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halemerry · 8 months

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On the Bookshop, the Concept of Home, and Going Too Fast

So, weirdly enough, I want to start with a scene that has very little to do with the actual Bookshop: 1967. We get Crowley planning a heist and being interrupted by an angel clutching a thermos full of holy water and promising that someday, maybe, they could let themselves have the life they want together. And we get that line. You know the one. You go too fast for me.

This one line of dialogue went a very long way to cementing the fanon perception of their roles in the relationship as we've largely been shown them - Crowley gently pushes and gives Aziraphale space to slowly feel comfortable setting his own boundaries or adjusting his worldview. And I’m not saying this is wrong - it’s definitely what we're primed to expect in their pattern - but I do think it ignores a fairly common variation of their pattern. See, sometimes, Aziraphale is actually the faster of the two of them - he's just not quite as flashy about it.

Crowley very rarely actually does any pushing without getting some kind of signal from Aziraphale first. Aziraphale, whether consciously or otherwise, quite frequently is the player making the first move on their metaphorical chess board. We see that he's the first to push for them to work together in the story of Job. We see that he's the first to invite Crowley to socialize together in Rome. We see as early as the Globe that Aziraphale has discovered and weaponized how to ask Crowley for things with a simple look and that Crowley has gotten very good at reading those asks. We actually see this dynamic in real time as Aziraphale drops signals to Crowley on how he should form his deception of the angels in the Book of Job. Even the Arrangement itself is something Crowley doesn't push for until he knows explicitly that Aziraphale isn't happy with the terms of his work. In other words, Aziraphale sets a cue, Crowley picks up on it and adapts.

So what does this have to do with the Bookshop?

Well. The Bookshop is a prime example of Aziraphale getting there faster. Because the bookshop, whether he knows it at the time or not, is absolutely a nest.

Nesting is behavior typically associated with birds, but is actually something lots of animals do. Even humans exhibit this behavior to some degree. It’s functionally gathering a bunch of stuff to create a safe, comfortable place, typically constructed for the purpose of raising children or attracting a mate. In other words: the creation of a home.

Because the Bookshop is their home. It is their safe space and sanctuary. It is a space for them to meet and just Exist without worrying about being seen. A home base where they can just Be themselves. It’s a constant in a world ever shifting around them. It’s a place for them to come back to. A place that will always be waiting for them both. And a place that they both have to be able to check in on each other. This is why the Bookshop burning hit as hard as it did. Their home was destroyed in fire and flame. And they both know it. Every expression and shift in tone when they talk about it speaks to the gravity of that loss - even if it was only temporary. And I think it was always intended to be just that on some level from the very start.

So timeline wise the closest scene we know about to Aziraphale starting his plans for the shop is the scene at the Globe. This takes place in 1601 and features the two of them being very conscious of being seen and the potential consequences thereof. They pick going to the Globe expecting it to be busy enough to blend into the crowd and Aziraphale's objection re the Arrangement has shifted onto the idea of Hell destroying Crowley.

It is less than a century later that Aziraphale buys the land that will eventually become the bookshop. In 1630 he purchases the land with his own money. That’s his money. Money that he made mostly the human way. Although this space would eventually become an embassy to Heaven it was made via earthly means. It’s his, not Heaven’s. Less than 30 years after we first see them express concern for how dangerous it would be to be seen Aziraphale starts making a space for them to retreat to.

And he does it slowly. He spends decades slowly buying up the land in the area. In fact, it’s nearly 200 years before the Bookshop will be ready to open. By the time we hit the Bastille, he’s clearly decided on a bookshop and has clearly told Crowley all about it. They’re comfortable with each other and already trust each other to a frankly absurd degree. Aziraphale risks discorporation on the sure thing that Crowley will know he’s in danger and come save him just because he wants to see him. In other words, by the time they’re at the point where they’re making elaborate excuses to see each other, Aziraphale is less than a decade away from naming the home he has been carefully making for himself A.Z. Fell and Co.

The and Co is important here for obvious reasons. We all know there’s only one person that it could be referring to. Even as Aziraphale is still denying that they are friends, he is plastering the idea that they are a unit all over the front door of his home long before even he realizes that what he is feeling for Crowley is love.

This is part of why the conversation about ‘our car, our bookshop’ comes much easier to Aziraphale. And it is an easier jump for him to make. He's the one that brings it up and he does it quite casually. He's testing the waters a bit, but is confident the conversation will go his way. Of course we have a car. Just as we have a bookshop.

The thing is I don't think Crowley ever really got that memo on a conscious level. We can see his relationship to the shop shift in the way he moves around the shop shifts over time. The earliest we see him in the shop itself is 1941. It's night time which gives the whole thing a bit of clandestine air, which is fitting for where they're at on the timeline. He stays mostly in one spot in his shots here, sort of hovering about the shop not getting too close to Aziraphale but not drifting out on his own either. He also stays as close to sitting normally as we tend to see Crowley ever sit and his glasses stay on. Which that's not to say he doesn't relax at all. He takes off his hat and make himself comfortable and, most telling, doesn't bother with fixing his glasses when they slip off his nose. He's comfortable and familiar here but it's in a strained sort of distant way. There's trust there, for sure, but he is clearly a visitor in this space.

The next we see of Crowley in the shop is the mid 2000s. It's still night time. His glasses stay on until he's drunk and the he takes them off of his own accord. He moves about the shop, touching various objects and leaning against various pillars and shelves and furniture. He's more comfortable here, but he still he needs a bit of alcohol in his system to get there.

We then see him briefly in the daytime after they realize they have lost the Anti-Christ. The glasses stay on here and alcohol is notably present. And then we do not see him in the shop again until it is burning. All and all most our shots of the bookshop from season one are Aziraphale alone moving about his space. We know Crowley's there enough that his smell lingers in the place, but we don't actually see that much of it beyond those first tom scenes.

Season 2 couldn't be more different in this regard.

Crowley moves in and out of the bookshop as it suits him. At one point he wanders off in the middle of Aziraphale zoning out in a memory without bothering to shake Aziraphale out of it. We even get him doing what is functionally a bird courtship dance right here in the middle of the shop. Aziraphale in turn takes active steps to get Crowley into the shop whether it's leaving him to watch it while he's gone or suggesting that Crowley likes waiting in the shop for him - a thing Crowley does not outright deny beyond objecting to Gabriel's presence there.

And we get a lot of Crowley in the shop this season- both with and without Aziraphale. And regardless of Aziraphale's presence, Crowley's behavior doesn't really shift too much. He's moving around the shop far more that we've ever seen him historically and he spends half that time sprawling on the furniture like it's his.

And, of course, nearly every time we see him enter the Bookshop to engage with Aziraphale, the glasses come off.

He lets his face stay exposed in the shop, even eventually in front of Gabriel. The only other place we've ever seen him take his sunglasses off by his own choice are in his own flat or when he's trying to make a point about his own nature. Even when he's engaging with Hell, so long as he's not grabbed unexpectedly, he has them on. Crowley wears them around people well before sunglasses had technically even been invented. But not here. Not anymore. Not in this story that is framing the bookshop as a literal safe haven.

Even the palette for the Bookshop this season speaks volumes. Now Season 1 in general is a little grayer than Season 2 (this is in part because of the general aesthetics of when they were made and in part because of the difference in tone between the two seasons) and it's very very noticeable in the shop itself. Here's some side by sides of similar areas of the shops between two seasons, I bet you could guess which was which based on the colors themselves.

The palette season 1 suits Aziraphale just fine. It's more neutral tones like he tends to favor on himself. It's still cozy but in a dusty sort of way. The palette of season 2 is warmer. Less white and more orange to the point where even the pillars holding up the bookshop are more vibrant. There's more natural light and we see it more often during the day. It's a warm, shared, space now. They both get plenty of use out of it.

And Crowley now looks like he fits there too. The shift in his palette makes him feel in conversation with the bookshop in a way his season 1 red can't quite mesh with the more washed out palette. I won't repost all these images I was going feral over last night but you can find a lot of shots of him in the shop windows here that really show the ways he works with the colors of the shop.

So why hasn't Crowley moved in officially if he's practically done so already?

Because this is their whole problem in a nutshell. It's a prime example of the way their pattern doesn't work anymore. It's not built for a world like this. Its built for a world where they have to hide and make excuses. And while being free of that is objectively good it also means they have none of that to hide behind anymore. Subtext doesn't have to be subtext anymore and that can be as scary as it can be exciting. Freedom from things like Heaven and Hell can be hard when that's all you've ever known. This is all new territory for them. The meaning of what home can be to them shifts a lot in a space where they can more or less do as they like.

Aziraphale doesn't need to be indirect about what he wants anymore but can't quite figure out how to be more direct in the asking. He's ready but can't quite parse how to say that out loud. Or why he would even need to when he's been saying it quietly for more than a century. He built a shop full of human knowledge into a safe haven for the demon that fell for asking questions. He invited Crowley into the shop on day one, just like everything else he loves. He's already left the door open for Crowley to come and go as he pleases and as far as he's concerned Crowley has already half moved in anyway. From his perspective he's already set a large blinking neon sign up that says 'this is your home too'.

Crowley, for his part, can't read this cue. Not without thinking about going to fast or starting a battle with his own sense of self worth. He's been in keep them alive mode for so long I'm not even sure he really knows how to let himself have needs outside of that on any conscious sort of level. There's nowhere to push if you don't have an endgame. And even if he did have one the last explicit boundary he had established by Aziraphale was telling him to slow down.

But I do think they both realize this. Crowley grumbles about what's the point from the start of his first scene and of course eventually does take a shot at expressing his wants. Aziraphale's fixation on the Ball comes into play here too. He says they allow humans to realize they have misunderstood each other and that they're actually in love. Which is just flat out their whole problem summarized for us nice and neatly.

They're not understanding each other. They haven't had the conversations they need to have. But they are trying. They still trying, even if they don't understand the ways each other is doing so. And at the end of this season even as they are separated again, the nest still stands. And, maybe the next time we get to see them, they'll decide it's in good hands right now and start building another nest together in in South Downs, but, no matter what, the shop is still home. And even if it is a place they have lost each other twice, there is no doubt in my mind that it is a place they will find each other again.

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milaisreading · 6 months

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Hi, is your request open? If so can I please request something like the bllk boys didn't know it's CD!YN's birthday because they're too engrossed on practicing and they just find out because Ego-san greeted her in the middle of lecturing them.

-Please excuse my grammar, English is not my first language TT

-also it's my birthday today so I gathered my courage to request for the first time to indulge myself (⁠^⁠～⁠^⁠;⁠)⁠ゞ

Have a greet day!

🌱🩷: HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!! THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE ASK! I feel honored to write this then. Hope you like it and hope you are having a great birthday, and getting a lot of presents 🥰❤️

Warnings: Reader uses she/her. In the story the boys will be using he/him when addressing Yn. Requests for this series are open.

⚽️Blue Lock belongs to Muneyuki Kaneshiro and Yusuke Nomura⚽️

Ever since (Y/n) became the captain of the rowdy team known as Blue Lock, her life changed a lot. Whether it was for the better or for worse, she didn't know. Maybe someday she will be able to judge it better, but for now she barely had any time to sit down and think this through. With how chaotic everyone was, the JFA gave her a clear warning:

'Make sure they behave during interviews and on TV. Their behavior is a reflection of you as a captain. It is also a reflection of Japan to the world. Don't tarnish it.'

Back then she wanted to say a lot of colorful words to the old men, and she still does, but now she had little to no energy to do that. In fact, she completely forgot what day was when thanks to how hectic everything became. And just like that December 24th came, which is also (Y/n)'s birthday.

While the outside, aka fans and general public saw some ads and public congratulations for the player's birthday, the girl and other Blue Lock players stayed blissfully unaware of everything.

"Here." (Y/n) sighed as she offered some salmon on her chopsticks to Bachira. Grinning, the boy took a bite, smiling in victory as he received death stares from everyone else.

"Bachira, you can eat on your own." Isagi rolled his eyes and looked back at (Y/n), speaking more softly now.

"Please, eat your own food. You look like you need some."

"Huh... oh, I don't mind, Isagi. I need to make sure you guys are healthy." (Y/n) smiled weakly, feeling way too tired to say more.

"(Y/n), feed me too. Feed me, too!" Nagi begged, tugging on her sleeve.

"Oh, sure-"

"Nagi, you have your own hands and chopsticks. Let (Y/n) eat his own food." Reo warned from the girl's left side as Nagi pouted.

"Please~" The albino gave (Y/n) some puppy eyes, and before she could agree, a tray was put between her and Nagi's face.

"Huh?" She looked at the person who did it, only to find Barou glaring at her classmate.

"Eat on your own. And you, eat something, now. Let Bachira eat on his own."

"But I don't want to-" Before Bachira could finish, Gagamaru shoved a pastry into the boy's mouth.

