#uhm maybe try shutting the fuck up <3

[daydadahlias]

"i know the band seems super happy about their latest albums but i just can't find it in myself to like them :/" ok so!! here's a simple solution to that: go stan a new band then :)

[lowkeyrobin]

Heyyy hope you’re having a wonderful day! I wanted to request a Sparrow Ben Hargreeves one shot where like Y/N is oblivious to his feelings while he’s trying to drop hints?? (but failing because something always happens)

If not that’s totally fine!!! No pressure :3

oooo okay okay I can definitely try!! ; thanks for requesting, hope you enjoy 🫶 ; alsonsorry this is so bad idk y I flopped on this 😔

SPARROW! BEN ; damnit

summary ; ben's always being cockblocked

warnings ; language, mentions of alcohol

disclaimers ; takes place post s3 - pre s4

word count ; 881

masterlist

You stand in the kitchen with Luther, making dinner with him for the family. Everyone, aka the Hargreeves and Lila plus their kids, had come over for a little reunion for their birthday. You weren't a Hargreeves, nor did you have powers, but they were your only friends, and they each saved your life at least once.

Ben approaches, leaning on the counter where you chop up some green onions, a pot and pan on the stove behind you.

"Hey" He smiles. "Whatcha up to?"

You shrug. "Chopping up some onions. What's up?"

"Nothing, really. Allison picked out a really dumb movie to watch and I can't stand it anymore" He answers.

You'd tuned out the family in the living room just a few feet away, focused on your meal prepping / creating. You look up at the TV, seeing the family sprawled around the furniture, kids playing with toys on the floor.

"Ben, stop, this movie is so good" You reply, turning back to your cutting board.

"It's some cheesey Hallmark movie?"

"Hush"

The two of you are silent for a moment before he speaks again.

"Your hair looks really nice today-"

"Fuck!"

The siblings quickly shoot up from their spots, Ben jumping a bit as you rush to the stove.

You'd accidently lit the chicken on fire. Somehow.

You quickly slam a lid over the pan of chicken, not wanting to fuel the grease fire any more than you had. You quickly shut off the burner, slowly looking back at Ben.

"Could you go get me more chicken from the store? I'll give you the money, I just need to look over all this stuff, sorry for asking on your birthday-"

"Yeah, sure!" He quickly replies. "Anything for you"

"Hey, Y/n" Ben smiles, "I brought you flowers"

"Awe, thank you!" You reply, accepting the gift as he enters your home.

"I kinda wanted to talk to you about something-"

Your phone rings, the number being the one of your workplace. You grab it, looking to him before accepting the call.

"I gotta take this really quick, sorry"

He nods, watching you trail into the other room, flowers still in hand. He stands by the door, unknowing of what to do in the moment. He soaks up his own silence, listening to your unintelligible speech behind the walls.

You return swiftly, a sorry expression on your face.

"I'm so sorry, Ben, I need to go in, it's urgent. Uhm, we'll talk later, yeah?"

"Uh, yeah, sorry. Be safe"

As he quickly exits your home, he mutters to himself.

"Damnit"

"I dunno, maybe I'm crazy," you chuckle, picking up another piece of food with your fork.

"I don't think you're crazy." Ben shrugs. "I think you're overworked and tired"

You both sit in a booth at a restaurant, a bright light shining over the table, warm food on your plates. You were eating out because you both didn't want to cook dinner at home tonight. Being alone sucked for both of you. If only you both had the balls to talk to each other.

But that's your problem, you oblivious fuck.

You shrug at his response. "I dunno, I think being alone, living alone, is slowly driving me insane."

"I mean, you could live with me," He mumbles, picking at his food.

"Hm?" You hum, having not heard him.

"Oh, nothing"

"...You sure?"

"Yeah"

The silence blankets you once more as you listen to the nearby commotion. The other families eating, the bustling workers, the music over the speakers.

You listened to everything but him, didn't you?

Today was the day. Ben was going to ask you out and he was not going to let himself or anything else get in his way.

Well, maybe red wine ruining his shirt would.

Why did he decide to take you to a bar in the first place is what we're all wondering. It didn't take much for him to get at least buzzed, which was his current state.

You decided to walk him back home, not wanting him to walk in the dark all by his lonesome. The walk is quiet, considering his slightly bruised ego. Jesus, he'd never get the chance to ask you at this point.

He slumps onto his bed as you lead him into his home, yelling into his mattress. You stand behind him, silent, finding this normal, because it was.

"What're you mad about now?" You sigh, throwing a pair of pajamas on him which you'd gotten from his dresser.

"I wanted to ask you out, and I have for a while, and every time I try it gets fucking ruined!" He slurs, yelling into his mattress once more.

You blink, confused. "What?"

"I like you, Y/n, Jesus," He groans, rolling over to look at you.

"Oh"

"'Oh' what?"

"I didn't realize" You shrug.

"I know. That's why I was trying to hint at it and even tell you, but you're oblivious, and things always have to go sideways at the wrong time," Ben speaks.

"I mean, I'd go out with you"

He raises an eyebrow. "Actually?"

"Yeah" You shrug. "Why not?"

"Oh my God, that took the biggest weight off my shoulders." He rolls off the bed on accident, landing on the floor.

You laugh.

"Damnit"

[luvv4j4ybe11]

𝑻𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒂 𝑺𝒆𝒂𝒕, 𝒀𝒂𝒘𝒏𝒆.

✧ 𝑵𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒚𝒂𝒎 𝒙 𝑭𝒆𝒎𝑯𝒖𝒎𝒂𝒏!𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

✧ 𝑺𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚~ 𝑵𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒚𝒂𝒎 𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒓𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒃𝒔

✧ 𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔~ 𝑫𝒐𝒎!𝒏𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒚𝒂𝒎, 𝑺𝒖𝒃!𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓, 𝑪𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝑷𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒔𝒆 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒌, 𝑨𝒃 𝒓𝒊𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝑩𝒐𝒅𝒚 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑(?), 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒖𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏, 𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒅𝒆𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒔 𝒂 𝒍𝒊𝒍 𝒃𝒊𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒂 𝒄𝒓𝒚𝒃𝒂𝒃𝒚, 𝒕𝒆𝒚𝒂𝒎 𝒊𝒔 𝒂 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒆 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒓𝒆𝒔 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓, 𝒔𝒊𝒛𝒆 𝒅𝒊𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆/𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒌, 𝒂 𝒍𝒊𝒍 𝒇𝒍𝒖𝒇𝒇 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆, 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒈𝒉 𝒓𝒊𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕'𝒔 𝒊𝒕, 𝒍𝒎𝒌 𝒊𝒇 𝑰 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈. 𝑬𝒏𝒋𝒐𝒚<3

✧ 𝑻𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔~ 𝒀𝒂𝒘𝒏𝒆=𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒅, 𝒀𝒂𝒘𝒏𝒕𝒖= 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒏𝒆, 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓, 𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒅 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏, 𝑺𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒏=𝑷𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒚(𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒇𝒆𝒎𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒔)

✧ 𝑫𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒃𝒚 @chilumitos 𝒂𝒏𝒅 @eloquentreverie

It was a chill day for you and your boyfriend, Neteyam. Just enjoying each other’s presence while the sound of rain hitting the roof soothed you both. You had your leg thrown over Neteyams larger one, the other laying out straight as your arms (barley) wrapped around his large frame. Your hand was comfortably placed on his toned stomach, as his was resting on the hilt of your ass.

Subconsciously, you start to tracing his abs in small shapes and patterns when your mind starts to fill with thoughts of getting on top of him and riding his abs until you make a complete mess all over him.

The thought makes you squeeze your thighs together, but that was stopped by his stronger one wedged between your legs comfortably. His thigh was just inches away from your throbbing cunt, making the urge to just wrap your small legs around his thigh and grind down onto it till you came get harder to ignore.

He smirks once he catches the change in you scent, trailing his hand up and down the skin of your ass. “Mhm, what is it, Babygirl?” His voice is enough to snap you out of your thoughts, but also enough to make your pussy leak even more. You take a few breathes before answering, trying desperately to calm yourself. “Nothing, why are you asking?” You say softly, continuing to delicately trace his abs.

He grumbles lowly at your response, siting up and pushing your small body onto his lap, causing you to let out a little startled noise at the quick movement. He looks down at you with hooded eyes, getting high off of your scent.“Maybe because I can smell how much your pretty pussy is leaking.” He says lowly while hooking his finger under your chin, leaning down to kiss your lips softly, braids cascading down his shoulders and hitting the sides of your face gently. “Now, what were you thinking about, Babygirl?”

The question has you staring at him blankly, a chill of anxiety ran down your spine at the thought of him seeing you differently if you were to tell him. “Uhm..” you start off, the intensity of his stare making you feel extremely small, and nervous. “I was thinking about..riding your abs” you say tentatively, looking down at the waist bead he made you when you first got together.

To your surprise though, your confession doesn’t make him disgusted, or make him storm out of your room in complete surprise and disgust. Instead, he just laughs, he fucking laughs. But it wasn’t judgmental of course, it was genuine and loving. Everything he ever is to you. “Shut the fuck up, Neteyam!! That’s not funny!!” You say through your own giggles, hitting him in the chest roughly.

“Yes it is, Sevin!” he replies, his laughter dying down softly. A pout forms on your face, pretty doe eyes boring into his siren eyes. “How?” You question, attitude laced in your tone. “Because, you said it like someone just died.” You laugh at his response, replaying your words in your head. “Whatever, Neteyam!” You quip, sarcasm apparent in your tone. “But, FYI, I only said it like that because I thought you were gonna have some type of negative response to it.” You add, voice honest and truthful.

He turns his head to the side and looks at you with a confused/sad expression, long braids falling down his shoulders and ears perking up with the same emotion. “Why would I have a negative reaction to that? You know I would never, ever, judge you, babydoll.” He says reassuringly, placing his large hand on your head and rubbing your scalp softly. “I know, I just..I got in my head, I guess. I’m glad you don’t find me weird or anything though.” You confess through a soft chuckle, making him laugh before he moves his hand from the top of your head to your chin, holding it firmly.

“I could never, babydoll. Truthfully though, I find it pretty adorable how pent up you get to the thought of me. My needy little girl just can’t help herself when she’s around me, huh?” His tone makes you pussy throb and ache, instinctively bucking your hips against his strong thigh. “Mhm..” you hum, eyes flickering from his own to his lips, you lean in to kiss him, but that’s stopped by his strong hand on your chin. “Awh, does my baby want a kiss?” He teases, rubbing his lips against your own, but not giving you the chance to kiss him back because of his firm grip on your chin.

“Mhm!” You whine, rubbing your needy pussy against his thigh quicker. He pecks your lips softly before kissing you fully, his pace slow and steady. The pace makes your head spin and clit throb, hips speeding up the longer he kisses you. You whine when you feel his warm tongue against your own, mindlessly kissing him faster to feel more of him. He wraps his hand around your throat gently, a silent warning to follow his pace, not yours.

Once you feel his hand wrap around your throat, you knew you were a fucking goner. Turning into putty in his hands almost automatically. The amount of slick that was coming from your pussy soaked your shorts, leaving a trail all over Neteyams thigh. He groans lowly at the smell of your arousal, breaking the kiss reluctantly, a line of spit connecting your plump lips together.

He damn near rips your shorts in half when he takes them off before he lays down, pulling you onto his abs roughly. You hover over him slightly, scared of hurting him even though he’s so much more bigger than you.

“Teyam, I-“ you start

“You aren’t gonna hurt me. Now, take a seat, yawne.” He orders, placing his hands on your hips and pulling you down onto him.

Both of you gasp softly once you feel his hard abs against your soft, puffy pussy. The feeling so new and foreign. Your hands find purchase just below his ribs, slowly rocking your hips back and forth against the muscles. Whining softly when you feel his firm abs hitting your clit every time you move.

“Oh..fuck, teyam..” the grip on your hips gets tighter, soft groans filling your ears the more you rock against him. “Mhm, that’s it, babygirl. Such a pretty little slut for me.” He coos, pressing your cunt on him tighter, making you moan louder and hips rut against him quicker.

He lifts you up from his abs slowly, you moan at the loss of friction, but he was too focused on the lines of slick that connect your puffy lips to his stomach. He moans lowly at the sight, pressing you against his abs once more before lifting you up, even more lines of slick connecting you two together. “Awh, babygirl, look at the mess you’re making on me.” He coos before scooping your slick up with his fingers and putting them in his mouth, sucking on them hungrily.

You whine and squrim against him, getting both equally turned on and frustrated that he’s holding you up with one hand just to watch your pussy leak onto him. “Teyammm! Put me down!” You demand, the feeling of your orgasm slipping away from you quickly. “And why should I do that? I like watching how you helplessly flail around because I won’t let you ride me like a little bitch in heat.” He states, a pout forming on your face from his words. “You’re so mean.” You huff, tears welling in your eyes once your almost orgasm finally leaves you.

He cups your cheek lovingly, rubbing his thumb against the soft skin. “Oh, l’m just the worst aren’t I? My baby getting all mad because I won’t let her cum?” He prods, a fake pout on his face, making a smile creep up on your own. Without warning he places you back down on his abs, locking his hands behind his head. You gasp in surprise, placing your hands below his ribs for support.“Go ahead, babydoll. Wanna watch you cum for me.” He orders, never breaking eye contact while he speaks to you.

You felt so ‘on the spot’ without his big, warm hands guiding your movements, suddenly not knowing how to start off or where to put your hands. “Teyam..” you call for him, but all you get in return is a “nuh-uh, babygirl. I’m not helping you. Want you to be a good girl for me and show me how badly you wanna cum.” You stare at him with a pout on your face before slowly moving your hips, the feeling of his abs repeatedly hitting your clit makes your moans get louder and needier, your orgasm slowly getting closer and closer.

He flexes and relaxes the muscles continuously, causing you to jump and grind into him more. The constant friction on your sensitive clit starts to prove to be too much for you, making tears start to well up in your eyes and thrust get sloppier. “T-tey, I can’t. It way too much.” You blubber almost incoherently, but he still caught it. He doesn’t stop flexing his abs though, and you don’t stop moving your hips. “Yes you can, Yawntu. I can feel how much this pretty pussy is pouring on me. You’re almost there, baby.” He encouraged, the praise being enough to make you chase your high. Making him smile proudly. “There you go, babygirl.”

His words have your pussy pouring out slick like a river, you both glance down at his abs to see that they’re completely soaked in your juices, the dim light of your room making his pretty skin seem like it was glowing. He chuckles at the sight before looking up at you, in a trance by how gorgeous you look on top of him. “Mhm..What a pretty little slut, getting this wet from riding my abs?” You let out a small “uh-huh” before you feel the coil in your stomach getting tighter.

Noticing this, he flexes his abs and keeps them flexed, biting his lip at the little whimper that comes from your mouth when he does that. “Teyam, I need you to touch me.” You demand. But he doesn’t move, no matter how badly he wanted to squeeze and pinch at your sensitive skin, he kept his hands behind his head. “Please!, tey, please! I’m sorry!” He chuckles at your needy tone before rewarding you with a “good girl” and letting his hands roam across your body.

You let out a downright pornographic moan once his hands touch your sensitive tits, small hands wrapping around his slender wrists. He pinches and fondles at the soft skin gently, making all sorts of pretty noises and pleas fall from your plush lips.

His left hand reaches up to cup the side of your face sweetly, while the other continues to play with your sensitive tit. “Mhm, you gonna be a good whore for me and cum all over my abs? Hm?” He questions, wrapping his hand around your throat firmly. You let out a broken “yes,sir” before a loud moan leaves your lips as the coil in your stomach snaps, your cum completely covering his whole stomach.

“Shsh, I got you, babygirl, lemme help you.” He places his hands on your hips to help you ride out your high, stopping once your moans die down and turn into soft heavy breathes.

You look at him to be met with hooded eyes and a smirk, one that told you that you definitely said something you’re gonna regret. “What?..” you ask, the word heavy on your tounge as you look at him with a furrowed brow. “Sir, huh?” He asks, making you cover your face in embarrassment. “No way I said that! It was an accident! Oh my god!” You blurt, but he silences your rambling with a passionate kiss.

“I didn’t mind it, you know.” He says once he pulls away from the kiss

“oh really?” You question, a devilish smirk on your face

“Mhm.” he responses, eyes fluttering from your lips to your eyes. “Well thank you for tonight, sir.” You tease, leaving a quick kiss on his cheek before getting up quickly, but he was quicker, grabbing you by your waist and putting you on your back.

“Uh-uh, tonight is just getting started, yawntu.”

