bodies.

His cock is so thick as it plunges deep inside of you, spilling your wetness against your thighs when he pulls back covered in milky white. You can see the veins in his cock throbbing every time he fucks into you, his hips slapping against your thighs. You reach out with your hands to grab at his thighs, digging your nails into his skin as the lewd sight of Jean’s cock fucking you sends you completely over the edge.

You tremble underneath him, babbling out incoherently as you squeeze around his length. It’s messy and sloppy but -- fuck, it feels so good and all you can think about is the way his dick is pounding into your body, like you were made just to take his cock.

“Fuck,” he hisses, each breath coming out in stuttered pants as he tries to fuck into the tight pulsing walls of your pussy. “Shit, I’m gonna cum.”

You’re unable to form a single word as your body trembles beneath him. So fucking overstimulated and overwhelmed that you don’t even feel like you’re on this planet anymore, grounded only by the tugging of Jean’s hand on your hair.

He pulls out suddenly, cock falling heavy on your stomach as your legs fall on either side of him, and he doesn’t even need to touch himself before his cock is spitting out thick ropes of cum across your breasts and stomach. A few of the spurts of his cum shoot out with such force that they paint part of your face. Jean moans loudly with each pulse as his cock twitches against you until it’s is just drooling the last of his cum from the tip.

You’re both panting like you just finished sprinting a marathon, chests heaving as you struggle to fill your lungs with air. The car is so hot and humid from your body heat, windows fogged completely, and you’re certain that Jean’s leather seat is ruined from all of the cum, sweat, tears, and squirt that’s coating it.

“Shit,” Jean groans, releasing his punishing grip on your hair to reach down for his cock. He gives it a few final strokes before he slides his hand under your lower back, and rolls with you until you’re laying on top of him.

You move your palms to his chest as he wraps his arm tightly around your waist and you can feel the heavy pounding of his heart in his chest. “Shit,” he repeats, running his free hand through his hair to brush the sweaty strands away from his face, before settling his palm on the back of his head.

“Holy shit,” he says again, panting, and this time you laugh. “What?”

“Are you good?” you tease, but your voice is weak and shaky and it doesn’t come across as snarky as you want it to.

“Yeah, shit,” he says, still panting. “Are you good?”

“Yeah,” you agree, swallowing thickly.

He reaches down to finger the window switch on the door of his car and groans when it doesn’t respond. “Shit, I gotta turn on the car for a sec.”

Jean cradles you against his chest as he sits up, scooting forward in his chair until he can step on the brake before thumbing the ignition switch. The car quietly purrs to life so this time, when Jean flips the window switch, it starts to lower.

“S’hot in here,” he mumbles, face pressed against the side of your head and he lowers you both back against the chair. He takes in a slow, deep breath, wrapping both arms around your body and squeezing you close.

The two of you lay like that for quite some time, feeling refreshed with the cool breeze from outside as your body temperature finally lowers to normal. You’re so exhausted that you end up dozing off a little on Jean’s chest to the sound of his heartbeat and the small circles his finger draws on your back.

Jean peppers soft kisses against your face until your eyes flutter back open, looking up at him with dazed, glassy eyes as he smiles softly.

“You good?” he asks again, giving you a small squeeze around your waist.

“I wanna stay here forever,” you admit, closing your eyes again and breathing in his scent. “This is nice.”

“Yeah,” he agrees, hand reaching up to smooth down the hair on the back of your head. “But… I gotta go to work tomorrow, so we should probably leave soon.” You whine childishly, clinging to him tighter while he laughs. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry! You could always come back with me.”

Your nose scrunches at the thought and you find yourself pushing yourself up, palms flat on Jean’s chest as you sit on his lap, looking down at his still-flushed and wet face. 

“You’re a mess,” you laugh, reaching forward with one hand to palm at his mouth, cleaning the mess of your mixed fluids off his face.

Jean just smiles in response, reaching a hand down to slowly incline his seat back to it’s normal, upright position. “So,” he says, clicking his tongue. “Does that mean you’re coming back?”

“I can’t,” you say, shaking your head. “I’m housesitting for Reiner.”

“Right,” he nods, hands shifting to rest on your hips. “But after?”

“Maybe after,” you agree and he grins. Jean leans forward to kiss you and it starts slow and soft but when you feel his tongue brushing against your lips, you pull back to keep the kiss chaste. “I’m really sorry about your seat.”

He laughs, eyes crinkling. “It’s fine. That’s what leather seats are for, right?”

“Ew,” you whine, fingers toying with the golden hairs on his chest. 

“So…”

“So,” you repeat, eyes fixed down at his chest.

“Now that we’ve got our heads clear again, should we talk?”

You snort, eyes darting up to meet his but they quickly move back down to his chest as you feel your face burning in embarrassment. “I don’t know… things are kind of complicated right now.”

“I’m sorry,” Jean says and the hurt is evident in his voice. “I was stupid, I never meant to hurt you.”

“I know, but you did,” you say, eyes still low. “I really like you, Jean, and this… whatever this is, that we’re doing… I like that, too -- but, I need assurance that you’re not going to freak out and push me away again.”

“I don’t want you feel like that but… yeah, fuck.” Jean sighs heavily, running a hand through his hair nervously. “Is this making things more complicated?” he asks, gesturing between the two of you.

“Yes,” you say hesitantly, “Probably.”

“Then, should we not?”

“Yes,” you say, even more hesitantly, “Probably.”

“But, do you want to stop?”

You have to bite your lip to hide your grin but you know it doesn’t work, so instead you lean forward until your chin is resting on Jean’s shoulder. “No,” you admit quietly and he laughs.

“Yeah, fuck.”

His arms wrap around your tighter, pulling you close against his chest as he rests his chin on your shoulder. “You’re so important to me,” he admits, cheek pressing against your neck. “I hate that I screwed things up with you… but I don’t know what to do.”

Your frown, feeling your heart go cold from Jean’s words, and you squirm in his lap. “We should head back.”

Jean swallows loudly, hands ghosting around you as you make your way back to your seat. “Yeah,” he says, “Ok.”

“By the way,” you say as you shimmy back into your clothing, the fabric sticking to your clammy, sweaty body. Your underwear is wet and cold against your skin, and you contemplate just ditching them completely. “Did you know you turn into a completely different person during sex?”

He laughs, searching his car for a cloth or some napkins or something to clean up his wet seat before he pulls on his pants. “Yeah, fuck, sorry.”

“No, I don’t mind,” you assure, watching as Jean decides to clean off his seat with his underwear. “I just didn’t know you’d be like that. You kinda strike me as the romantic type.”

“I can do romance,” he hums, tossing his wet underwear into the backseat before pulling up his dress pants. “It’s just hard to think when all my blood’s in my dick,” he laughs, “I just go into like, demon mode, y’know?”

“Yeah, fuck,” you laugh, “I know.”

He snorts, reaching across the centre console to grab your thigh, giving it a gentle squeeze. “Yeah, you like it, too.”

[mins-fins]

space science.

&&. poor you, poor miserable, troubled, unfavorable you.

pairing: liu yangyang x m!reader

genre: angst, bittersweet tragedy 🙁

warnings: mentions of abuse

word count: 1.7k

notes: i wanted to make people sad today guys 😆 okay i didnt mean to make this my yangyang fic debut on my account and im sorry but you guys.. it's just needed okay! i need to make a whole wayv angst thing wait………(hendery is next 😈)

"what do you wanna be when you grow up?"

you whisper against yangyang's ears, eyes closed as you lean your head onto his shoulder. your arms were wrapped around his chest, leaning on his shoulders as he carried you on his back, his hands rested on your thighs. yangyang's eyes trailed over the path before him, observing the familiar rock pattern littering the ground, one he recognizes.

yangyang had nothing in mind, too focused on the weight on his back, seemingly unbothered even with how long the two of you have been walking.

"i don't know yet.." he mutters, his voice low as he continued walking, showing no signs of tiredness in his voice or actions. he continued to walk forward, venturing through the forest down a familiar path, one he'd walk down so many times when he was younger.

you hold onto yangyang tightly, scared he might be mad at having to carry you. that probably isn't the case, especially because he's never had any trouble carrying you before, but that doesn't stop the thoughts from invading your mind.

"does y/n still dream of becoming an astronaut?" yangyang asks, his shoes stepping on rocks and dust, creating sounds that echoed in the forest. his question is meant to be a distraction for you, it's meant to make you forget the pain you are currently in. the more he thought about it, the more he remembered details of your life that he thought he'd long since forgotten.

it was when you two were in elementary school, you told him that you wanted to be an astronaut when you grew up.

i want to see the stars up close! he remembers you exclaiming, so passionately, eyes shining so bright, it was like they were stars themselves.

years have passed, and that dream was nothing more than the fantasies created by a child. you created it as an escape, the stars in the sky were the only things that truly gave you hope in times where you were suffering at home.

whenever you couldn't take it, you'd find yourself at a familiar place, your safe place, as you liked to call it, a place that only the two of you knew about. a small secluded treehouse in the forest behind his parents house, where you could escape from the chaos of your home life, where you could peacefully sit and stare the stars.

you'd always make wishes on the stars, hoping that one day, your life would become just a little more bearable, that mom wouldn't be mad at you all the time, that your dreams would become a reality in somehow or another.

you had now been reduced to nothing but a fragile human being, one who couldn't be put back together no matter how much yangyang tried.

"i don't want to anymore.." you mutter, blinking your tears away as you stare at yangyang's face. you give a sad smile, and continue. "i just want to be with you forever" you whisper, hiding your face in his neck.

yangyang smiles bitterly at the statement, the chances of that happening was slim to none. it was an innocent statement, yes, but with the way you two had turned out, the idea of you two staying seemed more harmful to you than anything.

yangyang loves you, really, he does— but he can't help you.

his emotions always confuse him when he's with you, he can't control the overwhelming sadness, anger, or happiness he feels when around you.

but what can he even do? it's not like you did all of this to yourself, you were never given a happy life because your mother is a bitter women, hated seeing you turn into everything she couldn't— to the point that she'd destroy anything that made you happy.

he could never do anything to help you, all he could do was watch, observe. he would see all the new bruises on your body and be absolutely useless in the situation.

he would always offer to carry you when you were especially hurt, which pretty much became the thing for you too. there would be moments where you'd be too slow, so hurt that walking would hurt you, and yangyang wouldn't even ask, he'd just let you jump on his back and he'd carry you to your safe place.

sometimes, yangyang feels guilty, because no matter what, he can't save you.

sometimes; not always.

helping you has always been yangyang's thing, from the moment the two of you met at five, the idea of being able to help you, save you from the nightmare which was your moms house, was what constantly reassured him.

he promised you that someday, he'd get you out of there, that the two of you could run away together forever, and you wouldn't have to worry about your parents, or school, or hurting.

you were so beautiful, so innocent, you had a smile so bright it seemed that you could heal all disasters with it. yangyang never knew why the urge to protect you seemed to come naturally, but it just did, you didn't deserve to be in that kind of environment, he couldn't believe the kinds of things your mom put you through.

you were vulnerable, so easy to break.

and so is he— but yangyang would never admit it, because the idea of anybody seeing that side of him made him want to vomit, no one, and he means no one is allowed to know that, because it's stupid, it's idiotic, it's—

he can't explain it, he feels like he's wasting his time trying to come up with excuses in his mind.

he doesn't even know if he can muster up enough mind to actually look at you.

your a crybaby, weak, pathetic, stupid—

oh poor poor y/n, poor sad y/n, poor y/n who can't stand up for himself, poor y/n who still believes the stars will save him, poor little y/n whose been reduced to nothing but a fragile mess!

though the words always work their way into yangyang's mind, he could never leave you behind.

yangyang finally stops, having made it to the destination you begged him to take you too.

he originally wanted to refuse— because after all this time you couldn't just keep running away from your problems, choosing to go to some treehouse in the middle of a forest and wishing on the stars instead of confronting your issues head on, like you should be.

but no matter how hard he tried, yangyang didn't refuse, just bit his tongue and agreed. making you unhappy was the last thing he wanted to do, you were hurt, in pain, unwell, and if this was the one thing he could do for you, then so be it.

yangyang curses himself for easily being influenced by you..

"yangyang.. i love you" you whisper, voice shaky as you spoke. yangyang hums, hiking you higher up his back as he climbs the stairs to your safe place.

"i love you too, y/n.." he says back, his expression remaining empty as he gives a mere glance at your face, at your watery eyes.

yangyang slowly takes you off his back, placing you down onto the couch right beside the entrance. he performs the action gently, as if afraid of breaking you if he dropped you down too recklessly.

your obsessed, says yangyang's friends, you've become too attached to him, always clinging onto him no matter what. you shouldn't be putting all your issues onto his shoulders, being dependent on him to always help you when your in need, he deserves better, they all say, better than you.

yangyang knows you too well to even be annoyed by how you act anymore. your presence has become comforting to him, it's not exactly easy to explain, because he'd probably come off as creepy if he even tried to voice his thoughts about you, he's just so used to you being there beside him—

like there's something wrong when you aren't there with him.

people say that the love you harbor for yangyang isn't normal, your more infatuated than in love, people say that yangyang should run while he has the chance..

but yangyang knows more than they do, you could never truly hurt him even if you wanted to, you can't even hurt a fly, let alone hurt him. he's pretty much the only person keeping you up, you'd be gone if he wasn't around, you need him.

he's the only person you can count on, your mother is shitty and your father is gone.

"are we going to look at the stars?" your voice snaps yangyang out his distracting thoughts process, and you immediately circle your arms around his waist when he places himself beside you.

yangyang lets you squeeze him, your cold fingers rub against the skin of his waist, but he doesn't even shiver at the touch anymore, instead settling into the solace of it, a feeling he recognizes from you.

he doesn't respond immediately, instead pointing up at the opening in the ceiling, where they could clearly see the stars through the glass. yangyang had installed it into the treehouse himself so you could stare at the stars without having to go outside.

"orion" he states, his other arm coming to rest around your waist. "and ursa major".

"i guess were not seeing cassiopeia tonight.." you mutter, not exactly to yangyang, but more to yourself. your voice conveys disappointment, but you quickly shake off whatever thoughts you were having.

"you can still make a wish, though".

yangyang knows you, he knows you so well, it was often that you'd make a wish when you saw the constellation cassiopeia, thinking of it as a good luck charm because of it's connection to your birthday.

you lower your head, eyes pointed to the floor. "they never come true anyway.."

yangyang slowly retracts his hand and moves it to intertwine your fingers, he doesn't say any more, and neither do you, a comfortable silence settles between you two.