"I will feed him instead. You eat something." Gagamaru said as he grabbed a displeased Bachira's shoulders.

"Yeah, let us handle it." Isagi agreed.

"But-"

They are right. You should eat something. I didn't see you during breakfast today." Karasu said from the table next to them.

"What?! Why did you miss out on breakfast?" Rin yelled in worry, and (Y/n) gulped as she felt Reo and Barou glare at her.

"I didn't feel like eating this morning." She excused herself.

'I had to prepare everything for an upcoming interview.' She wanted to say, but couldn't bring herself to burden them with it.

"Not feeling like eating? You? I have a hard time believing that." Otoya said suspiciously.

Yukimiya sighed and took his plate of food, walked over to (Y/n) and put the plate in front of her.

"What?" She asked the boy.

"Have my food, too. It can't bring you any good to miss out on food."

"Uh..."

Reo frantically nodded his head.

"Have mine too."

"You should have something high in protein, (Y/n)." Hiori agreed.

"Take my tofu, too."

"I can give you some of my veggies as well. They are sweet-sour." Niko added on.

"No, guys. It's fine. Please eat. It's more important that you all are full and-"

"It's also important that the captain isn't hungry, (Y/n)." Kunigami said, putting a hand on her head.

'Where did he come from?!' She thought in surprise.

"Seriously, I am fine-"

"That pale face says otherwise. I should give you a nice skin care day, (Y/n)! A nice Vitamin C mask does wonders~" Aryu added in, causing (Y/n) to raise an eyebrow.

"I am really fine, Aryu. Please, focus on yourselves. We can't have you tired-"

"We-we can't have you faint on the field, (Y/n)! P-please listen to us!" Tokimitsu interjected, clearly worried over the girl's health.

"Yes! You are important for the team, too!" Kurona added in.

'I am? I am just the captain... a babysitter if you will...' Well, at least that's what she was made to feel by the JFA.

"Here! I was given this new nutritious shake to try. It's good for the bones." Chigiri said, handing her the pinkish drink.

"Uh... this is your-"

"Eat!"

"And drink that!"

"You should really get some rest after, too."

"My pillow is very soft, I will give it to you."

"I will carry you to your room."

"Hold up! Hold up, everyone!"

(Y/n) grew a little overwhelmed, but thankfully everything stopped once Ego's voice appeared.

"What is this ruckus?!" Everyone stopped and looked at the screen that was showing the confused adult. Gulping, (Y/n) put her utensils down and got up.

"I am so sorry, Ego-san. This one is my fault-"

"Silence. I know it's not. And don't put all the blame on yourself." (Y/n) shut up and looked at Ego silently, the boys watching the interaction in confusion.

"Besides, why aren't you resting today?"

"Uh... The JFA-"

"Forget what those old farts said, I told you to rest today."

"Are you sure?" (Y/n) asked, unsure if she should listen. On one hand she had Ego, and on the other she had the duty to keep everything in line, for the country.

"Yes, besides, it's your birthday. Go and rest."

"Bitthday?! You never told us it's your birthday today!" The team yelled in unison, causing (Y/n) to flinch a little.

"I myself forgot... if I can be honest." (Y/n) blushed as Ego sighed.

"Go. Sleep. Now. I will deal with the JFA. The rest of you stay and finish your lunch."

Ego ordered as the room fell silent.

'Ego... will handle it.' The girl slowly nodded her head and walked out of the cafeteria as everyone watched her silently.

Once she was away, and out of earshot, Ego spoke up again.

"So... you guys want to take part in a surprise party Anri and I are preparing?"

"Hell yeah!"

"Of course!"

"Party for (Y/n)! Yes!" The team agreed, eagerly waiting for what Ego will say next.

Walking back into her and Rin's room, the girl sighed and plopped herself on her bed, cuddling into the pillow.

'Ego-san will handle it. I can rest for now.' As if a weight got lifted of off her, (Y/n) sighed in relief and started to drift into a slumber. Feeling more carefree now.

Once Ego finished instructing everyone what they should do, he turned off his camera and looked back at Anri.

"Is everything ready?"

Happily, Anri nodded her head and went through the list.

"All the ingredients and instructions are set for Isagi, Barou, and Rin. The meat, veggies, sauces, and spices for the katsu are there for Kunigami, Hiori, and Yukimiya. Bachira, Niko, and Karasu will get the balloons and decorations to prepare. Sanrio themed ones are so hard to find during Christmas, especially of that pink sheep." Anri commented as Ego nodded from time to time.

"Nagi, Reo, Kurona, and Aryu have the wrapping paper set for the presents. And lastly, Tokimitsu, Gagamaru, Chigiri, and Otoya will clean up and prepare the cafeteria. In case (Y/n) wakes up earlier than expected, I will try to distract her till everything is done."

"Ok. Everything is under control then. I will leave now." Ego announced as Anri finished her talk, causing the woman to raise an eyebrow.

"Go? Where to?"

"To talk with the JFA. Nobody treats my players like they are some no-name babysitters."

As the day went on, (Y/n) slept peacefully while the boys were moving fast to cook, bake and set everything up for the party. Anri was watching over everything, in case they needed help in the kitchen, while also keeping an eye on the monitor showing the door to (Y/n) and Rin's room.

6 hours later...

By now it was 8 PM and (Y/n) slowly opened her eyes, and sat up on her bed as she stretched.

"I feel so much better now. What time is it even?" She mumbled blinking the sleep away to look at her clock.

"8 pm... already? I slept for so long?"

She said in surprise and then looked at Rin's bed.

"Rin isn't here yet... maybe they are practicing still. I will go and join them." (Y/n) said, getting up from her bed, but before she could move more, a knock was heard.

"Huh? Yes?" She called out.

"Oh! Good, you are awake!" Otoya's voice was heard and the door opened, only for (Y/n) to see the said boy and Bachira.

"Hi, guys? Sorry for missing practice today, I will join-"

"No,no. We aren't practicing today. Come with us, Ego-san told us to get you."

Bachira and Otoya walked over to the confused girl, grabbing each of her arms and dragged her out of the room.

"Ha? Did something happen?"

"Nope!" The two said, sending each other secretive smiles.

'What did I miss?' She raised an eyebrow.

"We are here! We are here!" Bachira said happily as Otoya hummed along. (Y/n) grew even more unnerved now as she sniffed the air a little.

'Am I crazy? Why does it smell like Katsu?' She thought.

"Open the door~" The duo said.

"Are you guys pulling a prank on me?" (Y/n) asked in confusion.

"No!"

"Please, just open the door." Bachira and Otoya answered. Reluctantly, (Y/n) nodded her head and walked closer to the door, slowly opening it.

"Happy birthday!"

"There you are! We were worried you won't wake up till tomorrow!"

"Happy birthday, (Y/n)! Hope you like everything!"

(Y/n) blinked in surprise as Otoya gently pushed her into the room. Flabbergasted, the girl looked around the room, now decorated with different balloons.

'Oh... Sweet Piano balloons! How did they find them?! They are so hard to find.' (Y/n) thought, blushing in excitement as she saw them. The players silently, and anxiously, watched the girl inspect everything.

"Huh..." (Y/n) muttered, eyes widening in amazement as she saw the cake, decorated with the pink sheep.

'Not even my parents did this for me...' (Y/n) thought, feeling her eyes water up a little.

The boys watched in panic as tears started to stream down the girl's face.

"Ah?! Did we mess something up?" Gagamaru asked in worry.

"I don't know!" Hiori said back as Isagi went to hand her a napkin, which (Y/n) gladly took it to wipe her tears away.

"We... we are sorry..." Rin said awkwardly.

"Did I mess up the decorations on the cake?" Barou looked over the cake.

"I think it's my fault. The balloons look a little deflated." Niko gulped.

"Maybe we should have done a better job on them." Karasu muttered nervously as Bachira and he glanced at each other.

"I swear I made sure the katsu doesn't burn." Yukimiya flinched.

"Did I mess up the salad?" Kunigami bit his fingernail in worry.

"You... you guys did everything amazing! Thank you so much!" (Y/n) finally busted out, hugging Isagi, who was the closest to her. Isagi tensed up and blushed a scarlet red, but hugged her back anyways.

"You are the greatest team ever!" (Y/n) announced with a huge smile, causing their worries to lift, and smiles to appear on their faces.

"Happy to hear that..." Nagi sighed in relief, but tugged on her shirt.

"Huh?" She looked over at the boy, still hugging Isagi.

"I want a hug, too."

"Me too! Me too!" Kurona nodded, running up to her, followed by Gagamaru and Tokimitsu.

"Me as well. Please."

"Me-me too, if you don't mind." Slowly, the other guys joined in on the asked and (Y/n) couldn't help but laugh softly.

'These guys are the best.'

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intimidating-fettuccine · 6 days

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Void. || Toby x reader. Toby has a bad day, and you stay there to give him company.

It was peaceful, almost too peaceful. The wind was howling outside, rattling the old panes that served as his windows, made worse by the heavy rain pelting relentlessly. The weather had been anything but peaceful, but Toby’s face which was currently reflected back at you in the window was almost too peaceful for the situation.

You were sitting behind him on the edge of his bed, his body scrunched up as he started out the window, emotion void from his face. It was shocking to you that he’d allowed you in here, normally preferring to be alone on days when he’s feeling avoidant and apathetic. In fact, you’d hardly think he’d want you here considering his general body language, but any time you moved to leave his hand would shoot out and grab onto your arm, squeezing tightly and beckoning you to stay.

Toby always had a hard time expressing himself. His facade of being just a dumb, excitable goofball could only last so long before cracks would form and his apathetic nature would expose itself. His moments of happiness in those days of his crafted goofball facade weren't necessarily a lie, but he had a knack for hiding things and dodging questions with a faked level of stupidity that most didn’t see through. You, however, had seen through it.

That’s why he allowed you to be here with him. Why he allowed you to see him in these moments, why he wanted you there, even if he didn’t really speak or acknowledge you much so that he didn’t have to be completely alone and he could feel the comfort of having someone there. You were one of two people allowed to be by his side in these moments, the other being Slender, but over the course of your relationship and you realizing the reality of his true situation, Toby had come to prefer you. You never argued against it, wanting to help him in any way that you could, and so you sat.

You sat behind him, monitoring his face in the window as the rain poured down and the wind howled around the building, searching for any changes or signs that he needed more than just your company. When his brows quirked together, despite the rest of his face not changing, you moved hesitantly closer. You reached for his hand, and he allowed you to hold it, his hand gripping yours tightly for comfort, asking you not to let go, although he knew you never would. When a sniffle finally left him, he allowed you to wrap your arms around his body, you holding onto him as though you were his backpack.

He wasn’t going to cry. He wasn’t going to speak to you or explain why he was feeling like this. Emotionless but angry, apathetic but depressed, wrapped in your company but all too alone at the same time. Toby didn’t let people in easily, that was something you knew very well. You’d been dating him for so long and yet you still only knew bits and pieces of the hellscape that he was raised in. Someday he’d tell you, finally allow you into the locked and barricaded door of his mind, someday he’d let you see all of his secrets and hidden facts about himself that nobody else was privy to. That would be in the future, though. When you were both older than you were right now, and Toby had become wiser with age and learned how to truly open up to people. When grey hairs started slowly coming in every now and then, despite you showing no other signs of aging. When Toby would finally feel like an adult, even though he already was one now.

That was about a decade into the future, though, so you settled yourself in to wait. You loved him, and you respected him, so despite the questions constantly passing through your mind, you would wait. You’d continue to sit here, holding onto him like he was the most precious thing in the world, and eventually, he’d turn like he always does, squeezing you tightly with the exact same sentiments. No words would pass between you, but you’d be there for each other with the knowledge that you loved each other, and you supported each other. Toby would do what he called ‘making it up to you’ when he would feel better in a few days, smothering you in open affection and treating you to food and gifts as often as he could.

He appreciated your love and support more than he could ever put into words, and he’s still learning how to get that point across to you. He’ll continue learning, though, as the two of you keep each other company and continue to grow your love and relationship together. He’ll do his best to be the best possible partner that he can be, considering the work and effort you put in to deal with him and his issues. He loves you more than it ever thought possible to love another person, and he’d spend the rest of his life proving that point to you if you let him.

You will. You’ll let him keep doing so, because through the pain, the tears, the yelling and the loneliness, the arguments and the making up afterward, you loved him just the same. Even if you also didn’t know how to express it right then and there, you’d never leave him alone to suffer in isolation, just as he’d never leave your side, standing by you as your protector and lover to the best of his abilities.

You’ll both be okay. He doesn’t feel that way right now, swallowed by his inner fear, but you will be. He just has to keep waiting until he reaches the point where he finally realizes that.

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springalwayscomes · 10 months

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Closer (Teaser)

Read Closer here

Plot: To have each other close is something that you both always wanted, in a way or another. It’s just that… close is not close enough anymore for Jungkook.