𝑨/𝑵~ Hii! I only proofread this two times, so I apologize if there’s errors/repeats it’s literally 12am rn💔 but lemme tell yall I was blushin and kickin ma feet while writing this one frl😭, I need to write for neteyam more bc whew😩 what a fine man he is. I hope you guys enjoyed this tho🥰🫶🏽 bc now I’m off to sleep, stay safe and hydrated, I love you guys🩷

𝑫𝒖𝒄𝒆𝒔🫶🏽,

𝑳𝒖𝒗𝒗4𝒋4𝒚𝒃𝒆11

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𝑻𝒂𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕~ @pandoraslxna @neteyamgfs @faintfill @tsireyasluvr @aperiraa @fioooweeooweeeoo @loakstahni @brioffthegrid @wheneclipsefalls @chershire23 @blue-slxt @tallulah477 @itchaboi-itchyboy @neteyamsyawntu @neteyamyawne @inolaphoenix @renaimel

[cvnt4him]

Izuku dating a literal insomniac 🫡

Let's see what I can come up with<3

Restless nights are the worst. Being unable to do the one thing you want and need most in the world is making you go crazy. You sigh heavily as you try and force yourself to sleep. Tossing and turning in bed everything catching your attention besides tiredness. It's annoying you deeply.

You completely give up after you see the clock, 12 am. You have things to do tomorrow and you just know you're going to be tired but oh well. Your body doesn't want to cooperate, your mind doesn't want to shut the hell up, it's like nothing wants to do what you need.

You have nothing to do, it's literally midnight the whole world should be asleep. So why can't you get to sleep? The question that you keep asking yourself night after night as you restlessly scroll through social media. Nothing is interesting you long enough, everything is boring and annoying. Gosh this is really starting to piss you off.

The main reason you were trying to even go to sleep at better times was for your boyfriend. You'd told him about how your nights were going and he instantly called it "insomnia". Izuku was nothing more than a heavens sent, he loves having you over and loves sleeping with you! Unfortunately it's not exactly allowed to have the opposite gender in your rooms after hours.

Normally you two would just sneak to one another, however recently aizawa has been doing dorm checks and caught you two in the bed with each other. He barred you two from seeing each other after hours. It was literally like your soul had been ripped out of you. You seem to sleep better under izukus watch, next to him in bed, his body heat warming you comfortably.

Yet now that you don't have it you feel like you're going crazy. You another heavy sigh leaving you, you figure you have no other choice. You'd have to wake your boyfriend. It hurts your heart even just thinking about waking him, you knew he was asleep by now and understood he needed it. You contemplated even texting him but it's like your fingers were moving on their own.

" hey u awake??"

" unfortunately so😞"

" can't sleep? :(("

You sigh again, surprised that he was even awake you thought for sure he'd be asleep.

nope it's getting on my fucking nerves bro

" I'm sorry hon, I wish there was a way I could make you feel better :( "

" I could always try sneaking out!!😼😼"

" so, uhm, no!😓 I don't want you getting in trouble "

" wtf am I supposed to do. Js sit here n look at the fucking ceiling?????"

You groaned angry he wouldn't let you go to him. It's all you wanted and he'd be lying if he said he didn't want it to. You just wanted to be in his arms was that so bad????

" wanna call?"

" maybe my voice will help you calm down, yk like out you to sleep or smth?"

Reading that text your anger completely disappeared, literally evaporating at the thought of hearing his voice. You missed him so much.

"yes please!!!!!💕💕"

" you got it ml💗💗"

You rolled on your side and held your phone close to your chest until you heard it ring picking up within an instant. You squealed and giggled into the mic causing him to chuckle, his light voice slightly groggy. Despite him only chuckling you can hear the tiredness within it.

“ hello, my love.”

He spoke lowly slightly whispering with a chuckle laced in his voice, you could hear the smile on his lips. He was just so cute you couldn't help but kick your feet. He gives you such cuteness aggression.

“ hi baby!!! I miss you.”

You say back to him making him hum, he missed you too he didn't even need to say it, you already knew. He exhaled into the mic before yawning, it was just so cute you couldn't help the line of giggles that escaped.

“ you need to get some rest my love, I don't want you to be tired in the morning.”

“ I know but I just can't sleep... I just want to like, hear your voice I guess.”

“ hmm~, what am I gonna do with you, eh?”

His tired voice was undeniably attractive, it made you bite your lip subconsciously. When he hummed into the mic it gave you butterflies, it was just so... Moving.

Silence fell upon the two of you, a comfortable one at that. Hearing his breath wavering, the sound of him inhaling and exhaling did indeed bring you at peace. It was calming in an odd sense, it was almost as if he was really there. You looked at the time, 2 am.. god you couldn't believe 2 hours had already passed.

With a sigh you'd decided to try once more. You'd try to fall asleep, this time having more hope that you could with your boyfriend on the line. You get comfortable, the sound of covers moving and shifting being heard on his end a hum left him again. You could tell he was tired or almost sleep, it made you feel bad. After getting comfortable silence was there again, just the sound of his breathing coming through. You decided to say one last thing before trying again.

“ I love you, zuku. thank you.”

You closed your eyes with a sigh, lying there for a couple of minutes, random things started flooding your mind instantly causing you to squeeze your eyes shut.

“ love y’too...”

That snapped you out of your little daze, all the things running through your head instantly vanishing at the sound of his voice all hushed and quiet, his words slurred and smushed together. It was just too adorable. You giggle slightly and close your eyes once more with a smile present on your face.

AN: hope this is good idk I've been feeling down lately like so much is happening I'm just drained. This was kinda rushed but hope it's good<3333

[pedrilcvr]

Strawberries — Marc Guiu.

Pairing: Marc Guiu x Fem!Reader

Summary: As a strawberry enthusiast, you never share them with anyone, not even your best friends. So when you, without hesitation, hand Marc one the second he asks, your best friend cannot help but point it out.

Disclaimer/s: This is high school based!

A/N: I Love You Marc Guiu. You Will Be Mine…….. part two !

Sitting down at the lunch table in between your friend, Alana, you pull out your lunch box. Today had been exhausting to say the least and you were just glad to have the thirty minute break to munch on your favorite snack, strawberries.

Alana glances at you, an amused look on her face as she reached over to snag one of the fresh berries. Your reflexes kick in immediately, hand jolting to swat the tan girls hand far away from them.

Wincing, Alana draws back, “hello!?”

Laughter escaped Lamine’s muth at the typical interaction, only dying down once Marc and Héctor finally make their appearance.

You force a conversation change, bringing up how annoying your maths teacher is. As the topics moves along and you finally come to realize he, Marc, was sitting right alongside you, his thigh grazing yours. Your face flushes slightly as you clear your throat, trying to engross yourself with the conversation at hand.

All too aware of his effect on you, Marc leans into your side. “Can I have one?” He asks, a smile on his face as he does so.

Consumed in your ever growing heart rate, you nod, grabbing not one, but two of the red berries and setting them down in front of the boy.

Thats when the table goes silent. Everyone’s eyes flicker between you and Marc, all eyebrows quirked. “Did anyone else just…” Héctor speaks slowly, his index finger motioning between you two.

Your face burns a bright red as you glance at Marc, watching him bite into the strawberry with a smirk. He was enjoying this.

“Oh, so this is insane.” Alana huffs, “just because he’s a little pretty he gets one but not your best friend?”

“A little?” Marc furrows his eyebrows, but is ignored.

You stumble over your words, trying to figure out how to save yourself from this awkward moment. “Uhm—I was just distracted, I didn’t realize–“

Alana tsk’s, “So what? Do I need to get you to fall in love with me too, to get a berry out of you?—Ouch!?”

Kicking the girl under the table twice, you groan. “Alana!” You snap, eyes wide and jaw agape as she’d literally just outed you.

Once again, the table goes silent. A mixture of amusement and tension flooding the air between the five friends.

Héctor is finding it all amusing, Alana is spewing apologies, Lamine is giggling like a school girl, and Marc… Marc is grinning like an idiot.

Your heart is beating irregularly as you avoid Marc’s amused gaze. “I am so not in love with you, do not get any ideas.” You quickly add, beginning to pack up your stupid.. stupid.. strawberries.

A calloused hand covers yours, stopping you from cupping the cover on. Your breath hitches as your eyes fly in Marc’s direction.

“Chillax.” He smiles, a small laugh escaping his perfect lips. “Just eat your strawberries.”

Maybe you could also put a memory forgetting spell on the whole table while you’re at it.

Sucking in a breath of air, you nod. “Right. Totally.”

“Soo..” Alana starts, immediately being shut up by Lamine, who sends her a warning look. “Oh, fuck you.”

“You’re the one who can’t keep her mouth shut!”

While those two begin a rant of insults toward each other, Marc leans in close to your ear, “we’ll talk later.. when we’re alone?”

Your lips form a thin line, “or not..?”

“I’ll meet you in the library during study hall.” He laughs, patting your knee affectionately. And it stays there, for the rest of lunch, both of you smiling like idiots.

DT(s): @halfwayhearted ^_^

Likes, comments, reblogs are all appreciated! If you want DTS on footballer blurbs/fics posted (specific ones or not) lmk ! <3 And I take requests, so feel free to submit some xx , Bea ౨ৎ

[azrielslightintheshadows]

ooh could i request one where the reader drinks something which unknowingly causes her to de-age into a toddler. of course, everyone is taken aback by this and it startles toddler!reader, causing her to cry.

the IC all dote on the reader, trying to make them happy or go to sleep etc. and toddler!reader is equally clingy, loving the attention but scared by the situation. however, she is especially clingy to her mate (any of the batboys) who feels smug about this (or, in the alternative, she is especially clingy to everyone but her mate aw).

no smut please, only fluff (platonic when the reader is a toddler!) and maybe a sprinkle of angst :) ty <3

De-aging potion.

Inner circle x f!Reader (Mate; Azriel)

Warnings; swearing.

Masterlist.

I don’t really know why but I believe Azriel is the best choice as a mate in this. He is so quiet and dark, it definitely serves the purpose of the story. This was hard to write, I hope it's good!

Reader at first doesn't recognize them but I use their names because I don't want to make it confusing.

“Don’t touch this, girl” Amren snapped as you traced your fingertips over a jar.

“Sorry” you mumbled sheepishly.

You, Amren and Cassian were searching for a special herb that would help Feyre with pregnancy pains as the baby’s wings grew.

You were currently in a small cottage right outside of Velaris. The witch who agreed to help glanced at you and offered you a mischievous smile.

“Such a curious girl” she smirked.

You didn’t reply, her whole attitude made you feel uneasy, and you suddenly regretted not taking your mate Azriel with you.

“This one.” The witch said and gave Amren a jar. “Are you sure it will help?” the ancient one asked.

“Are you questioning my abilities dear?”

Cassian glanced at you worriedly, you both knew that the two creatures would turn this meeting into a battlefield if you didn’t step in now.

“I think we’re done here.” You cleared your throat. The tension made your mouth dry, and you winced as you swallowed.

“Here take this.” The witch smiled. She noticed your reluctance and sighed “It’s just water”.

You took the cup from her and gulped down the water before sending her a thankful look and following the others.

“Let’s get the fuck out of here” Cassian shuddered and opened his arms to pick both you and Amren up and fly away.

A wicked laugh rang, and the cottage turned into mist.

“What the fuck?” Cassian exclaimed.

“I-I don’t feel good” you stuttered and stumbled backwards.

“Y/n!” Amren gasped and moved closer.

You felt like your intestines were rearranging themselves and suddenly a bright light emerged from your skin. You landed on your butt and gaped at them.

“Mother’s tits!” Cassian exclaimed while Amren paled.

You flinched at the scream and burst into tears.

“Shut up idiot you’re scaring her! We must take her back to Velaris. Now!” Amren hissed. “Come here sweet girl, we will take you home” she said softly and opened her arms.

You sniffled and pushed yourself up, stumbling into her and wrapping your arms around her neck.

Cassian picked both of you up with a frown and shoot up making you yelp and giggle.

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“We have a problem!” Cassian shouted as you landed on a balcony. Your eyes watered and Amren slapped the back of his head.

You walked into a big dining room where several people were sitting. Everyone’s eyes fell on you and confusion filled their features. Only a male narrowed his eyes and then paled.

“Who’s that sweet girl?” Feyre cooed. “Uhm.. yeah that’s the problem” Cassian scratched the back of his head.

“It’s y/n” Amren rolled her eyes.

Everyone gasped and stared at you with wide eyes making you gasp too and start crying. “Not again” Amren groaned.

“Az” you cried out not sure what that meant but your mind seemed to work on its own accord.

The male who had narrowed his eyes got up and approached you with a worried expression. You peeked from Amren’s neck and stretched your arms to him.

“I’ve got you angel” he said softly and engulfed you in his arms. His shadows shot up and started rubbing your back soothingly. You hummed and hid your face in his neck.

“What happened?” Rhysand asked.

“The witch offered her some water and then this happened.” Amren explained.

“Why didn’t you call me?” Azriel growled “I would make her reverse it!” “Why didn’t we think about that?” Cassian said sarcastically “Oh I know, because she fucking disappeared?”

“Don’t speak like that in front of a child” Feyre gasped.

“She’s not a child!” Cassian exclaimed.

“Please stop” you whispered and Azriel tensed.

“It’s okay angel” he murmured and kissed your head.

You couldn’t understand what was happening to you, it felt like you were trapped inside your mind, seeing everything that was happening but unable to react. You wanted to scream “I’m here!” but your body and brain worked on their own, leaving you helpless.

“I will ask the priestesses to search every book. Maybe we can find a way to reverse it.” Rhysand spoke and got up. The noise making you peek at him. He noticed your curious eyes and grinned. “Hi sweetie” he cooed, and you giggled stretching your arms at him.  Azriel growled but let you cling to Rhys not wanting to make you feel uncomfortable.

Rhysand bounced you on his hip making you giggle. “I’m practicing for our baby” he told Feyre and she smiled.

“Let’s go to the library” he said and started walking away. You noticed a few shadows trailing after you and you made grabby hands at them.

The action made Azriel smile and puff his chest making everyone groan and roll their eyes. When you lost them from your sight you glanced at Rhys and your bottom lip trembled.

“What is it sweetie?” he asked.

“Az” you mumbled, and a few tears escaped. The shadows darted away.

“You want Az?”

You nodded and in a blink Azriel appeared at the end of the hall, marching towards you.

“Come here babygirl” he cooed and grabbed you.

You returned in the dining room.

“What are we going to do about this?” Nesta sighed.

“I guess we keep her happy and safe until we find a solution.” Azriel said and took a seat placing you on his lap. “Honey… even though I love that you are clinging to me, it’s kinda weird to have you on my lap.” He cringed and gave you to Nesta.

Cassian turned to him in confusion “Why?”

Azriel rolled his eyes “She is my mate, sitting on my thighs feels wrong now.”

“Oh yeah” The warlord nodded.

“You’re so cute” Nesta cooed and grabbed your hands making you clap and giggle.

“What do toddlers eat?” Feyre asked.

“I have no idea” Nesta shrugged.

“Probably soft food” Elain joined the conversation and smiled sweetly when you looked at her. “I’ll make her something.” She got up and left.

You squirmed in Nesta’s hold and she frowned “I think she is getting bored guys.”

Cassian’s eyes filled with amusement “I think Uncle Cass has the solution” he boomed.

“You’re not her uncle” Azriel groaned.

Cassian shushed him and picked you up.

“Hey sweet girl wanna fly?” he asked you and you nodded eagerly.

The gentle giant raised you above his head in a lying position and ran around the table, throwing you up and catching you again every now and then. You kept laughing and screaming and kicking your feet.

“Food’s ready!” Elain chirped and entered the room with a plate filled with vegetables and small pieces of chicken.

She took a seat and Cassian placed you on her lap with a kiss on your head.

“Open your mouth sweetheart” she cooed and brought the fork on your lips. You shook your head and hid your face on her shoulder.

“What if I tell you a story while you eat?” she offered making you peek at her. “You like the idea?”. You nodded and she smiled.

“Okay there once was a girl named y/n….”

Everyone gaped at her as you started eating.

“I think we found something” Rhys entered the room with a book in hand.

You couldn’t hear what they said, your body was completely mesmerized by Elain and her story.

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“What did you find” Azriel asked.

“She probably gave her this potion, I can’t find anything else that would cause this to happen except some spells” Rhys replied.

“No it wasn’t a spell” Amren spoke.

The shadowsinger looked at her helplessly “are you sure?”

“Yes boy I know how spells work.” She snorted.

“If it's indeed this potion, then it will pass tomorrow morning. She'll most likely wake up as her grown self.” Rhys explained and Azriel sighed in relief.

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

“Azzie” you screeched, interrupting their conversation and making him smile.

“Yes angel?” “Love you” you gave him a toothy grin and he blushed.

“Aww look at him getting all shy because of a baby” Cassian cooed, and one shadow smacked his head “Ouch”.

“Okay time to sleep little one” Rhysand said and Azriel picked you up.

“No” you shouted.

“You have to sleep sweetie and tomorrow you will be a big girl” Your mate said excitedly.

“No!” you cried out and started squirming in his arms. “Y/n!” he yelled, and you gaped at him. “I said its time to sleep.”

Your eyes watered and his face softened.

“Come on angel” he pleaded.

“Nesta” you cried out and pushed him away trying to get to her.

“I’m here sweetheart” she replied and took you from him.

Azriel frowned and stared at you. “Mean” you told Nesta and pointed at him. “I know” she nodded “Let’s go cuddle”.

You waved goodbye to everyone and Nesta carried you in her room.