"aren't you afraid y/n?"

the question is a surprising one, but you don't say much about it, just let out an airy laugh, giving a little squeeze at his hand. "i'll be alright because your here".

a small smile comes to your face, but it's sad, your unwell, your sick, your sad, and yangyang can't help you, no matter how much he tries.

oh poor you—

whose been reduced to nothing but a fragile mess.

[butler-on-beale-street]

Night Terrors | Austin Butler X Reader 

Warning: angst, bad dreams, vague allusions to body insecurity, fluff.

Word Count: 1.6K

A/N: This was requested a few days ago and I liked the idea! So, I created this little one shot. Hope you guys enjoy.

Summary: He said the worst things imaginable to you. It felt so real--your life was falling apart. Everything was a lie. And then you woke up.

“What do you mean, ‘I don’t love you anymore’?” You asked tearfully. You sat with Austin on the front stoop of your shared New York City brownstone. He appeared quite intoxicated, leaning against the stair railing, his expression unbothered. 

“I don’t love you,” he repeated, looking you in the eye. He watched your heart shatter and didn’t move an inch to console you. He only blinked, clearing his throat. 

“You don’t love me? All of this was a lie?” You choked through the tears. “We live together!” 

“I used you, Y/n.” He reached into his pocket and retrieved his juul, taking several drags from it, looping white clouds into the night sky. Anger overtook your body. How could he be so nonchalant? You snatched the device from his lips and tossed it as far as you could into the street.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Your voice rose. 

“You know what? How could anyone love you?” It was as if he had ripped your heart from your body and tossed it on the sidewalk, stubbing it out like a discarded cigarette. “You don’t take care of yourself. You complain about the way you look all the time, yet you do nothing about it. I’m sick of it! You can be miserable, but I fucking refuse.” He cut you into pieces. He knew it. He didn’t care. He wanted you to hurt so badly that you’d go away forever. 

“How dare you speak to me like that? I’ve never done anything but love you.” You reached out to touch him. Though he was breaking your heart, you still loved him. It was natural for you to want him–to want to be with him. Instead, he recoiled and moved further away from you. 

“No. Just stop. I’m done, Y/n. I’ve been done for quite a while.” He looked at you briefly before pulling his knees to his chest, resting his elbows on them. 

“What does that even mean? Why didn’t you tell me any of this?” You asked, wiping the tears from your cheeks with your palm. You sniffled, yet your face was still a dripping mess. 

“Can I be honest with you?” He asked, turning to you. He rubbed at his mouth and chin like he was mulling over a thought. You nodded, your throat contracting and releasing in a choked sob, causing you to whimper. “I cheated–and it’s not the first time. I’ve cheated many, many times. And honestly, I regret nothing.” He shrugged coldly, raking his fingers through his blond coif. “It was how I got by.” 

“So you treated me like a live-in fuck-toy? To fuck whenever you wanted? To wash and fold your clothes, make you dinner, make love to you? Just so you could betray me with any tight pussy you could find?” You shot the words out at him, your voice rising with anger. 

“Guess so.” 

“You know what? Fuck you! Get your shit and get the fuck out of my house.” 

“The house is just as much mine as it is yours.” 

“I’ll call the police to escort your ass out.” 

“What will they do, Y/n? They’ll ‘diffuse’ it and leave. So I’m not going anywhere. Figure it out and get a hold of yourself. You’re acting crazy.” You looked away from you. In that moment, you couldn’t control the rage that exploded from your body. You reeled back and slapped him as hard as you possibly could, feeling the sting of contact against your palm. 

“I hope whatever sorry son of a bitch that meets you next finds out how fucking pitiful you really are. You had it good, Austin. You had me–someone who would die for you. I would have done anything for you!” You shouted, pointing your finger in his face. 

“You’re pathetic, Y/n.” He laughed. Chuckled, even. 

Deep within your throat, you felt the pain. The muscles contracted tightly as if they would tear at any moment from shear tension. The roar of your scream ripped away from deep within your chest. You squeezed your fists as tightly as you could, feeling your fingernails digging into the flesh of your palms. You shrieked as loudly as you could at him, releasing all of the hurt, the pain, the fury and betrayal, and the grief that shattered you completely. 

“Hey, hey. HEY,” Austin said, his hands wrapped around you, waking you up from the nightmare. “Shhh, calm down. I think you had a nightmare.” 

“Wh-what?” You asked, pulling out of your stupor. You jolted awake, pushing him away in your half-sleep state, desperate to get away from him. “Get away from me!” You barked. 

“Huh?” Austin asked. You retreated into your body, making yourself as small as you could under the covers. You were conscious, but not enough to differentiate what was real and what wasn’t. “Okay, okay,” he said, moving to the edge of the bed. He sat with his legs crossed, rubbing sleep from his eyes. Tears began to pour down your cheeks as you remembered the hurtful things that he had said to you in your dream. 

“You didn’t love me,” you sobbed. You pulled your hands to your eyes, swiping away the brutal tears as they fell. “You said I was pathetic and that no one loved me.” Austin took the cue to move closer to you, pulling you against him. That was when the real tears came. Your body shook from misery, your body racked with sobs. You vaguely felt him rubbing your back, squeezing you as close to him as he could, letting you cry–even if it didn’t exactly make sense why you were crying. He kissed the tops of your shoulders as he waited patiently. It took you a while to calm down in order to stifle the tears, but when they did slow, you leaned back and sat opposite him with your legs crossed. 

“May I hold your hands?” He asked gently, asking permission. You nodded. He took your hands in his, running his thumbs lovingly over your knuckles. “Do you feel comfortable telling me what happened?” You nodded again, sniffling loudly. You lifted your hand to wipe the tears from your face and push the stray hairs behind your ears before returning your hand to his. 

“I had a bad dream–and you were so mean to me. You acted like I didn’t matter. You told me that you cheated on me over and over and that you didn’t regret it.” You couldn’t help the tears from flowing again. Austin disconnected his hands from yours, raising them to your cheeks to swipe the tears away as they fell. “You said you didn’t love me.” 

“I never said that, baby.” Austin said softly. “Even if it was a nightmare. That wasn’t me. I would never, ever treat you like that.” He returned his hands to yours. You nodded, but didn’t look at him. He wasn’t convinced that you understood. He took your face in his hands, urging you to look at him. “I adore you. I am in love with you, Y/n. I think you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen and I tell you that every single day.” 

“I know you do,” you said softly, your lips trembling. “But it felt so real.” 

“That’s why nightmares can be so scary.” Austin began. “But they also come from stress. Is something going on?” He asked carefully. “I’m here for you, honey.” 

“I don’t feel like myself right now. I feel ugly and I feel like I am undeserving of love. I haven’t told you, but I’ve felt like this for a while. I’ve just tried to push it away because I didn’t want to feel this way.”

“Sweetheart,” He said, softly, taking your face in his hands once more, his thumbs stroking your cheeks. “You are deserving of the love that you are given. Why? Because you are a wonderful person inside and out. You don’t see it right now, and that’s okay. I am here to remind you every day of your worth. It’s okay to have bad days. I know it doesn’t just go away, but I want to be here for the good days, the bad days…everyday. I don’t just love you when it’s sunny.” He paused for a moment. “I won’t go into lame daily devotionals, but…”

You chuckled through the tears, causing him to grin. “But I truly love you. I’ll love you for the rest of my life. That won’t ever change. Let me in. Let me know about the hard things. I don’t just want to be your boyfriend. I want to be your partner–your life partner.” You nodded. 

“I trust you,” you said softly, looking him in the eye. “That just hurt a lot,” you continued, referring to the dream. 

“Yeah, well sometimes our dreams betray us by exploiting the things we hold most dear.” He said, leaning in to kiss you on the forehead. 

“Lay back down with me, Austin.” 

“C’mere first,” he said, leaning forward, taking your face by your cheek as he placed his lips on yours, offering a feather-light kiss. You reciprocated, bringing your hands to the back of his neck, your fingers tugging at his blond waves. He pulled you against him, laying down once again. You stared into his eyes for quite some time. The moment wasn’t awkward, and there was no push to end it. You lay next to him, taking his hand in yours, silently stroking the softness of his skin. 

“I love you,” you finally said, breaking the silence.

“I love you too, Y/n. You’ll never truly understand how much. But I’ll show you every single day.” 

You turned your body so that he could spoon you. You felt safe within his embrace, his arm pulled protectively around your body as you cocooned yourself within the covers. You fell asleep listening to the give and take of his breath, mixed with the soft chirps of crickets from outside your bedroom window. 

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[chickenfics]

Let’s forget we were ever broken

Relationship: Loki x GN!reader (SFW)

Summary: It just wasn't your week. You could feel the tension building -- it twisted inside your gut and sent your heart racing, thoughts sparling until you wanted to curl inside yourself or scream so loud that the panic went away. All you knew was that you were one inconvenience away from breaking down. And then you dropped a damn mug.

Or, the reader is having a bad week and Loki is there to pick up the pieces, literally and metaphorically.

Word count: 4.8k

Content warning: magic use (sort of mind control, but in a good/helpful way), anxiety/anxiety attacks, stress, reader is kind of mean to themselves. No use of Y/N and no pronouns are used for the reader

Masterlist  Also on ao3

It just wasn’t your week.

It had started off with an extra difficult job in the lab, which both Bruce and Tony were “confident” you could handle on your own. Apparently, they had much more pressing matters to deal with, being bonafide Avengers and all, and so naturally they’d decided to leave the less important job to one of their most trusted employees. You.

Less important didn’t mean easier, however, and a job that should have had at least three people working on it only had… well, you. It was the first thing to send your anxiety pressing at the backs of your eyes, threatening to fill your chest.

But you pushed it down, convincing yourself that you were fine despite the countless times your own mind had proven that statement very wrong. When would you learn to actually listen to the warning signs your body gave you?

Not this time.

The next nail in the metaphorical coffin was your sleep schedule -- or lack thereof. The lab project was draining your energy during the day, and anxiety was keeping you wide awake at night. You tossed and turned into the early hours of the morning, on the verge of panic over the most trivial things.

But even though they were trivial, they twisted inside your gut and sent your heart racing, thoughts spiraling until you wanted to curl inside yourself or scream so loud that the panic went away. It physically hurt you, and no matter what you did, there was no relief.

You could feel the tension building throughout the week -- a week that should have been perfectly peaceful and normal and nice. There shouldn’t have been anything wrong with you, and you shouldn’t have been making such a big deal out of nothing, but you couldn’t figure out how.

All you knew was that you were one inconvenience away from breaking down. You could feel the tears pooling at the backs of your eyes, a constant threat that had you feeling out of breath and miserable. The last thing you needed was a breakdown. You worked for the Avengers for Christ’s sake, you needed to keep it together.

But by the end of the week, you were a ball of nerves and exhaustion -- not a fun combination -- and you knew that it was only a matter of time.

Tony and Bruce were expecting your job to be finished by next week, and you’d hardly made a dent in the work. Realistically you knew that you only needed to reach out to one of them and bring attention to your struggle and both would jump to help alleviate as much as they could, but… asking for help was hard. Especially when your mind was so overwhelmed, giving you all sorts of reasons why you shouldn't.  

So you bit your lip until it nearly bled and continued to work. It was midnight by the time you finally had to call it quits. You could feel the edges of your ability fraying and knew that, at this point, your work was definitely going to suffer if you didn’t stop.

Dragging yourself to your room felt like a surrender to the darkness that waited for you there.

After changing into the most comfortable clothes you could find, you threw yourself into bed wrapped tightly in several blankets. Hugging a pillow to your chest, you tried not to let the thoughts grab you by the throat and pummel you until you couldn’t see straight.

You failed.

For a moment you thought you’d managed to doze off, but instead, you stayed suspended in that space between sleep and waking, exactly where your anxiety had its full advantage. The next time you looked at the clock, it was one-thirty. For some reason, that was when the panic really set in.

Your already frantic heartbeat began to pick up, and you felt your breathing stall in your chest until you were gasping for any bit of air you could get. Remembering different methods you’d read about online, you made a conscious effort to steady your breathing.

In, out. You’re going to be fine. In, out. You just needed to calm down. In, out. You only feel this way because it’s nearly two in the morning and your brain is fried.  

Shockingly, it helped, and you found that you weren’t at risk of passing out anymore. Though, maybe that wasn’t a good thing, considering it probably would have been the only way you could have gotten a good night’s sleep.

Groaning, you rolled out of the blanket burrito you’d made of yourself and wobbled to your feet. You needed a distraction -- anything to keep you from focusing on how you were feeling. With your heart still fluttering violently in your chest, you opened your bedroom door, hesitantly checking both ways before padding into the hallway.

The compound was silent, as it should be so early in the morning, and dark enough that you had to feel along the walls. It was only once you reached the kitchen that you were able to see well enough in the dim blue light coming from inside.

You stumbled in without thinking and nearly ran into a brick wall.

“Easy there, mortal,” the brick wall said, grabbing your elbows to keep you upright.

“Shit, I’m so sorry, I…” your eyes met Loki's, his hair looking ruffled and bed-worn, and lost the few excuses you’d managed to think of. “Sorry,” was all you could say instead.

The god just scoffed, releasing your arms and stepping back.

“It’s quite alright. Though I must say, I wasn’t expecting anyone else to be out and about at this hour.” he crossed his arms, and you thought you saw him stifle a yawn.

In fact, now that you got a better look at him, he seemed… disheveled. You’d never seen the Asgardian with so much as a hair out of place, let alone in pajama bottoms and a wrinkled shirt. Though you weren’t necessarily on best friend terms or anything, Loki was always a bit more friendly with you than the others. It probably had something to do with you treating him like a living person and not some storybook villain or boogeyman.  

Was that a lapse in judgment? Hell if you knew. But he’d been perfectly decent, if a little rough around the edges, whenever he’d interacted with you, so you weren’t about to hold his past against him. Now, though, you couldn’t help but noticed how he was watching you, eyes narrowed as they followed you through the kitchen.

You opened the fridge and winced at the white light before scanning the shelves. For what, you had absolutely no idea. Unless Tony had stocked up on decent mental health and the ability to sleep for more than a few hours, you weren’t going to find anything you wanted.

“Yeah, sorry. Couldn’t sleep,” you murmured in answer to Loki’s comment.

“I can see that,” he replied.

You closed the fridge, managing to hold back a groan of exasperation.

“Are you alright?” Loki asked in that half-annoyed way.