Pairing: Jungkook x Y/n

Genre: Fluff, Angst, Smut, Domestic, Humor, Friends to Lovers

Wordcount: 27k

Author’s Note: Hello! I hope you’ll like this little teaser, I will publish the story on the 16 of July. I loved writing this, it was an emotional rollercoaster and I honestly can’t wait to post it. I really hope that you’ll like it🥺

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Jungkook walked in on you using your vibrator as a microphone when you were nineteen, lipsynching as if your life depended on it. He had laughed so fucking loud that time that you still feel your ears grow red when you think about it. He has teased you for it from the moment it happened, still does it now.

Back then, it was so freaking hilarious he would bring it up every time you were too mad at him, to make you laugh it off and let go of the heavy atmosphere creating between you every time you used to fight as teenagers.

Five years afterwards, as of now, he still thinks about it from time to time. It makes him giggle when he’s in the middle of a meeting at work, when he has a stressful day, when he’s just laying in bed with his head empty. Usually, that would be the case. Now that you’re sitting on his couch with a bag of pop corns squished in your hands while the tv is playing though, is a new circumstance.

«What are you laughing at? You’re so loud» you wince at him, monotone and annoyed.

He licks his lips, shaking his head.

«Your vibrator still haunts me»

It takes you less than two seconds to realise what he’s talking about.

«You’re so annoying. Should I bring up the time you farted out loud in class too?»

«That’s not the same,» he laughs «I told you that I wasn’t feeling good but you insisted on going to class anyway»

«You didn’t go for three days straight-» you fight back, stopping yourself when the camera points on Park Seojun.

«Gosh, this man. I’m gonna marry him someday» you sigh dreamily. Jungkook snorts.

«Cause I was sick?» he opens the fridge.

«You drank with Jin the night before. You shouldn’t drink if you’re sick. Maybe that’s why you couldn’t hold it until class was over»

«You’re so noisy» he rummages through the shelves, finally finding the bowl of strawberries he was looking for.

«Want some?»

You quickly glance at him over the counter, pop corns stuffing your mouth full.

«No, thanks. I’m full with these»

He gets a spoon from the drawer, walking back to the sofa.

«The face you made when I walked in is still funnier than-»

«When you farted in front of the class?» you cut him off, trying to get some sense in his head.

«Hell, yeah» he laughs.

«You literally-»

«Okay, now stop!» you slap his ass before he gets a chance to sit down.

«Oh, yes keep going» he fakes a moan. You literally want to slap him hard enough to make him stop being an idiot, but you have to hold yourself back.

«Just shut up and let me see Park Seojun» you shake your head. Jungkook gets a spoonful of strawberries into his mouth, eyes falling on the screen and eyebrows pinched together.

It’s a Saturday, thanks God the both of you don’t work on weekends, so usually you both find yourself on the sofa, watching a movie or just messing around. You’ve known each other since you were sixteen, so to say that you’re pretty comfortable with each other is an understatement. Even when you first met him, the nineteen years old Jungkook never made you feel uneasy. You were inseparable. Best friends that used to sleep at each other’s place every three to four days because you were just used to it. It was natural, so natural that a lot of the people around you thought you were a couple. Back then, you would grimace and shake your head vividly, not even giving it a thought. Jungkook would laugh it off, heart beating loudly in his chest every time anyone made him imagine how it would’ve been.

«Do you still have it?» he asks, voice low as he stares at the screen.

«What?» you murmur. He doesn’t answer, his spoon scraping against the plastic of the bowl to get as much strawberries as he can into his mouth. He munches on them, gulping down and enjoying the sweet taste.

«That vibrator»

«Jungkook! What kind of question is that?» you stop the drama, his thigh getting hit by the remote.

«I was just asking!» he raises his hands as to make sure you understand he meant no harm, the bowl now sitting on his lap.

«Why would you ask that?» your tone makes his eyes smile first, as he always does. His eyes smile first, then his lips just follow.

«Why are you so sensitive about it? I won’t ask, but we both know you still use it» he gets up from the couch, getting to the sink to put the empty bawl inside.

«We say filthier things when we’re in bed!» he goes on from where he’s standing at. Your head is going to explode. It’s at times like this that you rethink about your life choices. From being sixteen and dumb, until you’re twenty four and ending up with sleeping with your best friend.

«In bed! Leave those for when we’re in bed!» you fight back, another pop corn getting shoved into your mouth.

«Okay,» he appears by your side «wanna go to bed so I can ask you?»

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nothomegal · 7 months

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“The little owl family” (Part 2)

(RZ!Michael Myers x GNReader)

Summary: your and your little sister’s life had an 180° turn when your parents got into a severe car crash, dying on the spot. You, being already past 18 had to figure out how to keep things afloat and give yourself, specially your sister, a good future. And you did! It was hard but you did it and became the absolute hero in the little girl’s eyes. People would often involuntary smile at the dynamic of your two, so wholesome and supportive, the perfect family bond. Bond that a certain Boogeyman noticed as well…

Warnings: Mikey being a bit obsessive(?).

Word Count: 2.8k

Additional info: Gender Neutral reader. (S/N) = sister’s name.

(Part 1) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5) (Part 6)

It's been around a week since the siblings visited the house where the Myers family ones lived. To be honest the visit was kinda forgotten after a couple of days since they had other things to worry about; (Y/N) focused on their work and (S/N) on school and other duties a 6 y/o would worry about, as well on the owl family! Who happily accepted the extra meat the've been leaving around their backyard, they're also pretty sure that some of their babies already hatched!

However, their rather peaceful and carefree life was about to get on a bumpy ride when a certain dark massive figure was able to track them down...

. . .

—"(Y/N), can I ask you somethig?"— your sister asks from the doorway to your room, shifting from foot to foot and holding a dinosaur plushie.

—"Sure."— you say as you pause whatever work you've been doing on your computer and turn towards her. —"What is it songbird?"—

—"How does it feel like being watched?"— she asks.

(Y/N) leans back on their chair with a thoughtful hum.

—"I'm not sure, I never felt it. Though people say it feels like being exposed, no matter how hard you try to hide."— you try to explain.

—"Oh... Like being naked?"—

—"Yeah, kinda. I guess."— you scratch your cheek a bit. —"Why the question though?"—

The girls shrugs with a slightly awkward expression.

—"In scary movies people always talk about it and I got curious. And because Terry won't stop saying dumb stuff, like the Boogeyman is going to come and steal you..."— she admits, her voice sad and quieter at the last statement.

The older sibling blinks a couple of times.

—"Steal ME?"— your eyes wide a bit when she nods. —"Pff! If the Boogeyman doesn't have a pack of oreos and a new drawing tablet as a bait, I'm not going anywhere."— you joke, trying to soothe her.

But the girl just frowns more and out of nowhere runns towards them and hugs them tightly, barely holding back a sob.

—"It's- It's just- "— she hiccups a bit. —"I sometimes have nightmares where you disappear, just like mom and dad. I'm- I'm scared it will become true someday!"— she sobs into your shoulder.

(Y/N) frowns at her words, their heart shrinking inside of the ribcage with every sob that left their sister's mouth. They hug her tightly back and begin to softly caress her hair whilst speaking.

—"Hey, hey it's okay. No one will ever take me away from you. I fought to keep us together ones and I will do it again if necessary."— you say, your voice calm.

—"B-But one thing is arguing with old ugly people and the other one is fighting a monster!"— she sobs harder.

(Y/N) falls silent for a moment, thinking about how to calm down their sister. Eventually they come up with an idea. They gently grip her shoulders and push her back so they both can make eye contact.

—"I don't get it, who are you?"— you suddenly ask.

—"H-Huh?"—

—"I asked who are you? Where is my little (S/N)? The (S/N) who's so bold and brave, the one who promised to protect me and scare the Boogeyman away by stomping on his toes and slapping his elbows, where is that (S/N)?"—

The little girl blinks a couple of times, both surprised and thoughtful about (Y/N)'s words. Eventually her expression changes into a shyer one.

—"Uh... She is he-here. But- But- "—

—"Don't tell me you are going to allow some boy and silly dreams scare and hurt you. Do you remember that one movie with the 'hat-man'?"— you ask and recieve a nod. —"And how did the main character defeat him?"—

—"She... She stopped being afraid of him."—

—"Exactly! The Boogeyman is the same, a creature that feeds on fears. If you aren't afraid of it, it won't be able to do a damn."— you give her shoulders a gentle squeeze. —"Come on sis, we visited the house the monster supposedly lives, you had a smile when we got closer and you were brave enough to calm me down. Can't you see how absolutely amazing you are and how intimidated the monster must be of you and your amazing art skills?!"—

—"Yeah... Yeah! You're right! Who does this Boogeyman thinks he is to scare me?!"— she exclaims, gaze and tone determined.

—"Yes! Screw it! If any monster tries to come for us then we'll work together to scare it away! Just like we did with the 'attic ghost'."—

They both giggle at the mentioned 'attic ghost', who resulted to be a racoon that somehow snuck in there a couple of month ago.

—"But make sure to throw the plunger at the monster and not me."— you pinch her cheek while pouting a bit.

—"Hehehe sorry."— she grins, clearly not sorry.

They talk a bit more, and ones (S/N) was completely calm her sibling finally notices the time.

—"Holy cow on a bicycle, it's long past midnight. You were suppoes to be asleep missy."— you say while standing up. —"Come on, let's put you to sleep, you have school tomorrow after all."—

—"Will you read me the new story today?"— she looks up at you with hopefull eyes.

—"Not yet sweetheart, I still need to finish the last pages, or you want to leave the mystery as a cliffhanger?"— you ask with a teasing smile.

—"No! No cliffhangers, they suck!"— she huffs.

—"Yeah, agree. Just wait a bit more, okay? I'm sure I'll finish it due Halloween."—

—"Oki hehe, can't wait to learn what will happen with the birdies this time!"—

The mentioned tale has no name, it's just a little pile of stories (Y/N) and (S/N) created by accident a while ago. It started as a random drabble when the girl asked 'how would we look as owls?' and that's when it began. Both owl characters, that resembled the siblings but with some subtle changes, living the wildest anventures a kid's brain could formulate, from time travel to having a sword fight with skeletons, and despite the ridiculous plots, the stories were a lot of fun to write, draw and tell, specially before sleep.

And tonight wasn't a complete exception, sure it wasn't the story (S/N) hoped to read but an already written one, it still was a lot of fun though!

Ones the story telling session finished and (S/N) was sleeping soundly, (Y/N) decided that it's time for them to go to bed as well.

They started to do their night routine of cleaning around a bit, but something made them pause when they reached the first floor to turn the lights off. They stopped in their tracks with their gaze glued to the back door, specifically... What was in front of it. It looked like piece of paper, one that been uncrumpled.

With furrowed brows and an uneasy feeling in their stomach (Y/N) makes their way towards it, trying to convince themselves that maybe (S/N) left it there it while playing. But their blood goes icy cold when they see what is on the paper...

A orange spinosaurus with a witch hat and a magic wand.

The older sibling grips the paper tightly as they frantically look around, as if trying to find the responsible of this nonsense, yet they saw or found nothing, or maybe they were unaware of it... Of him.

At some point durning their frenzy, (Y/N) stops in front of the window and simply stares into the pitch black backyard. The owls were unnaturally quiet, no casual 'hoo' or the father flying out to get food, no, there was no sound from them at all.

Giving one last glare into the darkness, (Y/N) decides to take their uneasy feeling and the bird's silence as a warning. With a huff they close the curtains and go toward other windows to do the same, they have no idea if there is an actual threat out there but they will do anything to protect their home anyways, even if that means going full paranoia mode.

Their actions didn't went unnoticed of course, as the being (S/N) was so scared of at first was standing there, in the darkness, this whole time. His head slightly tilted as he observed the older sibling go through another frenzy.

Usually, these kind of response to his stalking would amuse him, seeing the sheer panic in the victim's eyes as they stare into the darkness, desperate to find him and coming out unsuccessful despite him being right under their nose the entire time.

With (Y/N) however... It's different. The look they sent into the darkness wasn't just a simple look of uneasiness or distrust, it was a warning. A warning to fight back and kill whatever or whoever dares to disturb them, to disturb their family, their little sister... When his eyes met theirs his breath hitched, he never saw such cold and murderous yet dangerously determined glare on him, not the one (Y/N) had.

He wasn't even aware of the adrenaline that spiked inside of him, his heart beating hard as his chest rised ad fell with each heavy breath, creating small clouds in the chilly October air. He didn't even realize how much that look affected him, how much he desired to feel it on him again, how obsessed he was with their eyes...

The only thing that bugs him is that (Y/N) is most likely not even aware who they just glared at. The especulations of their reaction when they finally uncover the truth make his mind go wild, wondering what kind of look they'll send him, what kind of measures they'll take to protect their own little 'boo' from him, even though...