She lied next to you, and you rested your head on her chest, her heartbeat lulling you to sleep.

At some point during the night, you saw the witch staring at you in your dream.

“That’s what curious girls get. Next time think before you touch my jars.”

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

You woke up with a groan, feeling like your head was going to explode.

“Good morning” Nesta chuckled, and you gasped.

“I’m in your bed” you said and glanced around.

“Yup” she smiled.

“Please tell me that everything was a dream” you whined.

“Nope”

“Cauldron” you breathed.

The door opened and everyone walked inside.

“She’s back” Cassian shouted, and everyone laughed.

You slowly got up and walked to your mate, hugging him and pressing your cheek on his chest.

“I thought I was mean” he teased you and you hummed.

“You’ll never stop teasing me huh?”

“Nope” everyone exclaimed simultaneously making you groan.

[sanspuppet]

Stranger!Yunho x afab!reader

Summary: weeks after breaking up with your ex, you finally try to enjoy yourself and spend the evening at a club. There, a tall, handsome man approaches you… thanks to him you have the best night you’ve ever had in your entire life.

W/T: alcohol, quick foreplay (in public), hotel sex, unprotected sex, dirty talk, big dick Yunho cuz it’s him c’mon

please reblog if you enjoyed :3

- not already proofread

Your body shivered at the feel of the freezing wind, you tried to keep your warmth by crossing your arms around your waist. Wearing a short dress on a cold night of autumn wasn’t a good idea after all… You pulled the door of the club, the smell of alcohol instantly hit your nostrils, it passed so much time since you’ve smelled it, and somehow was nostalgic, too. You took off your leather jacket and layed it out on the stool, before sitting on it.

When the bartender handed you the drink you ordered, you took a long sip, squeezing your throat at the burning feel of the high alcohol degree.

“I hope getting drunk will help me forget all this shit” Even though it was supposed to be whispered to yourself, the loud lounge music tricked you ears, making you say it out loud.

“Forget what, Miss? Wanna share your story? Seems that both of us have came alone here.” You turned your head towards the voice, your eyes widened at the sight of a tall, handsome man approaching you. He sat down next to you, ordering quickly a drink before having all of his attention back to you.

“What’s your name, beautiful lady?”

“Uhm… y/n” He smiled, you shook hands.

“Mine’s Yunho, Jeong Yunho. So, what’s going on?”

Honestly, talking to a man was the last thing you wanted to do, maybe having sex with someone should have helped but you haven’t thought about having to approach them first.

“I broke up with my boyfriend, i mean…ex now.”

His mouth hung open slightly, not sure what to reply.

“Oh, i’m so sorry… should i leave you alone then? It must be painful for you” He brought his hands on the counter, ready to stand up.

“Nah… he’s a dumbass. Actually i’m happy to not see him anymore, i’m just… kinda annoyed.”

His hands slipped off the marble, resting then on his lap. He giggled, before taking another sip of his drink. You talked for what seemed to be a couple hours, telling short stories about your lives, until your cheeks became red after all the drinks and you were a laughing mess.

“Y/n, you’re such a nice person… and very good looking”If it wasn’t already for the all the amount of alcohol in your body, you’d have surely blushed, because somehow that man attracted you, in all the ways possible. “What a blessing that you’re not taken, no longer at least.” He sighed, turning his head away from you. “But i imagine you have no intention of spending the rest of your night together, neither saving my phone number, having just broke up with your ex”

Fuck.

“What do you mean for the rest of the night?” You leaned forward to see his face better.

“Oh… uhm, never mind.” He shook his head, as if he wanted to throw away his previous thought.

“If you mean by sleeping together, i’m up for it. But we seriously need to call for an Uber after all the tequila we’ve drank.” you giggled, barely standing up straight.

“Yeah i agree, my place?” The man walks behind you, grabbing softly your waist to help you walking.

“I-i don’t know, maybe it’s better if we book an hotel room. You get what i mean.”

He was still a stranger after all.

You squeeze yourself against his warm body as soon as you left the local, the night breeze froze your cheeks, which he cupped in between his hands. “Can i kiss you?”

You didn’t even know why your body reacted a little too critically to him, your legs went shut, your core felt like burning, internally melting at the image of you kissing each other. You leaned forward and planted your lips on his, the warmth of his breath and his arms wrapped around your waist got butterflies in your stomach, this man had a whole new effect on you.

The kiss started a little shyly and hesitantly, but it didn’t took long before you two were tongues deep into your mouths, biting softly on the other’s lips. It was passionate yet still had a hint of neediness from the both of you. The tall man pulled away once he noticed the white car waiting for someone in front of you two.

“Pretty, we’ll have time later to kiss. The uber’s here”

You nodded, moving his hand away from your cheek before carding your fingers through it. He opened the car door for you to enter first, then joined you in after a few seconds. You asked for the nearest hotel, then called the reception to book a room. The journey lasted about 20 minutes, in the first half the mood was pretty tense, the driver turned on the radio to cut off the embarrassing silence. Yunho turned his head to look at your side profile, you were so fucking cute but so damn fuckable. His hand was resting on the seat, before doing so on your inner thigh instead. You had a pretty tight dress and your ass was barely covered, he could feel the warmth of your skin, the hotness of his palm near your weakest core was about to drive you crazy. He got closer to you ear, enough for you to hear what he was whispering despite the loud music:

“What are your intentions for later, beautiful?”

His hand was dangerously close to your cunt, you could already feel a wet slick inside your panties. How could he turn you on with just a light touch? Was it the alcohol? Well, however, you were now sure that the only thing you’d want him to do to you once you get to be alone is to fuck all the stress out of your body.

“Yunho, we already know, right?” You moved your hand under his chin, your noses were a mere inch distant, he could feel your unstable breath, struggling already to contain yourself.

“I want to be sure about that, say it. Let me hear you say it, gorgeous.” his grip on your inner thigh got tighter, his eyes were sparkling with the lush lights coming from the palaces of your city.

“I want you to fuck with me, how about this?” The other hand that wasn’t occupied, quickly ran onto his lap until you were palming the bulge on his pants.

“Fuck” you whispered, more to yourself.

“Shush… i know i’m pretty big, but also pretty impatient.” He forced you to stay still, pressing your shoulders against the backrest. “I need to prep you, now. So as soon as we enter the bedroom i can fuck you with my huge cock” He rubbed your plush lips with his thumb. “You have to be quiet though, can you do it for me?”

“Yeah… yes, Yunho”

“Good girl, i’ll use two fingers. Be ready.”

His slender finger sinked into your panties, rubbing instantly against your aroused bud. It was hard to hold back any whimper, because fuck if time had passed from the last time you felt like this. Yunho was close to your ear, sweet praises were leaking out of his plump lips as he started to rub faster. “Mmh just like that, don’t make any sound or the driver will know how much of a needy slut you are.” You bit your cheeks, forcing you to keep your mouth shut. On the other side, you were trying to spread your legs as wide as possible for his big hand to dive better into your soaked hole. You rolled your eyes back when the two long fingers slided between your folds, pushing them deeper with every little thrust “What a warm and wet pussy… can’t wait to have my dick inside you.” The more he talked dirty to you, the more you felt intimate. His fingers were stretching you out so perfectly that if he would have had better access, he would surely reach your g-spot. “Yes baby, take it… a few more minutes and we’ll arrive. Don’t cum, i want you to do so on my cock, got it?” You nodded quietly, biting forcefully on your lip. After less than a dozen of seconds your legs started to shake slightly, the knot inside your stomach intensified as Yunho’s fingertips were rubbing every sweet spot of your walls. “Y-Yunho… pull out- or else ‘m gonna cum-“

The radio turned off. “Here we are. It’s $70”

Yunho slided out of you at light speed, searching for his wallet. He handed the money to the driver, before motioning you to get out. You could barely stand on your jelly legs, still trying to recover from the previous mind blowing stimulation.

It took you a few minutes to reach the door of your room, his hand never left your waist, gripping at it tightly because of the rush that kept flowing in his veins. Your chest expanded widely with each heavy breath, your heartbeat was racing at a seemingly racing pace. He opened it quickly, running towards the bed as he threw you on it. He pinned your wrists above your head with just on hand, the other one dived back into your panties, giving a quick rub to your clit before tugging on the fabric of your underwear and drugging it off your body.

“Fuck… i need this pussy so bad.” he murmured while watching the tension of his pants between his legs. He then looked at you with hooded eyes. “i don’t have condoms here with me, darling. Dammit i just remembered it, but i’m clean.” You giggled at his frustrated look. “Don’t worry, i am on a birth control.”

Yunho smirked at you, he immediately hooked up your dress. His hands groped every part of your soft body, before focusing particularly on your breast. He seemed on the verge of drooling from just the sight of them.

“Fuck… those are some perfect tits. You’re almost too pretty to be ruined by my big dick…. almost” He sucked on your hard nipple, tugging at the other one at the same time. His tongue swirled around the hot bud, his bulge was becoming painful as he kept getting harder with every moan escaping your mouth.

“Mmmh i wish i could fuck them… maybe later. Now i need you go on all fours for me, gotta fuck your pretty cunt first.”

You immediately turned around, burying your face in the soft mattress as you raised your ass up. The night lights coming from the big window were accentuating the wetness leaking out of your folds.

“So pretty and ready for me.” You heard him unzipping his jeans from behind, then unbuttoning his shirt. A few seconds after hearing the sound of the belt hitting harshly the floor, you felt his warm tip brushing against the entrance of your throbbing hole.

“Good… now take it, i know you can do it.”

“F-fuck! Y-Yunho!” You moaned loudly when his cock slided inside of you. Despite your pussy was a literal river from how wet you were, his girthy length was painful to take for the first seconds. You unconsciously grabbed your ass, moving your cheeks apart and widening your legs more, trying helplessly to give him more space inside you.

“You’re doing great baby, taking me so well…” he waited a few seconds for you to adjust yourself to his hugeness. When he felt like you were ready, he leaned over your back, and sucked on your earlob. “Mmh… so tight, i love it. ‘M gonna start fucking you now. Are you ready babe?”

“Y-yes… Fuck! So big…”

You couldn’t help but moan with every single twitch and stroke of his dick. His hands were groping at your ass, forcing your hips to stay still while he pushed himself even deeper. “Good girl, just like that. I need to go faster” As he said that, he was now completely sank into your pussy, his cockhead hit pleasantly your g-spot, making you yelp out. His hips started to move backwards and forth, sliding continuously his length into you. You mewled out loud with every thrust, the pleasure became more powerful with the seconds passing.

“Yeah? Right there baby? Feels good? I bet it feels amazing…ah” his low groans were music to your ears, the intense knot was building up again in your stomach as he started to fuck you even faster.

“Y-Yunho- please… fuck!” By now you didn’t even know what you were begging for, you were mumbling incoherent words as your mind went quickly blank with every pound.

“Yes pretty, i know you want to cum… i’m close. Will you take all of my precious sperm inside your wet little pussy?” His thrusts grew more decisive but still became sloppier than before. You were about to reach your orgasm, you felt it so close… you just needed that little more friction and you were sure that you would experience pure abyss of pleasure, something that could never feel more amazing and arousing. He knew that, he could tell it. His thumb pressed quickly against your clit, rubbing it in fast circles, enough for your climax to hit you after a few seconds.

Your lower body felt like falling, Yunho quickly grabbed your waist, keeping you still. A tight squeeze of yours around his dick and you got him over the edge. His cum was leaking out of your folds as they were already filled by his huge length.

“Fuck… i wish you could look at you right now. So beautifully fucked out and bred with my babies.”

He layed next to you, a hand caressing softly your bare back and drawing invisible lines with his fingertips. Without even realizing it you both collapsed in a deep sleep, locked in each other’s arms.

[pyramid-of-starrs]

Don't Be a Sweat

Pairing: Gamer Yunho x Gamer Fem Reader

Genre: Smut & Fluff

Warnings: Sub Yunho, dom reader, fem reader and parts but no fem names, cum eating, exhibitionism, fingering, oral sex (fem receiving), unprotected sex (stay safe pls), cursing, if its anything I missed pls let me know.

Word count: 4.8K (one day I'll get past 4k lol)

A/N: First sub Fic, I think I did an okay job but let me know if you like it!

Minors dni

Smut under the cut

The door to your best friend’s room opens and you and her walk into it, you both plop down on her bed tired from a long day of socializing. You both decided to do attend a "group date" that the designated match maker of your friend group set up. 3 hours of karaoke with the lamest guys you think you've ever met it was so dreadful and boring, you would have much rather been home streaming yourself playing overwatch or the new PSN free games of the month.

"I know what you're thinking Y/N." Your best friend turned to you and said,

"And what am I think little Ms. Mind reader."

"You're thinking "God those guys sucked I bet they couldn't even beat me in a 1v1 on Minecraft." or something like that." you both laughed.

"Good effort but you can't 1v1 on Minecraft there is no fighting on it, Minecraft is-"

"Ah- spare me the nerdy details I hear enough gamer bullshit with my brother. Anyway, what the hell was she thinking setting us up with that pack of losers of the year." She laughs and shakes her head.

"Oh god did you hear the one ranting about all women wanting money." you joined her in her laughing.

"If you're gonna ask me my income you're gonna need to cook and clean blah blah blah go live in the fucking 50s then! Oh, and the one that hounded you when you told him that you're a streamer."

"I bet I could beat you at this! I bet you've never heard of this! Like gag me, literally."

You two started laughing louder at your impressions of the men, they truly were just that pathetic, but to you, every man was.

Being a streamer, you run into your fair share of overly misogynistic incels that hate you just because you like games and have a vagina but in reality they would crumble at your feet if they ever saw you. Hot women that play games make men angry for some reason and you wanted nothing more than to break them down . Beating them after they whine about how you're a terrible and only popular because you're pretty, always made you smile. It was kind of a sick enjoyment you got out of beating them but who care, sweats get no sympathy from you.

Speaking of sweats as you and your best friend were enjoying having a laugh you suddenly heard loud knocking on the door. Your best friend rolled her eyes.

"Ugh What!" she knew exactly who it was.

The bedroom door swung open and in walked your best friends twin brother Yunho. Yunho was also a gamer like you, very tall and handsome but you two have never seen eye to eye. Ever since the day you became friends with BF/N Yunho terrorize you. Calling you names,  embarrassing you in front of guys, making fun of your hair and outfits and just being an all-around bully. Eventually feelings became mutual, and you only put yourself around him to hang out with your friend but other then that you and Yunho couldn’t even have a conversation with out arguing.

“Can you guys shut the fuck up already? I’m trying to play squads with the guys, and they can barely hear me over you two.”

“Yeah, yeah whatever they will live.” Your best friend said while trying to wave her brother off.

You let out another giggle “You guys can barely shoot straight I’m sure we aren’t the reason you guys are losing, y’all just suck.”

You and BF/N started laughing together again as she slapped your shoulder.

“Ohhh Y/N maybe we should invite Yunhos friends over they are actually kinda hot and a few game like you, you’ll really like the really hot one uhm what’s his name- oh San!”

“Ooouuu, he sounds sexy, maybe we should invite them over.”

“As fucking if, my friends would never date a chick like Y/N.” Yunho rolled his eyes.

“And what the hell kinda chick am I Yunho.” You folded your arms and tilted your head ready to pop off at him.

“The kinda chick who can’t keep a guy even if he was locked in her basement because no one wants her ugly ass.”

“Now I’m ugly? Well, who dyed their hair Blonde just to get a girl that ended up fucking everyone BUT you.”

His ears and face turned red in embarrassment.

“Sis, you told her about that?”

“Yuyu, I had too, I wanted her to feel bad so you guys could talk, and you could finally tell her you like her.”

Boy if his face wasn’t red then it sure was red now, he even tried wiping the embarrassment off.

“What !? As if I would like some girl that spends all her time gaming and talking shit online like a fucking loser. I’d never date someone like her!”

“Good cause it’ll never fucking happen, maybe I should do what BF/N said and fuck your friend just to piss you off!” You stood up at this point, who the hell does he think he is calling you a loser.

“Fuck you Y/N!” He yelled before walking out and slamming the door, thank God Yunho and BF/N moved out and into their shared apartment so their parents didn’t hear the argument.

You plopped back down on the bed.

“God what the fuck is his problem? It’s like he hates my guts for no reason.”

“It’s just like I said Y/N, the boy likes you.” She yawned and stood up to change into her sleeping clothes.

“What? BF/N be serious here.”

She finished getting ready for bed and you got up to change into the shorts and shirt you brought with you to spend the night.

“I am being serious; he’s always liked you that’s why he’s mean to you.”

She got up and turned off the lights and got under the covers, you did too, you two faced each other.

“If you don’t believe me, ask him yourself tomorrow, good night, Y/N.”

“…night.”

