#I think I'd cry if someone who I trusted touched me.

[weebsinstash]

I feel like there's a heavily under-utilized possibility in some of these ideas I've been coming up with and it's like. We all want to say "Oh Miguel is so intimidating because of his size, Miguel is such a threat because of his physical strength"

"What if Miguel found out the two of you were canon and forced you to be together" girlies and what if Miguel found out the two of you were canon and he has a full on Miles Morales level INTERVENTION in a room with all your Spider Society friends who are like family to you. This man has the weapon of EXTREME PEER PRESSURE on his side, like, how many of us WOULDN'T at least completely break down crying at that?

Even if it's not to be with Miguel himself and it's just for the marriage canon event stuff, to have that many people corner you in a room like that over such a sensitive and intimate topic, like they're basically trying to emotionally badger you into having a relationship you're not ready for and may even be SCARED OF, and also, imagine being so offended at Miguel as someone who was supposed to be your boss and coworker, "Really? REALLY?? You're telling me you had to turn this into A BIG THING? You're having a fucking INTERVENTION right now?! ALL THESE PEOPLE had to be here for this?!"

You've even got friends and mentors and people you trusted there. Peter B as an older adult who you've been confiding personal shit and self doubts in, apparently having been telling Miguel everything behind your fucking back, he's there, all "I know you're scared but you've got to take the leap of faith, look at how happy I am with Mary Jane and Mayday :)" and its like yeah and you had to be traumatized by losing Gwen Stacy first! And maybe you're scared of being hurt and taken advantage of and just have trauma and stuff but, they essentially keep telling you to suck it up, you can't break canon, right?

Like imagine some time ago you opened up to Peter B about, "I think I maybe want a baby but I don't have a partner and I'm scared, I'd want to be perfect and give my baby everything and I know I'm not good enough" and you tell him some of your thoughts and feelings and he's actually like so touched and is all "caring that much is exactly what a good parent would say :)" and you two Have A Moment and he makes you cry and sees you genuinely so vulnerable and. Fucking. Later on when you're gradually over time being socially shunned and encouraged to spend more time at home to date and shit, and eventually this full on CONFRONTATION. Peter B or Miguel whips that shit back out again, "it's not just canon, it's also what you want, you're just scared. You've been WANTING a baby, havent you?" and you're just hurt, "Peter you fucking told?!" and you're paranoid about, what else has he loosened his lips for? Some things, or everything? (It's everything lmao, fucking motormouth "I care about you because you're an amazing person and I do this for your own good" sellout ass--)

I just feel like we all underestimate the sheer power and emotional blackmail over him being able to put you in a room with so many people who are all listening to him and agreeing with him. Like this doesn't even have to be yandere for all of them to be pressuring you because "oh don't break canon muh muh muh, we care about you and it'd dangerous and we don't want you to die" like this could be terrifying in any scenario

And of course just really imagine Miguel finding out the two of you are canon and when he finally tells you in a probably really clumsy mechanical way after failing to woo you, you completely reject him and maybe even start actively defying him by trying to see other people or at least just fucking other men, and he gives you an intervention for that for some of his little vaguely cult-like followers to pressure you to basically get non-con'd by your boss who you had thought of kind of like a friend until all this. Miguel finally snapping and absolutely losing his patience after you keep rejecting him and even sleeping with someone else (both you AND Hobie would fuck each other just to spite him even if there weren't any feelings there lmao) Miguel finally corners you, you can feel the rage boiling off of him but he's trying to contain it, for you, and he's got you physically cornered, towering over you, it's legitimately terrifying, and he's growling about how he wanted to try and do this the right way, he wanted the two of you to take time, to have a proper wedding, he wanted to be good to you, but if you're not only going to be risking canon (that's how he's truly justifying all his behavior, ain't it) but also fucking other men, then he has no choice but to tie you down now, doesn't he?

Let's see other men touch you and try to take you from him once Miguel's gotten you pregnant. He either follows through with his threat right then and there OR, you have to beg him to not do this, to give you one more chance, you knowing you couldn't fight him off and resorting to pleading, "please don't do this, if we're supposed to be together you'll ruin our entire future by doing this, I'd never be able to forgive you, please just give me another chance" and you're shaking and terrified and fuck it maybe even pissing yourself because he's absolutely huge and you're realizing the gravity of being cornered and alone with him, like as a Spider you're strong and tough and fighting bad guys with confidence, but with him, someone who's on your level, even higher, you're just a helpless little woman again that he can do as he pleases with and it terrifies you that you're suddenly confronted with the realities of what he's willing to do

So now you're breaking up with any flings you may have been having even if it breaks your heart and are trying to force yourself not to freak out around Miguel and be a good little fiancé, forcing yourself to try and not tremble when he's around you, try and force yourself to look on the bright side as he begins courting you and asking about what kind of wedding you'd want, forcing yourself through it all because, if you don't do it 'willingly', if you're not walking on your own two feet with a forced smile, you're now horribly aware that he'll drag you, HE'LL make you, and you don't want to see how far he's willing to go to have you

#yandere spiderverse #yandere miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #yandere stuff #sinprompts #genuinely just listen to the canon event ost and picture being pressured in a room by them all like some cult. scary stuff

[lonepantheress]

i really love you

☆ pairing: kim gyuvin x reader

☆ genre: angst mostly! rlly not as romantic as i hoped

☆ warnings: yunjin le sserafim cameo

☆ wc: 3.3k

☆ a/n: i feel like i owe 1000 apologies and then some. this is the first thing that i've written in awhile. i know i've been MIA but life has really been chaotic. still i wrote this a few weeks ago and decided just to post since i haven't. i miss this blog and the lovely messages i'd receive. i hope you all enjoy <3.

You were often told that people envied your friendship with Gyuvin. You hadn’t known each other your whole lives, but it definitely felt like it. In fact, you considered yourself lucky to have a connection that goes so far beyond the surface level.

The depth of your bond presented itself in a way you considered unique. It was incredible to have someone who knew everything about you – who wanted to know everything about you. He was your shoulder to cry on and the most reliable person that you knew. You often found yourself with the fleeting thought of What if we were more than just best friends? But you brushed it off before you even gave yourself the chance to entertain it.

Still, it was no question to the people around you that you and Gyuvin were something more than best friends – even without that “Boyfriend-Girlfriend” label.

Which is how you found yourself in this position: You and Yunjin found yourselves in the same boat of “I-haven’t-know-you-my-whole-life-but-I-definetly-feel-like-I-have,” meaning you frequently spent your time with one another, and on a weekly basis you slept over at her apartment and vice versa.

You’d watch movies and do skin care and braid hair, but above all you exchanged secrets. Over months and months of sleepovers you found out about Yunjin’s secret spelling mishap of 8th grade, and she found out about your high school boyfriend who liked to call you “Sugar Plum” unironically. No matter how serious or ridiculous the secret, they came out naturally in the dead of night during almost every sleepover the two of you would have.

“I think, maybe, deep down inside, I am possibly harboring some feelings for Gyuvin.” The confession came out with the same pit in your stomach you get when you’re throwing up. 

You sat across from Yunjin on her apartment bedroom floor with green face masks adorning both of your faces. You couldn’t believe the words that had just left your mouth, your heart raced while you waited for Yunjin to give you some sort of response. When your eyes darted up at her, she looked at you wide-eyed and jaw-dropped. 

The room seemed to hold its breath, almost as if it were waiting with you for Yunjin to say something. You were having one of those heart-to-hearts that you only have in the dead of night, admitting all kinds of secrets that you had to look deep inside to find. Still, upon hearing yours, she blinked a few times as if she was trying to process what she’d just heard.

“Wow,” she said softly, breaking the silence, “I mean, I already knew that! I just wasn’t expecting you to say it!”

You managed a weak smile in return, the corners of your lips shaking with nerves, “Yeah. Me neither.”

“Well? You haven’t said anything to him about it?”

“What? No! Oh god, no. That hurts my head just thinking about it, no. I can’t.”

“You can’t?” 

“I can’t.”

She didn’t understand you, but she understood the weight of your words and decided not to bother you about it anymore. Yunjin reached over and gently put her hand over yours, the warmth of her touch grounded you in that moment. “Thank you for trusting me enough to tell me. You know I’m here if you need anything, right?”

The confession occupied the air between the two of you like a fragile secret. Now, the green face masks seemed oddly out of place. As if the intimate exchange had transcended the triviality of their original purpose. 

Yunjin’s initial shock gave way to a soft smile, her eyes holding a mixture of empathy and understanding. The kind of understanding that could only be offered by close friends – knowing they may not comprehend the depth of your emotions, they will be there for you nonetheless.

You sighed heavily and turned your gaze to the ceiling, letting all those emotions you shoved down take their place in your heart. “I don’t even know what I’m feeling half the time,” you admitted, voice carrying a mix of frustration and self deprecation.

Yunjin chuckled, her eyes crinkled in the corners and the dry mask of her face cracked in sync. “Babe, feelings are messy! I don’t think mine ever follow a logical path.”

“God, tell me about it. It’s just… Gyuvin, you know? We’re just too good as friends. What if I ruin it?”

Your hand received a reassuring squeeze from Yunjin before she withdrew her touch, a pensive expression on her face. She leaned back on her arms, considering your words carefully.

“I mean – I personally don’t get where you’re coming from,” she began, voice gentle, “But think about it this way Y/n: if your friendship is as good as you believe it is, then it’s strong enough to handle some turbulence. Emotions aren’t always predictable, and that’s okay! What if some weird unspoken tension affects your friendship more than your harboring some secret feelings?”

You sighed again, staring at the tiles at the ceiling as if they’d give you the answer after a while. “I know. You’re right. It’s just scary…I don’t even care if he feels the same way, what if things get weird between us?”

Yunjin leaned forward, resting her chin in her hands. “Babe, look, I can’t predict the future. I do know that honesty is the best policy, though. He deserves to know the truth, but you deserve to express your feelings even more! Whether he reciprocates or not, it’s not in your control. What you can control is how you handle this moving forward.”

“You’re right,” you admitted, letting your head down to face her. “I can’t even tell you how long I’ve been avoiding this for. It isn’t fair to either of us.”

Yunjin smiled widely at you, mask cracking more and more. “Exactly! And you know what they say about regrets, right?”

“What do they say?”

“Well.. I don’t really know. But they have to say something about it! Look, if he truly values your friendship then he’ll appreciate your honesty.”

You smiled back at Yunjin, your own mask cracking from the movement in your face. Yunjin stood up and held her hand out for you to grab.

You reached out and took her hand, letting her help you up from the ground. The air in the room felt a little lighter now, as if the weight of your confession had been shared and the burden lessened.

“Come on,” Yunjin said, “Let’s wash these off and then go to bed. We can talk about this in the morning or something. And if things don’t work, I will happily accept a confession from you on his behalf!”

Despite the impact that your much needed heart-to-heart with Yunjin had on you, you still found yourself unable to take any immediate action (or any action at all, for that matter.) In fact, it was more like the opposite. Your behavior took an unexpected turn – one that puzzled those around you. To you, though, it all made perfect sense. You had finally sat down and confronted those feelings that you had long harbored, and you need some time and space to really process it. Particularly, time and space away from Gyuvin. 

You shifted to practically being inseparable from one another to being distant and withdrawn. Those who’d grown accustomed to seeing you two together nearly every day were now met with your fleeting glances and casual avoidance. It was you who’d placed the invisible barrier between you and Gyuvin, leaving him equally confused by your sudden change in behavior.

Though, he didn’t know what exactly caused this sudden shift with you, he wasn��t blind to the cues you were throwing his way. He noticed immediately your short responses (if he had received one at all), and your excuses to avoid making any plans. He saw you take the long way from one place to another and he could only assume it was so you could avoid crossing paths with him. And while the biggest part of him wanted to know why, his brain told him to just let you deal with whatever it was you were dealing with. 

This went on for three weeks before someone decided to mention it. 

“What’s going on with Y/n?”