He didn't even feel the need, or want, to hurt the little one... Or them.

. . .

—"(S/N)! Watch out!"—

—"Woah!- "—

It was one more day in Haddonfiel elementary school, it was currently recess time and the little girl was playing outside with some friends.

—"You almost got hit again, are you okay?"— a friend asks.

The little girl bites her lip.

—"I don't know... I'm super worried about (Y/N), since last week they've been weird. They try to act normal when I'm around, but... When they think I'm not looking I noticed how serious and scared they seem to be, always looking through the windows and even checking the locks almost five times a day!"—

—"Oh wow..."—

—"Yeah... I don't know why they started to act like that! J-Just last week everything was fine and then boom! They're different!"— she says with concern and a bit of frustration.

—"Maybe (Y/N) got snatched by the Boogeyman and got replaced by a doppelganger?"— Terry says, being right behind her, and suddenly grabs her shoulders.

—"Aaah! No! Shut up Terry!"— she exclaims angrily as she slaps his hands away. —"And no one snatched them away! They're just going through a lot of stress!"—

—"That's what the doppelganger wants you to believe! Bet the Boogeyman had already ate the real (Y/N), and soon he's doing to come and eat you~."— the boy says with a sweet yet mischievous tone.

(S/N) grits her teeth both annoyed and angry at her classmate's attempts to scare her. When the ball bumps into her leg she grabs it and with no hesitation throws it at Terry, purposely aiming at his face.

Miraculosly, the boy dodged the ball last second and with a loud goblin-like laugh he runs away, pleased that he got a reaction from the little girl.

—"Hey! The ball-! "—

—"I'll go get it..."— she mumbles, still a bit frustrated and disappointed that it didn't hit the boy.

The ball went quite far despite being thrown by a 6 y/o. The girl rushed towards the direction where the ball went flying, which was the furthest part of the school playfround, slowing down at the end when she realized the ball wasn´t near the fence.

With a more concerned look she takes one or two steps forward, being just 4 feet away from the fence. Her gaze is focused outside of it in hopes that the ball ended up not too far and she could simply reach it. She suddenly stops when noticed some weird tree trunks at the other side... Huh, she's pretty sure a tree trunk is brown and not dark blue, or wears shoes...?

She begins to slowly drag her gaze up and then realizes that the blue 'tree trunk' is not even a tree, but a person, no, a giant!... Wait, he got the ball! (S/N) was about to innocently step closer and ask for the toy but froze in place when she saw the giant's face, a terrifying emotionless mask that made his eyes appear black, like two endless voids staring into her little innocent soul.

The massive stranger then slowly extends his arm, just enough so his hand goes through the bars, silently allowing the little girl retrieve the object.

The girl swallows loudly as she gives quick glances at the ball, which looked so small in the stranger's big hand, and then at his uncanny masked face. Technically it should be safe to take it, the man's hand is barely going through the metal bars of the fence, all she has to do is yoink the toy out of his grasp and run away.

It should be quick, it should be easy!... Yet her body refused to move...

The giant slowly tilts his head, as if silently asking what's wrong and why she's not taking the object back.

Durning this little staring contest, the world around goes completely silent, which made the already tense and eerie atmosphere turn even more bizarre. The girl starts to remember all these talks of 'stranger danger' (Y/N) would give her, and the advice that stick out the most kept resonating in her mind over and over...

"It's okay to judge at times..."

"...for a reason first impressions are a thing."

"Remember songbird...

"...if someone gives you the heebeegeebees, forget politeness..."

"...and get away from them."

And they're right... This giant is giving her the heebeegeebees!

Releasing the breath she didn't know she was holding in all this time, the girl throws one final glance at the man, her innocent eyes expressing fear and distrust as she turns on her heel and runs away like a spooked kitten, completely forgetting about the ball she was supposed to retrieve.

His head straightened as he watches the girl run away, frantically pointing towards his direction when her friends tried to ask what happened but, of course, he was long gone when they looked.

After this little interaction, he was left with a weird yet unpleasant feeling. The way the little girl looked at him made something inside of his chest squeeze, the same feeling he got as a kid when he accidentally made Angel cry for the first time... Is this what guilt and shame feels like?... He can't tell.

He probably shouldn't have revealed himself like this, so out of the blue. But today he was feeling particulary gloomy, and after observing the two siblings for nearly two week he couldn't help but notice how the little one behaved; so carefree, so curious and enthusiastic about nearly everything, so mischievous yet sweet towards her older sibling, worrying about them, caring for them... It reminded him of 'boo' so much.

Is this really how things would've turn out between him and Angel if they grew up together? If he just could've made the things right that night and prove that he can be a good big brother? He'll never know, not when Angel is somewhere else now, hiding from him, not for long though, he will find her eventually and try again... But for now, all he can do is stay hidden and observe, observe the siblings interact and fantasize that one day him and his sister will share the same strong bond...

One day...

. . .

The bell rang, meaning that the final class finished and the kids were free to go home.

(Y/N) is standing outside the school, near the gates where all students were about to come out. They were calmply waiting for their sister to appear, already changing their moody and tired expression for a softer and brighter one so the little girl doesn't worry.

But their happy mask falls off completely when they see their sister exit through the gates. Her eyes and nose had a reddish tone as if she've cried not too long ago, her face was also pale, pale and filled with fear as if she just seen a ghost.

(Y/N) has no time to even formulate a sentence in their mind when their sister suddenly rushed into their arms and let out a muffed sob, one that she've been probably holding back for a while.

Panicked and concerned (Y/N) kneels in front of the girl and gently take one hand into theirs while the other one is wiping the tears sliding down her cheek.

—"(S/N)? My goodness, songbird. What happened?"— you ask, doing your best to keep your tone calm.

The girl hiccups a bit, letting the last couple of sobs out and eventially collecting herself enough to speak.

—"(Y/N)..."— she says in a shaky and tiny voice. —"I think... I-..."—

—"I think I saw the Boogeyman."—

#nothomegal fic #michael myers #rz michael myers x reader #rz michael myers #michael myers x reader #slasher x reader #gn reader #halloween

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Don't Read My Mind

I'm having some thoughts about this panel. This one line in particular. It comes from Titans(2016) - #19. The Titans were trying to help Donna and shit went sideways so the Justice League shows up to shut them down. Wally's power is fritzy and Donna's not herself at the moment. Batman has started to question Dick's leadership in front of the entire team and Dick walks away. Then there is this throw away line from Batman "Don't Read My Mind".

Why not, Batman? What would she find out about you that you don't want Dick to know? First of all, isn't it already established that Batman can block mind reading efforts - unless he's super distressed. Context clues want the reader to think that this is Batman being Batman, but it's something else entirely.

He's afraid. He's worried that this is the time he's pushed too far. He's here insisting that Dick shut down the Titans, the ONE thing that Dick has put passion into beyond his own career. One of the major, original sources of conflict between the two of them was Robin choosing the Titans over Batman, in Bruce's mind at least. He could lose Dick, again, over this. Nightwing doesn't walk away when Batman is speaking. Nightwing stops when Batman calls to him. Dick isn't being the good soldier this time.

Truthfully, Batman knows that while Dick's team dropped the ball optically, they did the right thing by helping a friend and that the Justice League would've made the same calls. No one would have dared call them on it, either, despite the genuine risk to the greater population. He can't say that. What he can say is, what he says on the next page. It's hard to run a team of demi-gods. Optics are important, results be damned. Dick soon asks "Have I disappointed you?" and Batman says nothing. In Dick's mind, he's despairing. He failed Bruce again. He failed his team, he failed in front of his heroes. He isn't good enough to do what he does at the scale that he wants to do it on - the Titans will never be good enough. He failed everyone. Again.

Batman isn't disappointed. Batman is glad Dick stopped to listen to him just one more time. Batman is glad Dick heard what he was saying, but more glad that Dick stopped. This time, he stopped walking away. He didn't disappear off the face of the Earth to re-emerge as someone else. Batman doesn't want the mind reader to tell Dick the truth: He's terrified that Dick will leave him again. Dick is in the right here, even if he took some chances. His team was in the right.

Trouble is, Dick has to be better than right. Nightwing has to do it cleaner than anyone else. He has to be more transparent than anyone. Someone is going to have to be able to call the League on their bullshit. That will be Nightwing, but first he's got to do it by the book every time, feelings and loyalty be damned. In Bruce's mind, the very first loyalty damned will be Nightwing's loyalty to Batman. Someday. He'll push too far and Dick will use the ethics / standards Bruce impressed on him since he was eight and disappear forever. Just not today, it seems. Look at the art for a second. Bruce and Dick only see each other obscured by shadows. Really their logos, their professional identities, are the only thing they see of each other at this point. Nightwing is turned, storming away from Batman. It isn't until Batman calls Nightwing by his real name that they start to see each other. Now it's Bruce and Dick in the light. If that is not symbolic of a whole hell of a lot between them and their personalities, I don't know what is.

#nightwing #batfamily #dick grayson #batman #dc comics #panel interpretation #The titans

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nikosamaki · 1 year

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Hi guyssssss, I'm BACK 💃

Sorry I had something to deal and it took a lot timmmmme 😔😅

I promise I'll post a lot stories and HELLO to new followers ☺️❤️ Thank for following 🥰

When you touch their horns:

Lucifer:

He's shocked -he doesn't show it, of course-, but looks at you with narrowed eyes which tells you: "You're too young for death, Idiot " (Don't worry, he'll not kill you AT LEAST🤐 -because of Dia- ). In spite of you're freaking scared and near to ruin your pants, you figure out that how soft is his horns areeeeeee!!! They're as soft as silk and not to mention that you thought demon's horns must have been REALLY rough, but SOFT... No fucking way!!

As you're in your thoughts, he's blushing -I should've said it sooner, demon's horns are their most SENSITIVE part of body (Naughty 😏... Except that BEAUTIFUL part :)- and he thinks he's doing well in hiding it -but he SUCKS 😔😂.

When you saw his face -FINALLY-, his eyes are just like wolf's eyes and JUST wants to do it (you know I'm still a bit shy about saying it, so...😅), wants to make you say his name to stop, wants to hear your moans and so many things... -Your fault, because you badly turned him ON.

Mammon:

His reaction cannot be worse than Levi (I guess you've figured it out), but his face is as red as tomatoe due to blushing! (Sooooo CUTE 🥺). Though he tries really hard to control himself -not doing or saying anything silly-, he suddenly took a step closer to you -maybe just wanted to give you a good view of his horns-; and unfortunately -or FORTUNATELY!- something catches his heel and falls down on you!!! (How ROMANTIC!). In his mind, he's fucked, but doesn't know that you're dying inside -you're red, mess, REALLY confused and of course you have lots of SWEET thoughts in your mind that could happen any minute NOW.

When you look at him, he's not the same Mammon that he used to be; is he kinda cursed? -His eyes are narrowed and his face is serious. When he speaks, he's too much Daddy!! (I didn't know how to explain it 😂). :"You're MINE, ONLY mine... You didn't forget it, right? 'Cause I get the feelin' that I should make myself clear THIS time." You're amazed and scared, because you don't know what the Hell is happening?! Do you deserve it? What does it look like to be punished by Mammon?? Soon you'll find your answer, in BED!!

Levi:

Already D.E.A.D!! In shock! -he had a convulsion 😔, Poor. He canNot analyze what's the point? Why is he bowing and letting you TOUCH his HORNS?!?!? Error 404...

2 hours later...

He keeps his eyes closed because he can't handle the feeling he gets -you're FUCKING close to him- Again errors...

He tries to get calm by taking deep breath. When he becomes calm -you wish that he never gets calm-; his inner beast woke up and now you're in DANGER (Never underestimate calm Levi... NEVER!!) . You cann’t believe what you're seeing, Levi's cool?? He's not freaking out? W-who's that guy???

He's a hungry beast that wants food, wants to test every part of your body... Wants to eat you up!

You want to run, but you can’t; his tail tightly held your feet which means that there is NO way back.

Satan:

He's behavior is like Luci but has more control on it! -to be honest, he has tried this situation hundred times as if it happens someday???? (Now it's getting WEIRD 🫥). When you ask him to let you touch his horns, he takes a sit and lead you on his lengths -he gives you a good view of his horns. Well you didn't know that it's a trap 😏. Like you don't even know HIM :/ - ;When he led you on his lengths, you figured it out very suspicious but somehow you ignored your warning though and sat (A stupid move🤦). While you were touching his horns -he's blushed-; he pulled you on bed ! (Very CLEAN move😔👌). NOW you've understood that you're FUCKED UP. He grins at you and says:" Kitty, let's play GAME , but not the usual one... The SPECIAL one."