You two eventually drifted off to sleep but your mind was still racing, did Yunho really like you? Isn’t that “boy is mean to the girl he likes” trope only in moves and poorly written fan fics? (Girl I’m trying my best)

Around 2am you were woken up by Yunho yelling, he was most likely playing the game with his friend, you could hear him faintly saying “Bro get him” and “Fuck” in the next room. You were going to go back to sleep but decided to see if what your friend said was true because it was slowly eating you up. You got up and walked to the room next door and knocked on his door. You could hear him telling his friends he would be back and then he opened the door. He had on random graphic tee and some grey sweatpants; fuck why does it have to be grey sweatpants. His room was nice, the lights were out but the LED strips around his bed still lit up the room.

“Oh, its you, what do you want?”

“Um, well can I talk to you for a second?”

“I mean I guess…” he walked back over to the gaming chair that was stationed in front of his TV and sat back down.

You decided to sit on his bed on the edge facing the TV and there was a brief awkward silence before he broke it.

“You came to my room just to sit here and stare?”

“No…um…”

“Spit it out dude God, what’s your problem why can’t you be normal?”

Even with you trying to talk to him he just pisses you off.

“I heard you got the new street fighter game, lets play it.”

“What ?”

“Yea let play, loser has to do whatever the winner says.”

“What the fuck is wrong with you, no I’m going back to playing with my friends.” He picked up his controller and put his headset back on. You just couldn’t understand why Yunho was so mean to you, what you ever did or why he just woke up and chose to treat you this badly. If what your friend said was true then you needed to find out, tonight! While Yunho continued to play with his friends you took matters into your own hands and snatched his headset and controller.

“What are you-“

“Sorry, Yunho is busy he’ll get back on later.” You said directly into the mic then quit his game mid match.

“Y/N What the fuck is your deal?”

“Shut up.”

He sat quietly while you started up the street fighter game, you tossed him back his controller and grabbed the unoccupied one and turned it on.

“Now like I said, loser has to do what ever the winner says got it?”

“…fine”

“Good.”

You two selected your characters and the match started, 3 rounds, unlimited time. You and Yunho played while making random grunting sounds and shouting one worded taunt but even he couldn’t match up to your acute game skill. The match ended with you as the winner, and you raised your hands in victory.

“That was such BS.”

“Don’t be a sore loser YuYu.”

“Don’t call me that! I’m not a kid any more Y/N.”

“Whatever, since I won you have to do whatever I say now.”

“What do you want me to do.”

“Hmm…for now you have to sit next to me on the bed.” You said in a slightly shaky voice.

He arched his eyebrow but chose not to question it getting up from his gaming chair and sitting next to you on the edge of the bed. Your heart started to beat a bit faster, Yunho has never made you feel this way before but with the thought that he may like you in mind it made you feel a bit shy.

“Earth to Y/N, come on let’s go again.”

“Y-yeah okay let’s play.”

Why was this making you so shy, you aren’t that kind of person especially for Yunho, so why is the thought of him liking you driving you crazy. You had zoned out thinking and didn’t realize you were losing, by the time you snapped out of it you had lost the match.

“I thought you were supposed to be some awesome ass gamer, that was terrible.”

“Shut up! What do you want me to do ?”

“How about you play in just your bra from now on.”

You scoffed because you knew that he was doing this to embarrass you, you knew he just wanted to belittle you. Even if he did like you, he was still an ass, and you were determined to finally put him in his place.

“Fine you want to play it like that, say less.”

You took off your night shirt and Yunho looked back at the TV to get ready to play the next round. Round after round Yunho lost to you because you had to show him who’s the top gamer here. You kept his theme of stripping, and he was left playing in just his underwear, his face was red as a tomato, and he was flustered playing. The next round started, and he pulled the ultimate foul move of gaming, pausing to see the move list.

“Come on YuYu don’t be scared of losing.” You laughed at his embarrassment.

He growled lowly. “Shut up, why are we even doing this anyways?”

“I have my reasoning, so come on and lose like a champ.”

Your eyes focused back on the TV and before he could unpause the game to take his loss, a message from one of his gaming friends came up.

xX_CallMeDaddyMin_Xx: Yo, Yunho did you screw that streamer chick your sister is friends with finally lol.

You both read the message and before you both could react another friend sent another message; you realize it’s coming from the group party chat. You disconnected his mic but forgot to leave the party too.

__bl00dy__San__: Yeah, tell her how you always watch her streams, probs jack off to them to lmaooooo.

Before anymore messages could come through, he turned off the TV.

“Ge-Get out I’m going to bed.”

He was a blushing mess, everyone just kept outing his little secrets today, he got under the covers and covered his face, and you couldn’t help but giggle at him, he was so cute when he was shy, and you hated to admit it. You crawled up next to him, now was your chance to get some revenge.

“Come on YuYu, tell me if what they said was true.” You snaked your hand under the covers slowly, trickling down his leg.

“Leave me alone.”

“Do you watch my streams YuYu?”

“Go the hell away Y/N” he said in a muffled shy voice, you needed to tease him more now, this was your area of expertise. Once again you were used to toxic guys trying to come into your streams to harass you, but you had a love for turning those same yelling dickheads to whimpering messes, it gave you so much power, and to finally have that advantage over the same guy that has bullied you for years. You were going to enjoy this way more then you should, and so was he, you reached up and whispered into his ear.

“Why YuYu? Don’t wanna admit you like to watch me stream even though you hate me.”

Your hands reached his V line, you played with the band of his boxers.

“I-I don’t hate you…”

“Oh really? How do I make you feel then YuYu?”

Your hands dived into his boxers, and you found his semi hard length, you started to rub up and down the shaft slowly to really tease him. One thing you hated to admit about Yunho was that he was packing. You grew up seeing him in all kinds of clothing and sometimes would see the outline, but you’d rather choke then admit he had a big dick but now that you’re feeling it it’s undeniable.

His bit back a small moan at the feel of your fingers on him, his mind was racing, the girl he’s been madly in love with since they were snot nosed was in his bed feeling him up, how could he possibly function.

“….you’re okay I guess.” He continued to hide his face in the covers.

“No, no little baby, I need a better answer then that, or do you just want me to stop and leave.” You stopped moving your hands but didn’t take them out of his underwear.

“No…please don’t stop.”

“Oh, you don’t want me to stop YuYu? Am I making you feel good? Is that why you watch my streams? Because I make you feel good baby.”

He didn’t respond so it was time to push these answers out of him, or more so rub them out of him. You gripped the base of his length and started to slowly pump his dick, he let out a soft moan at the sudden friction and it made your clit jump, you needed more and so did he.

“You…you look nice when you’re gaming.”

“Aww thank you baby but I’m asking you how I make you feel, so tell me that.”

Moving your hands up and down his shaft you directed your attention to his tip, pumping it tightly as precum slowly oozed out of it, you spread it over his tip the more you pumped, you wish he wasn’t so shy so you could watch his pretty pink tip be teased right now.

“Do I turn you on Yuyu? When I watch and degrade those guys on my stream does it make your dick throb? Do you wish I was talking to you?”

He could barely focus, the slow stroking on his length made him dizzy because the sensation was so strong.

“How about you let me see you Yuyu, let me see you fall apart for the girl you claimed to hate all these years.”

You pull the cover back and pull his dick out of his boxers, his dick was red and ready to burst, the tan shaft had pretty veins bulging on it, he had some girth, but the length was something to look at.

“Wow Yuyu your dick is so pretty for an asshole.”

He covers his face and looks away from you, he didn’t know rather he wanted to disappear or cum, your teasing was so sexy, but he didn’t envision the first sexual encounter with you going like this, but he wasn’t mad at it either. You started to pump his dick even more and moved down to it. As you pumped his dick faster, he bit down on his lips hard.

“Don’t hide YuYu let me see what you look like when you cum, is that what you want baby? You want to cum for me like a desperate little slut?”

“…yes…please…”

“Please what baby?” You kept a steady pace as your grip tightened a bit.

“…please let me cum for you Y/N.”

You grinned a bit at his begging.

“Show me Yuyu, show me how you touch your self when you watch my streams.”

He was shy but he was desperate, he sat up and you removed your hand from his needy dick, and he replaced it with his own. He avoided your gaze, his whole face was red, and his eyes were low, he wanted to cum for you so bad it was driving him crazy. He started to pump his sensitive cock, throwing his head back onto the LED lit bedframe, breathy moans coming from his plush M shaped wet lips.

“Ah…Y/N…please watch me cum.” He tightly closed his eyes as he could feel his climax steadily approaching.

You had a lustful yet evil smile on your face.

“Of course, baby I’ll watch you stroke your slutty dick all night if you want me too, but I want to see more baby so don’t cum just yet, okay?”

He opened his eyes, his vision was hazy, his climax was right on the horizon and having him hold it only made it worse.

“Please…please let me cum for you Y/N” his grip on his shaft was firm as he continued to fall apart under you gazes.

“Mm well since you ask so nicely and you’re so desperate, go ahead and cum for me Babyboy.”

His moans were soft but got louder as his strokes became faster until his came. He shot hot ropes of cum from his throbbing cock, he continued to pump as it shot out and landed on his legs. His chest puffed in and out as he held his dick in his hands, he tilted his head on the side of the headrest of the bed. You giggled at his fucked-out state.

“You’re actually so cute YuYu.” You gathered up all the cum that came out onto your fingers, his eyes opened to see what your next step was. You put your now cum covered fingers into your mouth and sucked all of it off as he watched.

“Come on Yuyu, I want to play some more.” You sat on your legs and reached behind you to unclasp your bra, when you removed it Yunhos eyes was glued to your 2 mountains. You took it a step further and removed your shorts and underwear. Yunhos breathing spiked again and his softened rod started to rise once again.

“Do you want to touch me Yuyu? Go ahead and touch me wherever you like.”

He eagerly nodded his head and reached out both hands and gripped both your breast, he started to massage them.

“Ah~ that feels so good, touch me more okay Yunho.”

He brushed his thumbs over your nipples, and you moaned even more, your aching cunt became hot as you threw your head back.

“Ca-can I kiss you?” he shyly asked.

“Of course, baby.”

He didn’t waste another minute and planted a hot kiss on your lips. You’ve had sex with plenty of guys before and kissed lots of them, but this wasn’t like any kiss you’ve ever had, this kiss had dept and meaning to it, however now that you realized it, this whole moment felt so sensual. His touch on your breast gave you goosebumps and his tongue entering your mouth made you want him even more, you never realized just how much your body yearned for Yunho until now. Your tongues were doing an elaborate dance before he disconnected your mouths.

“Y/N…I need to taste you please…” Before you could even respond he pushed you down and got between your legs.

“You’re such an eager little baby, you want to taste my pretty little pussy that bad?”

He once again nodded eagerly, the look in his eyes looked like he wanted to literally eat you. You decided to give him what he is craving, and you spread your legs nice and wide so he could get a nice view, he leaned down and put his face inches away from your soaking cunt, he was so close you could feel the small breaths he was taking.

“It’s so pretty Y/N” Your face got hot at the compliment, one of the rare times he has complimented you and its about your pussy, you felt like melting. He licked one long stripe from your hole to your clit, then flicked his tongue on your nub, your legs flinched to close, and he swiftly brought his hands up to hold your legs open. He was eating your pussy like he was on death row, and this was the last meal he requested. Your back arched and staggered moans started to come from your mouth. He inserted one then two fingers into your hole, your pussy clenched and unclenched repeatedly around them as he sucked your clit like it was a lollipop. Your hands gripped his newly bleach blonde hair.

“You’re doing so good Yuyu, I’m going to cum on your pretty face if you keep going baby.”

“Please Y/N, please cum on my face, I need more of you.”

He hadn’t even entered you yet and he was already pussy drunk, he kept licking your core like his life depended on it. Your hips started to buck and you grinded down on his face, the feeling of his lips wrapped around your clit and his long slender fingers deep inside you, you had reached your limit. You came on his face, your clit throbbed, your hole started to squeeze his finger tightly, you had a firm grip on his hair, and he kept lapping up your juices. Over stimulation started to kick in and it seemed like Yunho had no plans on stopping anytime soon. You tried to push his face away, but he was stronger than you and kept going.

“Yunho! I’m gonna go crazy and wake your sister up, stop!”

He finally released your swollen nub from his lips and took his fingers out of you, he looked up at you with his face covered in your wetness, his eyes looked to pure and sincere yet the entire scene of him still having your legs spread wide was everything but pure.

“I’m sorry…I just need you so bad Y/N…”

“Then hurry up and fuck me Yuyu.”

His eyes gleamed like a kid that just got told he can open his gifts on Christmas eve and not Christmas.

“R-really? Oh my god okay let me grab a condom.” He excitedly got up and walked over to his dresser. He grabbed on condom from the top drawer, and you could swear you saw his invisible golden retriever tail wagging, he was so cute you giggled to yourself. He walked back over as he was tearing open the condom, he fully removed his boxers before getting back between your legs. He rolled the condom all the way down his length and lined himself up with your entrance.

“Are you sure about this Y/N? We don’t have too if you don’t want to.”

You reached up to cup the side of his face and smiled warmly at him.

“I want this Yuyu, please take me, I need you just as much as you need me right now.”

He leaned down to kiss you deeply and inserted the tip into you. You winced as your pussy began to stretch around his dick. He kept the slower pace as you moaned into his mouth, his length just kept coming, it felt like it was never ending. Once he bottomed out in you, he stopped the kiss.

“Are you okay?”

“Yes, I’m okay baby, I promise.”

He stroked into you once. Twice. Three times. Then stopped deep in you and closed his eyes tightly as he held his position inside of you.

“What’s wrong? I told you I’m okay, you can keep going.”

“I-I know but- I’m not” a rosy blush covered his high cheeks bones yet again and that’s when you put two and two together.

“Yuyu did you…did you cum?”

“…yeah”

He pulled out of you and the condom was filled with his cum, he took the condom off in embarrassment and tossed it into his bedside trash You wanted so badly to tease him, but you couldn’t bring yourself to do it, instead you reached your arms out to invite him in for a hug and he gladly accepted it. He dropped down on your body, and you hugged him tightly, even though he just came his dick was still hard as rock.

“Are you still horny Yuyu?”

“Yea but that was my last condom.”

“So, you are a little slut huh?”

“Not now Y/N” he was still sad that he couldn’t fully experience his first-time having sex with you the way that he wanted too.

“…Are you clean?”

“Of course, what kinda question is that?”

“…well, I am too.”

“What are you saying right now Y/N?” He leaned up to make sure he was understanding exactly what you were saying, and he wasn’t just hearing what he wanted to hear.

“I’m saying…if you want to keep going without a condom…we can…I trust you.”

That was all Yunho had to hear, he leaned back down onto you, and you hugged him again, he reached down and lined himself back up into your entrance and slid his dick back into you. His ear was right by your mouth as you let out a throaty moan, he wrapped his arms around you, squeezing you tightly, pumping into your pussy slowly and deeply. You gripped both his shoulders and drip your nails into them.

“You feel so good inside me Yuyu it’s so deep.”

He started to pump into you deeply, his tip hitting your spot like it was a drum as he drilled into you. He groaned as the over stimulation and his soon approaching climax was rushing forward.

“I’m about to cum Y/N please cum with me.”

You dragged your nails up and down his back leaving red streaks up and down his back as he stroked deeply into you. You started to see stars; you tried your best to moan quietly but you couldn’t the feeling was too amazing. In perfect sync you two came together, you could feel the hot liquid deep inside you, thank God you were on birth control or you’d for sure be good as pregnant.

He still held you tightly and gave no signs of letting go, his dick softened inside of you.

“Yunho pull out so I can wipe up.”

“I want to stay in you forever Y/N, I love you so much.”

You couldn’t help but smile when he said that.

“I’m so sorry I’ve been so awful to you, it’s not an excuse but you drive me so crazy, and hearing about that stupid group date my sister dragged you too pissed me off so bad. I want to be the only one taking you out, I want to be the only one seeing you like this…” He kept going, just spilling out all these feelings he had held in for years, you felt like your heart was going to explode. As he was still talking, you pulled him into a kiss.

“I like you too loser.” You kissed him again and he slid out of you, you could feel everything seeping out of you, he reached over to his bed side table and grab a few of the tissues that were in the tissue box. He carefully wiped out your overstuffed pussy and threw the tissues away. He pulled the cover over you both and brought you in too cuddle.

“Yunho, I have to sneak back into your sisters’ room before she wakes up.”

The door swung open, and your best friend stood in the door frame with dark circles under her eyes.

“Too fucking late for that, I’m glad you two worked out your feelings for each other but next time do it quietly and when I’m not fucking home.” She slammed the door as she left, and you and Yunho just laid their giggling with each other.