“What’s going on with Y/n?” Gyuvin scoffed at Matthew’s question and deadpanned, “If I knew that, she’d probably be here right now.”

Matthew raised an eyebrow, “Man, don’t get mad at me. I’m just so used to seeing you guys together all the time. It’s weird to everyone to see you guys apart like this.” Matthew leaned against the table at the campus café that they both sat.

Gyuvin let out a sigh and ran his hand through his hair, “You’re telling me? I’ve tried talking to her but she’s just… distant? I dunno. I can’t put a finger on why.”

“Did you guys have a fight?”

He shook his head, face full of frustration. “Is it bad if I say I wish we did? At least then I’d know what I did. She’s just been acting different. We used to spend hours talking about the dumbest shit and now it’s like pulling teeth to even get a few words out of her.”

Matthew took a sip from his coffee, gaze fixed on Gyuvin, “Maybe she’s going through something! Sometimes people start acting like that when they’re going through something personally. It could be something heavy, and she’s just not ready to talk about it yet.”

Gyuvin frowned at that idea, his mind was racing considering Matthew’s words. What could be so bad that you wouldn’t tell him? “You think so?”

Matthew nodded. 

“I mean.. I don’t know, man. We’re always there for each other. If that’s the case then I wish she’d just let me in.”

Matthew gave a wide, reassuring smile before replying, “Maybe she will, eventually. Just give her some time. Try not to let her push you away completely, keep reaching out. Even if it’s just a, ‘Hey. How’s your day?’ text or something.”

Gyuvin nodded, trying his best not to acknowledge the little pit in his stomach that was gnawing at him, “I’ll do that. But I get to blame you if your advice sucks.”

With the days passing, Gyuvin took Matthew’s advice to heart. He started sending you the occasional message asking about your day or giving you an anecdote out of his. He wasn’t expecting lengthy responses, but he wanted you to know that he was still there regardless of whatever it was you were dealing with.

You, on the other hand, were dealing with all kinds of complex sentiments about your situation. To no one’s surprise, honesty was a much easier concept to speak about than it was in practice. That confession to Yunjin that night had opened a floodgate of uncertainty and fear for you. Part of you had expected your feelings to be reciprocated or to at least be brushed aside as a passing thought, but the reality was much more complicated. You’d unintentionally thrown a wrench in your friendship with Gyuvin, and it was past the point of you knowing how you could fix it. 

You spent a lot of time thinking about it, your situation. You stared at your messages with Gyuvin and wondered if they’d be any different if you were honest. When you’d see him on campus laughing with his friends, your heart would ring itself out. Your close friends could notice the toll that it was taking on you, especially Yunjin. She was the only one who knew anything about what you were feeling, so she was the only one who could try to help.

She noticed how your smile didn’t quite reach your eyes anymore, or the heavy sighs that seemed to escape you involuntarily, or the way that you’d space out and think to yourself more often. 

One night, you were both sprawled across her living room couch with a movie playing in the background. The atmosphere was interrupted by the loud chime of your phone. It sat on the coffee table in the center and the screen was lit up with a text.

“Who’s that?”

You both knew who it was. “Oh, probably my mom or something. I’ll just reply later.” You could lie all you wanted, but you couldn’t pretend that your situation wasn’t getting to you. The message was short and sweet, but it made your stomach erupt with butterflies while simultaneously giving you the urge to throw up. Hi, I’m thinking of you. Just wanted to check in and ask you about your day.

“Y/n.” Yunjin spoke softly, but she sounded stern. She wanted you to take her seriously and to let your walls down again.

“Yunjin.” You responded, putting your phone back down and looking her in the eye.

“I can see how much this is bothering you. It’s eating you up inside, isn’t it?” She sat up and grabbed the remote from the coffee table, pausing the movie before facing you again. Neither of you need to clarify what “this,” was because the heavy toll it had taken on your heart was evident to anyone who knew about your feelings.

You couldn’t stop the tears before they began to fall. You could only nod in response, unable to put your feelings into words. 

“Babe, I think it’s time to face this head-on,” Yunjin suggested, maintaining a firm but gentle tone. “You can’t avoid him forever. It’s hurting the both of you.”

“But what if it makes things worse?” You whispered, voice trembling.

“I really, really, really don’t think you’d do that,” Yunjin sighed and faced you directly. “He asked me about you the other day.”

That only made you cry harder, feeling like your heart would just explode in your chest. “What’d he say?” You managed to ask through sobs.

“You know, he just wanted to see how you were. If everything was okay with you.”

“And what’d you tell him?”

“I told him that I couldn’t really say. That you’ll make the time soon to go talk to him.”

“Yunjin…” you trailed off and broke your eye contact with her, feeling embarrassed. “I don’t know if I can do that.”

“I’m not saying it’s gonna be easy,” she began, “But, this distance? This awkwardness? It’s not doing you any favors. At least if you talk to him you’ll know where you stand.”

All you could do was nod before Yunjin brought you into a deep embrace, comforting you while you cried on her shoulder.

Over the next few days, you continued to wrestle with the decision of finally facing Gyuvin. The inner turmoil was beginning to reach its peak, you knew that you couldn’t keep pretending like he didn’t exist. Yunjin’s words echoed in your mind as a constant reminder to confront your feelings and put an end to the growing distance between you and Gyuvin. 

One evening, as the sun began to set and cast a variety of golden hues over the city, you found yourself standing in front of Gyuvin’s favorite coffee shop. It was also your favorite, but you’d been avoiding it on the off chance that you’d see him there. Your heart raced as you took a deep breath, trying to summon the courage to go inside. The bell above the door tinkled as you entered, scanning the cozy interior until your gaze met Gyuvin.

He was sitting by the window, engrossed in whatever assignment he was working on, his brows furrowed in concentration. The sight of him sent a rush of emotions through you – familiarity, comfort, and a twinge of nervousness. You scolded yourself internally for being scared to talk to your best friend.

You approached his table, cringing at how loud your footsteps seemed to sound in the otherwise quiet café. He looked up, surprise registering on his face before morphing into a warm smile.

“Hi,” he greeted, closing the books that littered the table and setting them aside, “I wasn’t expecting to see you.”

“Hi,” you echoed, your voice a little shaky, “Is it okay if I sit with you?”

Gyuvin’s expression to a more confused one, but his smile never faltered. “Of course you can sit with me,” he gestured to the empty seat across from him, “I would actually really like it if you did.”

You settled into the seat, avoiding eye contact with him. The silence between the two of you hung for a moment before Gyuvin decided to speak up, “Is everything okay with you? I feel like I never hear from you lately.”

You took a deep breath, your heart still racing. “That’s actually why I came here. I was hoping you’d be here so that we could talk.”

His brows furrowed slightly and his expression dropped, concern evident in his eyes, “You can tell me anything. Please, talk to me.”

“I really love you Gyuvin.”

Gyuvin smiled earnestly at you, “I love you too. You know that you can tell me anything, right?”

You sighed and looked him in the eye before repeating yourself, “No, I mean, I love you.”

Gyuvin's eyes widened, and he seemed momentarily taken aback by your confession. He opened his mouth to say something but hesitated, as if choosing his words carefully. 

You cut him off before he could speak, “I just – I sort of realized it one night and I couldn’t figure out how to face you? I didn’t know how, so I just didn’t. And I know it was wrong and I know I should’ve just been honest with you and I just….” you trailed off and looked for some sign of understanding in his eyes.

There was a passing moment of silence where your eye contact was never broken, but you could feel your heart drumming against your chest while the lights in the café began turning on to account for the lack of the sun.

“I love you too.”

Your eyes widened and you waited to respond out of fear that the butterflies in your stomach would fly out if you opened your mouth. “You love me?”

“I really love you,” he mimicked your earlier statement.

You laughed a bit and let out a breath you didn’t even know you were holding, reaching a hand out to intertwine with Gyuvin’s. “I was so scared. That by telling you I’d ruin our friendship. That scared me more than anything.”

"Y/n, you have to understand that our friendship is incredibly precious to me, like a guiding light in my life. But you… you're more than that. And now, it's as if our bond is being woven even tighter, stronger, because we're entrusting each other with the most vulnerable parts of ourselves." Gyuvin's voice softened, his eyes locked onto yours with an intensity that sent shivers down your spine. "It's a kind of feeling that I never want to lose."

You felt a sense of relief wash over you at his words, tears welling up in your eyes and rolling down your cheeks, “I should’ve talked to you sooner. I’m sorry, I really am.”

“Hey, it’s okay,” he said softly, wiping the tears from your cheeks with his free hand. “You’re here now. We’re here now and that’s what matters.”

You chuckled through your tears, feeling a weight lift off your shoulders. “Yunjin was right, you know. She told me I needed to face this head-on.”

“I never thought I’d say this about her, but you have a pretty smart friend,” Gyuvin teased, his smile widening.

You both laughed, the tension in the air dissipating. It felt like a heavy fog had been lifted for the both of you, leaving a clarity that neither of you had seen before. The café seemed to fade into the background as you focused on each other.

“So…” you began, “What do we do now?”

Gyuvin leaned in a little closer, his eyes locked onto yours. “I think you owe me, at the very least, a date for what I had to put up with this past month.”

You nodded, stifling your giggles from him before responding, “I think I can make that happen.”

#zerobaseone x reader #zb1 x reader #zb1 imagines #zerobaseone #zerobaseone headcanons #zerobaseone scenarios #zerobaseone oneshot #zerobaseone angst #zb1 angst #zb1 fics #zerobaseone fics #kim gyuvin #gyuvin x reader #zb1 gyuvin #gyuvin imagines

[yandereshingeki]

Milk, Honey, and Sugar

Yandere Eren x Reader

Milk Honey and Sugar Masterlist

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Word Count: 12.7k

Content: College AU, Yandere content, Obsessive and Possessive behavior, Fluff, Smut, Dark content, Jiyuu beloved

Content Warnings: Stockholm Syndrome, Obsessive Behavior, Eren is a bit of a pervert, but somehow also shy about it, reader going thru it, Eren is described at taller than reader, Pet names (Angel, Baby), Dubcon (from stockholm syndrome), Eren is SO WEAK TO YOU, you’re both a bit shy, Reader is implied to be a tiny bit insecure, Tiddy sucking, Falacio, hand job, Little bit of subby! Eren but only a little, description of Eren’s dick lol, reader makes him CRY, mention of him pulling their hair a little, a smidge of edging, aftercare

Summary: After the realization hits that you aren't ever going to see your friends again, Eren is the one to comfort you—slowly turning you more and more dependent on him.

Oh my goddd It's been so long and I'm so sorry!!! A bunch of things got in the way of me writing for a while, but It's finally back! I'm going to try to focus on this series more so hopefully, there won't be such a big gap in posting again! I already have the next part nearly finished so it shouldn't be long before the next chapter! Also, I'd like to say thank you to anyone that's still here after my absence and anyone that's been here from before :,,) I'm so grateful. I hope this is enough to satisfy until the next chapter! There's a little doodle at the end for you all <33 Can't wait to write the most exciting parts of the story!! (In my opinion at least, lol) Please enjoyy

Chapter 7: Warmth (part 1)

The hours grew longer the more days you spent alone.

Your world was quiet, apart from the tick of the plastic analog clock or the occasional sound of water going through pipes and creaking footsteps from above. Being stuck on your own was such a lonely, stir-crazy existence. The only time you found solace from it was when Eren would make his way down the stairs, greeting you with his abnormally gentle smile and a soft kiss, giving you the company you constantly longed for and sometimes a consoling meal.

He had you wrapped around his finger by now, so tired of the isolation and quiet that you’d do almost anything if it meant he’d stay, just to ease your loneliness for a while. He was a distraction you took with little resistance because you didn’t want to think about the pain of being trapped for even a second.