“Yeah, just tired.” You tried to offer him a smile, turning to the cabinets now in hopes of something.

Hot chocolate. You could make hot chocolate. That was a good coping mechanism, right? Pulling open the cabinet door, you stretched up to grab a mug.

In hindsight, you should have known.

Just as you began to lift the mug from the shelf, the ceramic slipped through your fingers and crashed onto the floor where it shattered. You tensed at the noise, not missing how Loki had jumped forward as if to catch the mug, or maybe to stop you from trying to catch it but had pulled back at the last instant.

Staring down at the broken pieces, you felt your own resolve crack. The tears that had been threatening you all week began to surface despite your attempt to choke them back. Instead, you covered your face with your hands.

“No,” you whispered, voice wet with the tears you could feel collecting between your fingers. “Fuck.”

“Alright,” Loki took a step towards you.

“That was Nat’s favorite,” your expression twisted behind your hands, and a silent, breathy sob caught in your throat.

“Okay, it’s alright,” Loki assured, his voice alarmingly gentle. You glanced up, sliding your hands down your face enough to look at him.

He gave you a kind smile. Then, with an almost imperceptible twitch of his fingers, the mug began to come back together, pieces melding into one another until it was whole again. He bent down to pick it up, then placed it carefully on the counter. Meanwhile, you stared at it with a mixture of awe and contempt.

How easily he had put it back together. How easily it had broken you.

“I’m so stupid,” you groaned, returning your face to your hands. You resisted the urge to scratch at the skin as you felt your heartbeat pick back up. You couldn’t breathe… when was the last time you breathed?

“Hey,” Loki grabbed your attention. “You’re not stupid.”

You had meant to argue. It came out as a hoarse whimper instead. You dug your palms into your eyes.

“Darling, I need you to breathe,” Loki said, and the shock of hearing it from him was enough for you to look up.

He was watching you carefully, mouth slightly ajar as he seemed to think something over. Then he said,

“Can I… can I do something to you?”

“Wh… What?” You asked nervously. “Do what?”

“It will make you feel better. If you don’t like it, I’ll never do it again.” he held his hands out placidly as if trying to convince you that it wasn’t a trick.

“Alright,” you said eventually, dragging the heel of your palm across your cheek. He straightened up, a blank look crossing his face.

“...Come again?”

“Yeah, why not,” you nodded. You felt like you were dying -- what was the worst thing he could do to you?

Well… that list might have been quite long, actually. He seemed to realize it, too, going by the look on his face, but you couldn’t be bothered to care. You were exhausted, and your head was spinning, and you felt so overwhelmed.

Loki closed his mouth, narrowing his eyes before making up his mind. Reaching forward, he gently laid his hands on either side of your temples. The second his thumbs brushed your forehead, a green glow began to pour out of them. You felt your anxiety slowly ebb away as an inexplicable calm washed over you.

Swaying gently, you let out a long sigh. You watched Loki take a similarly deep breath, only he released his slowly. After a minute or so, the green light faded and he returned his hands to his side. Your head had drooped slightly, chin falling towards your chest, and your eyes were half closed.

“I haven’t lost you, have I?” Loki’s voice suddenly pulled you out of your haze. Straightening up, you blinked a few times and tried to smile at him.

“No,” you sniffed, feeling another tear curl down your cheek. While your panic was gone, exhaustion had set in with new vigor, and you couldn’t help but feel overwhelmingly foolish.

Tentatively, Loki leaned down towards you and reached out a hand, fingers gently brushing your elbow.

“You’re not hurt, are you?” he asked.

“No,” you said it again, shaking your head. The tears wouldn’t stop coming, and you groaned, trying to claw them away.

“Hey now, stop that,” Loki insisted, gently grabbing your wrists. You complied but buried your face in your palms.

Taking a deep, shuddering breath, you tried to stop crying. Why were you still crying?

“I’m sorry, I--”

“If you say that one more time, I’m going to throw something at you.”

His tone assured you that it was a joke, and the gentle smile in his voice told you that it was because he cared. Even so, you couldn’t help but try and shrink yourself out of existence. Of course, Loki noticed, and he seemed to go rigid.

“Did I… overstep?”

“No,” you quickly replied, voice firmer than before, despite its miserable tone. He released your wrists, and this time you looked up at him, but the sight of him watching you -- his expression almost tender -- sent you right back to feeling timid.

“I’m just--”

“No sorry, I hope.”

“Tired,” you finished. “I’m so fucking tired.”

He hovered near, but you got the sense that he didn’t know what to say. Why would he? He was a god, a prince -- hell, he wasn’t even from this world -- why should he be bothered to comfort you? Yet he already had. And he was still hanging around as if he wanted to do more.

“Thank you,” you finally found your voice. “For, uh… that. And the mug, god, thanks. I think I would have died if I had to tell Nat I broke her mug.”

“I’m… sure she would have forgiven you,” Loki offered without much conviction. He didn’t really know Natasha, but he was right. She would have.

“I know, I know. I’m just such a--”

“I’m going to stop you there,” Loki interrupted, holding out a pointed finger for emphasis. “You’re in no state to be giving opinions about yourself, especially when they are as wrong as I suspect. Now tell me: if you’re tired, why aren’t you in bed?”

It should have sounded like such a demeaning question, but it didn’t.

“It’s just,” you shrugged, picking at your sweatshirt. “Work’s been really hard lately, which sounds ridiculous because I work in a lab, for Christ’s sake, I don’t even do anything" -- you waved your hand -- “that important.”

Loki opened his mouth, but you kept going. You really shouldn’t have, but you did.

“And my… uhm, my anxiety’s been kind of bad?” you phrased it as a question. You’d never been good at talking about your mental health. So many people had it so much worse than you did; you felt selfish complaining about something that you should have been able to handle on your own.

“I try, I really try, but… god, it’s so stupid, but I just can’t sleep.”

“You,” Loki began, taking another step closer to you. “Are not stupid, nor are your struggles. Do you understand me?”

His tone left no room for arguing, and you stared up at him wide-eyed.

“I… um…” you felt your eyes grow watery again, and you tried so hard to get yourself under control.

But when Loki made a soft noise of sympathy and tilted his head, you knew you had failed miserably.

"Just nod your head, love," he murmured, smirking kindly.

Eyebrows scrunching together with pain, you nodded and sniffed -- embarrassingly loud in the otherwise silent room. Suddenly, Loki shifted his weight. When he spoke next, he glanced down at his feet and wouldn’t meet your eye.

“What, uh,” he cleared his throat. “What were you coming in here to get?”

You must have looked confused because he tilted his chin towards the mug he had brought back to life.

“Oh, uh…” you contemplated lying to him instead of telling this gorgeous, otherworldly Asgardian prince that you’d come into the kitchen at nearly two in the morning to make hot chocolate like some child.

But after a moment of internal struggle -- and a bit of panic, too -- you came to the conclusion that lying to the God of Lies probably wasn’t very smart. And you’d already dug yourself enough of a hole for one night.

“I… was gonna make hot chocolate," you sighed. "Thought it might… distract me, I don’t know."

Loki finally looked up at you, eyebrows drawing together ever so slightly in another moment of internal conflict. And then he nodded almost formally.

“Alright then.”

Spinning around, he grabbed the mug off the counter and headed for the fridge. You blinked at the empty space he’d left behind, and by the time your brain had caught up enough to realize what exactly he was about to do, Loki was already pouring milk into the mug.

“Wait, Loki you don’t need to do that,” you insisted, stepping towards him. He turned around to face you, straightening to his full height and leveling you up with a regal and very determined glare.

“Sit down,” he said in a voice that was used to giving orders. Your mouth fell ajar, but your body was already backing you onto a stool. “Good,” he added, softening to a more sultry tone, accompanied by a very Loki smirk.

You were way too tired for this.

Leaning sideways over the table, you dropped your head onto your hand and watched Loki through half-lidded eyes as he popped the mug into the microwave and turned it on.

“How do you know how to make hot chocolate?” you mumbled, feeling completely drained.

Loki only scoffed.

“I have learned some things from you mortals, much as a loathe to admit it.”

“Mmm…” you wiped a hand across your eyes. You could feel a headache coming on -- which was exactly what you needed. Maybe there were meds somewhere in the cabinets.

Pulling yourself to your feet, you began to sluggishly swing open cabinet doors, searching the dark shelves for familiar pill bottles. When you finally located them, they were on the very top shelf.

Of-fucking-course.

Why did all your roommates have to be freakishly tall?

Stretching up onto your tip-toes, you reached as far as you could, but your fingers barely brushed the shelf. With a muffled groan, you bonked your head onto the cabinet door and left it there. Maybe you’d pass out from exhaustion. It would have been a blessing, at this point.

But suddenly, you felt a presence looming behind you. Your breath caught in your throat, and yet you still didn’t move. Not even when Loki stepped closer to reach over your shoulder.

“What’ll it be? Pick your poison,” he said, his voice startlingly close, even though you’d already known he was there.

“Um… that one,” you pointed to a bottle and nodded when he laid a finger on it.

“Here you are,” he leaned towards your ear, retrieving the bottle and holding it out.

“Thanks,” you managed, noticing how cold his fingers were.

“Of course,” he replied, so casually that you had a hard time wrapping your head around it.

“Why are you being so nice?” you hadn’t meant to ask the question aloud, but there it was. And now you were left staring at Loki, who scrutinized you for a moment before turning to pull open the microwave door.

“I can go back to being my generally disagreeable self if you’d prefer,” he returned, obviously intending to sound like he was challenging you to a fight. But… somehow it didn’t. His usual bite fell short.

“No, I just… I mean there’s nothing wrong with the way normally are, I guess, it’s just…” you sighed. “I don’t know. Sorry.”

Slowly turning around, Loki looked at you like a cat looks at a mouse while he lazily stirred the contents of the mug.

“What did I promise you if you said that again?” he asked, arching an eyebrow.

Oh. Shit.

“Uhm…” your face grew hot, and you smiled nervously, hunching your shoulders.

But Loki only smirked and shook his head before tapping the spoon on the rim of the mug. Popping it into his mouth, he handed the mug to you.

“T-Thanks,” you whispered, feeling a swell of gratefulness. It made you want to cry again. “Really, thank you, Loki.”

The god crossed his arms, leaning back against the counter and looking smug. He pulled the spoon out of his mouth and pointed it at you.

“Your gratitude is much more endearing than your apologies,” he said, then tossed the spoon into the sink with a soft clang. You felt your face burning up, but oddly enough, you weren’t uncomfortable. Not exactly.

“Thanks, I guess?”

“Mm,” Loki hummed, arching an eyebrow almost lazily.

Feeling your legs grow tired, the fuzziness in your head not helping, you sunk back down onto the stool. If you hadn’t been so exhausted, you might have been shocked when Loki sat down next to you. Even though you were exhausted, you nearly did a double take before pulling yourself together.

Then it dawned on you that you weren’t the only one up in the middle of the night. Loki had been in the kitchen before you. Maybe he wasn’t sleeping well, either. An idea entered your mind, but you struggled with it for nearly a full minute before finally working up the courage to ask.

“Why are you up?”

Turning to look at him for the first time since he’d sat down, you saw Loki raise his eyebrows in acknowledgment of your question, giving you a sideways glance. It looked like he’d been spacing out, and suddenly you noticed the dark circles under his eyes -- a deep contrast against his pale skin.

“I… couldn’t sleep,” he offered, sounding like he wanted to be defensive but just couldn’t find the energy.

“I can see that,” you replied, your mouth twitching with a smirk.

His head swiveled around to give you an almost scandalized look, and he exhaled a quick, hoarse laugh. Soon, you were laughing too, leaning your head in your crossed arms. You could feel the heat radiating off your mug, and it lulled you into a sense of calm.

Shaking his head, Loki peered down at you again with… amusement? That was odd. You’d never seen him like this -- without all his illusions and facades -- and it made you worried.

“Seriously though,” you whispered, brow drawing together as you thumbed the handle of your mug. “You okay?”

When Loki looked down at you this time, his eyes were filled with a gentle, almost childlike confusion. Your question had obviously caught him off guard, and it was even more clear that he didn’t know how to respond to it. You could see his internal warfare as he looked away from you, scanning the kitchen and trying to make up his mind.

You, on the other hand, watched him with a gripping curiosity. Finally, his eyes found yours again, and you were intrigued to find shyness in them.

“Uhm… nightmares,” he said with a shake of his head, as if he were trying to brush away the seriousness of his answer. Like he was trying to convince you it was nothing.

“I’m sorry,” you said -- and both of you realized at the same time.

“That’s twice now that I ought to have chucked something at your head, little mortal,” he murmured, smirking wryly.

“Okay, well, I think I should get a pass for that last one,” you insisted, smiling right back at him.

But after a moment, both of your faces fell enough that you remembered where you were.

“I really am sorry, though. That you have nightmares,” you hesitantly offered, spinning the mug between your hands. You took a sip of the hot chocolate.

“It… is what it is,” Loki shrugged, and it was the first time you’d ever heard him sound so desperate.

“Still sucks,” you insisted.

“Yes,” he hesitantly agreed.

“Do you, uh, want some hot chocolate?” you suddenly asked, scooting the cup over to him. He looked at you like you’d lost your mind. “It won’t cure your nightmares, but it makes things a little better, at least."

Normally you would have never -- but then again, normally you wouldn’t be having this conversation at all. Not with Loki. But there was something about seeing him at this hour, seeing him so weary, that gave you the courage.

Loki’s jaw ticked as he seemed to try and work out a cunning remark or a rude response. But after a moment, he simply rolled his eyes and reached for the mug. You grinned proudly as he took a small sip, then went back for more.

“Told you,” you muttered, only grinning wider when he shot you a glower over the lip of the mug. “Hey, I’d still like some--” you reached for it when Loki didn’t stop, and he surrendered it with surprisingly little resistance.

“I could… make you a cup if you’d like?”

“That won’t be necessary,” Loki replied, but with a sense of gentleness. He gave you a hesitant smile.

You returned it with one of your own, then swirled the hot chocolate around in your mug before taking a sip. It was still warm and filled your stomach pleasantly. Without thinking, you passed the mug back to Loki. The god took it with a raised eyebrow, but he, too, seemed to relinquish all thoughts as he drank some more.

The two of you passed the mug back and forth until the last of the hot chocolate was gone.

“You make it better than I do,” you whispered, nodding to the empty mug. Loki glanced over at you, seemingly confused.