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A Demon’s Ache — Part 3

Eyeless Jack x Reader

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Jack’s room is dark, like it usually is

He keeps his blackout curtains closed, both because it’s in his nature to resent the sunlight, and because he doesn’t need the light to see anyways

He’s lying on his back, one hand behind his head, the other on his stomach

His gaze is facing the ceiling, but he’s not really seeing it

He’s too busy thinking about you instead

But that’s nothing out of the ordinary

Really, his obsession has only gotten worse since you let him touch you, since you let him taste you

You have him wrapped around your little finger—and you probably don’t even know it

He closes his eyes

The image of you comes to mind as he does

He thinks about the shape of your face, the curve of your jawline, the angle of your nose

He thinks about your pretty lips, so fucking cute when they’re parted and moaning for him

He thinks about the shape of your body, the swells and dips of your form, the texture of your skin, the smell of your arousal, the taste of your sex against his tongue—

His hips buckle, and he’d barely even noticed his hand had travelled down to his stiffening cock as he thought of you

Fuck

He has to stop this before his obsession consumes him

He needs a distraction—anything to take his mind off of you

He’s about to get on his computer when there’s a knock at his door

He debates answering

Really, he’s in no condition to do so—he’s visibly hard and very obviously turned-on

He hopes whoever’s trying to talk to him will get the hint and leave him alone

But then the knock returns a few seconds later

With a sigh, he fixes himself up, trying to conceal his hard-on, trying not to look half as horny as he is

Maybe this is good, maybe it’ll provide the distraction he needs

But then he opens the door and it’s you

And God, you’re just as mouth-watering as ever

“Hey”

Your voice is quiet, almost a bit hesitant

It takes a moment for him to shove away all the depraved thoughts threatening to surface

And when he does, the best he can manage is a nod of acknowledgment

He should return a greeting, he should ask what’s up, if everything’s ok—fuck, he should say anything, really

But he can’t find the words he’s looking for

All he can think about is grabbing you, pushing you onto the bed and having his way with you

He wants to make a mess of you

“I, uhm… are you busy tonight?”

Your question snaps him from his thoughts

“No, I don’t think I have anything planned,” he answers a bit too quickly, “Why? What’s up?”

You shift in place, and he notices that you seem to be avoiding eye contact

Can you tell what he’s thinking?

Is he making you uncomfortable?

“I was wondering… if you’d like to meet me in the garden? Maybe around sunset, if that works?”

He clears his throat, and forces the image of you wrapping your lips around his swollen cock from his mind

“Yeah, I could do that. Is there… is there a reason for it?”

Your eyes widen slightly at the question

What’s gotten you so nervous?

“Uh, yeah, there is a reason. But I’d like to talk about it tonight. So, um… anyways, I have to get to something right now. But I’ll-I’ll see you then!”

And just like that, you turn and walk away, leaving him behind without any further explanation

He watches you go, still trying to shrug off the image of you in the midst of an orgasm from his mind

Fuck, he should really try to get his urges under control

It’s only when he closes the door shut that it clicks

He smacks his face into the palm of his hand, groaning

God, he’s so fucking stupid

Did you just ask him out?

And he was too fucking horny and oblivious to catch on?

Something like frustration boils in his blood—until it actually sinks in

Wait

Did you really just ask him out?

As in—you like him?

And you want to take things further—maybe even make them official?

His heart flutters in his chest

Excitement like nausea churns in his stomach

Finally

Finally

Is he finally going to get the chance to make you his?

He paces to one side of his room, already trying to imagine what the conversation will be like

He shouldn’t get his hopes up, but he can’t help himself

He’s been waiting so long for this

So, so incredibly long

All of those sleepless nights he laid awake, thinking of you, imagining what it’d be like to mate you—and now he’s finally getting his chance

He can feel his pulse getting faster, his body growing warmer

Anticipation infiltrates his system like an irritant

He glances at the clock on his nightstand; 2:51 PM

Sunset would be in about 4 or 5 hours

He takes a deep breath, trying to calm himself down

There’s no point in overthinking it right now, and it’s probably not a good idea to build it up so much anyways

Whatever happens, happens

He sits at the edge of his bed and clasps his hands together

A minute ticks by

The silence is suddenly deafening

He doesn’t want to think about tonight

He shouldn’t think about it

But it’s like his mind is working against him

Because the more he tries to push it away, the more he finds himself imagining what you might tell him in a few short hours

Until eventually, he decides, fuck it, he needs to expend this energy somehow

••

7:30 PM

Golden pink hues color the puffy white clouds in the sky

He’s early—embarrassingly so

But he couldn’t wait any longer

Staying holed up in his room was getting agonizing

His desperation was making him want to crawl out of his own skin

And after thinking about it over and over and over again, he came to the conclusion that even if the point of this rendezvous isn’t to confess, he’ll ask what you think of him anyways

Because the on-and-off hot-and-cold is just about killing him

Besides, you let him touch you twice now, surely that means something, right?

Pacing back and forth in the garden between some rose bushes, he starts overthinking yet again

The air is warm and sweet, and the flowers are big and bright and beautiful, but he’s too nervous to appreciate the moment

“Act natural,” he murmurs to himself, “don’t fuck things up. For the love of God, don’t fuck this up”

He shouldn’t let such a small request for a meetup get to his head, but he’s entirely drunk on the thought of you returning his feelings

Screw not getting his hopes up, they’re basically skyrocketed by this point

“Chill, just chill. Don’t scare her away…”

“Hey Jack”

Jack is used to a variety of strange things

He’s used to talking dogs and walking corpses, and that’s just scraping the surface

But being a near-perfect predator, he’s most certainly not used to people sneaking up on him

And he’s been so on-edge that it actually makes him jump when you make your presence known

“Fuck—(y/n)! I didn’t notice you coming”

His reaction makes you laugh, and god, he’d let you scare him every day if it meant being able to hear that laugh

“Sorry, I thought you heard me”

No, he thinks, I was too busy dreaming about making you mine

“It’s fine,” he answers, and he’s grinning beneath his mask because just being around you makes him feel like he’s floating sometimes

You’re like the embodiment of sunshine and happiness and everything good in the world

“So, uh, I guess I… I sort of just wanted to clear the air on something,” you start, and whether you know it or not, you have Jack’s full attention

He’s hanging off your every word like a guilty sinner during a prayer

“About what’s been happening between us,” you hesitate, and it’s like every passing second is stretching into an eternity

His thoughts are racing a mile a minute, desperately trying to predict how the next few minutes will play out

He wants you to say you love him, say you need him just as much as he needs you

And god, more than anything else, he wants to be able to kiss you

He wants to tangle his fingers into your hair, pull you close and kiss you until you’re both panting and dizzy

He wants to claim you with his teeth

“I think… I think it’s best if we stop”

There’s a pause

Your words almost don’t register with him at first

It’s like his brain refuses to process what you’ve just said

Time practically comes to a standstill—like it’s just you and him standing under the sunset

He can almost pretend nothing else exists

He can almost pretend you said the opposite of what you meant

“I-I shouldn’t have let things go as far as they did. It was a mistake, and I’m sorry”

A mistake

It’s the only word he seems to latch onto

And he finds himself repeating it over and over and over again in his head

“But I really, really value our friendship, and I hope that won’t change anything about it… right?”

You finally stop to look up at him

He’s thankful he’s wearing his mask

It allows for a certain amount of disconnect, a certain level of detachment

You can’t read his expression, so he can’t fuck things up by accidentally showing how he truly feels

Like he can’t live without you

“Yeah, I understand,” he tries to keep his voice even

Completely neutral

Devoid of pain from that bitter sting of unrequited love

You smile, relieved, blissfully unaware that you’ve shattered the demon’s heart

“That’s great! I’m really glad you understand, I was worried this would change something between us”

It changes nothing for you, he realizes, but almost everything for him

“Uhm… and yeah, that was basically it. I’m happy we were able to set things straight”

You offer another smile

And even though he really shouldn’t be thinking about this right now, he can’t stop himself from noticing how soft your lips look

And how he’ll probably never be able to feel them against his

“I have to go, I think Slender wanted my help with something, but I’ll see you around”

He nods, and just like that, you leave him behind

You leave him behind, just like you always do

He stands there in the garden, alone, surrounded by roses and tulips, for god-knows how long

It feels like a few minutes and a few hours at the same time

Your conversation replays itself in his head like a broken record

He imagines all the ways it could’ve played out differently

Maybe he should’ve said something to make you reconsider

But maybe it was already too late

Maybe he’d waited too long

Maybe he’d missed his chance after letting you get away that first time

And maybe he should’ve followed you out the kitchen that second time—no matter how suspicious it may have seemed to the other creeps walking in

He should’ve cared more about labels, he should’ve asked your opinion, he should’ve done this and that and just about a thousand other things differently

A slow, simmering kind of anger builds in his chest

It’s not your fault

Acting almost purely on instinct, he starts walking in a set direction

And the rest of the night is a blur

He hears the screams, feels the blood and viscera on his hands, bones against his teeth, but it all feels distant

It’s almost like he’s underwater

He’s drowning; in and out of consciousness, in and out of rational thought

At one point, he hears sirens blaring

And when they start closing in on him, he’s lucid enough to know that he should run

••

Pain

There’s a dull ache consuming the entirety of his body

His back, in particular, is throbbing

Eyes flashing open, Jack finds himself waking up at an unfamiliar scene

Two tall buildings sit on either side of him, blocking the view of what seems to be a dreary overcast day

He moves, and a jolt of pain shoots up his body

He groans

He feels so stiff

There’s something hard and lumpy beneath him

He shifts, finds a half empty garbage bag beneath him, and tosses it away

As soon as it registers that he passed out next to a dumpster in an alley, the smell hits him

And god, it fucking reeks

He covers a hand over his mouth to hold back a gag

And the smell of blood on his hands is just barely enough to cover the stench of the garbage

He doesn’t look down to take inventory of the state of his body

He’d rather not know

Instead, he shakily pulls himself up to stand, then stumbles out of the alleyway

A vacant street lined with large white buildings greets him as he tries to figure out where he is

Judging by the way each property is fenced-off, he can only assume he’s in some kind of factory district

Except that half of the buildings look abandoned, and the other half look like they’re on the verge of falling apart

With the mass of grey clouds hiding the sun, it’s impossible to tell what time it is

He can only hope he hasn’t been out for more than a day

With a sigh, he rakes his stained fingers through his disheveled hair

Something tells him getting back home will be a longer trek than he’d like

By the time he finally does make it back, the sun is just on the cusp of rising

There’s a quiet stillness to the air as the sky lightens with every passing moment

It took him the rest of the day to figure out where he ended up

And then for the entirety of the night, he had to make his way back, ducking in and out of shadows to avoid being seen in the busier suburban neighborhoods

But now he’s finally reached the mansion, which means he’ll finally be able to clean himself and dress his wounds

The first thing he does is makes his way to the closest shower

Not every room has a private bathroom, so there are a few communal showers scattered around the mansion

It’s not the usual bathroom he goes to, but he’s filthy enough to not be picky

He closes the door behind him, locks it, then strips down until he’s bare

His shirt, his hoodie, his pants—everything he's wearing is beyond salvage

Between the various rips, tears, and dark stains of brownish red, he figures he might as well throw them all out in the bathroom’s trash next to the toilet

He doesn’t want to be reminded of what he’s done, anyways

He doesn’t need to be reminded how much of a monster he is

With the his ashen grey body fully exposed, he uses the opportunity to inspect his wounds in the mirror

It’s difficult to see if he’s injured where there’s dried blood flaking on his skin—he can’t really tell if it’s his blood or someone else’s

But either way, none of his wounds look serious, and even the larger gashes and bruises seem to be healing quickly

He probably won’t even need to bandage any of them

With a sigh, he turns the water on and steps into the shower

As soon as the hot water hits his skin, it’s like a weight lifts from his shoulders

His stiff muscles slacken, relaxing beneath the water pressure

He lets the warmth envelop him for a minute or two, lets the water drip down the curves and angles of his sore body

Then he rolls his head to stretch his neck out, then does the same to his shoulders

He passes his fingers through his hair a few times to remove the bits of flesh still clinging to his short-cut dark strands

And then he gets the soap and starts washing himself

He’s so filthy that the suds turn red by the time they trickle down the curve of his v-line between his hips and his torso

There's also dirt or blood—he's not entirely sure which, caked onto the back of his neck, which he quickly scrubs away

He’s extra careful when he cleans around the bruises and gashes decorating his skin, but it’s thankfully painless

The last thing he cleans is the dried blood trapped beneath his fingernails

And even though he’s cleaning such vile remains off of himself, it feels like one of the best showers he'd had in a while

It's relaxing, peaceful, something he doesn't allow himself feel too often

He almost doesn't want to leave

He’s warm and comfortable and blissful in the shower, sheltered from the consequences of his actions and the remorse he’ll feel when his thoughts inevitably return to none other than you

But he knows he can’t avoid the painful truth forever

He does one final pass of the soap over his body, rinses it all off, then finally steps out

Shit

He doesn’t have a change of clothes

With a sigh, he grabs one of the extra towels from the cabinet, dries himself off, then wraps the towel around his hips and exits the steam-filled room

This bathroom is farther from his room than he’d like, so he has to pray he won’t run into anyone on his way there

But considering it’s so early in the morning, his chances of detection are probably unlikely

Unfortunately, luck doesn’t seem to be on his side when he turns a corner and bumps into someone

And he’s utterly mortified when it’s the one person he absolutely does not want to be seen by right now

"Jack?”

You sound just as surprised as he is

The demon’s suddenly hyper-aware that the only thing covering him is one measly little towel wrapped around his hips

That is, until he notices that you’re also not wearing as much as you usually are

But he doesn’t have time to appreciate the sight of your bare legs when he sees whose hoodie you’re wearing

It almost makes him sick

The musk clinging to you, nearly overpowering your sweet scent brings a special kind of rage to the pit of his stomach

"What are you—why are you up? It's like four in the morning"

He almost throws your own question back at you, but he realizes he doesn’t want to hear you say it

Besides, the answer is obvious enough

"I had to get the blood out"

It's all he says

And then he turns and walks away

For once, he makes it a point to be the one leaving you behind, instead of it being the other way around

But it’s not nearly as satisfying as it should be

He almost can't believe it

Of all the people you could sleep with, you slept with Jeff?

[faetima]

𝐛𝐮𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐠𝐮𝐦. .

. . these seven years would be pretty dumb.

// tws ; slight cursing, blood ; gn reader ; modern au, hanahaki au 

a/n: bubble gum by clairo :3

all you could think about was him.

your classmate with light and airy strands of porcelain white hair, akin to the color of an elegant swan’s feathers, all tied together daintily with a single thin vermilion red ribbon.

your classmate with those piercing honey speckled eyes which could see right through you, as if you were translucent.

your classmate who was always dozing off, whatever the reason may be.

your classmate who always managed to appear ethereal somehow, even after just sleeping.

your classmate, jing yuan.

you doubted he ever noticed you. he was always either dozing off quietly or caught up in chatting with fu xuan.

oh, you realized he was doing the latter right now.

fu xuan — more commonly known around the school as diviner fu — gazed up at jing yuan with her amber eyes, a serious shimmer in them. her lilac pink hair was divided into two neatly made ponytails, secured by four golden ji hairpins. they glinted in the bright, blaring fluorescence of the lights in the classroom.

jing yuan leaned down and she murmured something in his ear.

he returned to his usual standing position, now also wearing the same serious expression fu xuan was.

jing yuan glanced around the room, ochre eyes flitting.

you stared at him, curious.

his eyes landed on you, narrowing.

surprised, you panicked.

oh god. looking down would make it obvious i was staring at him. i could keep looking at his direction and pretend that i was looking at soemthing else? but what if he thinks i was looking at him? what the fuck do i do? oh, wait, he looked away.

never mind, he’s coming towards me.

oh fuck he’s coming towards me.

oh fuck. ohfuck. ohfuckohfuckohfuckohfuck-

"hey," jing yuan said, voice deep and a bit rough. he smiled slightly at you, immediately sending off a flurry of butterflies in your stomach.

"oh. uhm, hi," you greeted, your voice light and airy, nervousness bubbling up. you had been a shy person all your life, and your crush randomly coming up and talking with you did not help in easing your nervousness.

jing yuan glanced back at fu xuan, who shook her head furiously at him, signaling something to jing yuan you were unaware of. he rolled his eyes, but decided to comply with her.

"sorry for, uhm, bothering you. i was just wondering if you had the notes we were supposed to copy down today? i kind of fell asleep, and fu xuan doesn’t have them, so i was wondering if you did," he mumbled, an excuse for why he came over to you.

"oh, uh, yeah, i have them," you said, rummaging in your backpack to find your notes. pulling them out, you handed them over to jing yuan.

"thanks," he smiled, "i’ll return them to you tomorrow if that’s okay?"

you nodded.

he nodded.

then he walked away.

you probably should’ve tried talking to him a bit more. maybe make small talk. oh, god, but what if he started thinking you were interested in him if you did that? that you were trying too hard?

yeah , you convinced yourself, mustering up an excuse for your own cowardice. maybe it was better you hadn’t.

--

you had gotten back home from school. setting your backpack aside, you immediately made a beeline for your room.

as soon as you shut and locked the door, you began hacking up fuchsia and créme colored bleeding hearts was how you spent most of your time now.

every night after dinner, or the few bites of food you ate that you thought as dinner now, you'd go to bed with your dove-white sheets pulled up to your neck and with burgundy blood and toxic red bleeding hearts pooled around you.

every morning, you’d wake up wondering if today would be the day he'd finally notice you, if he'd finally know you existed. of course, you knew it was just wishful thinking, but you still craved for him to notice you, to talk to you for more than ten seconds.

and thinking about him lead to wheezing up even more bleeding hearts. all stained vermillion with blood and slick with mucus.

it was the the same cycle over and over again. rinse and repeat.

how you yearned for it to end. but you knew the cycle — and your hanahaki — could only end in one way at this point — death.

you had discovered that you had hanahaki a little too late. now you couldn’t do the surgery without the abnormally big chance of dying.

if you were to die either way, what was the point of doing the surgery then?