He seemed to be the only thing that helped your ever-fragile mood, the one thing keeping you grounded as your mental stability frayed. It was hell when he would leave you, forcing you to face the cold basement alone again. You’d try to sleep through it, but sometimes your brain wouldn’t quiet and your emotions would explode to the point that you’d bawl your eyes out and sob until your nose was clogged and your head ached, your mind plagued with the overbearing thoughts of your long-gone friends and freedom. If they’d been looking, you were sure they would have found you by now. It should’ve been so obvious who’d taken you. Or maybe, everyone was too trusting of Eren to realize that deep down, he was an obsessive stalker, someone who kidnapped his best friend. 

Either way, your hope of being found had almost completely diminished. With no access to the outside world, you didn’t even know if a search was ongoing. You had no motivation anymore, even for escape—although it’s not like you could because Eren hadn’t let you go upstairs since your last attempt. He hadn’t touched you the same way he did that night either, occasionally letting his soft kisses grow more heated but never going as far as he did then. You almost missed it. The intimacy, that is. He’d been nothing but sweet to you most of the time, even when all you could do was cry into him.

You felt pathetic being in such a state, constantly switching between craving his presence and despising him for taking you away. You barely felt deserving of being rescued since you gave in to your captor so quickly. Would anyone even want to help you if they knew what you’d done with him? How close you’d remained even after his betrayal? It brought a sick feeling to your stomach whenever you thought about it. All of the lame excuses and blaming your actions on your once adolescent crush or your dwindling will to escape. You knew the truth, yet you still didn’t want to admit it.

It’d been four weeks since your failed escape, and just a little over a month of being stuck in the basement—not that you even knew the specifics of how long it’d been because of how your days began to blend. Since your attempt, Eren spent more time downstairs, sometimes taking his entire day off to stay with you, slowly making you more dependent on his presence because it was all you had. 

Akin to every other day, it started with his journey down, breakfast in hand and laptop under his arm, the device fully charged and ready for another day of playing offline games and watching videos or movies. But, also like every other day, his plans, per usual, were halted when he reached the bottom of the steps and saw you curled up on the bed, crying into your palms. 

His guilt overflowed whenever he saw you like that, but he pushed it away when he remembered all the things that could’ve happened if he hadn’t brought you here. All of the people that could have gotten to you, the things they could have done to you. It made him irrationally angry just thinking about it. In his house, you were safe, and he always knew where you were. To him, that was worth the pain it brought you.

Laying everything on the desk, he rushed to sit next to you, trapping you in his comforting arms and pulling you into his lap, “What’s wrong, baby?” 

He always asked that when you cried, always with the same pet names he’d use to try and ease your tears. You always replied that you didn’t want to discuss it, but he knew what the truth behind your sadness was. He knew it was because you missed everyone and you were terrified of telling him. 

“I don’t wanna talk about it right now.” You said, as usual, voice hoarse from tears that’d been pouring since you woke up. You put your head against him, soaking the white pajama t-shirt while he rubbed your back and cradled you like a child. His warmth and his pleasant autumn-like scent made it harder to focus on your problems, the comfort pulling you back to him in an instant. Sometimes it was like you were addicted, craving the constant reassurance of his presence and the distraction from your situation. 

This had become almost routine—he would come downstairs or wake up with you, find you crying, and drop everything to comfort you, just to continue whatever he had planned for the day after as if nothing happened. It was such an exhausting pattern for you, but he couldn't care less. All he cared for was being able to have you with him where you were safe. Being able to hold and touch you was just a bonus.

He held you as tight as he could, trying to make you feel secure while compressed in his arms. You could only snuggle into him, pushing your ear against his chest to listen to his racing heart. It was a calming and familiar white noise that helped distract you from the fact that you were probably never going to get out. It helped you feel sane and reminded you that Eren was another human too.

He sighed feeling you ease into him, finally safe enough to relax too. The room was quiet other than the gentle sounds of breathing and the mechanical ticking of the clock. It was almost peaceful like this, just the two of you cuddled up together. Listening to each other’s soft sounds and finding comfort in them.

“Can I have breakfast now?” You asked, your voice still crackling from your dry throat. You were sniffling and your face was still wet from past tears, but you were more hungry than upset now and didn’t want to wait for food anymore.

Eren smiled and slid you off his lap, making sure to plant a loving kiss on your forehead before he got up to grab the wooden breakfast tray from the desk. He walked back, setting it on your lap and revealing the stack of 4 heart-shaped pancakes to you that still radiated the warmth from being cooked. There was a tiny plate of butter and a cup of syrup sitting next to it, along with a ceramic mug of Eren’s favorite drink, his warm milk with honey and sugar mixed in. He always used to give it to you every time you came over, trying desperately to get you to favor it, and every time it always tasted bland. Not bad, but it didn’t fit your normal preference for drinks.

Recently though, whenever he’d give it to you with your breakfast, it was much sweeter than before. The milk and honey blended together with a pinch of dissolved sugar just tasted saccharine all of a sudden.

At first, you questioned if he spiked it, but when nothing happened after you drank it, you abandoned the idea. It felt so strange to suddenly enjoy something you’d been so indifferent about, but you didn’t want to overthink it. After all, you just wanted to enjoy the warmth from whatever he made you—to enjoy his warmth because it was all you had. 

“Well, are you going to eat?” Eren asked, questioning why you were staring at your food for so long.

Realizing that you’d spaced out while deep in thought, you muttered a quick “sorry” before grabbing the dull plastic knife on the tray to spread the butter over your pancakes.

While you were preparing your breakfast to your liking, Eren sat on the bed again, placing his arm behind you and sliding as close as he could without getting in your way, your thighs pressing together and his cheek almost touching your head.

He watched intensely as you cut into the syrup-soaked cake and stabbed into the small piece you separated, chomping down on it. As you chewed and swallowed it, he leaned his head on yours to get your attention, “Is it good? Did you like it?”

Nodding your head, you cut out another piece to shove into your mouth, “They’re really good! Did you make them from scratch?”

Eren smiled, feeling his heart melt when you gave him praise. He always ate up every little compliment you gave him, no matter how small it was. It was like a hit of dopamine every time you were even the tiniest bit nice—and he was addicted to it. Once he’d even kicked his legs and squealed into his pillow after you commented that he looked hot in a picture he posted, but that was a secret he would be taking to his grave.

“It’s my mom’s recipe… I just made them with a heart-shaped pan for the shape.” He replied, leaning into you and burying his face into the side of your neck while you continued to eat.

“I didn’t know you owned a heart-shaped pan,” You paused mid-bite, “When did that happen?”

“I got it when all of the Valentine's Day stuff was on clearance in stores… I just hid it in my room because I didn’t want anyone to see it while they were here.” He explained, his cheeks warming up at the thought of someone other than you seeing he owned such a bright pink and heart-shaped pan.

You giggled at his embarrassment and kept eating, enjoying the sweet syrup-soaked pancakes while you could. They were delicious, but especially warm compared to everything else, and you were so desperate to have that warmth that you were scarfing them down and barely savoring the taste. The sweet milk with honey came next, the most familiar part of the meal. You chugged it down so fast that you could feel its heat travel down to your stomach, officially ending your breakfast that morning.

It almost made you sad whenever you finished your food. You always felt extra cold after, especially without Eren there. It was never fun to experience.

“All done?” Eren asked, not allowing you a response before taking the tray from you. He placed it on the nightstand at the foot of the bed and went back to you, pushing you onto your back and crawling on top of you without warning. 

After taking a moment to maneuver himself around and get more comfortable, he placed his head on your shoulder and embraced you, the weight of his body crushing you into the mattress. It hurt a little and almost restricted your breathing, but having what was similar to a heated and weighted blanket on top of you was nice. 

He always did this when you finished your breakfast. It was one of his favorite things to do too. He loved being close to you, breathing in your scent and littering tiny kisses all over your neck and collarbone. It felt wonderful to claim you like that.

As you cocooned him with your limbs, he wriggled his way down until his head met your chest, putting his face between your breasts and squeezing you so they squished against his face. You let a gasp slip, face growing hot as a large smile formed on his lips. 

You tried to push against him to get him off, but you struggled immensely from his weight compared to your strength. It took almost all your energy to get him to budge, but he finally got the hint and sat up after minutes of your whining and squirming—only to grab your chest and squeeze as soon as his hands were free. 

You flinched and simultaneously gasped at the sudden grope, yelling at him with fake anger while batting his arms, “You’re such a fucking perv!” 

He chuckled and put his hand on the bed to lean down, his reddened cheeks so close to yours that you could feel his breath against your face, “Yeah, sure. But you love me, don’t you?”

You were silent while you considered what to say, afraid to lie to him but knowing that if you gave him any answer other than yes, he’d probably lose it on you. You did love him. You really did, but not in the way he wanted you to. You didn’t think you did, at least. He was just a safe space for you. A source of comfort while you were trapped. That didn’t mean you loved him, did it?

Growing insecure at your lack of response, Eren squeezed your arm just tight enough to regain your attention and asked you again, this time with more desperation lingering,  “Don’t you, angel?”

Without thinking it over more, you gave him an unconvincing answer, “Yes. I do.”

Satisfied with your response, he gave you a quick peck on the lips and got up to grab his laptop from the desk. You watched him carefully the whole time, sitting up and eyeing him as he picked up the small computer and carried it back to you. 

He placed carefully it in your lap, plopping down and leaning into you like he did during breakfast, his arm slung around your waist. You stared at the sticker-covered computer in your lap, your hands trembling while you considered asking him about going back upstairs again instead of spending another day in bed binging a random show you chose. 

You’d asked previously, even begged him to give you another chance, but his answer was always the same. He’d tell you that he isn’t ready for that, or that he doesn’t trust you yet. If you tried to ask repeatedly or beg for it, he would get angry with you and even lash out, leaving you alone for the entire day as a punishment, no matter how loud your cries got or how much it stung him to hear them. 

“Can I ask something before we start, Eren?” You managed to get out, your words shaking as you spoke.

You could feel him tense up next to you as you asked, his gaze now fixated on the laptop instead of you.

“What is it?” He asked, already knowing the answer. 

You opened your mouth to talk but stuttered so much trying to get the first word out that you had to pause again before talking.

“Can I go upstairs for the day?” You pleaded, quickly adding onto it so he couldn’t instantly deny you, “I’ll do anything you want! Please! I just… want to leave the basement for a while.”

Silence followed.

You were shaking, terrified of what he was thinking. He was staring at the floor, his brows furrowed as he ran through all of his options. He wasn’t angry, not yet at least. He only would be if you pushed for it too much, but he still hated having to answer that question. Why couldn’t you just be happy with what he gave you? He understood that you were bored and lonely, but it was still frustrating. It was so, so frustrating.

“I don’t know if I can trust you yet,” was all he could manage in response, because If he said any more or got too aggressive there would be tears. And he was so weak to your tears. It was the sole reason he always had to leave you when you cried to be let out. If he stayed, his already weak spirit might break, and then you could weave your way into having your way and escaping. He didn’t want to risk anything close to that.

Despite his effort to avoid it, tears began to prickle in the corner of your eyes, almost as if on command. You wanted to leave so badly that you were partially willing to give up your hope of escape if it meant you could at least have that. You would give all of it, just to have that ounce of freedom and self-autonomy back. 

“I don’t want to leave anymore, Eren! I promise! Chain my ankles or handcuff me to you, whatever!  Please, just let me go upstairs with you!” You begged. It was evident you were pushing his limit with the look that took over his face, but you didn’t know what else you could do to convince him.

Eren shut his eyes, the frown on his face deepening, “Baby, please. Don’t do this today.”

“Please, Eren. Please.” You begged again, the first fearful tear spilling over your cheek. The look you gave him was painful, his chest tightening the longer he stared at you. You’d done this almost every day for the last week and it was so aggravating. He hated being separated from you but you forced it on him by pleading so often.

He looked away from you and leaned forward, his elbows on his knees and his face in his hands as he snapped at you, “Why? Why do you want to so badly?! Can’t you just be happy with what I give you?” 

He finished with a sigh and waited quietly for your response, but nothing came. You were silent. 

It took Eren several moments to realize that you weren’t going to talk back, so when he finally lifted his head and looked at you, the sight ripped his heart in two.