“I… don’t know whether to take that as a compliment or an insult,” he muttered, some of his characteristic humor returning. You snorted, picking up the mug and scooting back from the table.

He followed you with his eyes as you washed out the mug, setting it upside down on the drying rack. When you settled onto the stool next to him again, he was still watching you -- almost apprehensive about how much attention he was sending in your direction.

“I… don’t want to go back to my room,” you admitted, giving him a shy glance. “It’s weird, but… I just can’t.”

“No -- I, uh,” Loki cleared his throat, staring pointedly at the table. “I understand.”

The silence felt thick in the air as you hesitated to ask the question that had appeared on your tongue. When Loki finally looked up at you, eyebrows drawing together in hesitant anticipation, you found yourself asking it.

“What do you do, when…” you gestured vaguely to the kitchen. You wanted to know what he did when he couldn’t sleep. When he felt like he was losing his mind. When nothing felt real or even remotely okay.

As Loki watched you, you could see the wheels turning behind his eyes. And then, with a distant smile, he held out his hand.

“Come on,” he said as you placed your palm against his. “I’ll show you. But I’m afraid it’s a little underwhelming.”

“I don’t think you could ever be underwhelming, Loki,” you murmured, and he stopped to give you a strange look before leading you out into the hallway.

His ‘underwhelming’ way of dealing with his insomnia was… sitting in the common area and reading. There was a small bookshelf to the far right of the room, hidden away in a corner that was rarely visited by any of the other Avengers. Now that you thought of it, you don’t ever recall seeing Loki in this room during daylight hours.

“It’s quiet here, at night,” he said as if reading your mind. “I much prefer it to the alternative.”

“The alternative being you having to socialize?”

“You said it, darling, not me,” he returned with a smirk, and you settled down onto the couch.

Sighing, you pulled your legs up underneath you and patted the empty cushion. Loki drew back, grimacing a bit, but after seeming to consider it for a moment, he lowered himself next to you.

“This is kinda nice,” you admitted, leaning back against the cushion. You were so far beyond exhausted, you probably could have fallen asleep in a subway station or standing up in a broom closet like some vampire. Anywhere but your room, it seemed.

“Isn’t it?” Loki smiled softly, tilting his head to look over at you. He was so beautiful in the darkness. He was always beautiful, but there was something different about him when he was bathed in moonlight.

“Hey, uhm… thank you. For… all of this.” You fidgeted with the fabric of your pants, staring into your lap and hoping he somehow wouldn’t notice your blatant nervousness.

“You’re welcome, little mortal,” he replied and you smirked at the name.

As the minutes passed, you settled further and further into the couch. Loki made a book appear out of nowhere and began to flip through it. It wasn’t long before all traces of your anxiety were gone, replaced instead with a sort of calm that seemed to radiate around the god. Around the God of Mischief, no less. Irony at its finest -- but something you were very grateful for.

You don’t remember your socked feet brushing against Loki’s thigh as you got more comfortable. You didn’t see the look, the way he watched you and all your tiny shifts, little rearrangements. You don’t recall the exact moment that you drifted off to sleep, only the warm, content feeling that filled your limbs, settling comfortably in the cavity of your chest.

The next morning, the rest of the Avengers would wake up and go about their business, completely unaware of you and Loki in the common area, slumped into each other, fast asleep.

[edoro]

so one thing i really liked about the episode is that scene where Hunter starts crying in the basement of the shack after Luz tells him he’s family and she wants to keep him safe

it just... it means a lot. it really resonated. i think it was beautifully done and am specifically deeply enamored of some of the less ‘traditional’ comfort scene aspects of it.

(under a cut bc it got long)

Hunter is a person for whom it’s never been safe to have or openly express emotions like that. vulnerability has always been dangerous. the Emperor’s Coven was a nest of vipers, his uncle was a manipulative emotionally abusive monster, and he’s always been viewed as a spoiled child who was handed a position he didn’t earn or deserve and therefore had to work twice as hard to be taken seriously (and no one really took him seriously even then.)

it’s never been safe for Hunter to cry. crying is a weakness. crying is something that someone can use against him. “i was never afraid as the Golden Guard” -> he repressed all of his negative emotions like fear, sadness, uncertainty, unhappiness, etc so tightly that he didn’t even consciously know they were there (meanwhile it is obvious to the viewer that Hunter is both miserable and terrified pretty much 100% of the time) and didn’t have to acknowledge them and could avoid expressing them in order to survive an extremely dangerous, wildly unsafe situation in which his actual life and physical health/wellbeing were at stake

this is a pretty common reaction to a prolonged, inescapable traumatic situation, especially one where any displays of emotion are used against you. you shut down, you numb out, you learn how to turn your feelings off or bury them so deeply that you don’t even know they’re there, just so you can get through it, and often while you’re in the situation you feel like you’re Basically Fine until you’re out of it and can recognize, by contrast, how intensely miserable you were

anyway though the point is that Hunter is someone whose vulnerable emotions are very tightly repressed, and in that moment, he just completely loses control over it. he’s scared, he’s away from his abuser, he’s been slowly learning how to enjoy things and actually like his life instead of just enduring it, and for the first time in his life someone just offered him unconditional acceptance and care

it just really resonates with me! like it’s SO heartwrenching what makes it happen, how unloved and unwanted and unsafe he must have always felt before, but also... i like how quick it is.

how he tries to keep it under control. the way he looks away, how he doesn’t even blink, how he tries not to let her know he’s crying and STARTS crying very quietly until a sob slips out and he can’t help it anymore

how it’s just this quick intense burst of sobbing and then he gets it back under control, because he’s had to learn how to do that, how to quickly put the metaphorical mask back on. very relatable - when you’ve been through the kind of emotional abuse Hunter has, it’s almost involuntary to do that, to just stop yourself from crying as soon as something breaks through the layers of repression to make you actually get to that point where tears come out

Hunter is still very early in his recovery process and when you’ve spent so long so disconnected from your own fear and grief, it’s HARD to let yourself feel them, and you can only handle doing it for very short periods of time before all those subconscious defense mechanisms kick in and make you stop again

and i love the way Luz just... lets him be. Hunter doesn’t like being touched, he doesn’t like being grabbed, he clearly struggles to talk about things that affect him deeply or hurt - for him, it wouldn’t be comforting if Luz tried to hug him or talk to him about it. what she does is give him emotional and physical space, while still being there for him, and she offers him brief and easily rebuffed/escaped contact and lets him be the one to deepen it by leaning in against her - and she doesn’t really look directly at him, either, doesn’t force him to meet her eyes

she acknowledges it and comforts him without forcing some kind of discussion or confrontation on him, she lets him have space while still being present, and when it’s done she moves on without pushing or prodding or questioning him

as someone who would almost rather die than have someone see me cry and who DEFINITELY does not want to talk about it or be touched or really have it acknowledged in any way if i can help it, and who has had people in the past switch very quickly from trying to comfort me to getting mad at me when i told them what they were doing was making it worse, it just really means a lot to me to see that kind of scene?

like what Luz did was so caring and loving and comforting for him, it took his actual needs and desires into account, it means SO much to me to see that, it was such a good scene, UGH

[rukkiya]

welcome home

(thoma x reader)

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The mission failed, the one Ayato and Thoma both worked so hard on had failed miserably. Thoma could only blame himself for the mess, accidentally overlooking the biggest key point only for it to all come back come back and hit them ten fold. He felt horrible, for the outcome and how much damage was done. The Yashiro Commission took a big hit, many men were left gravely injured or worse because of something that was so easily overlooked. Honestly, anyone could’ve missed it, Ayato missed it himself, he didn’t dare put all the blame on Thoma, but of course Thoma thought otherwise.

Thoma himself was in no way shape or form fine, in fact he himself took a heavy blow which led him to coming home with a broken arm and black and blue bruises littering his skin. The sight alone made you bite the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from crying in front of him, you can tell by the way he’s avoiding your gaze that he’s upset and hurt.

He only walked in like usual, this time though not uttering a single word or announcing he was home like he’d usually do. You were in the kitchen preparing dinner and heard him stumbling in. When you reached the door he was on his knees staring at the floor with a distant look in his eyes, the man before you didn’t look like Thoma at all.

“W-What happened Thoma?” You breathed out, too scared to talk any louder and startle him as he already looked scared.

No response, the silence only grew louder along with your worry. Who could’ve done this? Who hurt him like this? Why isn’t he answering me?

You slowly take a step closer, kneeling down to further inspect his injuries, you slowly extend your hand to his face and see dry blood “Thom-“

“Stop. Please.” He swiftly moved from your touch, brushing your hand away with his good arm, getting up like nothing ignoring his aching body.

He couldn’t face you, he felt ashamed, felt unworthy, he messed up, it's all his fault. Now what if things get even worse, what if they get you too? The bad guys that got away, what if they target you because he couldn’t stop them? What if they hurt you? What if they get everyone else? What about Ayato and Ayaka? Thomas' mind hasn’t had a let up since the incident, only falling deeper and deeper into a dark pit that he couldn’t see his way out of.

“Let me bandage you up properly, you're still bleeding, you don’t have to tell me what happened if you're not ready but let me help you at least, please?” You quickly rose with him, stopping in front of him before he could walk any further as you didn’t want to accidentally grab him where he was hurt.

“No need to, just leave me alone.” Thoma’s eyes started burning, he didn’t deserve any help, not after what he’s done, he needs to pay for his mistakes so be it if he is beaten and bruised, it could be worse. It’s nothing compared to the lives that were lost during this, the lives that were in his hands that he so easily let slip through his fingers.

Thoma’s head fell to his hands, gripping his hair tightly as he tried to hold back his sobs that wanted to escape since it all went down. “I-I don’t need help ok, they needed it more I wasn’t there.” Thomas voice cracked and you felt your heart break. You knew he was blaming himself for something he had no control over.

“Hey hey, no Thoma don’t, please don’t hurt yourself anymore. I don’t know what happened out there love and I’m sorry for what you had to go through, but please let me help you right now, you don’t have to tell me, but if you do then please feel free I’ll listen, but I need you to stop pulling your hair.” You whisper to him, hands gently wrapping around his wrist and pulling them away.

Thoma looks down at you, his sad eyes meeting your worried ones for the first time tonight only making his walls completely crumble. Thoma’s head found its way to the crook of your neck as his hands gently gripped your shoulders for support which you gladly lent him. He couldn’t hold in his sobs, not when his heart felt so heavy. The look in your eyes made him finally break.

It made him think of the look of horror that the fallen mens families would have on their faces when they hear the news of their loved ones' lives being lost and he imagines how you would be torn upon hearing the news if you were in their position. He feels bad for trying to push you away when he got home but he couldn’t face you because he felt scared that you might look at him with disappointed eyes instead, with judgmental eyes that screamed “all your fault” but he should’ve known better, you would never look at him like that, you’re the most understanding person he knows and the look in your eyes never fails to show the amount of love you carry for him every time he meets your gaze.

He ignores the pain shooting through his broken arm and his bruised ribs as he fully engulfed you in his arms, he could’ve lost his life just as easily as the other men but he somehow miraculously made it out alive and though his heart felt heavy for the fallen men and the grave miscalculations that he’s made, he couldn’t be more happy than to be able to hold you right here, right now, he only breaths in your scent and hopes that for many day here on out he can get to hold you close like this. Hoping you’d never have to get told he’s passed because of a mistake ever.

“Thoma love, let’s get you bandaged yeah? I won’t pester you to tell me what happened but I want you to know I’m more than relieved your ok, archons thank goodness you're here. ” You pull away slightly looking up at his tear and blood stained face as you gently cup one side still supporting him so he won't collapse. “Thank you for coming home Thoma, for managing to escape what was thrown at you and coming back, though badly injured you’re still here and that’s all that matters to me.” You whisper, leaning up and giving him a quick kiss, tasting blood and salty tears mixed on his lips. Thoma only closed his eyes at the feeling, nodding his head as you gently take him to your shared room to bandage him up. Though Thoma is known to be selfless and he carries the weight of the Yashiro Commission and many other burdens, he knows that he has you, you who is always there to support him and help him stand back up when he feels like he can’t, and though he doesn’t say it aloud because he’s not quite ready to talk at the moment, he looks at you with so much tender love in his eyes as you bandage him up because you do the one thing no one else has ever done, you put Thoma first.

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authors note: hewwooo!! I wasn’t going to post this week bc I was kinda having trouble with who to write for lol but I decided that it’s time for Thoma to shine hehe everyone’s favorite pretty househusband!! I do hope I did him well it’s pretty angsty but this man needs more love fr so it’s a comfort fic just for him hehe. Also, reminder that my ask box is open so please feel free to leave any story suggestions and I will gladly write them!! I do hope you are all staying safe and hydrated and I hope you enjoy! <33

[bluesprng]

( ♱ ) someone else.

muse: 05, txt rated: g requested: yes a/n: enjoy, don't enjoy - i don't really care ♡ not at all beta'd. ♡ txt when you've fallen out of love with them for someone else.

( ♡ ) yeonjun //

sitting across from you, yeonjun was confused, to say the least. part of him wondered where he'd gone wrong and the other part was angry at you for looking at someone else. could he blame you though? no. he was usually pretty verbal about how he felt but kept everything in a tone that never caused a confrontation - he didn't want you to have secrets, regardless of if they'd cause something. over the last two years, he thought he was doing a good job and you would have agreed; arguments with him were settled easily because neither of you wanted to fight. this though, this made him want to scream and cry and yell - he wanted to fight about it, fight for you but he couldn't.

he didn't want to admit it but he could see in the way you looked at him that there wasn't anything to fight for at that point. he could easily recall how it looked when you were both deeply in love but it wasn't there anymore; why would he make you miserable fighting you on something you didn't want?

'as long as he takes care of you.'

( ♡ ) soobin //

soobin wasn't sure how to react. he was pretty good at handling his emotions most days, not much bothering him, but this.. broke his heart. his response came with questions and the urge to make promises. was he not doing enough? had he failed to show he loved you? in the end, it wasn't something you could control. he thought you were his soulmate while you had fallen out of love not long ago. he was thankful you didn't try to lead him on and were honest; he would never get mad at anyone for being honest with him. he would absolutely cry, looking down at his hands while he listened to you and he would, he would listen to every word trying to reason with it in his head.

he would fight it the best he could, trying to counter what you said but it was a state of denial; no one wants to be told there's someone else taking the person you love from them. he would accept your comfort, hugging you tightly as you apologized - he wouldn't accept it.

'how can you apologize for being in love? just because it isn't with me.. doesn't mean you should apologize. be happy.'