--

your hanahaki had gotten worse over the last few weeks.

now you coughed up whole bleeding hearts, coated and stained so much in your blood to the point where the original color of the flowers was unrecognizable.

now you wheezed the damned flowers whenever you fucking laid your damn eyes on him . now you avoided looking up from your seat even more than you used to.

now you hacked up the fucking flowers to the point where you would fucking blackout.

now you wanted to die. wanted to be put out of your damn misery.

--

you wished you could talk to him, but every time you began to walk up to him, you overthought everything and backed out like the coward you were.

it was like you were trapped in some sort of time loop from a horror movie — only instead of running away from something terrifying, this was more of a endless cycle of you wanting to talk to him but never doing so, one that you didn't quite know how to escape.

maybe, just maybe you should try and talk to him.

..

maybe tomorrow.

[kzlove]

3:04am

syn -> armin constantly has trouble sleeping. tonight, he decides to drag his girlfriend into it.

(ooc insomniac!armin)

[3:04am] my min : hey you up ? [3:07am] my min : listen I know you have stuff to-do in the morning [3:07am] my min: but I just really wanna hear from you

[3:10am] love : min bb… [3:11am] love : you can’t sleep again?

[3:11am] my min : I’m really sorry

[3:13am] love : no it’s okay , you can’t control it [3:13am] love : what’s up?

[3:14am] my min : uhm it’s nothing really [3:14am] my min : just wanted to hear from you

[3:14am] love: oo okay

[3:15am] my min : yeah sorry

[3:16am] love : hush [3:17am] love : did you take a warm bath?

[3:17am] my min : yeah

[3:18am] love : drank some water?

{3:18am] my min : two cups

[3:19am] love : turning on the diffuser?

[3:19am] my min : I even replaced the oil [3:21am] my min : maybe i just need to come see you yk ?

[3:21am] love : thats too dangerous min. why would you even suggest that??

[3:22am] my min : …babe it’s not that far

[3:22am] love : do you see the time?

[3:22am] my min : I still don’t see the point

[3:24am] love : wtv,, is ren awake??

[3:25am] my min : I don’t think so . haven’t heard him

[3:25am] love : why don’t you check? ask him to help you out or smth?

[3:26am] my min : no I can’t do that [3:26am] my min : that’s so embarrassing

[3:27am] love : you two took a bath together

[3:27am] my min : when we were kids??

[3:28am] love : may I also add in the fact that he said to wake up him if you need him?

[3:29am] my min : I don’t need him?

[3:29am] love : you need someone to help you

[3:30am] my min: yeah and that person said 'it's too dangerous' [3:31am] my min : besides [3:31am] my min : what can he even do for me ? rub my tummy ???

[3:31am] love : will that help?

[3:32am] my min : ^^^sarcasm .

[3:32am] love ^^^srs

[3:33am] my min : you think he'll say 'aww poor minne :( ofc i'll rub your wittle tummy to help you sweep'

[3:33am] love : maybe not exactly that but [3:33am] love : similar?

[3:34am] my min : love are you attempting to be funny?

[3:34am] love : ^^^^^^^^^srs.

[3:35am] my min : omfg- ok [3:35am] my min : i'll try to rub my own tummy [3:35am] my min : if not then i'll try something else

[3:35am] love : like ask eren for help?

[3:36am] my min : i didn't say that

[3:36am] love : *cough* ask eren now *cough*

[3:37am] my min : ihy

[3:37am] love : <3

[3:37am] my min : also , open the door

[3:37am] love : you did not. [3:38am] love : armin i told you to stay home

[3:39am] my min : god fucking dammit just open the door .

you dragged yourself up out of the bed and opened your front door, frowning at the sight of armin arlert.

"what are you doing here?" you sighed quietly, raising your eyebrow at your boyfriend.

armin smiled big with tired eyes, flashing his smiley piercing at you.

"i told you. maybe i need to see you." armin replied smoothly, venturing into your home after moving you aside.

you rolled your eyes and shut the door, locking it and watching him make his way into your kitchen.

he picked up a bottle of water and unscrewed the cap, taking a long sip while still smiling at you.

armin let out a (overly) dramatic sigh of relief and screwed the cap back on.

"come on. let's go to sleep." armin said, not waiting for you and making his way into your bedroom.

you followed after him and watched as he rid himself of his clothes, climbing into your bed and tossing a stuffed animal at you.

it slapped you dead in the face and landed on the floor, making you laugh quietly and climb in next to him.

armin quickly pulled you into his chest, laying on his back and sighing in content.

you placed a hand over his chest and began falling asleep once more, finding comfort in your boyfriend's warmth.

a couple minutes have passed, and your room stayed silent.

until armin let out a loud sigh.

"what now min?" you asked, peeking an eye open and looking at the blond haired man.

"still can't sleep." armin complained, looking at you.

you rolled your eyes and sat up, licking your tongue in slight annoyance.

armin was always like this, so you honestly couldn't get mad at him for it.

you were happy he was comfortable enough to come to you with these problems late at night.

you stood up from your bed and walked over to your desk, clicking on the machine that sat on it.

purple mist began to flow from the machine, letting you know that it was on and working.

you climbed back into bed and yawned, stretching and pressing soft kisses on his cheek.

"m'sorry." armin mumbled, lips tugging down into a frown.

you pressed a soft kiss onto his lips. "s'okay. don't worry." you reassured quietly.

armin continued to lay on his back, slowly pulling you into his side once more.

you pushed your hand into his hair and played a bit, feeling him hum in content.

armin leaned into your touch, squeezing your hip playfully.

"wanna try something?" you whispered, resting your head on his shoulder.

armin looked down at you and chuckled. "i'm not. having sex with you." armin said jokingly.

you chuckled along with him and ignored him, placing a hand on his lower stomach.

"aye." armin teased, slapping at your hip playfully.

you laughed quietly, and began to move your hand in a slow circle on his stomach.

"i'm telling you this isn't gonna work." armin said, rubbing your hip at the same pace you were rubbing his stomach at.

"how would you know?" you questioned, shooting him a teasing look.

armin scoffed, looking back at your ceiling. "because i know my body and i tried this when i was home." armin responded smoothly.

you mocked him quietly, earning an eyeroll from him.

it became silent once more, save the for light sounds of the machine giving off a lavender scent.

you continued to rub his stomach slowly for five minutes, before looking up at him.

armin was fucking knocked out, despite having the most shit to talk not too long ago.

you smiled, kissing his cheek softly and beginning to doze off along with your boyfrined.

before god could grant you with sleep once more, your phone buzzed a few times.

you groaned quietly, reaching over blindly and grabbing it.

eren !! : tell min if he's gonna leave @ 3 in the night , lock the fuckin door back eren !! : or @ least lmk eren !! : scared the dog shit outta me smh.

[valscodblog]

ℙ𝕀𝕊𝕋𝕆𝕃𝔸 -Part two

Warnings: Mentions of death (obvi-it's call of duty y'all.), in-depth past explanation, OC being forced to take up a role she never wanted, very very very VERY slight mentions of sexual themes (like-one or two sentences), trust issues at it's finest, and that's around it.

Alejandro Vargas x OC

Credits to OC: ME MYSELF AND IIIIIII~~ (Uhm-anyways-)

[{TAGS! <3 : @seconds-over-first @thebunnednun @writing-with-moss }]

Alejandro felt like he had been shot through the heart. "I-What have I ever done to you, to make you reluctant to trust me, Linda?" Maria shook her head, "It's-It's not you, Alejandro...it's just-personal." Alejandro nodded. "I understand. Yo Entiendo." Maria gave him a soft smile-she smiled!-and then walked away. Alejandro nearly died right then. Rodolfo smirked at put a hand on Alejandro's shoulder. " Su maldito desesperado, coronel," Rudy joked, and his higher-up sighed. "Yo se, Rudy...Pero...." "Pero Nada, Amigo. You love her. That's it." "Not so loud, Pendejo!" "We're mexican! We're loud!" "Parra!" "Okay, okay! Don't kill me, Alejandro!" "Mhhh, i should...I really should. But-alas, I can't."

"Say-Pistola, why do they call ye tha', aye?" "Because." "It means Poistol, doon'it?" Soap asked, "So that means-ye must be handy wit one!" Maria groaned and rubbed her face. "If i say yes, will you shut up?" "Nay, prolly not, bonnie." "Don't call me bonnie-" "Bonnie, bon-bon, bonnibell, bonnie-boo," Soap teased, and Maria looked over to Alejandro and mouthed, "Im going to kill you, Pendejo." He just laughed. Maria looked back over to Ghost and Soap-who were...flirting? Talking? How could you tell, honestly? "...Are you two...Novios?" "Huh?" Ghost said, quirking a brow up, "I asked if you two are dating, Fantasma." Ghost shook his head. "No-why would we be?" He snorted, and Soap laughed. "Okay...Although, I hope you two know, that I will be teasing you now." "Aboot...?" "Dating. Because y'all act like a married couple."

"Hey-quick question-why'd'ye sound like yer from Texas or sum?" Ghost asked, and Maria gave him a deadpan stare. "...The border? I live on the fuckin' Boarder?" Maria said, quirking a brow of her own up. Ghost then put his brow back down and then raised both of them this time, "Ah..." what was he supposed to say after a lady just told you that and clearly wasn't liking you? "So-You grew up knowing how to fight, Alejandro says." "Yeah. I did..." Ghost sighed.

"Well-" "If your trying to flirt with me, i suggest you learn a few new pick up lines other than whatever the fuck your on, Ghost." Simon blinked. "Love, i assure you, I'm not takin' a shinin' t'ya." "Good. Because I'm not on the market." "Oh?" Well, she's interesting...Simon sorta was starting to like her. "So..." "So?" "...What's anotha way to say "I came inside of a woman," Pistola?" "...What?" "Loadin' tha dishwasha." And Pistola nearly laughed, but she caught herself and just choose to quirk a brow up and shut her eyes. "Funny." and Ghost smiled behind his mask-but not a nice one, oh no. An annoyed one.

"Hmm, your not laughin' though?" "Yeah-lost my ability to year ago." "Ooh...damn, thats gotta suck f'ya, Lovie." "Oh yeah, it does."

And Alejandro looked over to Maria and frowned. "Here we go..." he muttered to Rudy. Rudy shook his head before saying, "She's not a litle kid, Amigo. She can flirt if she wants-" "Not with that gringo!" "Alejandro!" "....Mhhhph, I just don't like how she won't even look at me half the time i talk to her-but this, this guy! He just shows up and it's all 'Ohh let me stare at him-let me make eye contact!' Like, Pendeja! Por favor, why do you treat him like an old friend, huh?"

and Rudy leaned into Alejandro, arm on shoulder, and said, "Jelous, Ale?" "No-why?" "...Pinche mentiroso..." "No soy!" "Si tu eres! You ranting like-" "Dont." "Si, senor..." Alejandro went back to looking at Maria, whom was still talking to ghost and Soap. He hummed again before saying, "Alright, maybe i am...just a little. Un Puco." Rudy grinned. "First step's admitting it, Alejandro." "Yo se..."

"Right-so...what do I say, Alejandro?" Maria mumbled, more to herself than anything, really. BUt the man caught it and said, "You introduce yourself, tell them your New rank, Maria, and tell them you'll be leading this squad. Okay, mi amor?" "Not your love." And Alejandro sighed softly. "You know how i mean it, Maria...right?" "Claro que si. I just-don't. Just don't, okay?" "Claro, Maria." "Grasias, Ale-" "Maria! Here you are, thought we lost ya!" "Juan Price." "Erm-it's John." "Oh, so sorry, I'm Mexican, Sir." "It's fine, it's fine." "John Price! Ey, one capitan, to another, this is the easy part." "True..."

Alejandro quirked a brow up. "You two, know each other?" "We've met, yes. Back in, what was it?" "Ahh, good ol' Brittan-the country side, right?" "Indeed," Price agreed, smiling. "By the way! How's it coming along for you?" Maria asked, Price sighed and shook his head. "Hassan's still causing problems, so what does that tell you?" "Horrid." "Worse than." "Oof, i feel for you, John." "So, when-"

"Maria, it's time," Alejandro said into her ear and she said, "Fine fine...Sorry John we'll have to catch up later. I have to meet new squad." "Steaming Jesus-right before a mission?" "It's my family curse-we're alwasy last minuet and the people around us are affected too." "Well-i'll let you go before i get affected, huh?" "Hmph, yeah, see you, Price." and Maria walked away. Alejandro stayed behind and said, "That scoff? That's her laugh...consider yourself a trusted allay to Los Vaqueros now, Price." and he clapped John on the shoulder, shook it, and then let go and jogged to catch up to Maria.

Rodolfo was there, already telling the squad a new Captain was to command them and the rest of Maria's new squad just tensed. A new Captain? Oh, Jesus, that was never good...the last one was dead, sure, but this new one? They would have to learn how to read and how to act around this new person.

Or so they thought. It was just Maria.

"Oh! The Corp finally moved up, huh?" Private Diaz asked, and Maria sighed, "Here we go..."

"WHy now, out of all times?"

"HOW DID SHE GET TO MAKE THAT BIG OF A MOVE?"

"Wow...she really just left us in the dust, sucking off Alejandro must help a fair ton."

"For real. Prolly added in a few extra rounds to ensure her new place too."

Alejandro quirked a brow up and was about to say something when Maria shouted, "IF YOU LOVE YOUR MOM'S, SHUT IT!" and everyone shut up-minus one rookie who thought she was joking around.

BANG!

"Any? Body? Else?" Maria asked, her single hand still holding her pistol sideways. The person who spoke had been shot in the leg. "No? Good...now, rule one, i ever hear you talking behind my back again, you'll end up worse than that boy there, okay? Bueno. Dos, listen to rule one." Everyone nodded.

"Maria-that wasn't legal." "And what are you going to say, huh? Nada because if you report me, you'll be asked why you didn't step in." and Rudy shut up. "Damn-she's better than I thought at this," Alejandro said, smiling proudly.

"Well...let's get this mission over with and the lines drawn, yeah?" Maria muttered, Alejandro nodded...but as he started to explain, Maria started to zone out, she didn't feel safe, and this is how she dealt with that feeling.

"Ma? ...Mama? M-...MAMA?" Maria shouted, running into her mother's room as she heard what sounded like fighting. "Mami-mami!" her little brother screamed-in pain. "Eres igual que tu papá, chico..."

"MAMA-ALTO! Whatever he did-"

"No hablo ingles a Me, nina..."

Maria just stared at her mother-not hearing anything but the high pitched ringing in her ears. She had to run-hide. After she was done with her brother-she was next. and in for worse. Maria did run-into the room. She grabbed her four year old brother and then, as fast as her legs could carry the both of them, she ran out of the bedroom and down the stairs. She ran to the front door, and tried to open it-locked. She unlocked it but her brother wouldn't stop fighting her movements. "You'll just make it worse, Hermana! Stop-please!" "Shhh, dont speak English, Nino! Why do you think your being beat!?" and her brother shut up and chose just to sob into her shoulder. "Poor thing...if only Dad-"

"Tu padre ya no está aquí, no estará por mucho tiempo… Ya tendré tiempo…Es hora de pensar en una mentira… Es hora de hacer que parezca un accidente..."

No-Nononono-She heard the trigger of a gun and then she heard the recoil. It didn't hit her, however. "...Alex?" "Ma...Ri...A..." was his last word and Maria snapped. Thirteen, and she snapped. She dropped her little brother and charged at the drunken woman. Her mother was skinny-she wasn't. She had been working out for the last three years in secret. She threw a punch to her mother and her mom took it harshly. She toppled over, dropping the gun. It would've been funny to Maria if she wasn't so far gone in the moment. Maria then picked up the gun and said, "I'll talk how i want-and just so you know, Dad will know...and then he'll see to it that you get what you deserve..."

"Live, Pendeja...Live knowing I only let you becuase your husband and the god you so claim to love will punish you. They'll punish you so harshly-so badly...that you wish that i killed you-that one day, when we meet again, you will Beg Me to kill you...understand me? And know, that I no longer am a fucking Rodriguez, but instead, a Sanchez-como me Papa!" Maria said, sounding ever so calmly. She then laid the gun down on her mother's chest, and left the house.

She never went back. She found her uncle, and asked to stay with him instead, and her uncle, the evil bastard said yes. So she lived with him and was trained by him for War.

"Maria-MARIA SANCHEZ! Are you listening to a word that Alejandro just said to you?" Maria blinked and muttered, "Que?" Rodolfo sighed and rubbed the back of his neck. "Alejandro-get your damn girlfriend." Alejandro, who had been talking to one of the rookies, looked over and said, "No eres mi novia, Rudy...solo una amiga importante." And Maria groaned, "Shut it, Alejandro."