You had your eyes squeezed shut and your mouth covered as you sobbed into it, trying to hide the sounds so you wouldn’t irritate him more, but seeing you cry like that with such obvious fear diminished any anger he had. He hated being the cause of your tears. He hated it.

Pulling you into his arms again and pushing the laptop aside, he apologized profusely and held you tighter. You whimpered into him, gripping his shirt while he pushed your face against his chest. 

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry… I’m sorry for snapping, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” He had his hand on your head, digging his fingers into your hair while he repeated his apology, “Please stop crying. Please, you know I hate hearing you cry.”

You hiccuped, holding your breath to choke down your tears. You held it in for a few more moments until you couldn’t anymore, taking an involuntary breath and sobbing into his shirt. In a poor attempt to silence it, you covered your mouth while you cried, quietly begging him not to leave you between sobs. It broke his heart. 

He tried to reassure you, hugging you tightly and petting your head while he cooed, “I won’t leave. I won’t leave this time.”

It took a while, but following a few violent hiccups, silenced sobs, and deep, difficult inhales, your tears were dissipating and you were calming down, clinging to Eren as if your life depended on it. 

He held you close, basking in your touch. He knew why you wanted to leave the basement. He was stupid to think that being trapped there would be enough for you, but after the last time he let you up, he was terrified that you’d try to leave again. If you ever did manage to get away from him, it would mean he’d lose everything, and he didn’t even want to think about that happening. 

You needed to stay with him, where you were safe. Where he could watch over you. But, it was clear you also needed at least a little freedom, otherwise, your mental state could deteriorate even more than it already had, and that would be just as bad as losing you through escape. He didn’t want to reduce you to a shell of your former self. He didn’t want to break you. He just wanted to keep you to himself.

Thinking it over some more while you were wiping your face on his shirt, Eren decided to go against his better judgment and give in to what you wanted, which was exactly what he had been trying to avoid. It was easier that way, considering you were both feeling awful about your situation.

“I’ll—I’ll take you upstairs. I’ll take you upstairs today.” He blurted out, sounding reluctant to say it out loud.

Your entire mood had changed from just that sentence, perking your head up so you could meet his eyes from where you sat on his lap. Eyes wide with excitement, they were lighting up more than they had in the month you’d been stuck there. It was nice for him to see. He’d missed that sparkle so much. 

“I’ll only let you come up if you follow my rules though, okay? If you break them I’m sending you back down and I won’t even think about letting you up for at least a year.” He aggressively added to his previous statement, wanting to be clear with what he expected of you so there wouldn’t be any complaints later.

You rapidly nodded your head, getting ready to agree to whatever he asked if it meant getting that slight sliver of freedom in the end. Lucky for you, he didn’t want to take advantage of your eagerness—not too much at least. He loved you too much to hurt you like that.

With a small sigh, Eren slid you off of his lap and took his laptop, holding out his hand for you after he got up. You took it with a large smile plastered on your face, pulling yourself onto your feet and practically skipping to the stairs because of how happy you were. He was slow to follow after you, not particularly joyful about letting you out of the safe haven he’d created for you, but still willing to if it meant he got to see your bright smile again.

Once he made it to the top, he was hesitant to unlock the door. He really didn’t want to let you out, but when he looked over and saw how excited you looked standing next to him, he couldn’t help but picture how upset you were just prior, and how quickly that changed when he said you could go upstairs. Keeping you locked up and to himself was already selfish enough, he didn’t want to keep suffering even more in a cold basement for his own benefit.

Before he went through the final step of opening the door, he grabbed your hand and squeezed it tight. He was trying to make sure you couldn’t just run off, but also trying to reassure himself that he was doing the right thing. With a final heavy sigh, he unlocked the door and turned the knob with his laptop under his arm, pushing it open and revealing the dim light of morning to you.

You tried to run, not with a hope to escape but more so out of excitement—but Eren was quick to pull you back to him and remind you of your place.

“Don’t forget what I told you.” He spoke sternly, the grip on your hand growing tighter to the point that it hurt. 

His rules—to behave. To do what he asked. From the first time he let you upstairs. The same rules that you broke the last time you were here, and not just because he was vague about what “behaving” meant. Of course, you couldn’t forget.

You sounded dejected as you looked at the creaky wooden floor, “I’m just… excited. Sorry.” 

Sighing, he sauntered forward while pushing you with him, taking the lead but ultimately doing what you wanted by going to the living room. 

Jiyuu got visibly excited when you walked into his view, his fluffy wings opening up slightly while he paced back and forth on the giant bird tree across the room, considering if it was worth it to fly over. 

Eren stopped in his tracks, a small smile brightening his face when he realized what the bird wanted. He always thought it was sweet that he liked you, despite parrots' common behavior of being possessive over their owner. It also made your integration into his home a lot easier, so he wouldn’t have to worry about the bird going after you whenever he was affectionate with you.

“Why don’t you go pick him up?” He asked, trying to push you forward, closer to Jiyuu. 

Excited to see the bird—a living creature other than Eren—but terrified of doing something wrong and being punished for it, you turned to look at him, asking for reassurance that this wasn’t a trap, “Are you sure?”

“Yes. I’m sure. I won’t be mad at you for walking away from me this time.” He assured you, the hand on your back pushing you even further, harsher this time to the point you almost stumbled.

You stepped forward with hesitance, slowly gaining confidence the closer you got to Jiyuu, your saving grace from complete isolation with Eren. Watching carefully, Eren stayed behind, his gaze burning holes into the back of your head. It made you so nervous, his eyes fixated on your every move. Being watched so closely was highly unpleasant and anxiety-inducing, and you could tell that Jiyuu didn’t like it either.

Climbing onto you when you held your arm out, Jiyuu was quick to run to your shoulder and puff his feathers up, squawking loudly at Eren. He’d never been especially protective of you, nor aggressive towards Eren, so this behavior was completely new—at least to you. It was especially shocking because of how loud he was able to scream, the sound triggering a constant ringing in your ears. 

“Eren? What’s wrong with him?” You panicked, turning to see what the bird was so upset about that he had to shriek, only to be face-to-face with Eren. His knees bent slightly so he met your height, startling you even more when you unexpectedly met his piercing green pupils.

His eyes were glued to the bird, his hand lifted in front of him so he would step up from your shoulder. To your surprise, the bird nipped at his hand and chewed on it, stepping on it when he was finished and acting like he hadn’t just screamed at him. “He’s just being moody. Don’t mind it too much, he just gets like this sometimes, ‘specially when I’m not in the best mood. He can tell.”

As he put Jiyuu back on the tree stand to chew on more of his toys, he walked closer and wrapped his arm around you, practically forcing you into his chest with his laptop pressed against your back. When his other hand was free from the bird’s talons, it joined his other to squeeze you tightly, keeping you close as he leaned over you, inhaling the comforting scent from your skin and hair.

You returned the hug, trying to distract yourself from the sinking feeling you had in your chest when he implied that he wasn’t in a good mood. It was obvious it was because of you—because you wanted to go upstairs. It made you feel so guilty, but also so afraid. He could be unpredictable when he was upset, which is probably why Jiyuu didn’t like it either.

“Why don’t we just watch some TV for now? Since he’s in such a bad mood and I still want to laze around…” He spoke up, backing away but leaving little space between you and him.

Without a thought, you nodded, ready to agree to almost anything as long as it would improve his mood and keep you out of your personal hell known as the basement. With your compliance, he was quick to drag you back onto the couch, setting the laptop down on the coffee table and pouncing, crushing you under his weight. Your whines went ignored by him in favor of grabbing the remote to activate the TV, bringing up the news before he swiftly changed it to an on-demand streaming service. He put on one of your favorite shows—one you’d already watched, probably dozens of times since you’d come here—and threw the controller

down, burying his face into your chest and engulfing you in his arms.

Resting your hands on his back when you finally processed everything he’d sped through in seconds, you focused more on him than the TV, although only able to see the top of his head and his messy bun. His face was buried between your boobs again, except this time, instead of smiling and teasing you about it, he shut his eyes and eased into you, feeling secure enough to relax with you trapped underneath him. The shift in mood was apparent, but all you could think to do was run your hands through his hair, hoping that would soothe him enough to think about letting you stay upstairs more often. 

It was silent after that, besides the background noise of the TV playing and Jiyuu preening his feathers and chewing wood. You were both clinging to each other, unmoving and resting. Eren was so warm, it almost made you tired—but you didn’t want to sleep. Not when you were finally experiencing what you’d wanted so badly for weeks. You longed to walk around and explore the house more, but he probably wouldn’t let you. It was frustrating.

“Eren?” You said, trying to get his attention on you instead of whatever he was thinking about in the silence.

He hummed in reply, not bothering to lift his head because he was too comfortable with his face against your chest. 

You twirled some of his loose hair between your fingers, silently trying to persuade him as you asked, “Can we go to your room? I want to see more than just your living room and kitchen.” 

Before you could continue with your long-winded speech trying to convince him to let you go to a different part of the house, he interrupted you with a finger over your lips, letting out a muffled “mm-mm” while he shook his head that was still against your chest. You frowned, moving his finger away from your mouth and continuing to push, “Why not?”

A scowl took over his face as he peered up at you, his chin stabbing into your sternum when he replied with aggressive venom in his tone, “Because I said no. Drop it.”

Once you nodded, a look of stinging fear glazing your eyes, his expression relaxed and he put his face back into your chest. Although your response calmed him, his answer did nothing to satiate your curiosity. You’d been in his room a few times prior to the kidnapping, so what was so different about now?

You let out a small sigh, continuing to run your hands through his hair but turning your attention towards the TV that still played your favorite show, although you’d begun to get rather tired of it after watching it over and over so much. Especially now, when watching different shows and dramas was all Eren had let you do aside from occasionally letting you play games on his laptop. As relaxing as the routine used to be, it was starting to grow excruciatingly dull. There were only so many days you could do nothing but laze around before you grew tired of it.

“Eren.” You began again, desperate for something to entertain you. You didn’t want to spend all your time out of the basement doing the same thing you did in it.

With a quiet groan, he lifted his head again and frowned, “What now?”

“I’m bored… I want to do something other than watch TV.”

Realizing that you weren’t trying to annoy him about getting into his room again, his eyes softened and he replied with a sweeter tone, “Like what?”

“I don’t know. You have games, don’t you?”

“In my room, yeah. But I don’t want you going in there right now and I’m not leaving you alone to grab anything.”

“Then what else can we do?”

When you asked, his brows scrunched together and he averted your gaze, deep in thought. You watched carefully, worried that he would become irate if you were too talkative while he was trying to relax. 

Slowly, his cheeks darkened as an idea popped into his head—one he’d usually tried to push away so that he wouldn’t risk making you feel uncomfortable with your already fragile emotional state, but right now? You seemed to be in a better mood, and much more content with doing just about anything to ease your boredom. There was nothing to stand in the way of his selfish desires.

Noticing the way his former annoyance bloomed into a red-faced fluster, you grew worried and tried to turn his head so he’d look at you, only for him to avoid meeting your eyes. His cheeks were burning hot to the touch and you could tell he had something on his mind.

“What’s wrong?” You tried to ask calmly despite the tremble in your voice, mentally preparing yourself for whatever emotion he might reply with.

A silent pause followed, and he barely managed to stutter it out, his hesitancy to explain his thoughts holding the words back, “I thought of something we could do if you are really that against just watching TV, but—but it’s kind of lewd. It’s—It’s really lewd actually.”

You could feel your cheeks grow warm at all the things that could mean, quietly urging him to continue out of curiosity about his desire, “Yes…? What is it?”

He was quiet again before he met your eyes, replying with a faltering voice full of anxiety, “I was thinking that maybe… we could take turns touching each other, and we could—I could learn more about your body… and we could make it into a game, I guess? If you really want to, the person who finds the most sensitive spots on the other person could win. That would make it more fun, right? Would something like that interest you more than TV?”

He stared at you with pleading puppy eyes while awaiting your response, his pupils swallowing his irises that practically glowed as they peered into your soul. 