( ♡ ) beomgyu //

the first thought in beomgyu's head would be the thought that haunted him most of his career, throughout all of his relationships; am i not good enough? he would think back to every date, your first kiss, the first time you slept together, etc. he would play all of it over in his head trying to find where he messed up and it would take a while for you to semi convince him that it wasn't his fault; he would never one hundred percent believe it wasn't him. he wouldn't fight you, he wouldn't have the will to. as bad as it sounds, he would end up caving in on himself and blaming himself for letting someone else take you away.

you weren't heartless and would sit with him, like you always did, and reassure him that those terrible thoughts weren't true. it wasn't that he didn't believe you but sometimes, he couldn't get out of what his demons told him. he wouldn't become cold or hateful but he would become quiet, offering your hand a soft squeeze before you left.

'i'm sorry i let you down.'

( ♡ ) taehyun //

taehyun knew before you ever got the courage to tell him and eventually, he sat you down to speak about it. he knew you weren't cheating but he knew you didn't feel the same; he could see it all over you. you would explain that time had gone by and you found yourself in the company of someone else and at one point, your heart changed; he would understand. he knew that love wasn't something to be controlled and it was the fault of neither of you; you didn't just decide not to love him anymore and he wasn't going to blame himself or you for that. he could see that it was bothering you with every word of your confession and smiled, quieting you.

it hurt, of course it did, he was in love with you but there was nothing he could do. there could come a day in which you returned to him, considering how fickle love could be, but if what made you happy and kept you healthy was letting you leave, he would do that.

'i'll always be here, okay?'

( ♡ ) hueningkai //

kai was confused. he would be a mix of everyone and not really know how to handle it in the proper manner. he wouldn't yell or scream at you, he wouldn't get aggressive; everyone was quite positive he didn't even have the wiring to become aggressive. he did tear up however but he'd never let those tears fall, he didn't want to seem like he couldn't handle it but he'd never been in such a situation before. break ups were one thing but having the person you thought you'd be with forever, look at you and say they had fallen in love with someone else? he didn't really know how to process it. he would accept his fate and honestly,

he wouldn't really be able to hug you this time, he didn't think he'd make it if he did and he wanted to let you go without causing more stress to either of you. he just gave you a small smile and a wave.

'i hope you're always happy.'

[talltales-shortstories]

Tales untold..

Several weeks and many, many, many miles brought Harper to a small village deep within the Stormheim mountains. The Vykrul of these mountains, while generally violent towards outsiders, shared a small history with the mongrel and his imprisoned friends. A history Harper didn't like to discuss with anyone, even those dearest to him. The village was supposed to be nestled back against the mountains to his left, if he kept following them, the mutt was certain he'd run into it eventually. Harper was just beginning to wonder if his memory wasn't as sharp as he thought when he was met with spears, swords, and axes, the weapons stopping short of turning him into mincemeat. He looked up to several pairs of red glowing eyes, clearing his throat. "Quite the welcome.. I was hoping for flowers, maybe a cake." No smiles. Naturally. "Ahem.. right.. er... Kalfr?" He said, uncertain if he'd pronounced it right. "Um.. Kalfr?" The mutt said again. Red eyes shifted, grunts and whispered words in their tongue were shared. Thankfully the weapons were finally lowered and large hands took him by each arm, lifting him from the ground and marching him through the trees that lined the rough path the mongrel had taken to get here. "Ah, yes, thank you. I was a little tired from my travels. Appreciate the help. Oh! That's new!" He pointed, as best he could while his arms were trapped, at a random tree. "Really spruces up the place. You simply must get me in touch with your decorator." The march stopped and he found himself face to face with one of the Vykrul holding him. "I'll shut up." He nodded, pressing his lips tightly together. Though the rest of their march was done in silence, Harper fidgeted in their grasp, struggling to both keep his mouth shut and remain still. A feat he was beginning to think he was going to miserably fail when he finally saw the entrance to the village he'd been seeking. Standing at the entrance, flanked by two guards, stood a Vykrul that was nearly a full head taller than the others around him. While the others were dressed in simple furs and leathers, he was dressed in a robe made of another type of skin altogether. One that made Harper's own skin crawl. He was set down before the massive Vykrul and in their tongue his helpful guides exchanged words with each other. "I told you never to come back here, Harper. Remember?"

FINALLY! The common tongue. "Kalfr.. I don't quite remember it that way. I believe what you told me is I'd never make it out alive if I ever returned."

Kalfr sighed, waving the others away as he placed a hand on the mutt's head and waited until they were alone before he continued. "I know why you are here. And I will tell you the same thing I have told others. There's no cure." "And yet.. you and your people aren't out savagely ripping every living thing to shreds. There may not be a cure, but you've certainly figured out how to control it." Harper said, attempted to wiggle out from under the hand that completely covered his head.

"Some can.. some can't. As you know." He raised his hand, letting Harper make some space between them. "It takes a strong will to fight the urges. My people struggle with this every day. You know what you have to do, you have known this long before you found yourself here."

"I don't want to kill them." Harper muttered, kicking at the dirt as he shook his head. "It feels like a lifetime ago since before all this happened. I've spent every coin I have and pulled in every favor and I'm still facing the only choice I don't want to make."

"You came all this way for nothing. I can't help you. And while I should kill you, it's because of you that I hold the position I do now." Kalfr was looking back to the village. Harper thought back to before this all began, back to a time when he'd not have made it within a thousand feet of this place without being eaten alive. "Svevurhald would have been our end, his hunger and thirst for more power was too great. Under me.. my people have thrived. We are able to uphold our traditions and keep ourselves close to the old ways while learning to maintain our new existence discretely."

Harper cursed under his breath. "My friends are.. I don't know how to describe it. It's like they.. they.." "It's like they are animals, beasts." Kalfr finished Harper's sentence. "They may be too far gone. Say your goodbyes, give them a good death." The Vykrul turned away from him now, "I must go back to my people. And Harper.. do not return here again." He turned away from the Vykrul, cursing under his breath as he tore open a hole through time and space went in before it crashed closed behind him. Back where he didn't wish to be, where only pain now remained. The cave felt different now, the air heavy, and his heart felt even heavier. Two pairs of glowing red eyes floated in the distance. Lore and Beryl, their fate, live or die, was coming with each hesitant step.

The lantern glowed in his hands as Harper crossed the mirror-like floor, reflecting the pain and regret that etched every line of his face. The torches came to life as he placed the lanterns ring on the hook, his reflection dancing off of every surface as he pulled the mask from its place and pulled it firmly over his face. The thick black haze just beyond the bars faded as Harper sat down on the stool.

"Another pointless meeting, rodent?" Lore spat, his hands still bandaged from their previous encounter. Beryl stood beside him, her arm wrapped around Lore's waist.

"No retort?" Beryl hummed, her smile faded as Harper's silence continued.

"Our last pointless meeting.." Lore turned away from the bars. "Get it over with, you've kept us prisoner here long enough."

"Harper.. dearest.." Beryl was just beyond the bars, their protective wards humming at her close proximity. "Look at this logically.. we haven't been out there in all this time, haven't fed, haven't attempted to leave."

"Because we can't leave, that bastard made sure of it." Lore glared over his shoulder at the mongrel who still didn't break his silence.

"Bite your tongue, Lore!" Beryl snapped, rearranging her features to the soft curves and warm smile that was a mockery of the memory they once held. "Darling.. please. We can control it, we can. Trust me. Please."

Harper remained silent for a few moments more, watching her face through the mask as it twitched, struggling to maintain the expression it held. "Show me your arms. Both of you."

The elves beyond the bars froze still as statues.

"Show me. And I will set you free." He paused, head tilting slowly to the right, eyes darting between the elves. "Ignoring all the threats each time I've been here, ignoring the piles of bodies I had to hide before I put you both here. If you show me your arms and the flesh is pristine, I will set you free."

They made no move to do as he asked, causing Harper to sigh heavily as he pulled the mask off letting it clatter onto the floor. Instantly both pairs of crimson eyes focused on him.

"Open the cage." Lore spoke first, "Open the cage and lay down on the floor."

"Yes, Harper, open the cage, be a good dear and do as we say." Beryl chimed in.

Harper slid from the stool as if in a trance, slowly making his way towards the wall beside the bars.

"I get the first taste." Lore was practically drooling as Harper's hand lifted.

"Damn that. Together. You'll drink him dry before I even get a turn and we don't know where we are, it could be days before we come across another living soul." Beryl was bouncing on the balls of her feet. Like Lore, her eyes were focused intently on Harper's hand mere inches from their freedom.

"I wish I could believe you. And I wish you hadn't tried to do what you just did." Harper moved away from the wall to stand before the bars. "Magic of any kind doesn't work here, it's warded as such. The mask was merely a final test. I'd hoped I wouldn't have to feel the betrayal I now feel, that you would use your curse to attempt to force me to free you so you could feed on me. I'd hoped against all hope, prayed to every god I'd ever read about, begged and pleaded to whatever would listen that my friends... my family.. wouldn't cut me this deeply."

The elves watched him, the pair slowly backing away from the bars, hands balled into fists, teeth bared, preparing for a fight they were sure they could win. And they certainly could.

"I wanted to give my friends a good death, a proper send off if I couldn't find a cure. I'd planned to spend the next week singing the old songs we used to sing, playing your favorite pieces with my violin and toasting your passing. The mountains and the sky would have learned your tales and songs, my music would have echoed through this land for the two people who used to be the most important things in my life." Harper made his way back to the wall beside the cell, lifting his hand once more.

"But those friends died a long time ago. And your tales that I have told over the years you've been here were a better send off than I could ever give them." He looked at each of them in turn, a single tear rolling down his cheek. "These shells wearing Lore and Beryl's faces are nothing to mourn, your tales will end on our last night together beneath the stars sitting in that crow's nest sailing towards the Broken Isles. We sang, we laughed, we were family. That night is the end of our tale."

"And this is the end of you.. this is your tomb. In time the magic holding this place together will fail, the air will be sucked out of here and you will choke, suffocate, and die. When I leave here for the last time the wards keeping this place whole will shut down one by one. Enjoy your last moments and think about what could have been. Goodbye."

Harper placed his hand against the wall beside the bars, the thick black haze reforming, muffling their screams and curses as he turned away. He collected the mask from the floor and the lamp from the hook, making his way back towards the threshold that formed the line between where the prison began and the only place within the cave that magic could be used. The torches went out, the only light remaining coming from the lamp.

As he crossed the threshold Harper threw the lamp against the floor, shattering it. "Commence... shut down." He choked the words out as the opening slowly began to close, sealing the prison behind the same crystalline reflective surface. "Seal the cave." A portal opened, revealing a familiar shoreline, the sounds of seagulls and crashing waves meeting him. Harper stepped through the portal for the last time as he heard the cave behind him crumble. The portal flickered, giving him one last glimpse before it closed for good.

He held the mask in his hands, thumbs brushing the surface as he stared at his reflection. A smile pulled at his lips and the mongrel threw the mask with all his might into the sea.

[limitlessgojo]

Too Much to Handle

Type: One-Shot (Completed)

Warnings: NSFW !!! , Explicit Content

Tags: Orgasm Denial, Smut, Slight Angst, Hurt/ Comfort, Fluff, BDSM, Edging, Crying, Creampie, Pwp

Word Count: 2.3k

Summary: Noritoshi edges you every single night for 5 days. But edging you repeatedly, may not have been the best idea.

You currently have a very pleasant sex life with Noritoshi, your beloved boyfriend. Everything was in place. Trust, mood, and of course, safe words.

Adzuki (red beans) to stop. Matcha to slow down. Simple as that and usually nothing went wrong in the bedroom. You were on birth control pills, which made it so much easier for the both of you.

"Hey, how do you feel about orgasm denial?" Noritoshi asks you one night. You've been curious about it, knowing that you have good stamina and a solid track record of being patient.

"Sounds okay," You shrugged. You've done all sorts of things with him already in bed, and so far you've loved every single one. "Why not?"

Oh you were going to eat those words of yours.

You both agreed to edging you and only you for 4 days, while Noritoshi got to come over your body at the end of every session. He loves seeing you covered in him. Smelling like him.

You enjoyed it at first, loving it when he pumps his cum over your lips. Then you suck the head of his cock into your mouth, taking in as much cum as you can. His soft groans and praises make you light up.

He carefully thrusts two fingers into you, pumping in and out while he presses a vibrator against your clit. Removing them everytime you come near climax.

He was able to watch and experiment with your body a lot. Knowing exactly where your sweet spots are, and what makes you cum.

Noritoshi found it simply divine. Hearing you sob and moan his name so beautifully. Begging and promising to do anything in exchange to cum. Your hips lifting and following the vibrator everytime he moves his hands. Pink pussy watery and so wet, but unable to cum. Twitching and fluttering around nothing.

How your mouth waters as you stare at his long fingers.

He gives you consolation from time to time, letting you suck either his fingers or his dick. He also leaves sloppy wet kisses in your inner thigh and against the skin around your clit, making your hips push up.

You fall back against the bed after every session. His cuddles and kisses trying to cover up for the aching feeling down between your legs.

But on the night of the 4th day, you were at your limit. It was actually so frustrating to be edged, only to be stopped. It was difficult to fall asleep after.

You were miserable and horny, but incredibly excited for the next night.

Only for Noritoshi to suggest something else the next day, "Do you think you can try for one more night?" He asked.

You gulped, seeing him look not so secretly pleased. 'He looks like he's really enjoying this. I don't wanna disappoint him.'

"Don't worry, I'll let you come tonight. I just have some ideas in mind, but I wanted it to be a surprise." He smirked.

"Okay. I'll be good for you." You meekly answered. His smile was so warm and loving, you forgot about your needs for a bit, hugging him tight.

"Such a good girl for me darling. I love you."

"I love you too Toshi."

But you were at wits end later that night. Stark naked, with the addition of handcuffs and some ropes to hold you down. Your legs spread far apart, exposing your quivering cunt.

It's been 2 hours of edging. Scratch that, it's been 5 nights. You were close to breaking.

You sobbed for the millionth time that week as Noritoshi kissed your pussy and sat back to pause.

He pressed the vibrator against your clit, watching as your legs shook, only to remove it as you started trembling.

"You can't come yet." He said softly, yet firmly.

"Why not?" You gasped. "I've been so good for you."

Noritoshi's eyebrows raised. "Because I say so." Edging you multiple more times. He was so focused on your body that he failed to see tears streaming down against your temples.