Maria walked away and muttered, "I have to stop zoning out..." Alejandro jogged after her-again. "Alejandro-" "I know what your going to say, so just don't! Instead, Escuchame!" Maria nodded, but kept walking. "So...Maria...do you, uhhm..Wanna go get something to eat after this?" Maria stopped dead. "You asking me out, Alejandro?" Alejandro sighed, "Not like-romanticly or anything! Just-you know, a couple of friends going out to eat." Maria laughed softly and said, "You know, I don't trust that...just us two-and i've never seen you outside of work...i don't know you-and you don't know me, Ale."

"I know-pero-i wanna take you out, okay? Tu eres muy linda, bonita, ermosa, and not to seem like im kissing your ass or anything but-" "Vargas. Your already kissing my ass." "Oh, shhh! Let a man talk to you for once, Maria!" Maria laughed again before nodding. "Sure, Vargas. Talk." "Grasias! Dios mio...okay, where was I?" "Oh so this was rehersed?" "In the mirror to myself." "Alejandro Vargas!" "What? Im telling you the truth!"

"Oh my god, fine! I'll go out with you-but no where cheap! Make an impression if you want this chica to stay around. Dont ask or tell me where, just take me. Okay?" and she winked.

Alejandro felt like he had been shot through the heart again-but this time...by cupid's bow.

[milequaritchsslut]

Aged Up Yandere Neteyam x Fem Reader x Lo’ak Part 4

Warnings: Yandere, pet names, swearing, Lo’ak being the cutest ever, heavy Lo’ak x Reader, Neteyam being a lunatic, jealousy, control issues, unhealthy possessiveness, arguing, yelling, kissing, cheating, hissing, slut shaming, Y/n fighting back (yay), blackmail, manipulation, tainted dreams, violence, mentions of choking, mentions of death, crying, hugging, biting (?), love triangle

Word count: 3k

Note: Ngl I kinda got carried away with this chapter 😭 uhm sorry if you don’t like it. It’s totally understandable if you don’t. But I hope you do enjoy it!

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 5

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“Yes—I am” you nodded, grateful you could soon call Neteyam yours forever. He smiled back, grinning at your gesture. You were such a good girl for him, so sweet and kind. You did everything he asked of you, even though he didn’t ask for much. Except for when you didn’t, when you decided to be defiant and ignore his crystal clear rules. He hated it when you did that, why couldn’t you just listen to him? He let his emotions get the best of him a few times, and would get a little too physical. But he always said he was sorry so it was ok right? That’s what he told himself at least, he even convinced himself it was Eywas “will”. God was he in fucking deep, too deep to get out. He had such a gaping hole not even Ewya could save him. But he didn’t need saving, he was perfectly fine. He had just made a few “mistakes”, is what he called his little outbursts on you. But he never meant to hurt you, he was your boyfriend of course he would never hurt you, so it was ok.

“Y/n, I was wondering if I could have the first dance?” Lo’ak asked, looking up from his food. Trying his best not to glance at his fuming brother across from him. His eyes were filled with innocence as he looked at you. He looked absolutely adorable right now, ugh maybe you should’ve picked him instead of Neteyam. He was so cute around you, never using vulgar language, only talking about things you liked. He was such a gentleman when it came to you, so honorable. What were you saying? Lo’ak isn’t your boyfriend, Neteyam is. What would Neteyam think of this? Oh Ewya he’d probably get really mad at you. He’d probably hit y-. No of course not, that was in the past. Those were just accidents he didn’t mean to make, he’ll never do it again. Mentally, you cursed yourself for your horrid thoughts for another man. You smiled at Lo’ak before answering. “Of course! I would love to” you said, joy beaming from each word you spoke. It seemed like a good idea to you, you didn’t have many friends anymore, due to your lunatic of a boyfriend, so Lo’ak seemed like a good choice.

Neteyam on the other hand, absolutely abhorred the idea. He didn’t need Lo’ak touching all up on his soon to be mate. You were innocent, so pure, for only him to have. Nobody else was allowed to have you, you were made for him. Ewya had created you just for him, that’s what his twisted mind had told him at least. Lo’ak was ruining everything for him, all the plans he had for a future with you were becoming torn down by his idiot of a brother. He wanted to lunge across the table and fucking choke him. Watch his face turn purple and an even darker blue as he sucked the air from his weak lungs. That seemed like a perfect way to end this dinner didn’t it? No, your innocent eyes couldn’t see that kind of scene, you didn’t need all that violence in front of you. You needed to be taken care of, held tightly, enough so you could never leave.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea y/n” Neteyam suggested, almost growling out his response, slowly looking up to glare at his younger brother. “Why not? I think it’s a great idea!” Kiri budged in, sending an innocent smile to her obviously annoyed brother, knowing exactly what she’s doing as she does. Wtf? Why couldn’t his siblings just shut up. This wasn’t their fucking mating ceremony it was his. He gets to decide on who does what with you, that’s his job. He gets to control everything you do, every interaction, every breathe you take he wants—no he needs to control. “Why not Teyam?” You asked, oblivious of their rivalry against each-other. Scoffing at your ignorance, he shook his head, annoyed with you at this point.

“Because I said so y/n” turning his attention back to you, he was cold, so frigid when it came to you. Why was he so stubborn? There wasn’t anything wrong with it, why couldn’t he see that. “She doesn’t have to listen to you Neteyam, you are not her father!” Kiri snapped back, eyebrows raised high at how ignorant her brother was being. The way he acted disgusted her to say the least, you were your own person, he didn’t get to control you. You stayed silent, letting Kiri fight for you, you didn’t wanna rile him up more than he already was. “I was not talking to you Kiri” his fist coming to slam down on the table. “Do not yell at your sister Neteyam!” Neytiri ordered, looking at her son in utter disbelief, she had never seen him so rude. “Yeah bro calm down, it’s not that deep” Lo’ak added, coming to place his hand onto yours, “you ok y/n?” He asked, making sure only you heard. You nodded back, sending a smile to him. “Do not touch her!” Neteyam spat, standing to his feet to knock some sense into his younger brother. “Sit back down boy!” Jake demanded, giving his son a stern look.

“Neteyam are you ok?” Tuk asked, a bit scared of her fuming brother. Neteyam rudely ignoring his younger sister sat back down, sending a cold stare to Lo’ak as he did. “I- I think I’m going to go” you mumbled quietly, standing to your feet to leave. “No—y/n stay!” Tuk frowned, a small pout forming on her little face. “Thank you for having me” waving goodbye, Lo’ak quickly followed behind. Neteyam began getting up, but was pulled right back to his seat by his mother. “Let them be” Neytiri hissed out, sending a death stare to her eldest son.

As you made your way to your hut, you were abruptly stopped by a hand coming to your shoulder. It was Lo’ak, turning to face him you waited for him to say something. “Hey y/n, im sorry for my brothers behavior. He can be a bitch sometimes” leaving an awkward laugh at the end, a smile still propped on his face as he stared into your golden orbs. “Oh—it’s ok“

“No it is not y/n, I don’t like the way he treats you, you deserve better than that” taking his hand into yours, a silence enwrapped you both as you tried to find an answer to his words. But you came out with nothing. So you stood there, your head hanging low, trying not to look at him. “Y/n, I just want you to know I would never hurt you—in any way” his grip tightening for a second as he spoke, he loves you. He loves everything about you, every movement you make he watches in awe. You were beautiful, that was easy for anyone to see. But that didn’t matter to him, it was your sweet soul, and kind heart that he admired. But you knew he was right, Neteyam was a bit strange in showing his love for you, but he did love you. Right?

You looked so good right now, your pupils had widened at his words, and the eclipse moon was hitting your face so wonderfully, you were glowing in admiration. He couldn’t take it, you looked too good not to be touched. Bringing your face into his hands, he tilted your head to meet his. Leaning in, he slowly entangled his lips into yours. You tasted like a sweet nectar he didn’t even know existed, his lips were soft as they touched yours. It was too good to back away from, so you leaned into it, biting that soft flesh that crashed into your own. Wrapping your hands around his head, as you molded into him, your fingernails digging into his gruff skin. He snaked his hands around your waist, pulling you into him, the warmth of his body hitting you like a tsunami.

He felt so good, better than Neteyam? No. This is wrong, you can’t do this, it’s not right. Trying to pull away, you were only leaned into more as you tried to escape his entrancing grasp. Finally pulling your abused skin from his, he let you catch your breathe before speaking. “Lo’ak we can’t do this, it’s wrong, what if Neteyam finds out?” Looking up to find him just smirking down at your worried frame. You were so adorable worrying about your silly little boyfriend everyone hated. “No one will find out y/n I promise” moving a loose strand of hair out of your gleaming face, he smiled at you, his canines popping out slightly. “What do you think your doing?!” A voice yelled from behind him, it was Neteyam. Quickly you pulled yourself loose from his grip, “Lo’ak go” you begged, pushing him to run the opposite direction. “Nah I can take him” he pushed back “Lo’ak please!” You yelped, desperation dripping from your words. Finally he ran the other direction, before Neteyam could get to him.

“What the fuck was he doing to you y/n?” Neteyam asked, finally meeting you. “Nothing Neteyam, just go home” you suggested, changing your direction while you walked away. “Why are you lying to me y/n?” He asked, trying to catch up to you. You didn’t answer. Silence is all he got, but you both knew that wasn’t going to be enough. “Did he touch you?” Silence. “Did he hurt you?” Silence. “Answer me y/n or I swear to Ewya” stopping in your tracks, you turned to him, and looked him dead in the eyes. “What? What are you gonna do? Hm? You gonna bruise me again?” Your voice was drowning in annoyance, he was the last person you wanted to be around right now. You just wanted to go home and sleep.

“Excuse me?” Stepping into you, as he towered over your small frame. “You heard me” you shot back, sick of how he treated you like a child. His eyebrows instantly raised at your snarkyness, a smile poking at the sides of lips. What the actually fuck? What was this lunatic smiling about now? “So your gonna be like that huh?” He asked, tilting his head slightly at your silly mistake. “Yes I am Teyam” you almost hissed back, what kind of question even was that? “Alright then, I’ll go tell everyone about what a little cheater you are, I’ll tell my whole family about your little crush on my brother. And about what a little whore you are. You want that?” Your expression immediately frowned, fear engulfing your vision. What would the clan think of you? Everyone would shun you from their walkway, they’d all see you as a slut. “No—no Teyam, I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to kiss him I swear!” Your voice was so desperate, you looked so pathetic clinging onto his arm, begging him to keep quiet. And he had you just where he wanted you, as usual, begging him not to do something, he had you wrapped around his finger.

“That’s what the fuck I thought” he laughed, you were so piteous, so easily manipulated. “Now let’s start from the beginning yeah?” He asked, tilting your chin to meet his gaze. You nodded slowly, gaze trying to focus on anything but him. “Hey, eyes up here when I’m talking to you” he demanded, waiting for your compliance. And of course you did, your teary eyed orbs slowly meeting his. “Good girl, now answer my question truthfully. What were you doing with Lo’ak?” His stare was so deep, staring deep into your gaze. “Talking” your blunt answer wasn’t gonna cut it, you knew that, but it didn’t hurt to try you thought. “Don’t lie to me y/n” he growled, lips turning into a line instantly.

“We kissed—but“ Before you could say another word, he placed a finger onto your plush lips, shushing you quietly. “That’s all I wanted to hear pretty girl, am I not enough for you anymore? Hm? You getting sick of me?” He asked, already knowing your answer. “No—it was just a mistake. I won’t do it again” your words sent a shiver down his spine, you knew where you place was, you just stepped out for a second. “If I ever see you with him again, I will cut him open right in front of the whole clan” he promised, a sly smirk forming on his striking features. He was so full of himself, so fucking confident for no reason. Yeah he was strong, a good warrior, and the next leader but the least he could do was be a little humble about it. “Let me walk you home hm?” He hummed, placing a peck on your cheek before taking your hand in his to go home.

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You laid in your room, your hammock feeling suffocating as you tried to sleep. You were so confused, your feelings for Lo’ak still lingered in your heart. But you loved Neteyam, but was he the right choice? All of sudden a rustling was made outside your window. Your ears perked up, standing up to see what it was. A muscular hand gripped the edge of the wooden window, pulling themselves up as they climbed in. “Lo’ak?” You asked, walking closer to the unfamiliar sounds. “Hey y/n!” Excited to see you, he climbed in, landing with a large thump. “Are you alright?” Quickly coming to help him up, he had landed on his feet, but he had fallen pretty hard. Before you could help him, he stood tall, his muscular frame towering over your own. His muscles were toned from all the training his father had put him through. He was pure muscle, and it fit him perfectly. His body was lightly layered in sweat from how long he had been running. The moon was showing through your window, as he stood in front of you, you couldn’t help but stare. His biceps were lean, as was his body. Your eyes wandered over every curve and dip in his body. And he let you, let you admire his strong form. He was quite enjoying it, it wasn’t like you were trying to hide it either.

“You look pretty tonight y/n” he spoke, a smile molding onto his chiseled jaw. “Lo’ak, about before-“ “you enjoyed it?” He asked, running the pad of his thumb along your cheek. “Yes I did but we can’t do it again” his smile dropped almost instantly at your words. “Was it a bad kiss? I can try better this time if that’s what your worried about” placing his hand on your shoulder, speaking in all seriousness. “No it’s not that, it was amazing. I just don’t want you to get hurt” your hand coming to hold his. Hurt? Him? That was the last response he was expecting. “By who?” “Neteyam” he rolled his eyes, he didn’t care about his brother. As long as you were by his side, his brother would be the last thing on his mind. He could easily protect you, do whatever you wanted him to do, all you had to do was say the word. “Don’t worry about him, he’s a piece of shit y/n. I can easily take him in a fight” he spoke, a bit overly confident in his response. “Neteyam said he would kill you if he ever saw us together again. I’m scared for you Lo’ak” you confessed, a small frown causing your face to fall. “Then I’ll make sure he never sees us” his hand came to intertwine with your own, he had waited so long to touch you like this.

Hundreds of moons, just to embrace you like this. So much jealousy had been felt just so his fingers could hold onto yours. You were the girl of his dreams, the only woman he had ever looked at in such a way. He was infatuated with you, he longed for your touch for so many nights. The nights he had cried himself to sleep, because you weren’t his yet. He loved you in every way possible, more then his own brother longed for you. And he wasn’t about to let his lunatic of a brother ruin this for him. “Lo’ak this doesn’t feel right—l-I feel gross for lying to him” your feelings flooded your eyes, you truly felt disgusting, due to Neteyams harsh words he spoke to you not long ago. “You are not gross y/n, far from it. Neteyam doesn’t matter anymore—it’s just us” “No Lo’ak! I’m becoming mated to him in just 5 moons, and I’m scared!” tears fell down your cheeks, your hands coming to cover your weeping face. His hands moved around your waist, pulling you into him just like before. You cried into him, as he whispered comforting words into your ears.

His chest became a river, your tears covering the length of him. Your eyes became puffy from your salty tears, your lips quivering as you thought of what Neteyam would do to you if he found out about tonight. But as time went on so did your tears, slowly they came to a stop, and you came up for air, looking him in his widened eyes. “Can I sleep here tonight?” Sleep with you? Maybe he meant something else, maybe he’d sleep on the floor. Right? “Wh-where would you sleep?” “Where do you want me to sleep?” Leering at you instantly, your cheeks became a purple. Flustered at his comment, you turned your gaze downwards, breaking eye contact. “I-it doesn’t matter” you lied, a smile poking at the sides of your lips. “Uh huh—It’s getting late, so you better get to bed” he stated, as if he wasn’t the reason you were still even up. “Yeah your right” making your way to your hammock, you could feel his eyes burning into your back. His gaze never leaving your moving frame. As you settled into bed, your back faced him, too embarrassed to look him in the eyes. Your eyelids slowly began to close, before they fully come to a close a large weight scooted next to you. “It’s gonna be cold, thought it’d be warmer with you” his hands coming around your waist as he pulled you into his large frame. Your chest became hot, you were so close, so so close, closer then before. He made you nervous, a different kind of nervous then you were with Neteyam. It was a good nervous, one that wouldn’t hurt you, or get you in trouble. It was bad to be nervous with Neteyam, he saw you as weak when you were, and took advantage of it. But Lo’ak never did, maybe some teasing, but he never made you feel bad.

Your breathe was so uneven, so faltered, uncanny almost. And he could feel it, the way your chest heaved in anticipation for his next move. It made a smile grow on him, the fact he could make you so nervous—flattered him to say the least. The fact he could make such a beautiful woman’s breathe change so easily gave him a boost of confidence. This had been the moment he had fantasized about so often, holding you close to him, as you both fell asleep. You were the only woman he wanted, the only woman that was on his mind at the end of the day. He needed you with him, by him forever and always.

“Sweet dreams”

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fo4 companions react to sole breaking down crying in their arms

We're gonna do something a little different, and make this a ranking. Because at first I thought "Well, obviously they're all gonna be worried, so how do I..." but then I realized that...like...crying in Nick's arms vs crying in, say, Cait's, are two very different experiences.