Your entire face burned hot, now matching his. You were like shy kids confessing to each other, so tense and unnerved. 

Speaking with an unfamiliar kind of softness in his voice, he sounded like he would explode with embarrassment if you didn’t respond well, “We don’t have to, but I just—I just really want to touch you again. Even without the ‘game’ part. I’ve missed it. A lot.” 

He felt so perverted just saying it out loud.

His offer was tempting, but you didn’t know if you could trust it. Your judgment had felt so clouded recently and you’d been giving into him more under the guise of gaining enough freedom to escape, but how much would you need before you tried to leave again? The thought of escaping was crossing your mind less and less, and you were growing used to being with only Eren all the time, getting dangerously close to enjoying it. 

Part of you was terrified of ever leaving, terrified of how your friends would react when they found out what you’d already let him do to you, and terrified of leaving what you’d just started becoming accustomed to—but another part of you was terrified to stay. If you did, how far would things go? How deep of a hole would you dig for yourself before it was too late to get out?

“We don’t have to!” He repeated, pulling you out of your thoughts, “I could just find something else for us to do if you don’t want to,”

“It’s okay! It’s fine, it’s fine. We can do that.” You blurted out without processing what you were saying. The last thing you wanted was to upset him, so satisfying him was the only option even if it went against your better judgment. You could deal with the guilt later, but right now you had to focus on keeping his trust. Besides, it wouldn’t hurt to give in and have a little fun with someone you’d trusted while you could, take advantage and get the experience you missed out on years before. You’d rather it be him than a stranger. That’s what you told yourself, at least.

“Really? Are you sure?” He asked again to reassure your consent while his lips shifted into a sly smile.

No. You weren’t. But you’d already made your bed, and you’d rather lie in it than rip off the sheets and start from the beginning, “Yeah. I am.”

There was a small moment of silence, the two of you staring at each other before he jumped off of the couch, swiftly making his way to the tree where Jiyuu was. He was quick to take his feathery friend to his cage, closing the door and covering it with the blanket he’d normally only use for him at night. Despite the bird's clear displeasure of being put to bed early, showcased through his sad-sounding caws as the cage was locked, he left the cover on and returned to you on the couch, towering over you with half-lidded eyes and a beet-red face.

“Uh, could you get on my lap when I sit down?” He asked timidly, placing a hand on your shoulder. 

You responded by nodding and sliding to the side, allowing him to sit while he dragged you onto his lap to straddle him.

Once again, it grew quiet. You were looking at anything but each other, the awkward tension making it difficult to keep eye contact. You were both used to intimate actions, but not intimate words, so anything you thought of saying fell short before it could leave your lips. 

It felt like you were fumbling teenagers again, lacking experience and not knowing where to begin—although Eren was the only one of you who had any to begin with. The most you had under your belt was some awkward and sloppy kissing between you and your short-term ex-boyfriends from high school, but he didn’t know that.

“Since this is a game… Do I get anything if I win?” You asked first, trying to break the ice and guarantee at least something good would come out of this.

You watched the cogs turn in Eren’s head for a moment before he responded, trying to figure out how to word it so that you didn’t request anything unreasonable after his answer, “I guess you can have something… Just tell me what, as long as it doesn’t have anything to do with leaving.”

It only took you a minute to decide what you wanted, the idea popping into your head rather quickly when you thought about what he would actually be willing to give, “Can I go in your room?”

He sighed hearing your response, a cross glare in his eyes while he reluctantly acceded, “Fine, but only if you A, win, and B, give me until tomorrow to clean it.”

The excitement you had grew rapidly, but just as it peaked, it dissipated when you remembered what you would have to do to get your reward, and the fact that it wasn’t guaranteed in the first place. The small smile that’d grown on your face faded once you realized it, and then the pressure ramped up once again.

“So…” He finally began, a short pause holding him while his eyes drifted down to your chest, his hands landing on your hips where he rubbed small circles into them with his thumbs, “Where should we start?”

You were both anxious, but he was the only one trying to hide it. His hands were shaking, but he tried to mask it with subtle movements down your plush thighs. He wanted to touch you. He wanted to feel all of you and run his hands over your entire body—but he wanted to make sure you wanted it too. He needed you to want it too.

“Wherever you want,” you replied, too nervous to say much else. His hands felt like fire against your cold skin, the feeling of them gliding over your body making your cheeks boil. 

His fingers grazed down to your knees and back up your body, stopping just below your chest to speak quietly, “I want to touch you everywhere though.” 

It was obvious what he wanted to do, but was too nervous to do it. His brows scrunched together while he stared at your chest, sunken in thought. The sight almost had you giggling from how silly he looked like that, so deeply focused on your breasts. To try and urge him forward and get past both of your anxieties, you slowly intertwined your fingers with his, leading his hands up to grope you.

His eyes flicked up to you as he made contact with your chest again, his gaze relaxing and eyes lighting up as they stared into yours. You looked so pretty in your current position, sitting on his lap with your cute thighs squished against him, your hands covering his, and your gorgeous eyes shying away from his stare. 

“Can I kiss you? Please?” He asked, leaning in so close that you could feel the heat radiating off of his crimson face while he squeezed you.

Letting out a small squeak from his grip, you decided to skip the verbal reply and gently pushed your lips against his, your noses bumping awkwardly because you were hesitant to do anything that could deepen the kiss further. Despite this, Eren missed the cue and tilted his head to the side, trying desperately to interlock your lips and part yours.

His groping grew rougher as he relaxed, fingers touching your nipples through the thin shirt you wore, the fabric barely shielding how hard they were growing. Your face was burning while he felt you up, sweat beading on your forehead when something stiff pressed against your crotch. 

It was so warm. Everything about him was warm. His body, his demeanor, even his smell. It was all so warm compared to the cold you always felt. Even before he took you away, it was always cold. But he was so warm.

“Eren…” you mumbled into his lips, your pulse rising and your arms falling over his shoulders.

He pulled away for a moment, face still inches away from yours, “What is it?”

“You’re warm.”

You could feel him chuckle as you said it, responding with “So are you.”

He kissed you again, this time carefully pushing his tongue between your lips in a way that was less than forceful and moving one of his hands to the back of your neck to hold you there. His touch sent tingles up your spine, your body melting into his hands. It was like your integrity burned away when he was close, and you couldn’t help but crave more.

Eren’s other palm slipped under your shirt, sliding up your stomach and squeezing your bare breast before lifting the fabric further. Your body tensed again, suddenly growing anxious at the thought of him seeing your chest nude. It’s not like he hadn’t before, but it was only now that it felt so nerve-wracking. You couldn’t pinpoint why, but now the thought made your heart race.

When he finally pulled his face away from yours, giving you time to breathe, it was only so he could pull your shirt over your head and throw it aside. Following that, his mouth was back on yours and he was reaching for your chest again—but this time, you stopped him. You took your arms off his neck to cover yourself, anxiety pulsing at the thought of him looking at you more. You didn’t feel this way the other times you’d been nude around him, so why were you so nervous now? Everything was burning all of a sudden, and it almost made you feel sick.

“Hey, is something wrong?” Eren questioned in his sweetest voice, attempting to quell your sudden fear by backing off to cup your cheek, his other hand resting on your thigh. You tried to look him in the eyes, but your stomach sank when you met them. His irises were the brightest, most intimidating green that made your heart ache, you couldn’t stand to stare. 

“I’m—I’m kind of scared.” You stammered, staring down at his hand while his thumb rubbed small circles into your skin.

His brows furrowed as he overthought what you said, “Just… all of a sudden? It wasn’t like this before, why now?” 

He didn’t mean to seem angry, but his expression showed the opposite. So, feeling pressured with a slight tinge of fear in your eyes, you quietly apologized and began to uncover yourself, afraid of upsetting him and causing any harm that might get you sent back downstairs. He stopped you immediately, grabbing your wrists and holding them so your arms still covered you. 

“Don’t apologize… It’s fine if you don’t want to.” He reassured, reaching to grab your shirt beside him on the couch, “I don’t want to do anything if you don’t want to.”

Sadness laced his tone, his expression matching it as he pulled the garment over your head. It wasn’t because you were hesitant to go further with him, you knew that, but your heart hurt to see him making such a face. So sad, even with the tiny smile on his lips that was meant to reassure you. It was more than just wanting to stay upstairs. You wanted to make him feel happy. Even if you felt guilty about how you would do it.

“No, no, Eren…” You stopped him from pulling the shirt down, pushing it back over your chest while you wiped your watering eyes with your other arm. “It’s—It’s not that. I'm just—I’m—So nervous.” 

“What are you nervous about?” He asked, trying to avoid the temptation of looking at your now bare torso while he addressed the issue at hand. 

“I don’t know,” you started, mentally going through the list of things that were making you anxious to find something to say other than the truth about the shame you felt, “This is just… a lot different than the last few times you’ve seen me naked. You’re so close so you’re going to see… everything.”

“I don’t care what they look like. The only thing I care about is that it’s you.” He grabbed your hands and squeezed them, cheeks blazing red as he leaned close to you to confess, “You’re perfect to me. So perfect.”

Your heart began to swell again, this time for a different reason. 

He always made you feel so wanted, even before he took you away, his words like a warm blanket around your needy heart. It almost had you crawling into his hold, with no intention of ever leaving. No one ever praised you like he did, so maybe that’s why it had such a large effect on you. You were so susceptible to it that it was dangerous to your escape, constantly tiptoeing the line between enjoying the praise and falling face-first into Stockholm syndrome. It was a dangerous game you were playing, and without even realizing, you were losing. 

“Can… you touch me again?” You asked quietly after letting his praise marinate in your head for a minute, prying your hands out of his to pull your shirt over your breasts again. 

Shocked by your sudden switch-up, his eyes widened for a moment before he awkwardly nodded while placing his hands on your waist, finally letting his eyes trail down to your breasts.

Seeing them so close sent blood rushing not only to his face, but also down under, his already semi-hard on pushing uncomfortably against his pants. He wanted to brand them with his bites and kisses, cover them in his spit, and bruise them with hickeys to claim them as his. He was opposed to rushing you though, so all he could do was drag his hands up your torso until they finally cupped around your soft flesh, squeezing lightly just to confirm that he was really touching you and that it wasn’t just another wet dream.

You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to repeat his reassurances in your head while he fondled you. His normally cold hands were warm against your skin, squishing and playing with your chest and making your already hot body feel like it was burning. 

He was pushing them together, bouncing them, and holding them in his palms. It was so embarrassing, but you were trying desperately to keep it together. When you finally brewed up enough confidence to pry your eyes open, you saw how happy he looked, as silly as it was, and it took everything inside of you not to let out a giggle that could’ve embarrassed him. You wanted him to keep enjoying himself, even if your face burned from the awkwardness of it.

But just as you were growing used his hands on you, he threw a question at you that hit like a brick to the face, draining every ounce of courage out of you in a split second, “Can I… suck on them?”

He was leaning towards your chest as he spoke, looking up at you with anticipating eyes that made another wave of intense heat flare through your face. You were barely getting used to his fondling, but to suck on them? You might faint. With no experience except your own fingers and numerous toys, you didn’t even know how sensitive your nipples could be. The thought of squirming around in his lap while he lapped so leisurely on your tits made you shiver. But at the same time, it also piqued your curiosity and made the warmth between your thighs grow. You couldn’t help but wonder what it would feel like.

“Yeah. Sure. That’s—That’s fine. Just—be gentle, ok? No one’s ever done that to me before…” You replied with a shaking voice, brows pushed together with worry while you avoided eye contact.

“Why wouldn’t I be?” He asked rhetorically, hungry eyes still gazing up at you as he leaned towards your chest. He broke his stare to pull your shirt up and off again, cupping your breasts and latching onto one of your nipples like it was all he was born to do. 

You winced in response, anxious to experience the feeling for the first time. Just having your sensitive bud in his mouth felt so different, so warm and wet—so when he took a long, slow lick, you couldn’t stop the whimper that left your throat. 