Asmo:

No need to ask!! He just grabs your hand and put it on his head -means “Go ahead, TOUCH MY HORNS”. Since you’re naive (Too MUCH naive); again you’re tricked –just like Satan’s situation- and started to rub his horns. They’re very soft!! –even softer than the rest of the brothers 😲. He doesn’t let you to think or do anything else, in the blank of an eye, you’re tied up on his BED! (You canNOT guess how that happened… You better not to try to figure it out; it’s for your own sake😊).

Erotic eyes which shows he’s turned on badly, a smirk on his face that want to do VERY very bad and UNHOLY things with you… Bent down and said in your ears:“ Now I got YOU… Just YOU & ME🤭❤️” (You’ve got the right to scare😶… He’s the avatar of LUSTttttt, so don’t think that you can handle any shitty things that’s going to happen!)

Beel:

Doesn’t care :/ (That’s not new… because we’re talking about BEEL). He changed into his demon form and bent that you can touch the horns. At least you’re a hundred percent sure that he WILL NOT do any BAD things –or maybe he’ll but you don’t know? Who knows??. Just when you touch his horns, his stomach starts groaning 😑 (Well, you’re LUCKY… Be optimist !). He asks you for food and you said you’ll give him some food. BUT, but when he said “FOOD” he didn’t mean chips or burgers or else; HE meant YOU!!! (You idiot, how can someone be that much silly?????). As the way he’s misunderstood your meaning -or you were the one who didn’t understand his question-, he grins and stand straight, Looks down on you and lick his lips :“ You look DELICIOUS 😋. I want to start from your lips”. Here’s when you find out the situation BAD (Mostly like you’re FUCKED). He bite your lips and lick them hard…

You want to set yourself free, but you’re very weak against him. There is no way BACK, accept your destiny that you’re going to BE FUCKED by Beel😅🤗.

Belphie:

Veryyyyyyyyyyy FUNNY question… NOPE😥. (No wonder that no one can imagine how you’ll be fuck by him :/ I CAN’T!!)

And of coursee.... Happy Valentine's Day 💘

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rinmession · 3 months

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Hello LGTS Tumblr take this with a grain of salt because I've only played about half of Lebkuchen's route so far and will likely be proven wrong but, having expected Elise to play the dense rock to Lebkuchen's longsuffering affections, I've been surprised to find the opposite: if anything, it's been seeming to me like Lebkuchen is somehow the dense one in her and Elise's relationship. She's not ignorant to her own feelings, but she's certainly struggling to notice that Elise knows and reciprocates her feelings from the beginning-- for as perceptive as she is, she misses the forest for the trees. Propaganda below:

In their second date Leb broods over Elise someday leaving Kieferberg (and her) behind, but Elise tells her up front that her leaving is a question of whether or not Lebkuchen leaves, and she doesn't seem awfully flustered about it. If that's not enough, Elise tells her that A) they "have" something and B) if they leave-- they can '''be together''' someplace else, to which Lebkuchen's eyes light up, seemingly surprised. I accept Elise may not be the sharpest but '''be together'''' is one hell of a phrase-- Leb is worried about Elise leaving, but Elise is matter-of-fact about being willing to take Leb with her, which Leb doesn't expect!

And in a later date, in the same vein-- Lebkuchen is happy to be a tease and talk on about how she likes the way Elise is and cares about her even if she's a nuisance, which Elise knows. But Elise telling her she cares about her just as much-- again she's surprised and flustered! Elise is frustrated that Lebkuchen is willing to write off the trouble she's made for her because she cares, seemingly not taking seriously how much Elise cares too and wants to make up for being a bother. Happy with what they have and feeling stuck in her own life, does Lebkuchen not dream of things going further? Speaking of which...

Torn between her feelings and the role she's been trapped with, Lebkuchen says it's 'not as though you...' know her feelings? Can help them? Reciprocate them? In any case, Lebkuchen does a wry little smile of woe thinking that whatever it is, she's assuming Elise Does Not. Between this and her respective moments of surprise in the other two occasions, with the way she talks to Elise about her trouble feeling like she's stuck the way she is, dwells on Elise leaving without her, and is surprised to hear Elise say she cares just as much about Leb as the other way around-- (and not seen here but also: her flustering and spilling her spaghetti when Elise flirts back in non-event dialogue) it seems to me she's set in the idea Elise doesn't reciprocate, and perhaps that's why she's so willingly blind to Elise's efforts. So used to the town and herself taking what she does now for granted, she's not even considering the chance of Elise being serious about wanting more than what they are now. (Here's where I had a split-second heart-attack fearing that yes, Elise is actually that dense. But!)

Elise chews Leb out for over-working herself no matter the reason, but also throws in these two lines: now they could just be that Elise is telling Lebkuchen she can share any feelings with her, but in the context they're seeming like Elise trying to insinuate that hey! I've been trying to tell you I like you just as much! Hint hint! You could confess!

Now why would Elise, not especially known for the thoughtful, velvet-gloved approach to interpersonal relations, not say a word to the obviously pining Lebkuchen when she knows and has feelings for her too? Gentle reader, I have two theories: one, Elise is a bottom and can barely muster the strength to kiss a girl as per my experience in the Rozenmarine route, so she needs Leb to act on anything beyond flirting. Two, and more seriously, Elise is trying very hard not to inconvenience Lebkuchen despite her usual brashness. Considering the weight her role places on her, and the self-professed tension between Leb's feelings for Elise and her job as priestess she barely has the willpower for, hearing that Elise reciprocates her feelings might just cause her as much turmoil as glee. And as much as Elise hates Lebkuchen forcing herself to be the spiritual pack-mule in town and would love for her to quit, she'd hate the idea of putting Leb in such a tight spot unless she herself feels ready to come forward and give it a try. After all, she's in the same position of feeling helpless in her place in life until He offers her a guaranteed ladder to riches. So Elise waves green flags, telling Lebkuchen that they could be together outside Kieferberg (hint) and cares about her JUST AS MUCH (HINT) AND Y'KNOW YOU DON'T HAVE TO BE SCARED ABOUT FEELINGS WITH ME LEB haha (HINT)

#lgts #lebkuchen lgts #elise lgts #i should have finished her route before writing this but i've been brainrotting hard #as ever pleading mercy #i felt guilt every second of rozenmarine's route because i felt like elise and lebkuchen already had a thing and i was making elise cheat #little goody two shoes

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thinking about how aki has never heard anyone tell him they love him, not since his family did. not since they passed away. it's been thirteen years, thirteen years since he's heard anyone say those words. no-one has ever confessed their love to him, no-one has ever told him, love you, be safe as he's walking out the door.

aki has accepted it. honestly, he's forgotten how I love you even sounds like. he assumed it was something he'd never hear. it's alright. it's not like he deserves it, anyways.

that was, until you showed up. that was until you came into his life, all soft touches and gentle words, with feelings strong enough to shake him, deep enough to drown him, soft enough to kill him. and when, on one of those dark, quiet nights, the kind meant to be spent beside one another, you whisper to him, I love you, I'm in love with you, aki — everything comes crashing down, and he doesn't even know what to do with himself.

he's not sure, should he say it back? he should, shouldn't he, but the problem is he doesn't know if he can. he should tell you he loves you, too, but he doesn't know how to say it, he's never learned. hell, he doesn't even know what love is. what it means, what it feels like, how it manifests itself. how was he supposed to know? there's something that he feels for you, something deeprooted, something he can feel under his skin, in his veins. but it's all inside, so how is he supposed to know what it is, or how to express it?

aki tries to speak, but his lips tremble, the words won't come out, nothing will form. everything is stuck in his throat, even though he doesn't even know what he wants to say in the first place. come on, you fucking idiot. shouldn't you be happy right now? you're so selfish, just say something. it's not that hard, so why can't you do it? what's wrong with you?

should he laugh, should he cry? should he start laughing because this is awkward, this is so stupid, so dumb — you've just told him you loved him, and he can't even say anything back. or should he cry, because this is just so, so stupid. how could he just sit here, how could he be unable to muster up anything? nothing at all, he can't say a damn thing. he's such an asshole, such a stupid, undeserving piece of shit, and you love him. why him?

why, of all people, him? why would you fall in love with someone who's going to die in two years, who has no idea how to love, who doesn't even know how to say three stupid little words? you can't be in love with him, you can't. it's too late for this, it's too late for him to hear someone say, I love you. he was supposed to die without ever hearing it, he was supposed to be torn apart by some fucking devil before someone ever... before you ever...

"aki?"

your voice stirs aki from his thoughts. aki meets your gaze, only to find that you're staring at him with worry, but with some sort of look in your eyes like it's okay. you understand.

aki still can't say anything, so he does the only thing he can think to do. he wraps his arms around you, tugging you in, holding you close to himself. his whole body shakes. his hands grab tight fistfuls of the back of your shirt.

he buries his head in your shoulder to muffle his weak sobs, his quiet whispers of, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. and then, he's speaking through the tears; acting selfishly, again, but he needs to make sure it was real, he needs this: please, say it again. just say it one more time. please.

and when you do, when you hold him close and rock him back and forth gently, pathetically, and say, I love you, aki hayakawa, I love you, I love you, I love you — aki feels his heart break, and break, and break.

thirteen years. it's been thirteen, long years. thirteen years, and he's finally home.

aki hopes this is good enough. he hopes you'll wait for him. he'll figure out how to say it. he'll spend the last few years he has left learning how to love you. he hopes that his embrace will be able to convey what he can't, until someday, he'll be able to tell you himself.

#yeah.#this came straight from my guts #aki <3 #aki hayakawa x reader #aki x reader

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STICK SEASON: WE'LL ALL BE HERE FOREVER.

taken from the 2023 album by noah kahan. trigger warnings for mental illness, trauma, medication, references to suicide, and the exquisite agony of life in rural new england. feel free to change wording and pronouns and provide context as necessary. do not add to this list.

northern attitude.

how you been?

you settled down?

you feelin’ right?

you feelin’ proud?

you settle in to routine.

what does it mean?

i’m not how you hoped.

you’re gettin’ lost.

scared to live, scared to die.

you’re feelin’ lost.

stick season.

you must’ve had yourself a change of heart.

now i am stuck between my anger and the blame that i can’t face.

it’s half my fault, but i just like to play the victim.

i’ll dream each night of some version of you that i might not have but i did not lose.

i thought that if i piled something good on all my bad i could cancel out the darkness i inherited from dad.

i miss the way you laugh.

you once called me forever now you still can’t call me back.

that’ll have to do.

my other half was you.

i hope this pain’s just passin’ through, but i doubt it.

all my love.

how have things been?

well, love, now that you mention it.

i’m sayin’ too much, but you know how it gets out here.

now i know your name, but not who you are.

it’s all okay, there ain’t a drop of bad blood.

you got all my love.

if you need me, dear, i’m the same as i was.

what i’d give to have you out of me.

i still recall how the leather in your car feels.

and at the end of it all, i just hope that your scars heal.

i swear i was scared to death.

i smiled stupid the whole way home.

you said, ‘i’ll never let you go.’

she calls me back.

there was heaven in your eyes.

everything’s alright.

look at me and don’t you lie.

don’t you hold your head up high.

for bullshit, i do not have time.

do you lie awake restless?

why am i so obsessive?

this town’s the same as you left it.

the radio is taunting me.

i don’t get much sleep most nights.

i’m seeing you in every dream.

if only i could fall asleep.

i’ll love you when the oceans dry.

i was too afraid of living life in your footsteps.

come over.

it was there when we got here, will be there when we leave.

you won’t have to guess who they’re speakin’ about.

i’m in the process of clearin’ out cobwebs.

i was takin’ the wrong meds; feels good to be sad.

my house is just barely big enough for my family.

my mouth was designed for my foot to fit in it.

i promise you, darlin’.

you won’t ever go back.

i know that it ain’t much.

i know that it ain’t cool.

you don’t have to tell the other kids at school.

someday i’m gonna be somebody people want.

new perspective.

makin’ me nostalgic.

we were kids; but that don’t make this less hard.

if i could fly i doubt i’d even do it.

i’d probably get high and crash or somethin’ stupid.

gave me your word.

i can’t pronounce it.

no thing so sure that i can’t learn to doubt it.

everywhere, everything.

would we survive in a horror movie?

we trust everyone we meet.

we’re littered with scars from our preteens.

i wanna love you ‘til we’re food for the worms to eat.