"Toshiii," You were full on sobbing and shaking. "Please let me cum. Adzuki! Adzuki! I can't do this anymore! Adzuki!"

Static white noise.

Noritoshi heard his pulse thunder against his ears upon hearing you use your safe word. Never had you ever used it before. Not even when he tied you up and fucked you over 5 rounds that one night until you were a sobbing drooling mess.

"Nuh-no more!! No! Don't want!" You babbled and shook your head, trying to move away from him.

His heart broke to see you like this.

He dropped everything, undoing your ties and massaging your limp arms, pulling you close as you cried frustratedly into his chest, cuddling and frantically hushing you.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." You were apologising as you shook your head and pushed him away.

No. This was not how it was supposed to go.

"Baby I'm the one who's sorry. Shhhhh, Toshi is here. Okay, I'll stop, I'll make you cum. I promise." He rushed the words out in a hurry.

"I'm sorry," You kept repeating apologies, crying and shaking your head. You didn't seem to hear a word he was saying.

He pressed his lips tenderly into yours and breathed air into your mouth. "Follow my breaths." He commanded.

That tone. He used that voice you could never resist listening to and following. So you slowed down your breathing until you matched his pace. He rubbed slow circles onto your back.

"You're such a good girl. The best, my one and only angel," he softly cooed. You preened, feeling yourself slip further into a subspace. Your head felt so foggy.

"Why are you apologising?" He asked gently as he finally notices your tears and wipes it away.

Your lips started trembling, " buh-Because I cuh-couldn't do it anymore. I'm not *hic* good enough for yuh-you. I wuh-wanted to come but you…. said… hold off longer… can't-" you started breathing heavily again but he kissed you to distract you.

"No, no that's not your fault. That's mine for not taking care of you properly. I pushed you way past your limits. I'm sorry. You are more than enough for me, you know that. Can you forgive Toshi?" He nuzzled into the side of your face.

Deep inside, Noritoshi was actually losing it. Mentally slapping himself for letting you feel this way to the point you had to use a safe word. He never wanted you to feel this way with him.

"But I wuh-want t-to feel good together with you. I can handle maybe 3 days of no cumming, but 5 is too much," You hiccuped.

"Yes, I'm sorry. I know that now. Whatever you want, I'll do for you now. Okay?"

You looked up at him with the biggest eyes ever, his heart clenched. "Anything?"

"Anything. As long as it won't hurt the both of us, I'll do it for you." He promised.

For someone who was so desperate to come, he watched you become shy. But the words that came out weren't, "Make love to me. Cum inside me Toshi." You begged him.

"Okay, if that's what you want." He quickly set to removing his clothes and fixed the bed, making sure you were as comfortable as you could be.

"Like this. I wanna face you. Stay close." You whimpered, holding out two hands.

Missionary position. Noritoshi's and your personal favorite, because of how intimate it is. He pushes your legs far apart, revealing your aching hole.

You were still loose from the stretching he did earlier, but there was a slight burn as he entered you. You welcomed it wholeheartedly.

His cock was inside. His cock was inside of you. Finally!

You teared up again, wanting this for so long.

"Shhhh," he tried to calm you down as you cried some more.

"So happy, you're finally inside of me Toshi," You sniffed.

Distantly, Noritoshi thought he heard something like a tightly coiled string snap. You looked absolutely delectable right now. Pussy a bright red and your face a teary mess.

He was rock hard down there as he started out with deep and shallow thrusts.

"Yes, yes, more, give" You moaned, hooking your legs around his waist to prevent him from pulling all the way out.

"Anything for my angel." Noritoshi sucked on that tender part of skin under your ear.

You felt him glide in and out of you and it was such a relief against your vaginal walls.

You went on like that with him for a while, with Noritoshi stroking your cheek, making sure you felt good as he started to move faster.

But something felt off. "Toshi," You cried.

"What is it baby?" He looked over you in alarm.

"Can't cum. Don't know. Feels weird." Your body wasn't used to it anymore, the sensations feeling familiar but not exactly the same as before.

You felt absolutely horrible, your body was at that knife's edge of tipping into orgasm, but it wouldn't.

"Listen to me okay? Let it happen. Do you trust me? Do you trust your Toshi?"

You looked up into his eyes, and was surprised by their intensity. So dark. His hair, his eyes, his expression. His focus was 120% on you. On making you feel good.

You loved that about Noritoshi. He was incredibly sincere and pure hearted about everything he did. "Yes I trust you. I love you."

"I love you too Angel. Hold on tight." He let you grip onto his shoulders as he held onto your hips and started slamming his hips up and down, driving his cock so deep like it never did before.

He watched as you yelped at a certain angle, and changed his thrusts to hit that soft spot deep inside.

Your arms shot out to grab the sheets beside you as you keened, feeling intense pleasure while Noritoshi hits your G spot repeatedly.

"Please, please," You whined, tears falling past your cheeks, breaths uneven.

"There there now. Toshi is here. You're allowed to cum anytime. I will give it to you." He kissed away your tears and pressed close as he continued to pound into you.

Your breath hitched, feeling him poke against your tummy. "Toshii, I ugh-" you started to lose coherence as you felt a wild spark of heat down below.

"Let go." Noritoshi refused to come before you did, holding off his orgasm despite how your velvety wet insides molded and squeezed him perfectly.

He reached down with one hand to furiously rub your clit, lighting up all the nerves in your body. He used his cursed technique to move faster and faster, hips moving at an unearthly pace.

"Toshiiii-ahhhhn!" You screamed as your body violently convulsed, your pussy creaming around his cock and contracting madly as you finally came. It was the hardest and most intense one that you've ever experienced.

"That's it, my angel, come for me." He praised you as your screams increased in pitch and volume. He held you down as you thrashed about, not wanting you to slip off of him.

You tightened so much that it almost made him cum right away. Almost.

Noritoshi hooked his arms around your legs as he chased off his own orgasm. Skin slapping harshly against skin. He pushed in at a deeper angle.

"Yesyesyes," You moaned despite still reeling from your orgasm high. "Fuck me, fuck yes, more!"

Noritoshi was practically snarling as he continued pummeling into you, finally cumming and stuffing you full. "So tight! You've been so good for me, and look at you. You're perfect baby."

You trembled even harder upon feeling his dick throb and the cum slosh inside of you.

"Are you still coming? You're such a good girl, coming on my cock like this. So pretty." He grinded deeper and continued playing with your clit and nipples, making you twitch as you rode out your second orgasm gently.

You made sounds of choking and gasping which made him slow down. "Is that too much for you? It's okay baby. It's okay."

You tried to reply, but all that came out was a string of incoherent sounds, like a baby's babbling. Noritoshi smiled.

He made you cum 4 more times and stuffed you well past your capacity, feeling his seed seep out of your cunny and run down your ass. Pressing you down against the mattress as he rutted into you as he continued spurting loads inside of you.

You refused to let him pull out even when he grew soft.

"Stay."

And so Noritoshi did, because he promised you anything you wanted.

You sniffed quietly, but he heard it of course. "Baby" He cooed as he held you closer, but you refused to look into his eyes.

"Don't tell me you're still mad?"

You pouted, but shook your head. "I agreed to it. I wanted to be so good for you-"

"You are," he cut you. "You are so good. 5 days as opposed to the original 4 nights. I really was supposed to make you come tonight. And you did so well to make it this far, but I won't push you to do something like this anymore. It's my fault for extending it."

You shut your eyes. "I thought you would be disappointed if I told you I couldn't do it. You looked so excited to try out so much stuff in the bedroom." You bit your lip hard, but he reached out to stop you from doing that.

You sucked on his fingers while he pressed his lips against your forehead. "I won't be disappointed if you tell me no. I need to know the extent of your boundaries, so we can work out what's best for the both of us. Don't think I'd leave you for someone else who could last a week without cumming just because. That's not how I feel. I want to experiment with you and you only. You understand?"

You finally looked up at him and you were shocked to see how worried he was. Eyebrows all scrunched up. A big frown on his face. You kissed him, "I understand."

He pressed in closer. "Good girl. Such a good girl for Toshi. I'm so proud of you."

You let out a sob at that. And he patted your back as you cried off whatever heaviness you had left inside of your chest, emotional baggage now a lot lighter.

"You're right. I was scared you'd leave for someone who could handle you better in bed." You whispered after you finally calmed down.

"Mmm, not gonna happen. Ever. You're stuck with me. Forever."

"Forever sounds nice Toshi."

Author's Notes: When I say that I'm so down bad for Noritoshi, I legit am on Noritoshi brain rot. And me being stuck at home with a lockdown is definitely fueling this XD. I'm supposed to be working on Blood Bound, but I couldn't help but write this because I felt the sudden urge to.

Hope you enjoyed reading! - Mon

[raggaraddy]

Can you please do a yandere hyung line reaction to MC being jealous and tries to hide it ( For jin could you please make it as his wife has come back for a short holiday or something)

A/N: My brain did not want to do the writing thing the last couple of days, but I got there. I think these stories are good? but somehow they all ended up a bit soft. I hope you like them though 🤞 because it was a great request! Thank you 💜💜💜

@blacksnow160

Summary: Hyung line reaction when you get jealous.

Trigger warning: Smut, violence, blood-drinking, murder, abuse, yandere themes.

Alpha! Namjoon

Normally you didn't consider yourself clingy. You enjoyed your personal space and your time alone. But at the same time, you've also become accustomed to Namjoon dropping everything to take care of you. This entire week though, he's been preoccupied with a territorial issue, and the last 3 nights he hasn't even come to bed.

Leaving you feeling a little discarded, to say the least.

Nevertheless, you're a mature adult, and you were able to let it go with the knowledge that Namjoon is an Alpha who has responsibilities and knowing that he would still rather be with you.

It is, however, a comfort that you have trouble holding on to whenever you see the new girl around him. It's not like you're jealous. It's just that she doesn't seem to know how to behave respectfully or appropriately around Namjoon. She always stands too close or looks at him a bit too much, and she's way too touchy. Only his elbow, arm, or shoulder. But it's like, get your fucking hands off him.

Rationally, you know Joon is your mate and you own his heart, mind, and body. Still, it doesn't stop you from tossing restlessly, laying in bed at 2 am, once again alone. The two things added together making you feeling sour. Feeling sick of being sent away while this other girl gets to stick around being way too familiar with your Boyfriend.

Coming downstairs in your pyjamas, you weave in among the wolves working your way to Namjoon. Standing at the dining table, looking over a mess of paper, he notices you right away a small smile lifting the corners of his mouth.

"Y/n, what are you doing up?"He asks, checking his watch.

There she is again, right next to him. Her hand casually coming off his shoulder when she sees you.

"It's late. Go back to bed, Beautiful." he coos.

You ignore his instruction. Wrapping to his side by pushing yourself between him and this girl, creating space for yourself with a not-so-subtle shoving of your elbow into her arm. Smiling up at him sweetly as he accepts your presence, hugging you tightly.

"We're going to be busy most of the night. You should go to bed." he leans down to whisper, his breath tickling your ear. He's trying not to draw the focus from the rest of the table into your personal discussion.

"I'll go up when you come with me." You whisper back.

"It's going to be a few more hours still baby." He sighs, seeming frustrated with the circumstances.

"Then I'm staying here."

"You shouldn't-"

"Don't argue with me Kim Namjoon. You're not going to win this one." While it's said in jest, you also mean it. He'll have to drag you upstairs to make you go. And if he steps foot in that bedroom, you both know you'll be able to make him stay.

"Oh really?" He challenges, fighting the smile growing on his face, not wanting to encourage your mischievous behaviour.

Grabbing the collar of his black tee, you pull him down to your height, smacking your lips against his. Kissing him passionately and longingly. Something you haven't been able to do for nearly a full week.

Letting his shirt go, his smile is fully grown. His dimples on display.

"Really." You finalize, looking up at him coquettishly.

You can see the struggle playing in his mind. He's extremely tempted to throw you over his shoulder and take you upstairs right now, his wolf fighting to shirk his responsibilities and give in to desire. His chest rumbling lowly as he winks down at you.

"Okay baby." his fingers dig into your hips, "If you're gonna play dirty, you can stay." He teases with a chuckle. Resisting the bait.

Feeling calmed and relaxed on the warmth of his hold again, a smug sense of pride fills your chest. From the corner of your eye, you can see her attention on the two of you. Your ego is not able to resist, and you shoot a cold pointed glare at her. A smirk creeping onto your face as she looks down, avoiding your eye line.

"Seeing as it's late, do you wanna make coffee for everyone?" You order her in the form of a question, speaking loudly enough for both her and Namjoon to hear your sassy, obvious tone.

She looks a little stunned. She'd just been promoted to the inner circle for this problem-solving session, and she doesn't seem pleased at being asked to perform menial tasks. Trying to go over your head, she looks at the Alpha for confirmation. But he doesn't give it to her. Instead, you can feel him nod, supporting your order. A full smile filling your face as you get his backing.

"Of course, Luna." she obeys, looking a little dejected.

"Thank you." you shoo her to action with a sing-song voice. Curling into Namjoons side, you can't help but feel authoritative. And a little bit victorious.

King! Seokjin

It had been nearly two weeks since you had seen Jin last. As frustrating as it was, you were genuinely missing him. There was a kind of energy he had when it was just the two of you. Something that filled you, and without him you were feeling like your own spirit was draining away.

It would be okay though, today Jin was coming back from visiting his wife and children. You're sure he missed you just as much as you missed him. That he was as excited to see you, as you were to see him. You were a little worried knowing that you would have to satisfy his sadism first, but you can tolerate it, thinking that at least you'll get to see his smile.

As the day is drawing to an end, you've finished all your tasks but you refuse to retire for the night, certain the King is going to call for you at any minute. Feeling a mix of excitement and relief when the staff manager comes to collect you.

Nearly skipping you rush to the dining hall, having been instructed to serve dinner to the King and his guest. Working with another maid to bring the meals from the kitchen.

Walking in, the smile you were trying to conceal disappears completely. Your stomach dropping. Jin's guest is the Princess. His wife.

You have to control your expression to hide your distress, feeling sick while serving him. His wife never comes down. She hasn't in a year and a half. Jin doesn't even really like her. It doesn't make sense why she's here.

With a curt bow, you remove the closh and place the plate down. Meeting the King's eye for a moment, you do your best to placify your appearance. Your efforts cracking when you see his lips pulling ever so slightly into a knowing smile.

He dismisses the other maid, but not you. Sending you to the waiting station by the wall. You're stuck watching over their conversation. Feeling more and more insecure as you look at the Princess's regality and beauty. Getting more frustrated as your mind runs rampant.