He almost lost his composure right then when he heard that noise. It was amazing, like a slice of a heavenly melody he wanted to keep locked in his brain forever. He wanted more of those sounds. He needed more of them.

With your other breast cupped in his palm, he started to pinch and nudge the bud while he sucked softly on the one in his mouth. You were already letting out more quiet whines, holding the back of his head while your fingers tangled in his hair. You couldn’t even begin to explain the burning pleasure that rippled from your chest to your core or the throbbing ache that proliferated between your thighs. It felt so much better than you imagined, and as much as you didn’t want to admit it, Eren being the one to do it made your heart race. 

Desperate to pry more sounds from you, his intensity rose by the minute, lips tugging on your nipple and fingers pinching the other. As more soft whines and moans spilled from your mouth, your spine arching to push your chest further into his face, he could feel the stiffness in his pants painfully begging to be freed. You sounded beautiful, he just wanted to throw you onto the couch and fuck you senseless while you cried out. Holding back from that was so hard, especially with all the cute noises you were making. He wanted to take you right here, but he knew he’d have to be patient if he didn’t want you to feel rushed or forced. He needed to be like a wolf stalking its deer. Slow, calculated, determined.

Pulling away from your mound, he looked at your swollen, spit-covered bud, smiling to himself with newfound confidence while moving to your other one. His possessive feelings were growing with each mark he left on you, every new blemish claiming another piece of your body for himself. Once he had all of you, god knows how he’d act.

He had one arm around you, pushing you closer to him to make it easier for him to swallow your chest while his hands groped your ass and felt up the wet spot between your legs, just barely tugging at the hem of your shorts when the opportunity arose. He was sucking hard, running his tongue diligently over the nipple and flicking it repeatedly to steal more moans from you. Every noise, every whimper, and every whine was just more motivation to him, fueling his excitement to keep touching you and eventually have you touch him. He almost couldn’t take it anymore, the bulge in his pants becoming increasingly painful the longer this went on.

It seemed he finally snapped after a few more minutes of vigorous sucking and quiet whimpers, grabbing your arms and forcing his face away from your chest after he heard you whisper out his name. As much as he wanted to continue the petting, he needed to have you now or he might just burst. 

“Fuck whatever stupid idea I had for a game, I need you to touch me. I need you to touch me now, please.” Eren begged, sounding more desperate than you’d ever heard him before, almost growing teary-eyed at how pent-up he was becoming. His hips were roughly grinding into yours, praying for anything to rub against or release his tension. He was so frantic that you thought he might get on his knees and beg if you said no.

If you were being honest with yourself, you were curious. You wanted to know what he felt like and how he would react. You wanted to revel in the feeling of being desired so badly.

“You want me to touch you… that bad?” You asked, your voice quivering from the intense feeling rumbling through your body that you could only describe as heavy. Without Eren’s support, you would probably collapse into a hot mess on the couch.

Eren’s eyes grew wide as if you were spouting nonsense in a language he didn’t understand, “Of course I do! Why the hell do you think we’re here in the first place? I’ve never wanted anything so badly!”

His hands were shaking out of frustration, his grip strong enough to leave marks. Though, when the fear gleamed in your eyes and your muscles tensed up, he was quick to calm, loosening his hold and sliding his hands down to hold yours instead.

“I’m… I’m sorry, I’m just… so, so desperate. I want you so badly,” He apologized, looking down to avoid shameful eye contact with you, “I need you. Badly.”

You stared at him quietly for a moment, playing around with the ideas in your head before deciding through your lust-clouded judgment that you wanted him too. In the moment, you didn’t care if you would regret it later. You just wanted to touch him. You wanted to have control over him, if only for a little while.

For once, you were the one to make the first move, leaning forward and placing a soft kiss on his forehead while you reached your hand to his groin. His entire body stiffened as you put your hand on the tent in his pants, his cheeks flushing when he peeked up at you with that desperate look in his eyes.

“Please—Please be gentle. Don’t squeeze it too much, I don’t—know how much I can take…” He stuttered out as if the fabric holding his cock back hurt any less than you squeezing him too tightly would.

Nodding, you caressed him again, watching carefully as his eyes squeezed shut and he leaned back, uttering a soft moan from your hand on the underside of his cock. He was still tense, but you could see that he was enjoying your touch, so you carried on. Beginning gently, you cupped him through the thin fabric of his pajama pants and massaged your hand up and down his pulsing shaft, eventually moving to tug at the band around his waist to silently ask permission to free him from his confines. 

Although you wanted to take it slow, you were also desperate to see and touch him without the barrier separating you; and it seemed like he was too. That much was evident when he didn’t bother to let you pull his pants or boxers down, ripping them off himself and leading your hand back to his freed shaft by your wrist.

Catching on quickly, you tightened your hand around him and eyed up his length, examining it while he went back to gasping at every little movement you made. He was a lot bigger than you expected him to be up close, not to mention how heavy he felt in your palm. Seeing all of the little things you hadn’t noticed previously, it looked so different too. 

Veins crawled up from the bottom of his girth, stopping a few inches before reaching his head, and he was swollen and red at the tip, already leaking precum. His bush was well-trimmed, a tiny freckle at the base of it, and it curved upwards while it twitched in your hand. You never thought you’d see a dick that looked so… perfect. Just holding his weight in your hands had you clenching around nothing, the thought of it filling you up passing through your mind more than once.

You slowly moved your hand up, stopping with your thumb on the underside of where his head and shaft met. You’d read online about men being sensitive in that spot, and it appeared to be true by the way his breath hitched when you ghosted your digit over it. Curious, you pressed lightly and caressed the spot up and down, causing his hips to jolt unexpectedly while a louder gasp left his throat. 

“Ohh my god. Oh my god.” He breathed out, pushing his elbows into the cushions behind him to grip the couch beneath his thighs more efficiently. He’d never felt this good, even with his other, more experienced flings in the past. Even with less skill and precision, you were just so much better.

You were you. His dream. Everything he’d ever wanted in life. That’s what you were. His most prized possession, his most important person. That alone made everything feel superior. Because it was you doing it.

Enjoying the erotic look on his face, you kept up your motions and continued to stroke the spot below his head, sending him into a frenzy of squirms and whimpers as he grew overstimulated just by the pad of your thumb. His hips bucked up, desperate to get more friction to tip him over the edge of his already approaching orgasm.

“Fuck—Fuck, you have no idea how good this feels.” He uttered under his breath, voice shaking as you rubbed even faster. His whimpers were high-pitched, turning into something more akin to whines as he neared the end; but just as he was reaching the hilt of his pleasure, you pulled your hand away, leaving him to cry and plead for your touch again. 

Seeing him so desperate for it was such a change from his usual self. It was like the roles swapped, and now you were the one that had him wrapped around your finger. You never wanted it to end. You longed to keep what little control over him you had for as long as you could. Plus, he looked cute when he was the one tomato-faced and begging.

Leaning close, you kissed his jaw while he audibly sniffled, reaching up to put your hand behind his head and push it forward to kiss his forming tears away. He whimpered again, one hand clawing the couch while the other flew to your hip. You pecked his face, slowly trailing to his lips so you could kiss, fully entrapping him in the scheme forming in your head. 

Your fingers wrapped around his shaft for a second time, shocking him into pulling away before you pushed your lips against his again, assertive about keeping his mouth against yours. He was already moaning into you, grip growing tight as you began moving your hand up and down his length.

He was practically melting underneath you, arms trembling as your hand worked his hardness, pumping it rapidly. His cries for you were only growing louder, turning into muffled chants about how close he was to finishing. You loved to hear it, but you knew you didn’t want it to end so soon.

Once again, you let go of him, moving off of his lap and taking a seat next to him on your knees while he whined about your second absence. However, his complaints ceased when he realized what you were doing, your head already moving closer to his length and your hand taking its place at the base of it. 

“Wait, wait,” He panicked, trying to stop you, reaching forward to grab some of your hair and pull your head away, “Are—Are you sure you want to do that? It doesn’t taste as good as you might think.”

Your mouth changed from its open “O” into a pout, a frown taking over your features as he stopped you from finishing him off, “I know what I want, Eren. Please let me.”

With your familiar longing gaze piercing his, he was quick to give in and remove his hand from your head, thanking the lord that he held the motivation to wash himself regularly and make sure he was clean every time he interacted with you. Right now you wanted him almost as much as he wanted you, and if you were so certain about it then he wasn’t about to stop that. He needed to take his chance to savor it because god knows how long he’d wanted this and when he'd get another chance. You finally wanted him too, so it would be foolish to stop now.

“Just… don’t push yourself.” He muttered, running his hand down your back while you resumed what you were doing before.

You nodded with a quiet hum, placing a gentle kiss on the head and taking an experimental lick just below. Tracing the pad of your finger up and down his veins, you took in all of the little shudders you managed to coax out of him and began a trail of kisses down the underside of his length. The way he was almost pouting with embarrassment while his cheeks were such a deep shade of red was adorable, it just made you want more. You wondered if this was how he felt about you most of the time, so enamored that he couldn't think about anything other than your face.

Reaching the base with your pecks, his cock twitching every time you made contact, you stuck out your tongue and pressed it against him. Slowly and tediously, you dragged it back up to the top, leaving a trail of saliva in your wake while Eren bit back a whine. A few more frivolous kisses to the tip and you finally took him into your mouth, pushing your tongue against him while you lowered your head as much as you could without gagging.

Lifting your head, you peered up at him, studying his face while you tried to force more into your mouth, unable to fit more than a few inches before tears emerged in the corners of your eyes. He was so big, you could barely get anything in, but that didn’t seem to affect the amount of pleasure it gave him when you finally began bobbing your head. Eren was already turning into a mess again, but the second you started moving the hand on his shaft in rhythm with your mouth, he nearly broke down crying from the feeling. 

Tracing shaky hearts on your back, he stared down at you, trying to burn the image he saw into his memory and lock it away for safekeeping. It was exhilarating to see you like this, so much so that he had to cover his mouth to prevent the moans that slipped out from growing too loud. He couldn’t handle it, especially after being edged twice, he was going to go crazy if you didn’t let him finish this time. 

Holding himself still was the most difficult thing, especially when all he wanted to do was hammer into your throat like there was no tomorrow—but he didn’t want to make you choke on him. Not yet, at least. It felt too early to be that rough with you. 

Being built up and denied satisfaction the last two times meant it wasn't long before the band was stretched again, dangerously close to breaking. The way your tongue pressed against the sensitive spot below his head, the way your fingers curled around him and stroked everything that didn’t fit in your mouth had him gasping for air. It was driving him up the wall, pushing him so close that he could feel himself at the very edge, nearly tumbling over it even if you weren’t the best at what you were doing. 

When your eyes flicked up to meet his, watching his ruby-red and sweat-slicked face twisted with pleasure, he finally snapped. You watched his eyes squeeze shut as he threw his head back, crying out in whimpers as he lost control of his hips through his orgasm, repeatedly chanting “I love you” between swears.

You couldn’t help but gag as more than you could handle was shoved down your throat, eyes going wide as your mouth was coated with a bitter taste that made you wince. You had to pull away while he was still coming, coughing and gagging more at the feeling of his release in your throat while the rest spilled over your hand.

Eren was apologizing under his breath, still struggling through the pleasure of his climax—but you decided to push him the slightest bit further as revenge for making you choke, massaging your finger over the same spot you had earlier and sending a shock through his entire body again. You continued to touch him as you sat up, leaning into him with your head on his shoulder so you could feel the way he shook from the overstimulation. 

“Please—Please, oh my god I can’t take it.” He cried, tears bordering his eyes as you teased him. Seeing that you didn’t want to go too overboard, you decided to give him mercy and let go, watching him go limp as his body finally relaxed. He was panting, covered in sweat like he’d just finished one of the intense basketball scrimmages you used to watch him do, even though he’d only gotten sucked off and pleasured. It was almost cute to you, mostly because it made it much more obvious how much of a hold you had on him, and you enjoyed it. You enjoyed being desired.