‘til our fingers decompose, keep my hand in yours.

i know every route in this county.

maybe that ain’t such a bad thing.

i’ll tell you where not to speed.

it’s been a long year.

orange juice.

honey, come over.

it’s yours if you want it.

we’re just glad you could visit.

feels like i’ve been ready for you to come home for so long.

i didn’t think to ask you where you’d gone.

why’d you go?

my heart has changed and my soul has changed.

you just asked me to hold you.

it made you a stranger and it filled you with anger.

my life has changed.

the world has changed.

don’t you find it strange that you just went ahead and carried on?

are we all just pullin’ you down?

strawberry wine.

darling, speak to me.

don’t you say a word.

you thought you were cursed?

i’m in love with every song you’ve ever heard.

if i could lose you, i would.

all the time we used to have.

the things i miss but know are never coming back.

no thing defines a man like love that makes him soft.

growing sideways.

finally found some middle ground.

i said, ‘i’m cured.’

i divvied up my anger into thirty separate parts.

i’m still angry at my parents for what their parents did to them.

it’s a start.

but i ignore things and i move sideways ‘til i forget what i felt in the first place.

i know there are worse ways to stay alive.

everyone’s growing and everyone’s healthy.

if my engine works perfect on empty, i guess i’ll drive.

i forgot my medication, fell into a manic high.

now i’m sufferin’ in style.

why is pain so damn impatient? ain’t like it’s got a place to be.

if all my time was wasted, i don’t mind.

i’ll watch it go.

it’s better to die numb than feel it all.

halloween.

the dawn isn’t here, the sun hasn’t rose.

they got money to make and children back home.

i worry for you, you worry for me.

the bridges have long since been burnt.

i’m leavin’ this town and i’m changin’ my address.

i know that you’ll come if you want.

i’m losin’ myself.

i’m seein’ my life on a screen.

i know that you fear that i’m wicked and weary.

i know that you’re fearin’ the end.

i only tell the truth when i’m sure that i’m lyin’.

homesick.

are you bored yet?

the weather ain’t been bad if you’re into masochistic bullshit.

this place is such great motivation for anyone tryna move the fuck away from hibernation.

time moves so damn slow i swear i feel my organs failing.

i stopped caring ‘bout a month ago, since then it’s been smooth sailing.

i would leave if only i could find a reason.

i got dreams, but i cant make myself believe them.

i’ll spend the rest of my life with what could have been.

i will die in the house that i grew up in.

i’m homesick.

still.

i don’t wanna say goodbye.

it only falls into place when you’re fallin’ to pieces.

you miss something that you can’t place but you can’t deny it.

you can’t stay here.

it’s hard to face and it feels too ugly.

it’s like i’m still here with you.

can i fix what is broken?

the view between villages (extended).

for a minute, the world seems so simple.

i am not scared of death.

i’ve got dreams again.

there is meanin’ on earth.

i feel so far from it.

it’s all washin’ over me.

i’m angry again.

the things that i lost here, the people i knew.

they got me surrounded for a mile or two.

i found a town big enough for anything i want.

i’m not a city girl, by any means.

it still has a lot of meaning to me.

i grew up there.

your needs, my needs.

you ain’t gotta tell me what it means.

i promise to be there this time. alright?

you were a work of art.

that’s the hardest part.

i’m naming the stars in the sky after you.

dial drunk.

i promised to forget you.

i ain’t takin’ any fault.

am i half the man i used to be? i doubt it.

forget about it, whatever.

it’s all the same anyways.

i ain’t proud of all the punches that i’ve thrown.

for the shame of being young, drunk, and alone.

i gave your name as my emergency phone call.

i’d die for you.

from charmin’ to alarmin’ in seconds.

i’ll let the pain metastasize.

i beg you, sir, just let me call.

let’s wait, i swear she’ll call me back.

son, are you a danger to yourself?

fuck that, sir.

son, why do you do this to yourself?

paul revere.

this place had a heartbeat in its day.

nothin’ was the same.

it just ain’t that simple, it never was.

one day i’m gonna cut it clear.

i’m not from around here.

i’ll leave before the road crew’s out.

i’ll turn up the music and i’ll forget.

i’m not ready to let go yet.

i’ll just pretend i didn’t hear.

it’s typical, i fear.

folks just disappear.

if i could leave, i would’ve already left.

no complaints.

i thought i had something and that’s the same as having something.

i get mad at nothing.

i pull no punches, then feel bad for months.

thought i was raised better, tried to fake better.

now the weight of the world ain’t so bad.

i saw the end, it looks just like the middle.

i filled the hole in my head with prescription medication.

who am i to complain?

now the pain’s different. It still exists, it just escapes different.

yes, i’m young and living dreams.

i’m in love with being noticed and afraid of being seen.

call your mom.

oh, you’re spiralin’ again.

don’t you cancel any plans.

stayed on the line with you the entire night ‘til you let it out and let it in.

don’t let this darkness fool you.

i’ll drive all night.

i’ll call your mom.

oh, dear, don’t be discouraged.

i’ve been exactly where you are.

if you could see yourself like this.

you’dve never tried it.

stayed on the line with you the entire night ‘til you told me that you had to go.

throw a punch, fall in love, give yourself a reason.

don’t wanna drive another mile wonderin’ if you’re breathin’.

won’t you stay with me?

you’re gonna go far.

this is good land, or at least it was.

it takes a strong hand and a sound mind.

it makes me smile to know when things get hard, you’ll be far from here.

pack up your car.

put a hand to your heart.

say whatever you feel.

be wherever you are.

we ain’t angry at you, love.

you’re the greatest thing we’ve lost.

the birds will still sing.

we’ll be waiting for you, love.

we’ll all be here forever.

we spent so long just getting by.

that’s the thing about survival; who the hell likes livin’ just to die?

you told me you would make a difference.

it won’t be by your own volition if you step foot outside this town.

it’s all we’ve had for always.

you’re gonna go far.

if you wanna go far, then you gotta go far.

forever.

let’s drive for no reason.

you look fine in the evening.

honey, it’s starting to storm.

used to wish i meant anything to anywhere, to anyone.

i’m glad i get forever to see where you end.

i won’t be alone for the rest of my life.

i’ll meet a girl in the heat of july.

i’ll tell her so she knows.

i’m broke, but i’m real rich in my head.

when i hold her close, i might loosen my grip, but i won’t ever let her go.

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bots-and-cons · 6 months

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Tfp Predaking with a human S/O who is depressed (gender and character traits don't matter they are just depressed) i would like comfort and the S/O had depression for awhile due to abuse they faced in the past and today they had a very bad day which triggers feeling of hopelessness and overwhelming sadness in them and know i want to see how would Predaking comfort his S/O in that state i hope that this is ok this time let me know if i did something wrong

A/N: As usual, I ended up venting my own current frustrations with this, since this is depression themed and I’m kinda drifting back into that currently. And as a request, this is just fine, there’s enough information and it’s not too detailed. Also just a side note, if you use a default icon, people will think you're a bot and block you

It’s not like you hadn’t noticed you were spiraling. Everything about your past, all your trauma, it was like it was all spinning into a ball inside your head, and now it was swinging around your head like a wrecking ball. You felt like you couldn’t keep your thoughts together at all. It was like they just kept scattering around.

You were just laying around at home, wondering if you should reach out to Predaking. He was the only one who could make you feel even a little bit better. Of course you would have to go to him, since he couldn’t exactly just land in the middle of town. You decided to call Knockout to come pick you up so you could go to the Nemesis.

When you got there, you started looking for Predaking. It didn’t take long, since he was at his usual spot, just inside the doors to the deck of the Nemesis. He seemed to be recharging, so you had to wake him up to gain his attention.

“Who dares to-” he started as you stirred him from his slumber.

“Hi” you greeted with a small wave.

“Oh, hello my love” his expression softened immediately as he noticed you.

“Do you think we could talk? I kinda want to vent to someone” you asked, rubbing the back of your neck awkwardly.

“Of course, is there something that’s upsetting you?”

“Life in general I guess” you joked halfheartedly. “And I’m just having a particularly bad trauma day today”

“That does not sound pleasant” Predaking noted.

“It’s not. It just makes me feel so hopeless and shitty, because sometimes I feel like I should be over these things already, but I’m not. I also feel like there’s this deep sadness in me, that I just can’t get rid off. I can’t organize my thoughts either, so it’s hard to make sense of any of this” you ranted as you paced back and forth in front of him.

“My love, come here” Predaking requested, offering you his hand.

You stepped onto it and he raised you to his shoulder, where you sat down and started fiddling with your thumbs.

“So, would you like advice or do you want me to just listen?” Predaking asked.

“I guess I just want you to listen. I don’t know if you can even give me advice I wouldn’t have heard before” you sighed.

“Then I shall listen, so speak your mind”

“Depression is one hell of a thing to be honest. Like, I get why I have it. With the amount of shit I’ve been through, it would be a miracle if i wasn’t depressed. All the abuse and crap I’ve endured, and I feel like it’s all just led to more suffering. Isn’t there supposed to be some sort of balance? With all the bad I’ve gone through, shouldn’t there be some good coming my way too?” you rambled.

“I don’t think it works that way, my love” Predaking looked at you sadly.

He didn’t really understand your suffering, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t support you and help you through it. He was still very new to life, and he sometimes felt like he was naive when it came to you. He always wanted the best for you. He wanted to give you everything you desired, and even though he knew that wasn’t realistic he still couldn’t help but hope. Hope that someday you could find some sort of peace in your life.

“It should though. Good deeds should get rewarded and bad deeds should be punished. No one should have to suffer constantly. I don’t know how many “It’ll be better tomorrow”s I have in me anymore” you shook your head.

“I might not understand all that you are going through, but just know that I am here for you, always” Predaking said with a serious look in his optics.

You stood up on his shoulder and pressed a kiss on the side of his helm.

“Thank you” you smiled tiredly, leaning your head against the side of Predaking’s helm like a cat would do to a human.

“I will be here, whatever you need” he said softly.

#transformers #tfp #transformers prime #decepticons #predaking #tfp scenarios #transformers angst #transformers fluff #comfort #reader insert #tfp x reader

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codfanficedits · 6 months

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One fucking mistake - Part five

Pairing: Simon 'Ghost' Riley x fem!Reader.

Summary: Simon lost you after making a mistake on a mission.

Wordcount: 1025 | Rating: E (18+ only!)

Warnings: cussing, swearing, grieving, angst with no comfort, conversation, blaming, funeral, therapist.

A/N: Part four!

Part 1 ~ Part 2 ~ Part 3 ~ Part 4 ~ AO3 Link

It is the worst day of Simon’s life. The flowers, the suit he is wearing, the people surrounding them. He had dreamed of the day this would happen, but you wouldn’t be gone, you’d be getting ready to marry him, and by God, every time he thinks his heart is ripped out of his chest, the claws of life dig deeper and rip out the remaining pieces of his love. And he catches himself looking for you, even though he knows you won’t arrive.

But his love for you is still inside of him, and he carries you wherever he goes.

Simon knows he has to speak, his final act of love towards you. You deserve it, even though your body is not here, you deserve to get a proper burial. But it’s hard, too hard. The worst part of that love is that he remembers it, walking around everyday thinking that he is going to die in the universe that you loved him in.

He clears his throat, heads snapping into his direction as he tries to brace himself. It’s easier to treat this as a mission. Saying what he needs to say, keep his voice from breaking and getting out.

His eyes shift to the empty casket on the left, and without his permission his vision starts to get blurry and his goddamn heart starts to ache again. God, God, God. How he wished the two of you could’ve met as kids, because he knew you would’ve loved the softer version of him.

Simon looks down at the paper before him, the little speech he wrote to honour you, but he can’t read it through his tears, so he has to speak the words from his heart.

“Since you happened, I’ve never been the same.” Off to a great start.

“I don’t know what’s more tragic, that I keep looking for you wherever I go. Or that you’re never there, and I promise you, someday, somewhere, we’ll be together again.” Fuck, he can’t keep his voice from breaking.

“Whiskey was easier to swallow than the fact that you aren’t coming back.” He is becoming a mess, for all to see. His feelings on display as if it were in a museum. “I’ve learned that I can drink too much and forget the night before. But I’ve learned I can’t drink enough to forget the people I’ve loved and lost.”

A sob interrupts his speech.

“I don’t know what to say to you, except that it tore the heart out of my body saying goodbye to you.”

He has to get out, he needs to breathe fresh air, he wants the grief in him to be replaced by the scent of fresh flowers and sunshine. Who knew losing his lover could turn a hardened soldier into a sobbing mess?

Someone hugs him, but he is too far gone to even register it. Those same arms, same hands guide him to his seat, and his mind is empty when he listens to the rest of the wake.

And now he is sitting in a comfortable chair, a therapist in front of him. Simon still doesn’t know why he accepted it. After all, he still believes that he should suffer from what he has done to you. If you didn’t deserve to live, why would he?

He filters out her voice as he concentrates to the ticking noise of the clock. These appointments feel like a waste of his time. But so does rotting in bed, so he keeps telling himself you would’ve wanted this for him, for him to seek the help he doesn’t feel he deserves.

71 days. The last time he saw you was 71 days. And for those 71 days he feels like an empty shell of an human. And the worst part? Your shirts no longer smell like you, he had to throw out your leftovers, the mold covering the food you had prepared, but he had tried to cling on to it for as long as he could.