So, on an x-y axis scale of 0/10 Comfort Competency (C.C) and a 0/10 Internal Calmness (I.C),

How good are the Companions are comforting a crying person (in their arms)?

Cait; 3/10 C.C, 1/10 I.C. Oh boy. Look, she cares, and she wants to be helpful, but...uhm. She'll freeze for potentially a few minutes. Just stand there, looking around for someone else to take the Ordeal on. After a bit, she'd start testing things out. A hesitant pat on the back, a "there, there" hissed through teeth, maybe a loose hug. Cait isn't panicked, like some of the others, just deeply uncomfortable. If she says anything, it won't be comforting. More of a "Fuckin' hell, that bad huh?" It's Cait, man. She's never seen this before. And she isn't a touchy person, so someone clinging to her is awkward enough. But crying? Oh no. Feels really helpless and useless. She wants to help, but...how?

Curie; 6/10 C.C, 9/10 I.C. She knows what to do, and even if she's worried for Sole, Curie is nothing if not determined. She'll get Sole into a comfier place, somewhere they can lay down. Much like Cait, her comforting is a bit...off. Clinical, how a doctor would try to calm someone down. She'll talk about healthy coping mechanisms, mental health, etc...Sole will be making Sanctuary a second river and Curie will be telling them about the health benefits of crying. She does a good job, though! Will pet their hair, rub their shoulders, very touchy and tries to ground them. Makes them drink so much water after.

Danse; A very fun 10/10 C.C and 0/10 I.C. Canonically, Danse's first instinct when someone is crying is to hold and cuddle them until they feel better. We also know, from this same conversation, that Danse does this because he doesn't know what else do to. Least likely to say anything during this. He'll hold them tight and close, probably tuck their head under his chin. Rubs their back. To Sole, Danse is a warm, solid wall they can always lean on in their most vulnerable moments. To Danse, he's a buffoon who can't provide the simplest words of comfort. Seeing them like this probably makes him sick. He's panicking and worried and there's nothing he can do to make them feel better. Will hold them long after they're crying for his own piece of mind.

Deacon; Manages to ricochet from different points on the axis. He'll start with a joke, then shut up immediately and just...let them cry.. Keeps his arms to the side because Deacon isn't a hugger, and unless he and Sole are really fucking close, is going to be as uncomfortable as Cait. But then he'll offer some horse-comforting, y'know, the 'sshhh' and 'woah, hey, it's okay'. That stuff. Will eventually hold their head into his shoulder, pat them. Then its joke time, baby, because he's freaking out! Oops, Sole is...not finding it funny. Okay. No more jokes. Well, maybe one more, if its really good. Whole time, he's going 'shit, shit, shit' in his head. Deacon also will suffer from sympathy sickness, but to a much lesser extent than Danse, if only because Deacon actually has experience with interpersonal relationships. He used to do this, he's just rusty.

Hancock; 6/10 C.C, 4/10 I.C. He also tries to lighten the mood, but unlike Deacon, doesn't try to deflect with it. Hancock would start massaging Sole just to do something with his hands. Will try to offer advice, some words of wisdom. "Ah, c'mon, it's not gonna be like this forever, you don't need to worry..." Goes through an entire mental court hearing to decide whether or not to offer them chems. Hancock doesn't panic or worry too much. He knows Sole is a tough cookie and can deal with it. But...cookies crumble, man. He wishes they didn't have to deal with it at all. Will sweetly tease Sole in a "hey, no, seriously, I am here for you" way.

MacCready; He was a husband and is a dad. 8/10 C.C, 6/10 I.C. Now, hear me out. MacCready will huff at first, but a worried huff. He knows the drill. Will also tease, but quickly gets his arms around them. Hums lullabies or other soothing tunes, slowly rocks them and rubs their backc in slow circle. Might not realize he's doing it. But Mac, he knows how to handle crying people. His friends in Little Lamplight cried, and even if they all could be rough, they knew when one of their own was really hurt. He learned a lot from Lucy, too. Mac has the same kind of concern as Hancock, he just trusts that this is only a moment, and not an indication of something else. He's awkward, but he's not nervous. Big distinction.

Nick; 10/10 C.C, 10/10 I.C. I tried, for the longest time, to justify giving him anything lower. I couldn't. It was simply incorrect. Nick notices they're about to burst and pulls them in with a quiet "Hey, c'mere..." before they realize they're that upset. He's warm, his clothing is soft and cushy, that metal hand feels great petting your hair. Incredible physical experience, for one. For two, Nick keeps his voice soft and gentle while actually comforting. Not making jokes, not teasing, not listing off coping techniques. Nick will tell them they can get through this, that they're not alone, that he'll be there every step of the way...Nick will actually make them feel better and stop crying. No one else on this list can do that. I tried to nerf him but I can't deny the emotional comfort this man is capable of.

Piper; 7/10 C.C, 5/I.C. She's used to comforting Nat, or people who start crying while she's interviewing about something sensitive. One is a little kid, another is an adult she doesn't know that well. Piper will try shoving candy in Sole's face. If that doesn't take, will wrap her arms around their neck and keep them in the crook of her shoulder. Also stays quiet and plays with their hair. On the inside, Piper also suffers from sympathy sickness. But, where Danse and Deacon's sickness is melancholic and almost hopeless, Piper gets angry and indignant on Sole's behalf. She gets frustrated, wants to drop everything and go running head first at whatever the problem is. With Nat, she cried when something broke, when her homework was too hard, when another kid was mean. Piper could fix those immediately. Sole's issues need armies to fix. Well, an angry enough Piper isn't too far off.

Preston; 9/10 C.C, 4/10 I.C. Preston's I.C being so low is largely from the fact that he, canonically, doesn't like hugging. He'll do it, and do it well, but he's still uncomfortable. Preston hugs like a bear, will probably almost pick Sole up. Will if they're small enough and take them to a couch, much like Curie. Lots of patting. Also does the horse-comforting thing like Deacon, except it actually works coming from him, because Preston is not imagining he's trying to calm a literal spooked horse. And I like to imagine he came from a big, tight-knit family, so he knows what to do. But...seeing your general have a mental breakdown is maybe the most concerning thing you could see, so he is panicking a little bit. Will make them food afterwards, whatever they have an appetite for or can stomach.

X6-88; Yall know he's garbage. 0's across the board. Goes ramrod stiff, says nothing, does nothing. Well...he does fight off all of his training and instincts to hurl them across the room, as is standard when someone grabs him. Goes through the 5 stages of grief like a fucking merry-go-round goes spinning in a tornado. There's screaming. There's indignance on his behalf. There's a little Railroad agent devil on his shoulder laughing that haha, discomfort is a feeling, you have feelings! The only one that will tell Sole "Alright, you have been regurgitating through your eyes long enough" and move away first. Will hunt down a therapist in the Institute, and find a way to forcibly teleport them to his location should Sole ever attempt that again. He might—MIGHT—put one around them if especially close. But he's still going to slink away from them for a while, like a cat whose tail you stepped on. X6-88 knows he was not the person to do that with and is, frankly, offended Sole thought he was.

[camryn-haitani]

hello m'lady

pt2 to c'mon bugaboo

no specific episode

TW: cursing, tad bit if angst

part 2 to c'mon bugaboo. y'all asked and now y'all shall receive. hopefully y'all like it 🖤

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cat continued to visit y/n almost every night when ladybug didn't show for night patrols. they would always talk on y/ns balcony. talked, laughed, cried, or anything else that happened that night.

they talk about a lot of things. stories about what's happened in the past, what they want for the future, or random shit. tonight.... was a little different though..

"did that really happen?" "yeah it did... hehe" he let out an embarrassed laugh. they laid on the lawn chairs y/n has on their roof. they've built a little hang out for the two of them ever since cat met them that night.

the sound of a yoyo can be heard in the distance, but cat was too distracted to hear it.

Ladybug POV

'i swore I heard cat's laugh.' I thought to myself. I heard him laugh again and I decided to follow it. i see up him on..... a rooftop? with..... who is that? a feeling bubbles up in my stomach as I see them two together.

I'm confused as to why I'm feeling this way. but these questions keep flying through my head. 'who are they?' 'are they dating?' 'who are they to him?' the question that made my stomach turn most of all. 'do they know his identity?'

I swing over to where they are. "hey cat, you ready for patrols?" I say to him, trying to hide unknown jealousy in me.

"oh... yeah I guess." he sadly says. he slowly gets up from his chair and looks at y/n. "I'll see you soon?" he questions. "uhm yeah, I guess" they look at him.

"c'mon cat, let's go. we're already late." I try and hurry them up so me and cat can leave. I walk up to the edge of the roof and look back at him. "well... come on." I say. he walks up beside me and looks back at y/n. he sadly waves at them and they wave back. I grab his hand and jump down.

we fall onto a random roof as I begin to question him.

"who are they? do they know who you are? where did you meet them? how did you meet them? what happ-" I get stopped by cat mid question

"stop with all the fuckin questions, ladybug! they're my friend and you have no business knowing who they are. now, let's get this patrol over with." he jumps down and swings to the next roof.

my body fills with anger. how dare he speak to me like that. I stop my thinking when I realize something. I'm jealous. what? no, no I'm not. why would I be jealous of that bitch? it's not like they're together.... right?

Cat Noir POV

I jump from roof to roof, fuming with anger. why is she interested in y/n all of a sudden? I push past my thoughts to slow down on a roof. I didn't realize I was out of breath and ladybug yelling for me

"cat! slow down!" she yells from behind me. I stop and turn around to wait for her.

she finally catches up and leans down to catch her breath. "cat *gasp* why are *gasp* you going so fucking *gasp* fast?" she pants.

"I don't know, maybe if you weren't so slow, you'd catch up" I go off again.

roof after roof after roof. once my foot leaves the ground, it's onto another roof. I can't stop running.

I feel something grip around my waist and pull me back. I fall on my ass and try to get up again, but a foot steps on me.

"what the hell is your problem?" ladybug yells at me. "I'm fine, leave me alone" I struggle to get up. "no, you're not leaving until you give me goddamn answer. now, spill" she pushes her foot more into my stomach.

I groan from her foot digging into my stomach. "fine fine." 'well now's not the time to lie' I think. "how could you come swoop in and act like nothing's wrong?! you walked up like nothing has happened. you've missed our patrols everyday for 3 weeks. how do you think I feel?"

she looks at me with sad eyes, filled with regret. "i-im sorry, kitty. I didn't mea-"

"shut up. just shut the fuck up! don't call me kitty. I'm done. we're done. there's no more ladybug and cat noir. it's. just. you" I grab her ankle and throw her down on the ground, then I run off.

I run and I run and I run. with one destination in mind.

y/n POV

i start my skin care routine, ready to go to bed, when I hear footsteps. and they're coming quick. I go out to the balcony to see cat running at me. jumping from roof to roof, with no intent on stopping

"cat? what are you doing here? I thought you-" I stop when he reaches me and traps me in a hug.

this isn't like the other hugs he's given me. it's more.... loving? I return his hug, wrapping my arms around his waist, pulling him closer.

"are you ok?" I ask in his chest

"I am now. thank you"

"for what?" I question

"making me realize something very important. plagg....." he pauses

I pull from our hug and look at him. his perfect emerald green eyes. his bouncy blond hair. his clear skin. his perfectly shaped lips. his black cat ears making him cuter. it all makes me attracted to him even more.

"who's plagg?" I ask, tilting my head to further my confusion.

".....claws in" he closes his eyes

his famous black cat suit disappears from his feet to his head. my eyes widen to see who he really is.

"Adrien? it's you? you're my black cat?" I ask. "it was me all along, my love. I couldn't hide this from you any longer."

I cup his face with my hands. "I'm glad I finally know who I'm in love with. after all these weeks I finally know who you are."

"you.... you love me?" his eyes widen slightly. "I do. Adrien I lo-" before I could finish, his lips crash into mine.

we pull apart. love intoxicating both of us.

"-ve you" I finish. he laughs at me and hugs me again.

"y/n I love you so much. you're the best thing that's ever happened to me. will you be mine?"

"of course. I'm all yours, and you're all mine" I give him a quick kiss.

"my pretty kitty" I smile.

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belphie's fucking gay and jealous

epic pre relationship caphie / 900 something words <3 FEATURING ASHER APPEARANCE, HE'S IN CASSICANON NOW‼️

Belphegor almost felt like he was back in the Celestial Realm, no, it was even better than that. Nothing beat having Cassian all to himself, but it was so much better when they were in the human world together, and especially when Belphie came by himself. Not that he was supposed to come down here, but he missed his human and could deal with Lucifer’s bitching later. At the moment he was happy snuggling on the couch with the blond in his apartment, he had an anime movie on and was excitingly explaining all the details Belphie didn’t get. He wondered if this is what it was like when he talked about the stories of the constellations when they went stargazing, he hoped Cass loved listening to his talking half as much as Belphie loved listening to his. Nothing could ruin this moment between them…. he thought anyway. 

Cassian startled as his phone on the coffee table vibrated, playing what Belphie assumed was one of the default ringtones. He quickly paused the movie with an apology to the demon and answered the call. 

“Hello? Oh, yeah you did. I totally forgot to bring it to you yesterday, sorry.” 

Belphie raised an eyebrow at the conversation, he couldn’t hear what the other person was saying, but by Cassian’s demeanor he could tell they were fairly close. 

“Uhm, hold on one sec.” The human lowered the phone and turned to Belphie, “Is it okay if one of my friends stops by really quick? He won’t be here for long, he just forgot something last time he was here.” 

“That’s fine.” 

Cass gave a soft smile and put his phone back to his ear, “Yeah, you can come grab it right quick. Oh, uhm… I have someone over so… oh shut up… I’ll see you in a few, bye bye.” 

His face was slightly pink and sighed as he hung up the call. “Sorry about that.” 

“Eh, it’s okay. Who was that?” 

“Oh, uhm, that was my friend Asher, he was my co-worker before I came to the Devildom and we started actually hanging out when I got back here. It’s kinda sad, but he was the only one who seemed to notice I was gone.” 

Belphie nodded and smirked, “I guess you were really lonely without me there for you, huh?” 

Cass covered his face with his hands. “M-maybe.” 

“Hehe.” 

It wasn’t long until the doorbell rang and Cassian got up to answer it, Belphie peeked over the couch to the doorway, he didn’t necessarily care about other humans besides Cass anymore, but that’s exactly why he felt the need to observe this friend of his. With how easily he trusted him in the attic, he was worried that he might’ve made friends with someone shady. 

It definitely wasn’t also because he was feeling jealous and wanted to make sure this new human didn’t try anything. 

Definitely not. 

The door opened and as Cass greeted him, Belphie could finally see what he looked like. He had shaggy green hair, obviously dyed from the looks of the black roots, matching olive green eyes, freckles going across his nose and cheeks, and quite a few piercings. He dressed like a mix between a skater and those e-boys that Asmo sends him on FabSnap, saying it’s what he should wear. 

“I’ll go grab your charger, be right back!” Cass ran to the room he uses as an “office” which is really just a glorified gaming room. 

The human looked around as he stood by the door, jumping when he noticed Belphie on the couch. “Oh, you scared me, man. I didn’t notice you there.” 

Belphie stared at him. 

He scratched the back of his head. “Soooo, you’re, like, Cass’s new boyfriend, yeah?” 

“Boyfriend?” 

“Oh, did I get that wrong? The way Cass talks about you I assumed you were, sorry about that.” He gave an embarrassed smile.  

Luckily Cass came back in before any other awkward conversation could be had, “Sorry I took so long, I forgot which one is yours.” He held out a few wrapped colorful cables to the other human. 

“Haha, it’s the yellow one.” He grabbed and shoved into his jacket pocket. “Well I guess I should get going. It was nice to meet you, Belphie.” He gave a wave as he opened and walked out the door, Cassian saying goodbye as he did. 

Belphie narrowed his eyes at the man using a nickname for him, but quickly tried to hide his annoyance as Cass sat back on the couch with him, sighing. “Sorry again�� I should’ve brought it to him yesterday but I totally forgot. At least it didn’t take too long.” He smiled sweetly at the demon. 

“You apologize too much, you know?” He patted his fluffy hair. 

“Wahh…” 

Belphie reached for the remote, handing it over to Cass, he was already in a better mood. “C’mon, you still have to finish telling me about this guy’s illness.” 

Cassian's eyes seemed to almost sparkle as Belphie remembered what he was talking about. “O-okay. So I looked it up one time and I didn’t think humans could actually have bad reactions to the sun like that, but apparently…” 

Belphie smiled and felt his body relax as he listened to him infodump, and his mind started to wander slightly. That guy thought he and Cass were a couple. He wondered what kind of things Cassian said about him. Belphegor knew he had feelings for the blond for months, but could never put it together if it was mutual or if being affectionate was just how Cass was. 

Boyfriends, huh? He leaned onto Cass’s arm as he pressed play on the remote. Silently noting the other's flushed face as he did so. He liked the sound of that.