How long is she going to stay? It doesn't seem like they brought the Princes, so she has to go back soon. And what kind of mother leaves her children alone? It doesn't even matter that she's here, you know Jin likes you more. So what if she is really pretty, he can't hurt her like he can you. You make him happy. She's just a prop he was given to secure a treaty. He actually chose you.

Slowly, you're building yourself into a craze. Making yourself feel sad until the very end of the meal. Finally, their dinner date ends and he stands, kindly bowing to see her off. Leaving only you and him in the hall.

Relaxing back in his seat, he finishes the remainder of his drink.

"Y/n." Holding his empty glass to the side, he calls you over. You follow his gesture and top up his cup. Avoiding looking directly at him again. Pacing back to your place when he stops you.

"Come here." He grins, enjoying how uncomfortable you are. "You met my wife today." He pushes the difficult topic, again probing for your reaction.

Nodding softly, you're trying to not let your bitterness out. You know Jin doesn't like it when you pout.

"Are you jealous Princess?" He holds his hand out for you to take, leading you closer to him. Leaning back to create a space for you on his lap. Guiding you over him with your legs spread.

"No, your Majesty." You shake your head, your pause and hesitation giving away the truth.

Jin's gentle touch comes off your hand, his grip instead ripping back your hair, arching your back and nearly yanking you off of his lap. Biting back a shriek, you can't keep entirely quiet, whimpering as his fist curls tighter and closer to your scalp.

"Are you lying to me?" His mouth latches onto your shoulder, biting into your muscle vindictively. Unbridling that scream you had tried to smother.

"Yes. I'm sorry your Majesty!" you cry out, tears building in your eyes. "I'm jealous. I missed you. I want you-" all the truth is pouring out, but you hesitate worried you're being too bold, "all to myself."

His grip comes out of your hair. His hand instead raking down your chest, leaving painful red marks as each nail digs along the skin. Continuing lower, tearing the buttons on your dress. Yanking down your bra also, exposing your breasts. His other hand hikes the fabric up around your thighs, stopping on your waist, lowering your hips into him.

Pinching your nipple, he draws you closer until his lips are just off yours. Gasping through the initial pain, you can only whine and bite your lip to further keep quiet.

"Go on Princess. Prove to me why I should have missed you."

Assassin! Yoongi

Over the past couple of weeks, Yoongi would be gone for days at a time. Coming back in a strangely talkative and happy mood. You were as miserable and depressed as always, but his vigour was somehow revitalizing and comforting. It made him easier to deal with. It made him less moody. And it made your life easier. So to begin with you were very happy that he was happy.

That was until he mentioned a name in passing. A woman's name. Someone he was working with on a project.

As soon as you heard him talking positively about her, a pang of anxiety spiked through your stomach. From then on it rested in your gut, making you irritated, uncomfortable, and flustered every time you heard about or thought about her.

It was the strangest thing. You hated Yoongi, you're sure of it. But he was all you had. And hearing him talk about another woman, even though it sounded platonic, the adoration in his voice was hurting you in a way you never expected.

Slowly you had to work through this feeling on your own. You couldn't bear to let Yoongi know, not certain what he would do with the information that you were, in lack of a better word, jealous.

The more you heard about this woman, you knew you could never be as impressive as her. Every detail sounding equally terrifying and awe-inspiring. To be honest the specifics slipped your mind, as you were mostly wrapped up in self-pity when Yoongi spoke about her.

All you know is that you felt inferior, and you were craving, longing to feel that kind of importance to Yoongi, also. Resenting the fact that this other person was so easily able to bring joy and energy out of him.

Over the next couple of weeks, you spent every waking moment thinking about how to make Yoongi happy. Not just avoiding annoying him, like you usually did, but instead thinking about how to bring him genuine enjoyment.

One time you spent hours making him a meal. Making something you knew he would love. But, unfortunately, he only complained about the mess. He said he wasn't hungry and left you to throw the food away and clean up.

Another time, you had planned a full evening of activities. Movies, snacks, games that would help you get to know each other better, anything fun you could organize with your limited resources. Only, he wasn't in the mood to play, or talk. He only wanted one thing, and when he was done, he left you alone in your room, feeling used and a bit sore.

However, that gave you an idea. Maybe you could connect with him physically first. Then that might give you a way for something, anything more to develop.

This time, you set the house up with candles, music, wine, chocolate strawberries, everything you'd seen in movies. Waiting for him on the couch in something a little provocative. But, as soon as he comes in from the garage he looks more annoyed than impressed. Rolling his eyes, ordering you to your room.

By this stage it's late, you're tired, and you're losing your mind trying to make him happy. You were fighting so hard for his attention, and he was barely tolerating you. You aren't thinking clearly as you snap at him.

"Why?!" You yell, stomping your foot down. "I'm working so hard and you're just being an asshole!"

The words come out and you instantly regret them. His straight expression hardening.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry." You rush to him, wrapping your arms around his chest trying to soothe any reaction. "Just tell me what I can do." You plead. Exasperated by so many failed attempts.

"That depends. What do you want?" He honestly questions, looking down at you.

You weren't exactly prepared to answer this question. You're not sure you really know.

"I'm your's right?" you say with big eyes, your voice coming out so softly, feeling embarrassed even though you're mimicking his words. "I get that I have to be yours. But then you have to be mine too." Your voice trembles.

Finally, it makes sense to Yoongi. Your change in demeanour, and in behaviour. Why you've been so needy. Why you've been trying to get his attention. He understands now. And that was most of what was annoying him. Not knowing why you were acting differently.

He steps out of your grasp, calling for you to follow him upstairs. You're not so nervous as you do. Surprisingly, the revelation has given Yoongi has a warm smile.

Falling back onto his bed, he taps the space beside him, inviting you to join him. You climb into the middle of the bed, resting in the place he set for you, his arm laid out under your head. He curls into you, gently wrapping his arm over your waist. Hugging you.

For the first time ever, he is showing you some kind of affection. For the first time, he's actually making a gesture of warmth and comfort. You couldn't even let yourself think that Yoongi could be capable of this. Having spent so many months isolated and alone. Even when you weren't locked up.

Hating yourself for not being stronger, you break into silent tears. Biting your thumb to stifle any sobs.

While reason is battling in your head, telling you that it's a bad idea to form any kind of emotional attachment to him, you don't want to listen to logic right now. Letting yourself cling to Yoongi and the desperately needed human connection.

Vampire! Hoseok

There was a delicate balance to your relationship with Hoseok. You couldn't exactly rely on his moods to be stable, but you could rely on his obsession with you. It was the only thing that kept you feeling secure. Feeling certain that when he bit you next he wouldn't let you bleed out. Or that when he hit you or cut you or hurt you, that he wasn't going to leave you to suffer in agony but would heal you. Because he wanted to keep you. You were his.

It was a twisted kind of reassurance. But it's what you had, so it's what you worked with.

You knew the source of his obsession. It was you as a person, sure. But you weren't kidding yourself. Mostly, his infatuation was with your blood. Hoseok wasn't specific about it, but you had overheard some of the other Vampires discussing you. Apparently, you smell delicious, and that's why he never lets you wander the house with any cuts. That's why you were locked away every 28 days. And that's why you were his only.

It didn't make sense to you, there was nothing different about you.

But somehow you'd fallen in and become the star of your very own YA horror story.

Whatever the cause though, you were aware that Hoseok's addiction to your blood was the reason that he kept you. Without that, he might simply kill you, or worse, he might throw you to one of the other bloodsuckers who look at you like a happy meal they want to fuck.

Which is probably why you were so defensive when you saw him biting another girl.

Sitting on the back terrace looking over the gated property, Hoseok and a few of his creations were sitting in the moonlight enjoying a drink. You'd come downstairs expecting to be his refill when you see him sinking his fangs into the arm of one of the human pets.

Frustration floods through your body, a new kind of anger making your hands shake. A malicious and honestly, not-all-together thought out idea springs into your head. You've never seen him drink from anyone else before, and you need to remind him that he should only want you.

Taking a serrated peeler from the bar at the side of the terrace, you hold it concealed in your palm, going up to the first Vampire leaning there.

"Are you thirsty?" you ask, speaking lowly. He, like all the others, know you're Hoseok's, and so he rightfully looks uncomfortable being near you. Stepping into his personal space, you raise your arm under his chin and run the sharp blade across the top of your forearm. His eyes immediately going black, his fangs bared. Unable to resist what you're offering.

Behind you, every single one of them turns their heads, smelling you the second blood gathers on your skin.

In a flash, Hoseok is between the two of you. Ripping his teeth into the guy's neck, tearing his throat out. Killing him in an instant.

Breathing heavily, he turns to you with blood washed down his front. His eyes murderous and cold.

Retaliating, you storm towards the human-pet and shove her with all of your might, pushing her down the stone tile steps onto the grass. Watching her tumble into a heap.

Those around you have gone dead quiet, none of them even daring to look directly at either of you.

"How dare you?" He seethes, stalking towards you. But you're not backing down. You know better than to retreat from him when he charges.

"How dare I?" you scream. "How dare you drink from that skank!" An enraged Hoseok is something all of his offspring know to fear. Steadily you can see them clearing the space around the two of you. Withdrawing from whatever this is leading to.

"You want to tell me who I can eat?!" He growls, his hand shooting around your neck, holding you but not choking you. "You're a blood bag that I keep as a toy!"

"If that's all, then I'll let all of them feed on me too."

His hand constricts, restricting your air. "I'll kill anyone that tries."

"Then," you gasp, your words coming out short. "only me." you pull your hair off your shoulder, turning your neck as far to the side as you can. Throwing his head back, he takes the invitation, sinking his fangs into your jugular, swallowing down mouthfuls of your blood.

Holding onto his shoulders, you jump up wrapping your legs around his waist, pushing yourself closer to his mouth. Hoseok's arms wrapping around your ass, keeping you up.

Pushed back by your momentum, he stumbles a few steps, dropping down onto the open sofa chair. You landing on his lap, straddling his thighs.

As more of your blood is drained, and you get lightheaded, the pain starts to slip and your body starts to float. A euphoric sensation, akin to being high consuming you.

You tangle your hands up into his hair tugging it, massaging his scalp. You've become so accustomed to him fucking you when he feeds from you, that whenever he bites you, you get turned on. Your body reacting out of instinct. Slowly grinding down, rocking your hips into him as you start to get him hard. The friction feeling good making you moan. Making you move faster with pleasure tingling through your core also.

"Hobi," you moan. Shivering, as his tongue runs up your wounds.

Your gentle whine catches his attention. A surprised expression on his face that shifts into a smile as he leans back to watch you. His focus on you making you feel slightly embarrassed, slowing your motions until they stop altogether.

Biting his tongue, your eyes meet for a moment before he kisses his blood into your mouth, the copper taste feeling soothing and familiar. Your body relaxing completely knowing you'll wake up healed.

"Mine." He whispers into your lips.

The blood loss pulls you into unconsciousness, your head dropping onto his shoulder. The euphoric feeling swallowing you up as you purr back. "Mine."

[cream-peach-soda]

The Chameleon Keeps Their Cards Close To Their Chest: Part One

A/N: This is just a “short”, “quick” story. Some things will be rushed, sound cheesy, and/ or cringy. I had a sudden idea, and I was inspired to write this. Keep in mind that this is a rushed story. Have any questions? Ask me!

Tags: Banana Fish Reader Insert, [Isekai] Reader

Message: This story is written in a bullet point format. This is an raw, unrevised, unedited fanfic. This is not a formal reading format. I was/am lenient with this fanfic. This fanfic will follow the anime storyline of Banana Fish. Also, slow updates.

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• The bright headlight blinded you, but you stared at it like a fly mesmerized, followed by the sound of someone holding their car horn down 

• "Get out of the way you fucking idiot!!" Someone yelled, you blinked, repeatedly. Your senses coming back to you.

• You almost got hit by a car, you scrambled to get on your feet, passerby giving you stares and doing nothing to help you up. You almost died.

• You practically stumbled over to the sidewalk walk, crashing into the concrete wall, before sliding back down on your bottom. You almost died.

• Your heart ramming into your chest, blood running through your veins. You couldn't control your breathing. You almost died.

• You instantly put a hand over your chest, afraid that your heart might burst out. You could feel your eyes burn, then the aftermath of your eyes filling up with tears. Sniffing as you tried to keep up the snob from running out of your nose.

• Everyone just ignored your disheveled state, despite the fact, your body could have been spread all over the road a minute ago.

• You tried to get a sense of equilibrium of yourself and your surroundings. But, you felt so... so... lost. Your desperate eye gaped all around, but only the crowd of people made it through your vision, making your panic event more.

• You don't understand what was going on, solely knowing you almost died, but, it wasn't just that. The environment was different, something changed, something wasn't right. You couldn't force your legs to stand up, they have given up under you.

• So you only sat there and cried in your arms, onlookers took you as a homeless person. But you couldn't care, you couldn't run away.

• After hours, you looked up from your arms, your vision was incredibly blurry from the tears and the rubbing on your eyes, but you feel the air fresher and clearer. There weren't as many people around you.

• You wiped your snot on your shirt, your puffy eyes becoming stable. You didn't know where you were. You couldn't understand your surroundings. It scared you.

• Hastily, you got up on your feet. Trying to avoid everyone's gaze. Your feet move under you at a fast pace. Feeling eyes burning into your skull from everywhere.

• You ducked into an alley, the harsh stares seemed to stop. Flattening your body against the cold wall, and where the sun didn't hit you. You closed your eyes shut tightly, taking a few breaths.

• You peeked an eye open, down at your feet, which was stepping on something that tried to be blown away from the breeze. Something on it caught your eyes.

• You picked it up, even though it was gross, the words were still distinguishable.

• 'The New York Times' New York, Friday, March 8th, 1985

• You took another sharp breath in, the air in your lungs trapped.

• New York? You were in New York? Did you live in New York? Why are you even asking yourself that? You had to. You had to live here... then why can't you remember... remember your life here.

• You threw down the paper, as it was swept away by the wind. Your breathing is still heavy.

• You were lost, you felt miserable, you wanted to find a home. You didn't belong here.

• You felt the tears prick in the corners of your eyes again but rubbed it away with your arm. You didn't feel like crying again, but also— you do, you want to wail, you wanted to be hugged by the comfort of someone safe.

• Your vision got fuzzy, you sat down when you couldn't see in front of you. The blindness took over for a few seconds. Ugh, your head. It was throbbing, maybe you cried your brains out.