71 days, and your voice is a mere memory, it sounds different on the video’s he has from you, and he is ashamed that he can’t remember the real sound anymore.

What would you think of him? God he hopes you can’t see him from the afterlife like this, a goddamn mess, the last time he took a shower must’ve been a week ago, and if he doesn’t go to his therapy session, all he does is, well, nothing. The time he has on this earth is waisted by staring at the wall, hours on end. Just staring, and when his mind is done beating him up for making the mistake of asking you to go on that mission with him, it’s just turned off.

A waste of space, a waste of oxygen, a waste of everything. A pathetic excuse of a human being.

“Simon.” The voice of his therapist snaps him out of it. “Are you okay? I’ve been talking to you for minutes.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah.” He grumbles.

She doesn’t believe him, he can feel it, and he can’t blame her, after all, most sessions are filled with an awkward silence, he doesn’t want to talk, and she learned that asking her questions gets her nowhere.

His mind wanders to your funeral again, how the empty casket is haunting him, how the nightmares about you being cold, dead and alone are haunting him, how even when he sleeps, he finds no peace from his mistake.

He can hear his therapist sigh, her long nails tapping on the clipboard, and it’s fucking annoying. He wants to tell her about the flashbacks, how he keeps relieving the mission, how he keeps replaying the last minute with you, he wants to, but he can’t. It is his secret, his punishment.

His therapist clears her throat. “Well, our time is up. Is there anything you’d like to discuss before we call it quits?”

“No.”

“Alright, see you again next week then, same time.”

With a scoff he gets up from the chair, ready to go home to embrace the darkness of his bed again.

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mediocrevideopodcast · 1 year

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My Cosmos is Mine

Request: Hello! Are you still doing ROTTMNT requests? If you are can you please do jealous headcanons for the turtles or mud dogs? Or both? I really like your style and stories btw ♡

A/N: My god, I finally watched the movie after a year of it being out. I blame college & work. We do a little trolling ♡ Turtles in this one!

Includes: Raphael, Leonardo, Donatello, Michelangelo

Leonardo

7/10 at worst, 2/10 at best.

Leo is… complicated. He’s not possessive by any means, and he trusts you a lot! But he lives to be in the spotlight (ESPECIALLY when it comes to you). So when your attention is taken away from him, he gets a bit huffy. Like come on babe, they can’t be that funny.

But usually, that’s as far as it goes. He’ll usually just come up and throw an arm around your shoulders, make a few goofy, Leo-esque quips here and there. He’s a pretty friendly guy, and he’s honestly more likely to make friends with the other person… so long as they’re not crossing any boundaries.

But when someone’s actively hitting on you? That’s when he gets jealous. He doesn’t like to talk about it often, but he’s really insecure. I mean, that’s why he acts the way he does all the time: He doesn’t want to be forgotten, doesn’t want to be seen as useless, or incompetent. There’s a quiet part of him that thinks you deserve better, and that it's only a matter of time before you realize it. That voice gets damn-near deafening in moments like these. (Nevermind the whole mutant thing. What he wouldn’t give to take you out to your favorite restaurant top-side, or bask in the sunshine with you, or meet your friends-)

So yeah, people hitting on you freaks him the hell out. He tries not to show it, so instead he kicks up the PDA to 11.

Arm around the shoulders, obnoxious kisses to the cheek, etc. He tries to play it off nonchalantly, while still showing off that hey, you’re spoken for.

“Hey baby, been looking for you everywhere. So, what’re we talking about?”

Please kiss him later and talk it out. He trusts you so much, but he’s terrified that someday he’s not going to be enough anymore. A little bit of reassurance goes a long way though, and he’ll be back to his goofy self almost immediately afterwards.

(Jealousy with his brothers is different, but only by a little bit. That’s when he decides to show off his physical prowess and such, and dials the PDA up to a casual 14. The PDA dial is broken off the damn station, with him. He doesn’t hold any hard feelings over this regardless, he just likes to show off that you’re his. Dork.)

Raphael

3/10

Raphael is big on communication, and he trusts you immeasurably. It’s honestly really hard to make him jealous! I mean, you’re the greatest person he’s ever met — it’s only natural that other people wanna be around you too, you know?

Although, it doesn’t help that he doesn’t always pick up on when people are actually hitting on you. He wants to believe in the best in people, and sometimes he doesn’t pick up on when people are being just a little too friendly.

But if someone points it out, or if you seem uncomfortable? Raph has entered Protective Boyfriend Mode.

If someone is making you uncomfortable… he knows he’s big, and he’s not above squaring his shoulders back a bit in a silent, knock-it-the-fuck-off threat. If they keep pushing boundaries, he’s not afraid to make a scene.

Now if they’re just flirting? There’s a very quiet voice of insecurity in the back of his mind (Raph hates being alone, after all), but he pushes it down in order to hang out near you, and hold your hand. He trusts you to shut down the advances yourself, but if you don’t feel comfortable with speaking up, he’s pretty okay at finding an exit for the situation.

By which I mean, stumbling over his words, screaming, or hustling out of there. Sometimes all at once.

He’s not very subtle, unfortunately.

Any insecurities he’s got can be soothed over with a bit of love and communication, but in all honesty, it’s rarely ever a problem for you two.

(Jealousy with his brothers is different. Again, it’s a rare occurrence, but when it happens he gets very whiny. The couch, and your ribcage, have been crushed by a whining snapping turtle. RIP.)

Donatello

8/10

Jealousy central. He would rather die than admit it, but he is the most insecure member of the family. He’s confident, sure, but that can come crashing down at the drop of a hat. He craves praise, and he always feels like he has to earn his keep, in a sense. If he isn’t the best, then he’s nothing. You’re one of the few people that indulge him in his interests fully, and see him as he is. And he can never express just how much he values that!

When someone else captures your attention, he’s pretty blaise about it. He’s confident, maybe to the point of not really caring about said person. Like okay, they’re kind of bland, but whatever. Nowhere near as cool as him, uh huh. Good on you for taking the time out of your day to entertain the masses, my love. The peons need to keep up hope, I suppose.

But when someone’s actually flirting with you? Oh, oh boy.

He’s not big on PDA. He just isn’t. But he’ll make an exception, loosely intertwining your fingers with his. It isn’t much to outsiders, but it's huge for him.

Usually, it ends there. But if it doesn’t?

He gets pouty, and passive aggressive. Not necessarily towards you, but sometimes that bleeds through a bit without him realizing it. Loudly typing on his phone until the other person gets the hint, rolling his eyes, the verbal scoff, etc.

If he’s really jealous, he’s not above removing the two of you from the situation entirely. Something about a project that really needs to be finished — the fate of New York depends on it!

He’s still a bit pouty when you get home, but he’ll deny any feelings of jealousy vehemently. Kiss along his shoulders, offer to play his guilty-pleasure game with him, and dedicate the night to him. When it gets late in the night, and the two of you are wrapped up in each other, he might confide in you that he’s just afraid that someday you’ll realize you don’t need him anymore. In hushed whispers, he’ll bear his heart to you. Listen to him, give him all the praise he’s been deprived of his whole life, and tell him that you love him.

He won’t mention it in the morning, but make no mistake — he’ll carry that memory with him until the sun burns out.

(Jealousy with his brothers is a completely different story. He is so above them in his mind that its hardly even worth the energy, but he’s not above a little showboating. Oh, who is he kidding? He loves showing off. And he’ll take any excuse to hit Leo over the head with his staff.)

Michelangelo

1/10

Michelangelo, despite the occasional homicidal tendencies, is a very social guy. He really only gets jealous if you’re laughing with someone else — not because you’re not allowed to, but because he likes being the one to make you laugh.

He doesn’t take it too personally, though. Hell, 9 times out of 10 he ends up making friends with the other person!

On the rare occasion he actually starts feeling some genuine jealousy, it’s all smoothed over by communication later on. He might get a bit pouty in the moment, but once its all over, he’s got a powerpoint presentation loaded on how it made him feel, why he felt that way, etc. Communication is everything, baby.

(Jealousy with his brothers, though? He turns into a total brat. Flopping at your feet, whining, etc. There’s very little genuine emotion in it though, he just does it to get a laugh out of you.)

#rottmnt x reader #rottmnt Donatello x reader #rottmnt leonardo x reader #rottmnt michelangelo x reader #rottmnt raphael x reader #rottmnt imagines #don't question my spacetime!!! my cosmos is mine!!!! literally such a donatello song #oh christ i havent tagged things in forever #donatello hamato x reader #leonardo hamato x reader #tmnt x reader #raphael hamato x reader #michelangelo hamato x reader #tmnt donatello x reader #you know what i give up thats it. how in gods name did i utilize every tag ever back then. yall should have killed me for that fr

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cishet men just want their wives/gf to baby them like their mother and don't actually care abt their wife/gf in the slightest in this essay i will—

its just so baffling to me. like i get it from a social perspective that its misogyny and why it happens. men are man and society and patriarchy is like that . like I Get It. im not ignorant of that obviously lmao

im speaking on just like. like from that view point.

idk i guess... as someone who takes the masculine role (?) in relationships its just. does not make sense. like what are you deriving your masculinity from if you arent thinking about making her life better lsdksdksjd. what merit do you have to call yourself a 'man' other than just having a penis in that instance

on top of all of that - you have a wife. how is it not base instinct for them to want to do everything in the world for her. like thats a woman who loves you. you've been gifted the greatest thing you'll ever recieve how is it not natural to want to take care of your needs. it feels like they're just really stupid in a way i have a hard time articulating thats literally your wife.

my whole life in many ways is just thinking about how i can uphold and create a good future for my partner and kids and maybe retire my partner someday early. but thats not me trying particularly hard or feeling proud of it like its what im meant to do. thats what i would do in any case/

i know why they do it but i cant actually understand it from someone in a similar position if that makes sense like bro you are fumbling something serious rn im embarrassed watching you

#return to sender

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All By Myself pt.2

pairing: dom!Letitia x independent!reader

warnings: its nothing but smut, bffr😭

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In hushed tones as you rush out of the club together, you and Tish decide to go back to her place. She makes sure to take extra care opening your door and making sure you're settled before pulling off. The car ride is tenuous yet silent as both of your minds prepare for what the night will offer. Tish uses only one hand to control steer the ng wheel. The other is placed lazily on your thigh. “ so, i have a question," she begins, " what do you do love?' immediately, Your award winning smile plasters itself across your face. You didn't like to brag, sure, but if someone asked about your accomplishments you didn't feel the need to become shy. "I work for a fortune five hundred in marketing,” you state. This only catches Tish slightly off guard. She knew you weren’t regualr, she could feel it, but the mental picture of you in a two piece suit telling others to get their shit together added gasoline to the fire that was growing in her core. She kept her face cool as she navigated the streets to her home, all the while fantasizing about the woman sitting next to her. She absentmindedly gripped the flesh beneath her palm as her bottom lip found its way between her teeth.

“Is it hard?”

“No, after handing out tasks for so long you get used to running the ship. By now, I expect people to meet my expectations, and they do, otherwise they’ll have to hear me tear a hole in their ass in front of everybody.” you finish with a light chuckle. You weren’t trying to be a bitch, but time is money and the more thats wasted, the smaller your checks. You weren’t letting anyone stop your bag, not now, or ever. “So you run the show.” Tish cracks an amused smile and you couldn’t tell what was funny, but deep down, you knew youd find out.

After ten minutes more of absent minded chatter and questions, your attentiion moved to the home in front of you. Gated, three story, historical with a touch of modern technology it was beautiful. You only longed to have a home as beautiful someday but for now your penthouse bachelor pad would suffice. Tish is quick to come around the side of your door and open it, grabbing your hand so you can step out. And you do, following her to the entrance and letting your curiosity lead the way. The smart lights immediately turn on and dim, allowing you to get a clear look at the place. It’s even more beautiful on the inside, so you politely remove your heels and set them aside.

“You have a beautiful home.” you sputter out, still amazed.

“Thank you. It is a space where I can be who I am, so I care for it well.”

She takes your hand after locking up and leads you into the kitchen. “Would you like a glass of wine, or is tequila still your drink of choice?” she smiles mischievously. You mock the smart assedness she has on display before taking the wine bottle she’s pulled out of the cabinet and pouring yourself a healthy glass of champagne. Tish isn’t amused, in fact she’s noted now that this is the second time you’ve shown your blatant independence and inability to not take lead. Still, she says nothing as she pours herself a glass of champagne, no doubt thinking of the ways you’ll have to apologize later on.

The both of you sit at the kitchen island sipping your glasses and making small talk. Only then does it dawn on you that you’ve still yet to understand why her name sounds so familiar. The effects of the champage are slowly starting to cloud your thoughts, and you notice that it’s getting a bit warm. Tish must feel the same, because before you can speak up she’s unbuttoning her shirt and hanging it on the back of her chair. You watch as her toned arms flex with every move, and as she turns to look at you her abdomen follows suit. Her body is warm and you can tell from the mist covering her stomach that glistens in the light. She takes notice of your attention and smirks.