  Following a few minutes of quiet, filled only with sounds of his panting and shuffling of you snuggling against his arm, he spoke up again through pants, slowly coming back into his normal headspace that was dedicated to caring for you, “Was… Was that okay? Are you doing okay?”

Your eyes half-lidded while you stared at him from his shoulder, you nodded with a smile spreading across your lips. The bliss of everything was still holding onto you, the giddy feeling that bubbled in your chest stemming from the moments prior. You just wanted to stay like this, cuddled up against him while you relaxed together in sweet silence, only broken occasionally by your back-and-forth comments about aftercare and gentle kisses to his collarbone.

When Eren finally decided to get up, still so delirious from the pleasure that he hadn’t even thought about how you were out of sight, it was only to grab a rag and some water from the kitchen. Then was back on the couch as quickly as he’d left, tidying you up and pulling you into his lap to cradle you. While you clung to him, burying your face into his neck, he leaned forward to grab your shirt from the floor, quickly pulling it over your head so you could get back to cuddling. 

You were feeling oddly clingy, more so than before. You just wanted to stay in his arms, snuggled up to his warm body. It was the most at peace you’d felt since you’d been taken. It felt nice. 

Suddenly pulling you out from your comfort, Eren pushed your face away from his neck, eliciting a whine from you as he grabbed the glass of ice water and brought it up to your lips, “Come on, you should drink. I know that I probably didn’t taste very good…”

Pouty about being pulled away, you snapped back playfully with a raised brow while pushing the glass away, “How would you know what you taste like?” 

His face twisted in embarrassment, his brows furrowing as he stammered trying to explain himself, “Well, I don’t, but I’ve just—I’ve been told it doesn’t taste very good.”

You giggled at his response, “That doesn’t mean you don’t taste good to me,” even though it was true that he tasted rather foul.

Slightly flustered, Eren quickly tried to regain control of the conversation, feigning confidence while placing his hand on your nape to push your face close to his, “Well why don’t you let me have a taste for myself so I can see?”

“Mm, how am I supposed to do that?” You asked.

“Like this.” He replied, pushing his lips against yours and dipping his tongue into your mouth before pulling away just as quickly, leaving you stunned at his sudden shamelessness.  

While you were still staring at him with your mouth slightly agape, he pushed the glass cup into your hands, forcing you to hold it as he guided it up to your mouth. Finally pulled out of your trance, you let out a small sigh and took a sip, the cool water finally washing away the bitter taste his release had left in your mouth. 

“I guess I don’t taste that bad,” He started, which on its own almost caused you to spit out the water, only to be shocked again when he continued the statement, “Or maybe I was just tasting you.”

You nearly choked while trying to swallow, yelling out afterward and slapping his shoulder, “Eren!”

“Shh, shh, just come here so I can hold you again.” He cooed, taking the glass from you and pulling you against him, “My angel.”

Pressing kisses to your head, he smiled as you snuggled into him, nuzzling your nose into the crook of his neck while he pet your hair. With both of you relaxed, it was quiet once more, the two of you cuddled into each other as the silence surrounded you, leaving you both to your thoughts.

Eren was thinking about what you’d said, about what you wanted if you won his “game.” Even if you didn’t remember it in the moment, he would feel bad if he didn’t give it to you eventually. Not to mention, you were smart. You’d end up asking about it again at some point. He knew you would, and the thought of it made him anxious.

It’s not that he didn’t want you to go into his room, it was just that the things he had out would be deathly embarrassing for you to see. Once he got the chance to clean everything up, it would be fine for you to come in. If anything, he wanted you to stay in his room. He wanted to be able to trust you enough to sleep in his bed with him, to experience that kind of deep intimacy with you; but with everything you’d done recently, he still wasn’t sure about it. However, he did have a somewhat peculiar idea about what you could do to gain his trust—one that would get the authorities off of his back too if he played the cards right. Your reaction to the idea would tell him all he needed to know about how much he could trust you too. It was brilliant—at least to him, it was.

As if your minds were parallel to one another, you decided to speak up and ask about what’d been promised to you, “Hey… am I still gonna get my reward since I technically won that game you mentioned?” 

“Funny you say that actually, I was just thinking about it,” he began his reply, tightening his arms around you so that you would be as flush against him, no space separating you, “And I thought about something else we could do that you might like a little more.”

Jumping to the conclusion that he was trying to back out of his past agreement, a frown formed on your face and you opened your mouth to scold him, only to be stopped with a finger pushed to your lips followed by his loud shushing.

“Shh! Just let me finish before you chew me out!” He hushed you, pressing kisses between your wrinkled brows until they relaxed, then continuing, “My idea wasn’t that different from yours. It’s pretty much the same. I’ll let you come into my room tomorrow, except I’ll also let you stay the night with me there.”

Again not allowing him to finish, you interrupted excitedly with a smile already taking over your face, “Really? In your bed? With you?”

Eren already spent many of his nights downstairs with you, but that wasn’t the same as sleeping with him in his bed. Sleeping in his room not only meant you were free from the unfriendly aura of the basement, but that you would have light when you woke up. You could wake up to the warm morning sun for the first time in a month. You’d missed it so much.

“Yes. With me.” He began again, clearing his throat and frowning at your repetitive habit of interrupting him, “But only under one condition.” 

Taking note of his annoyance, you stayed quiet this time, eyeing him as a way of silently asking him to continue.

“You need to call the police department tomorrow morning and tell them you don't want to go home.”

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[sehodreams]

thoughts on dark rich riize buying reader in a human trafficking black market. the reader legally belongs to the buyer.

Damn I like the concept, these are the ones who came to my mind (sorry for the others I couldn't imagine)

Lol not me searching "how do a black market look like? for writing purposes not for illegal purchases" to understand how it worked HAHAHAAHAAHAHA

TW and tags: smut, oral sex (m receiving), dubcon, noncon, slapping, overstimulation, hints of sadism, dom!riize, I can't remember how all the nasty stuff here is called so if someone told me I'd be grateful 🤣

Eunseok

He'd be warm, like, you felt scared to be there, but he'd always talk to you softly, telling you how much he enjoyed your company, your presence, and how beautiful you looked with his gifts.

He'd buy you everything that reminded him of you, his little doll.

He'd be just so nice, soft touches and multiple kisses in day light, but when the night came, you were scared of who would you with that night, would it be your soft owner? Or the other guy? The guy who slapped your face and left hand marks on your neck, or that would sometimes go crazy and let candles drip over your back when he fucked you from behind.

You could never predict what would happen, and he would always repeat the same thing "my doll", because he had to make sure you understood that, you just were his pretty, warm and soft doll.

Wonbin

Wonbin always looked so sweet, he gave the prettiest smiles when he was on those video conferences for work, and you saw him being so kind to others, so why couldn't he be that nice to you?

You'd watch him from your cage, always in front of him, to be comforted with your presence and on his watch to know your every move. You had tried to escape three times, and those were already too many times for him to ever trust you again, so your punishment was to always be behind those bars the time he decided.

He'd let you roam around mostly at night, when he felt like having you even closer, his chest on your back while playing with your little bud, fucking you over the same table you had dinner, or making you suck him after you had your daily bath.

Now, he was pushing the vibrator to your dripping cunt, making you cum until you cried and made a mess over his expensive couch after you told him you wanted to leave after he asked you what would you like for your first month anniversary there.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry" you'd repeat, crying of overstimulation after your third orgasm.

"I don't think you're sorry enough" he'd smile, whispering to your ear, to then leave pecks over all over your neck. "You need to learn that you're not a guest here, you're my property, so you better get used to your new life"

Anton

You had no family and no friends, so you were the perfect target for the people that took you from your little apartment in the middle of the night, no one asked for you, your coworkers quickly forgot about your existence and then you just... Disappeared. So, when he bought you, you didn't put much fight, tired of your old life, maybe that would be the best, you thought.

There, with him, at least you had a much nicer home, a hot meal every day and what you always wanted, a person to depend on. So, what if he made you wear a collar with his name all the time? And what if you had to wait for him to feed you because if not he'd get angry? You didn't want to make him angry, you wanted to always see that pretty smile telling you how good you were, "such a good girl" he'd say every time you let him take off the little clothes he let you wear, putting his dick inside you when you watched his favorite programs, or when he was playing those silly games that made him insanely rich.

And sometimes he was more than nice, like when he took you shopping in the middle of the night to those stores you couldn't afford in your old life with your disgusting minimum wage, buying you all the food and clothes you'd ever want and need.

And what if those nights he made you walk with a leash? You'd do it all again if you could always be with him.

Shotaro

He was so nice most of the time, buying you expensive dinners, letting you cuddle beside him, making sure you had everything you'd ever need, you ended appreciating him.

It was hard at first, to get used to that lifestyle, not being able to leave the apartment, to lose all contact with your family and friends, even to endure his touches, but you had to get used to it, he was clear when you arrived, the only thing he expected from you was to look pretty, not talk and welcome him with open legs every time he needed.

When you refused at first you had it bad, he'd starve you, talk to you coldly and take you with force, but when you learned how to be the little angel he needed, everything got better, his hands wouldn't furiously touch you anymore, instead he'd caress you with them, touching the little place that got addicted to his attentions, and who needed to talk? now all you needed inside your mouth was his cock when he came after a long day of work, to thank him for everything he did for you

#riize x plus size reader #riize x reader #dark!riize #riize smut #eunseok x reader #anton x reader #wonbin x reader #shotaro x reader

[blindmagdalena]

thinking about how good it'd be to bond with John through past traumatic experiences. Sharing anger at mistreatments, soothing each other's scars by telling obvious but needed things.

He won't be enthusiastic to share. It's better to keep up with "made of steel" image in front of even close people than to seem "dirty, shriveled, anemic". But I'm sure if s/o will mention their past or maybe get him curious so he'll nudge his beloved to share what's bothering them, in the process of their vulnerability he could accidentally show a glimpse of his pain.

Telling Homelander he was handled unfairly and cruelly. Expressing to him resentment they feel for his childhood while in return he seethes that someone in the past dared to hurt his precious s/o. (just imagine him saying "I'd give everything to be with you in those times" AND TELLING HIM THE SAME!!! He'll have his inner child moment and cry i bet)

Comfort loved one with righteous wrath.

this type of emotional wound dressing is so cathartic to me. there is such an intense element of festering rot to Homelander's emotional damage that it's going to hurt to flush it out. to cut away what's dead. if he's ever going to move forward in a meaningful way, he'll have to let himself bleed in a way he hasn't since those wounds were fresh.

and god, what a mercy to have someone who will bleed with you. to hold your hand and staunch the flow before the dizziness overtakes you. to be trusted to do the same for them.

it's one thing to be willing to die for someone. it's something else entirely to be better for them.

handling an indestructible man like he's made of glass because that's what his psyche has been reduced to. fragile, full of hairline fractures. it's not salvageable, it'll never be what it was, but maybe it doesn't have to get worse. maybe he doesn't have to break any further.

or maybe it is the gentle touch that finally shatters him. at least he'd have someone to help pick up the pieces.

#SIGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH #i'm sorry i know you sent this ages ago!! holidays and injury combined got me insanely busy #but i've been thinking about this nonstop and now i'm Sentimental #so i just rambled i'm sorry lmao #homelander x reader #ask and you shall receive

[ask-the-royal-absol]

(Response to: https://www.tumblr.com/ask-team-misfit/747248524259885056/destino-approaches-lief-carry-a-body-pillow-of )

Seems that this evening was going to be full of surprising events. First they had made someone cry and now Lief, someone who Destino had heard could have a little fun, shoved them and became angry at their words. Not just once, twice. What was happening? What they had said wasn't even the worst insult they could have come up with. Oh great, Felix had warned them before about the consequences of their actions. Perhaps they should have taken his advice for once. Then again, Destino didn't really want to think about their so-called friend at this current moment.