• The thought was replaced by the grumbling of your stomach. You hugged your stomach, whimpering.

• You needed food before you starve.

• You tried to find the closest restaurant or any restaurant. Hunching over like an old lady while pacing a fast pace, peering at everting building you passed by. To others, it looked like you're just on drugs or probably killed someone.

• Until you read the sign on a certain building: 'Chinese Restaurant'

• Your eye lit up, rushing into the restaurant, the sound of a bell going off as you did. The people in the restaurant looked over to you, you immediately turned your gaze at your feet.

• "A table for one?" A female voice asked. You could only look at her feet, you only nodded, "Go ahead and sit where ever you want," she said before her feet walked away from your peripheral.

• Without looking up, you maneuver your way to a table, your hip bumping into a chair, wincing before you sat down. Your gaze strictly at the table.

• Your eyes traveled to a menu, which you grabbed, searching for what could fill you up—wait—did you have money?

• You patted yourself down, reaching into every pocket before pulling out less than ten dollars and a few coins.

• "Anything to drink?" The same voice from earlier asked, your thoughts stopped. That waiter was quick, you looked at her from the corner of your eyes, before making hugging yourself. She was staring at you.

• "I-...Uh...Um..Wa...Water. Water, please. Oh and—and.." You quickly scanned over the menu, scouring for something under ten dollars.

• "Pan-Pan... Fried chi-chicken... dump...dumplings," You stuttered, squinting your eyes close again, losing your voice to keep speaking to her any further.

• "Is that all?" She inquired, you mentally groaned. Can't she go already? Please go.

• You nodded your head, hearing the sound of a pen clicking, and see the woman taking away the menu before she walked off.

• You released a shaky sigh, hugging yourself tightly, as your shivered. Cold, it was cold in here.

• Rocking yourself back-and-forth in your seat, waiting for your meal.

• The fifteenth-minute wait took forever, hearing the sound of footsteps approaching, you froze in your seat.

• The waitress placed a hot pat-down and your cup of water, your thought she was about to leave, but asked you something that caught you off guard, "Is everything okay?" The concern in her voice was apparent.

• Your eyes widen, but nodded, "Y... Yes," you answered softly, still not daring to look up. She took that as a sign and walked away once again.

• Staring at the steaming food in front of you, grabbing that dumpling and shoving it in your mouth, without the use of any utensils.

• You were lucky that not many people were in the restaurant, or else people would think your crazy. But, you thought the same thing. You felt crazy.

• Scarfing down your food like a starved animal. Your cheeks stuffed, it tastes so good.

• The sound of a bell chiming rang, signaling that someone just entered the cafe.

• Your throat quenched for thirst, grabbing the cup, chugging down the water, you gaze lifting: purple hair mohawk, shades, eyebrow piercing, orange sweater with the triangle-shaped patterns. You choked on your water, dropping your cup, the water spilling on the floor.

• Everyone's gazes turn towards you, even his.

• You gasps, "I'm sorry...I'm-I'm sorry...so sorry..." You panted out, fear devouring you.

• That's when he walked over, a kind smile on his face, hands out in front to reassure you, "It's okay, it's okay, don't worry about it. It was just an accident," he said. You backed away when he moved closer, causing him to stop.

• It was him, it's really him. Shorter. Shorter Wong. He's alive. But... he's not real. He's not supposed to be.

• You murmured. You didn't know why, you didn't understand. Shorter Wong was a fictional character, he can't be real. But he's standing right in front of you.

• He's from an anime, a manga. He's from 'Banana Fish'.

• Your legs lurched, falling onto your seat, as you stared at the floor. Your mind is racing.

• Shorter Wong isn't supposed to be here, in the series he died, but also, he's. Not. Real. You didn't understand how this man can be here.

• What's happening? Where are you? Who is that man? Well, you knew who he was but, was it really?

• Your stomach turned, anxiety ran through your core. You started to shake unconsciously. You were alone, you almost died. But what were you doing before then? The remembrance of the bright lights from the headlights was the only thing that shined in your memory.

• Why can't you remember, "You okay?" His voice was near to you, you jumped. When did he get this close to you? He's not real.

• You looked at his shoes, slowly trailed up his body, before landing on his face, it was him. It's really him, he kneeled next to you, "You're okay," he smiled at you.

• You stared, as your hand reached out for him, poking his chest before retracting away with a gasp, he was really here, it's really him.

• The man only questioned your actions, but felt—sorry for you? The way you touched him was prodding and poking, and curious. But the fear was shown in your eyes.

• Shorter left your side, you took that as a chance to shove the rest of your food in your mouth before he came back to clean up the mess that was made. Throwing the money on the table as you rushed out the door. Jogging away from the restaurant.

• Taking cover in an alley just in case he came out to look for you.

• Scurrying around the unfamiliar town as the sun started to set. You have no place to sleep, no shelter, nothing over your head—or walls surrounding you to keep you safe.

• The sky turned darker, people coming home from work, families going out for dinner, and buildings lights, lit up.

• Your feet started to hurt, pinching every time you took another step, your legs throbbed, they were about to give up at any minute.

• You asked yourself, what should you do? Sleep on the side of the road? Maybe go to a shelter? But you couldn't just ask someone to point in the direction of a homeless shelter, they'll probably ask you to fuck off or run away from you.

• And you were too scared to ask for any aid. You could already see their gaze burn into your soul. It made you shiver.

• Finding yourself once again in another alleyway, with its appalling dumpsters and filth, was that vomit over there? Let's hope you don't find a dead body.

• You sat down at a somewhat clean spot, bringing your knees up to your chest. Arms wrapped around yourself; trying to find solace.

• The numbing in your legs pulsated, you groaned.

• Just what happened to you?

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[constant-creative-chaos]

Dancing with mha characters

part 1 - part 2 - part 3

kiri would ask you out of the blue, you two would probably be hanging out in his dorm one night and he’d just ask

like “baby, dance with me? 🥺”

he’d have his arms around you’re waist ofc, and he’d lay your head against his chest so you can hear his heart beat

he isn’t a good dancer but it’s all good, as long as you’re happy then he’s happy to dance with you

he wouldn’t do much other than sway, considering his poor skills

but he’d definetly him along to the songs

speaking of the songs, he’d probably play really cheesy love songs because he’s like that

laughs everytime either he or you messes up, he finds it amusing

ends up goofing off more towards the end

rating: 100/10, in conclusion, i love kirishima

you sat on kirishima’s bed, stretched out comfortably. your back against his headboard and his head in your lap, your fingers scratching gently against his scalp. he hummed along to the music playing, some song made a few years ago.

the song changed and he looked up at you, excitement flickering in his eyes, “baby, wanna dance with me?”

you stopped scratching his scalp for a moment, thinking about it. you smiled and nodded.

“yeah, i do, kiri,”

you’d have to ask him, like a lot

be persistent!!

it’s not that he doesn’t want to dance with you

it’s just that he has no fucking clue how to dance and doesn’t want to embarrass himself

he’s just s u c h a great dancer and doesn’t want to make you feel bad about your skills

no but he’s struggling,, he has no idea what he’s doing

“katsuki, just put your hands on-” “tch, i know what i’m doing dumbass”

he figures it out eventually, he had one had on your hip and the other holding yours

he buried his head in your neck so you don’t see his blush

he’s practically silent, only speaking to make a remark when you trip

he actually finds it really endearing

rating: katsuki, marry me

“katsuki, you gotta take a break. it isn’t good for you to keep at it like this,” you said rubbing his shoulder.

“yeah and what else would i do?” he grumbled, pushing his hand further down the pencil.

bakugou had been working non-stop on homework since he’d returned to the dorms that day. he had yet to take a break and he needed it, and you were about to force him into relaxing for a bit if he spent another second writing.

a small sigh left him before reaching up and grabbing your hand on his shoulder. He rubbed small shapes with his thumb and apologized.

“if you dance with me then we’ll be even,”

“alright shitty-(feature),” he paused before looking up at you through his eyelashes, “you and dancing.”

boy oh boy, sero and you dance so often

he loves dancing with you and DAMN is he good at it

he’ll dance with you at any point in time, for any reason

he spins you a lot, he’ll even lift you a little if he’s feeling it

it’s super playful

he dips you all the time

baby has the moves and loves teaching you

he’ll dance to any song, especially if you’re with him

he’s always laughing either you or talking to you while you dance together

rating: 10000/10, dancing king, only seventeen 🎶

“Mi sol, when did you get so good at this?”

sero spun you wildly in the spot, twirling you under his hand. you laughed and tumbled into his chest, still seeing the room spin around you. sero pulled back slightly to see you and your unfocused eyes.

“beginners bad luck finally wore off, i guess!”

he smiled down at you, waiting for you to lose the dizzy feeling of turning like that. he enjoyed your smile while you watched the room. but the second you’re eyes focused again he was moving around the room with you again.

“you’d best not drop me, hanta-”

he’d take you out dancing

endeavour payed for dance lessons when he was a kid - he couldn’t have his prodigy dancing like an idiot

this is an endeavour hate page

he took formal dancing lessons and would 100% take a while to loosen up with you

but he holds you very delicately, with one hand on the small of you’re back and the other holding yours

as he loosens up and relaxes he holds you closer to him

and i mean this is shouto todoroki we’re talking about, he’s quiet the whole time

he just watches you with a small smile on his face, cute as fuck-

would teach you to ballroom dance at some point, if you didn’t know

rating: 15/10, he’s a rich boy, he knows his moves

“sho, this is wonderful,” you grinned at him, “really, i appreciate this.”

he returned the smile, taking your hand in his and pulling you forward on to the dance floor. you straightened your clothes out and took his lead. the two of you began moving around the room together, following the rhythme of the song playing.

“you know how to dance formally?” he asked, watching you move with grace.

“i have no clue what i’m doing, i’m just following you,”

you’d ask and he’d: “y-you want to- i mean i’m not a good dancer- are you sure?? why??”

he’s so nervous, just give him some reassurance and he’ll be fine

he is always making sure he isn’t making you uncomfortable

he’d let you pick the music or chose from your playlist

he’d hold you by the hips after asking a few times if that was okay

he isn’t the best but he picks it up pretty quickly

he probably asked iida for dance lessons after this

n e ways, he’d probably be red the whole time

rating: 12/10, his nervousness is actually really endearing

he put his hands on your hips and pulled you toward him, glancing up to make sure you weren’t uncomfortable. you wrapped your arms around his neck loosely, moving closer to him. you started swaying to the song playing and he followed your lead. the two of you starting to step around.

“are you sure you’re okay with this,” he tapped his fingers against your hip.

you hummed and rested your head on his shoulder, finding dancing with him comforting, “ ‘s okay, izuku. i promise.”

he kissed you on the crown of your head and continued moving to the music. he started relaxing and fully taking in the moment.

tenya iida, my main man,, he also got dance lessons when he was younger

fuckin rich boy

he short circuited when you asked, just give him a moment

he was probably super excited but kept it under control

he almost certainly played some sort of ballroom music (does that make sense??)

mans full on waltzed with you-

but he’d also do a more casual dance if you wanted

he held you small of your back and waist, he’s very careful not to make you uncomfortable

he’d only be goofy if you guys are just fooling around and making jokes while dancing

other than that he’s pretty quiet

rating: 20/10, tenya please wear some goddamn contacts during training

“y/n, i’m so sorry,” iida flushed deeply, stopping his movements.

despite his time practicing dance and his thought out movements, he’s stepped on your foot. he was apologizing profusely while you just stood and laughed lightly, watching his arm chop down.

“i’m sorry, i should have watched my step and- wait are you laughing?”

“iida, it’s okay. you have nothing to worry about.”

he’d probably just randomly start dancing with you

like you could be dancing around while cleaning and he’d just join you

baby can’t dance, he just can’t

but he acts like he can

would twirl you constantly and he’d try to dip you but fail miserably 😭

electric slide lookin ass

probably just starts his playlist and dances to random songs

he’s so goofy omg-

doesnt stop laughing or teasing you

rating: 30/30, sounds like a vibe

“you’ve been hit by, you’ve been struck by, a smooth criminal!”

denki stood on his toes, head tipped downward, and his hand positioned like he was dipping a fedora. at this point he had crashed into the table and knocked a chair over. this man was to never be trusted near anything fragile.

he took your hand and spun you around him, trying to keep you from the chair on the floor. after he spun you he spun himself, this time tripping over the chair and tumbling into the fridge.

“denki are you okay? are you okay, denki?” you sang along with the song playing.

sunshine man, he would 100% dance with you

but you’d have to ask, the thought just wouldn’t come to his mind

and he is worse than denki

but he has so much fun with it that it doesn’t matter

he spins you and lifts you, it’s so fun

he’s so goofy and playful, not a serious moment

he accidentally activated his quirk while dipping you, that hurt

but he loves dancing with you

and he pokes fun at his own dancing, he finds it really amusing

and he hyped you up so much

rating: 1000000/10, overall a perfect experience

a squeal left your mouth as your feet left the ground, mirio’s hands clutching your waist tightly. you grabbed on to his shoulders to keep yourself steady. he put you back on the ground and continued dancing along to the music. he shimmed his shoulders and bopped his head to the beat. or at least tried.

“i know that you can’t help but watch my horrible dancing but you gotta dance with me, can’t be the only bad dancer here!”

you shook your head and took his hands, shimmying along with him. man was mirio was a bad dancer but he made it so much fun

you’d ask him and he would just not get why you’d wanna dance with him

he wouldn’t object to it, it’s just that he’s sure that he’s a bad dancer and that others are so much better and

would hide his face in your neck and hold you really tightly to him

and he’s so nervous

if he stepped on you he’d let go of you and just stand in a corner for hours

but honestly, he’s actually a really good dancer

if you guys dance more he’ll start goofing off and doing stuff like spinning you

probably doesn’t put on music and if he did it would be off of his chill playlist

rating: 80/10, might be my ideal situation

you and amajiki had barely moved from where you guys started, not that it mattered. you two had been swaying more than dancing, but it was peaceful and relaxing. that’s what mattered. he had he’s arms wrapped tightly around your torso and his head was hidden in your neck. you felt his smile and uneven breathes brushing against your skin.

some old slow song played from your phone, one he chose. both of you were happy with the closeness and intimacy of the moment, but tamaki was happy he just hadn’t stepped on you. god that would have killed him. but he had yet to, and he was thankful.

“thank you, tama,” you smiled gently, “this is nice.”