“My eyes are up here sweetheart.”

Tish’s hand comes up to grab your chin, making you hold eye contact with her. The glaze covering your lower lips is more than just a small puddle, and you make a mental note to thank god you decided against panties. The sexual tension between you two is heavy, and when you decide the anticipation of getting your quick nut is too much, you lean up and attempt to press your lips against hers. Tish is quicker though, and her hand wraps itself around your throat before you can get what you want.

“Careful, Y/N..you may come across to eager if you rush.” she speaks. Your eyebrows furrow in confusion, this isnt what you expected. You have no choice but to hold eye contact with her now. And you can fully see that you may have bitten off more than you could chew with this one. Her head lowers itself to your neck and you begin to feel the trail of wet kisses she’s leaving. Your back arches into her body, silently begging for her to touch you in anyway. You didn’t come here to play games, you came for satisfaction and youd leave here with it.

“You are such a beautiful woman,” she mutters under her breath while she continues her attack on your skin. You’re breathless, gasping everytime her tongue and teeth are satisfied marking in one spot and move to the next. Her other hand is sliding its way up the inside of your thigh, tempting your pussy with its distance.

“Then fuck me..” you bite out.

“Oh I intend to do just…that..” she’s pressed your back against the island and you feel her thumb find your clit between the folds of your soaking slit. A moan slips out as your legs open wider, your body doing the begging your mouth refuses to. Your eyes flutter closed as she massages circles into your clit.

“Shit..” you whisper under your breath. “See how easy it is…to get what you want…when you’re patient..?” She breathes through kisses.

Her face moves to hover over yours and you can barely respond through the moans choking themselves out of you. Your core is on fire as she works the nucleus of your being with just a thumb.

“Hughh…hughh…Tish…” you call to her. You can feel the beginnings of your stomach coiling, and your body is rocking against the stool you sit in, it’s not enough. The sensation is amazing, but you need more. And you move to coax her fingers inside of you, but suddenly the sensations are gone.

Tish watches, satisfied, as you pant and attempt to pull yourself back together. You can only breathe as you watch her stick her wet thumb, coated in your slick, into her mouth and suck. She turns on her heel heading to her bedroom, leaving you with the option to follow or go home.

You dont.

Instead you slide down from the chair on jellied legs, and follow. When you finally stumble on her bedroom, she’s standing in the shadows. You approach her, sliding your hands up her torso and around her neck. Tish smirks, using the closeness to pull your dress from your shoulders, kissing and biting where the fabric leaves. She takes her time letting her hands feel out your curves as she lowers herself, taking your dress with her. Once the fabric has pooled at your feet, she takes your body in all its glory. Sliding her eyes up your legs, over your hips and standing as they find your breasts. Her hands find your waist, ushering you towards her mattress until the back of tour knees find the plush of her blankets. One hand slides its way up your back and into your hair, grabbing a handful and pulling your head back. The heat in the room is stifling, but her gaze is warmer. She uses her body to press your entire body into her covers and finally your lips meet again. This time, she wastes no time exploring your mouth with her tongue.

She’s nestled herself between your thighs as your hands roam her torso, and the moment you reach for the button on her pants time stops. She’s snatched your hands and pressed them against the blankets above your head. Your dazed as she breaks the kiss to lean into your ear again,

“you will do as I say princess. no more..” she takes a beat to add pressure to the way your hands are held, “..no less..”

It only dawns on you now that this was not what you were used to. Where you had been used to controlling the situation, the tempo, barking orders and having things done your way, Letitia was determined to take lead. Now you more eager than ever. The slick between your legs had mutliplied, and you could feel the wetspot you’d created and were made to lay in. This was your doing, you had fucked around, and now you were about to find out just how good Tish followed through on her word. And part of you was excited, wanting her to fuck you more now than ever.

Your thoughts were interrupted by a hand finding its way back to your drenched pussy. “So this is what gets you hot, huh Y/N?” Tish taunted. “You need someone to show you when to fall back?” sne slides one perfect middle finger into your cunt, pumping your walls slowly. It was almost torture, knowing how quickly you wanted to cum and that you couldn’t because she refused to pick up the pace. It frustrated you to no end, but turned you on even more. “There’s only one way this ends, princess…” and as she speaks you feel a second finger enter. Your back arches as moans begin to climb their way out of your throat again. “you will crumble for me.” she states smugly, and her pace picks up. Its consistent, and you know she’s fucked countless others like this, but right now, its you.

“Yes Tish…yes, hughhh…” you moan out. Her fingers curl inside of you, searching for the spot thatll make stars explode behind your eyes. Tish is concentrated, her eyes drunking in the way your chest heaves when you like the way something feels..how you call her name as if youve had 8 cups of liquor, drunken and blissful. She didn’t need the ego boost, but watching this straightforward business woman succumb to the pleasure she gave was addictive. Her own drug and she was finding that she needed more…so she took more. Adding in a third finger she punped quicker, digging for your button. The sensation was intense, drowning you with every wave of pleasure that struck. So when the pleasure increased you took to yelling your praisies.

“FUck! Shit! Yes! Letitiaaaa!” you wailed. Soon your knees had raised and your body began to jerk. She had found it, the spot that would make you crumble. And you did. While she hammered into your sweet spot with her fingers, you let loose the release youve been needing for months. “Mmmfuck baby I’m cumming!! Hughhh shiiiiitt” you screamed through gasps. Letitia continued to work your cunt, only slowing to let you ride out your first orgasm. “Thats a good girl..god you look so beautiful when you fall apart for me..” she smiled nonchalantly.

After you had calmed down and began to catch your breath, you opened your eyes, searching for the devil that had taken your breath that easily. She, however, already had her eyes on you, cleaning your cum from her fingers. Those intense chocolate orbs had you captivated again. You dont remember the last time youve felt this vulnerable during sex before, but you missed it. “I…,” you began, “that was…ha..” you attempted to speak as she finished and began to stroke your legs slowly, massaging any tense feelings left from your orgasm. “Shut. Up.” she spoke. And there was no room for discussion, because she had grabbed your ankles and dragged you to the edge of the bed.

Before you could adjust, her head dipped between your thighs and you couldnt escape the moan you let out as her mouth found your cunt. There was no space to speak as she quickly began to slide her tongue back and forth along your clit. The motion caused you to jerk, your clit still sensitive. And without much recovery time, there was nothing you could do but take the pleasure. Your hands snapped to the curls set atop her head as you moaned out. At the the moment it was less about the tongue you could feel touching the sensitive parts of your body, and more about the view of the beautiful woman helping herself to your leaking pussy.

“Oh my godddd…fuck!” you yelled out. Her hands gripped your thighs, giving you no room to run from the lashing she gave your cunt. Watching became impossible, and you only had the sensation of her tongue sliding into you hole, digging the leftover orgasm from your insides. It was ruthless the way she ate like her life depended on it. And as her willing victim, you enjoyed every moment, egging her on.

“Pleaseeee!” “Right there!” “Shiiiiit its…its so good!!”

You had never been one for swearing, but the intensity of the orgasm building was moving at the speed of light. Soon you felt the familiar sensation in the bottom of your stomach, and you did the only thing you thought of..running.

“Fuuuuck!! Wait, wait, wait!” but it was too late. She wouldn’t let you move, no matter how hard you had thrashed. And she was rewarded when your body humped violently into her mouth, the squirt finding its way to her eagerly awaiting throat. Your scream was earth shattering, you could swear your heart had moved into you eardrums permanently the way it beat so loudly in your ears. After seconds, which felt like hours, she began to let up. Slowing her tongues moves until you were almost quiet aside from your heavy breathing.

When she pulled away from your thighs, her face was drenched. She smiled cockily, smacking tour thigh as she crawled up to kiss you. Any breath you couldve caught was stolen by the kiss again, but the taste of yourself on her tongue meeting yours was heaven. You sighed into the kiss before she broke it and rested her forehead against your own.

“You taste…amazing” she whispered. And the pure sex dripping from her words sent a shiver down your spine. You needed this. You had craved the release for two years, and damn was this worth it. But you had orgasmed twice, and she hadnt cum once, to your knowledge. “When…when is your turn..?” you managed to breathe out. She chuckled again before moving off the bed, leaving you covered in your own mess. Your eyes followed her until she disappeared in her closet. When you couldnt see her anymore, your let out a huge breath you had no idea youd even been holding. This kind of sex was dangerous. It was the kind that would have you popping up unannounced and stalking random girls’ instagram pages. And you never wanted to be that girl, but if Letitia kept this up, that’s exactly where you were headed.

The bed dipped pulling you from your thoughts and your eyes found the brown woman again. This time, her pants had disappeared along with her underwear, and in its place sat a black dildo connected to a harness. “You’re gonna strap me too?!” you yelled. At this, Tish’s demeanor broke and she let out a full laugh. You werent afraid, but the woman had already made friends with two of your orgasms, if she hit three, you were probably going to have to get married because there was no way you’d ever give this insatiable woman up.

“You asked when was my turn, right?” she asked. You nodded, keeping your eyes on her when she reached for a small black remote. “There’s a vibrator in this strap..since you’ve done so well, I’ll give you a reward. Whenever you press that button, the vibrator will stimulate my clit..do what you will with that information.”

With your new power, she leaned down to press her lips against yours again. There was a new power struggle behind it, and you took the opportunity to test your ability. Bzzzzzzzzz.

Tish felt the stimulation against her clit, and while her orgasm had been slowly building, the vibrator had shown to be enough to push her slowly over the edge. Payback was a bitch, and you tilted your head back as she buried her face in your neck, groans of pure ecstasy slipping from her lips. It was beautiful watching the scene unfold, but you got too bold. And without warning, Tish had used your last two orgasms as lube to slip right in.

“Hughhh, yesss..” you hiss. Tish leans her head up to make eye contact with you while you both struggle with the pleasure you push on one another. Your knees wrap around her hips as she begins a steady pace to hold off from cumming too quick. “The longer you keep it running, the longer I’ll hold out on your orgasm” she chokes out. Now you had an option, pass up another addictive orgasm by making her nut quick, or let her slut you completely out with no control. You were torn, and the slow strokes of Tish’s strap didnt help you think any better. Ultimately you hit the button again, stopping the vibrator, and Tish chuckled.

“Smart girl,” she spoke, “keep it up.” And then she was off. Thrusting with every bit of strength she had, she ripped screams of pleasure from you. She leaned down pulling your left nipple into her mouth while she pinched the right. The friction of her pelvise slamming into yours was euphoric, and all you could do is plead.

“Damnn! Baby, please! Pleaseee! Yes!”

Stroke after stroke Tish wreaked havoc on your body. After a while she held herself up on both arms, staring at your face. “Look at me.” she demanded. But you were too far gone to hear, so she grabbed your jaw, forcing you to look into her eyes as she fucked into your dripping pussy. “You see how good I fuck you? You will never have this by yourself. You will never feel this amazing, fucking yourself.” Tish was riding the high of putting you in your place. She didnt need to know your life story, all she needed was to know that you were knocked down a couple of pegs. And to that her orgasm began to build more violently than before. Mixed in with the sound of your cries of pleasure, were her groans. The sound of her strap sliding in and out of you was pushing her over ghe edge, and you took note. She let go of your jaw, sitting up and putting your legs over her shoulder so she could continue to drill your insides. Sweat beads dormed on both of your bodies and as your back arched, you squeezed the forogtten remote in your hand.

“Tish..” you moaned out, “Baby!!” you were close, and you loved the feeling of having the wind knocked out of you by an orgasm, but this was different. Even though she had madd you her bitch, you had to return the favor at least once. “Hugh…hughhh….hughhhhh!!” in the spur of the moment you pressed the nutton, activating the vibrator. At this angle, the vibration hit both of you hard and Tish could feel her herself coming close to release. “Cum for me, Y/N. Let me see you crumble for me.” And you did. On her command, your orgasm hit you like a train the same time Tish found hers. Both of you jerked against each other, knocking the vibrations between your pelvis. Her hands squeezed your thighs while you dug your nails into the sheets.

“Motherfucker!!” she swore. And then it was silent.

You pressed the button again, turning off the vibrator and throwing it across her bed. As you laid together staring at the ceiling and catching your breath, you pause. Capturing her brown orbs you huffed out,

“You’re right..,” Tish quirked an amused eyebrow egging you on, “I definitely can’t do that all by myself.”

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a/n: 😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨 took me about 4/5 hours to crank this out. did yall like this? i was listening to the 50 shades of grey playlist while i wrote it, so i definitely had some thoughts lmao yktd!! send me tips so I can get better!

#shuri imagine #letitia wright shuri #shuri fanfiction #shuri smut #shuri x you #shuri x fem!reader #shuri x black!reader

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