Slowly picking themselves back up from the floor after the second shove, Destino brushed themselves off with their paws, taking time to ensure everything was back in place. They turned to check themselves. Seems everything was in order, except from the pain from being pushed over. They were going to feel that for a bit. Destino placed the pillow down, looking directly into Lief’s eyes. No smile, not even a smirk. Their eyebrows furrowed and their tone was of a more serious nature.

"You know if I was given poor advice, I wouldn't take it. I would choose to ignore it. It's like if I was to tell you to jump into a fire. Would you do that? No, I doubt you would. You'd use a little bit of that initiative to consider whether it was a good idea or not. You were the one that chose to take my advice. I don't see how I could be the one to blame for all of this when you decided to act on the advice I gave you. It was your choice. Not mine."

The urge to throw an insult in there was strong. Very strong. However, it didn't seem the right time for it. Destino didn't want to cause this fairy to come at them again. They already had a deep-rooted fear of them in the first place. Who knows what this one would do if they continued to push? He seemed rather volatile at the moment. Destino had to show him they were more powerful. They couldn't let this fairy think he could do as he pleased. Destino stepped forward, getting closer to Lief. Their voice felt rather calm in tone.

"I really don't appreciate being shoved, fairy. Especially not by one of your kind. It's not often I allow someone to touch me. And for someone of your status to feel it's ok to push around royalty for the sake of your anger? If we were in my kingdom right now, I guarantee that would lead to immediate execution.”

Destino felt a little surprised that that last statement left their lips. It felt incredibly weird. They needed to dial it back a bit. Bring the vibes of the evening back. Shaking off the feeling, they brought a slightly more light-hearted tone to their voice.

"Sadly, this isn't my kingdom. I don't have the power to carry out any threats should I so desire. However, perhaps you need to consider if you should be using physical action in a place like this. I mean, looking at the amount of legends here, I doubt they'd be most pleased with some lowly mortal trying to cause a fight at a peaceful event like this. Trust me, I've had my share of legends kicking my ass. It's a pain to recover from. Go get a drink or something to calm that anger of yours, buddy. I thought maybe I'd be able to have a bit of banter or something with you but if you're going to take out your issues on me, I don't want to be a part of it. I've already got enough on my plate to deal with without having another to stack on top.”

Destino felt gross. That was too friendly for them. Urgh, this evening was turning out to be more troublesome for them than what they had hoped.

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[jkslipppiercing]

Just Friends | jjk

• summary: a drabble in which y/n is going through some stuff and jungkook is there for her... as a friend.

• warnings: crying, mentions of losing someone, they kiss, mentions of an erection.

• WC: approx. 1.2k.

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"O-Oh! You're here!" i said with a huge beam on my face. i tried to play it off. i tried to show him i was happy. i wanted him to believe that i was, even though we both knew it was just an attempt to mask the hidden.

he stayed silent, stood in my doorway. he took a few steps toward me, and i took a few steps back. the only thing i truly wanted to do was bury myself in his arms and cry it out until dawn, but i dont trust myself to be so strong.

one touch from him,

one whisper is all it takes from him to break me.

"i made dinner!" my over enthusiastic- fake- voice booms through the walls of the apartment. "i made some pizza, even tossed up some salad- even though i hate it but i know how much you prefer a side of fiber with your meal to balance the calorie- intake-"

"Y/N."

"-i always notice when you prioritize vegetables along with protein if you want to eat extra carbs-"

"Y/N." he calls out my name again.

"i always keep you in mind when i cook, because you always compliment my cooking, but im not sure if you even like it- oh no! i never asked! do you even like my cooking-"

he takes a few strides over to me, cutting our distance short. my rambling stops, replaced by a sharp intake of air. at this proximity, im 100% sure he can see the deep purplish eyebags and the puffiness of my eyes, resulting from the sleepless nights and the continuity of my breakdowns. i look down, self conscious of my all-over-the-place appearance.

he lifts his hand and bends his index finger under my chin, lifting my head up to get a clear look of my face.

"it's okay."

two words, yet a thousand unspoken ones buried beneath.

he looks into my eyes so deeply, and everything just barrels down on me all of a sudden.

him being here, what happened earlier, the passing of someone i wished to never lose.

it all hits me at once. my brows scrunch, tears well up in my eyes, and i close them in an attempt to push them back. my breath shallows and the tears claw at my eyelids for an escape.

i manage a half-choke, half-sob as i open my eyes.

"i'm tired."

i hear a low curse under his breath before he cradles my body and scoops it up into his. we fit perfectly together, if only our lives weren't so depressing.

my sobs break free at the action, and i grab his shirt and scrunch it up angrily. if it weren't for the circumstances, the movement would've been considered as if i was pushing him away, when in reality, it's a plea for him to stay.

he still manages to hold me. screams climb up my throat in a rough scratch, tears run down my face, painting intricate lines upon a canvas that was once stainless.

i thrash against him and hit his chest, over and over again.

"please." i manage between my screams, and it seems as if my wails rip through the depths of his soul. he has such a pained look on his face, and if i didnt know better, i'd think he was the person who lost their family that day.

i hit and hit and hit against his chest, needing an outage to my frustration. he doesnt complain, only steadying me against him as he grabs my wrists together. it's as if he's pulling me into him, wanting to shield me, protecting me from my own inner battles.

my face is now spuished against his shirt, and my initial wails, pleas, and sobs, tune down to a more quiet rhythm of sniffels and whimpers.

sometime during the breakdown, we ended up on the floor. i now lay in his lap with my head on his shoulder, him holding me. he always does that. thick and thin, he's always there for me.

but why would he dedicate that much effort into being my friend?

he holds my hand and draws small invisible circles on it with his thumb, mumbling sweet reassurances to me.

i rotate my position to straddle him instead, and he complies.

i wrap my hands around his neck and still.

i stay still as he rests his hands on my waist.

what are we doing?

we're just friends.

"i could stay like this forever."

me too. that's what i wanted to say, but i cried so hard that i must've lost my voice from all the rough screaming.

instead of answering with words, i used actions instead. you know... actions speak louder than words?

i lift my head from his shoulder to look at him. he's looking at me like...i'm his.

maybe because i am.

but, we're just friends.

i place my lips gently on his own, hesitant at first. testing the waters.

what if he was repulsed by my puffy and red-rimmed eyes? what if my crying went beyond limits? what if i looked so ugly that he didnt want me-

but then, his lips moved.

still, just friends.

they moved so beautifully, claiming me. he invaded my mouth with his tongue, tasting me thoroughly.

he groaned in satisfaction, and smiled.

he smiled against my lips.

my hands swiveled up his neck and into his hair, tugging and holding on for dear life as he took control.

feeling bold, i ground my hips against his, but he stopped moving his lips against mine.

oh no.

"i'm sorry- i- i don't know why i did-" my cheeks pink in embarrassment, thinking of his hesitation as rejection.

he had the right to reject me.

we are just friends.

he shut me up with his lips, and i took it as a sign to carry on.

are we still just friends?

his groans turned into moans, and suddenly, i'm lifted into the air with his erection poking into my lower belly.

i whimper as he presses me into the wall and moves his lips down toward my neck, sucking and nibbling at his desired pace.

i let out a small whimper, of which he responds to with a small groan as encouragement.

"wait- wait." he pulls away and looks down, a pained look adorning his beautiful features.

he doesnt look hurt, he just looks...restrained.

oh.

"do you not want us to-"

"do i not want us to?" he looks at me in disbelief.

what?

at my confused expression, he lets me down on my feet as he struggles to explain.

"what are we, y/n?"

my confusion slowly subsides to be replaced with understanding.

"oh."

"yeah." he looks at the floor before averting his eyes to mine. "does this ruin our friendship?" he looks hesitant, which he has the right to be.

"just friends?"

he breaks out a small smile- so adorable-

"just friends."

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[darkbluekies]

Dr Kry asks #2

Previous one Next one Concept: I've put multiple asks into one post to avoid too many loose posts on my account! This way, you have more to read too<3 Warnings: chronic illness, losing hair, quite a lot of angst

— Yandere Dr Kry with their darling slowly losing hair(short or long hair it works both ways) from stress or fear. Like when Dr Kry brushes his hands against his darling hair there is always a lot of hair on his hands. A plus is that darling can never be calm ever again. What would he do???

He'll be so worried. Everytime he touches your head, it feels like he's pulling a fistful of your hair with him. He'll look down at his hand and then at your intense stare and sigh. His heart'll break at the sight of you being so scared. You'll cry and shout and scream, refuse to rest because you're scared of not waking up again and cling onto him in fear.

"Don't be scared, little one. I won't let anything happen to you. I will figure out what's wrong and I will make sure you get better. I think you look pretty. Don't you agree? You don't need hair to be pretty. Your beauty shines through. Give me a hug, I'll hold you for as long as you need."

He'll hold your fragile body in his strong arms, blinking away a few tears when you can't see them. If he's honest, he's terrified.

— What is Dr. kry’s long term plan with the reader? To have her stay in the hospital forever or to eventually go home with him? What is his ideal long-term plan and what would it look like?

I have talked about it a little before here and here, but I can expand it a bit. He wants to leave the hospital with you. But for that to happen, you need to be dependent on him. If you don't love him, he'll keep you drugged and weak, but if you trust him and actually like him, he'll let you live normally. He wants to have a normal, cute family life with you, so he hopes that you will give in and let him have you.

— How will Dr. Kry manage a who darling is neurodivergent? Someone with adhd for example needs to take their mediation, need behavioral therapy and in general just suffers from the symptoms of adhd: being unable to sit still, especially in calm or quiet surroundings, constantly fidgeting, being unable to concentrate on tasks, excessive physical movement, excessive talking, being unable to wait their turn, acting without thinking, interrupting conversations, And many more...

[I don't know if I'm the best one to answer this, but I will do my best and imagine how i think he would react.]

Since Dr Kry is a very calm and introverted person, he will have a harder time dealing with your needs, but he will always do his best to understand you and give you what you need. He will figure out how to take care of you one way or another because he refuses to give up and let you down. He won't have anything against your talking and interrupting since he loves hearing your voice. He will take you down into the gym to let you release some energy, he'll keep you occupied in different ways. Dr Kry will always give you the upper hand and will never blame you for anything you do. He will take all the blame because he loves you so much.

— What if Y/N just gave up trying to live with Dr.Krys treatment? After all its so tiring when you try for so long to get better but it never works in the end. I'd be so tired trying and just give up.

He'll keep your hands cuffed to the sides of the bed to prevent you from leaving him and/or this world. He will be heart broken by your new broken shell, you're not yourself and it frightens him.

"I'm sorry that you're unhappy, Y/N. I wish you weren't ... I wish that you were happy. I know that I cant make you happy just like that ... but I hope that you'll find that I'm not very bad in the future. I hope that we'll be happy together one day. I will wait."

— I love your blog and all of your characters! I wanted to ask, what if Dr. Kry ended up falling for someone who was chronically ill?

[Thank you so much for liking my stuff!! Once again, I might not be the right person to answer this because I'm very uneducated, but I will try my best.]

Dr Kry will never leave your side. Never ever. He's secretly worried that he won't have enough time with you and fears for the day he might lose you, but he'll make the most of your days. He'll keep you happy and will make sure that the only tears you shed are happy tears. He'll be with you through operations, through good days and bad days, he'll be there every second. You'll never have to feel alone. He hates the world for making you ill, but there's no one to give revenge to ... so all he can do is to be there for you and hope for the best.

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere drabbles #yandere x you #yandere imagines #yandere oc x you #yandere doctor #yandere headcanons #yandere reactions

[vasyandii]

Hi, Vasya! I’m sorry, if you wrote it somewhere and I just missed it, but I was wondering, what are Naks relationships with other Chimera members (ok, Krueger is obvious and I remember you writing about Syd). Is it ‘just business’ for her or are they her friends? What does she think of them? Thank you so much!

Hi Thank you so much for the Ask!! Im going to section out by each individual operator if that's okay (I'm really bad at explaining things so please bear with me ;-;)

NAK'S RELATIONSHIPS WITH CHIMERA MEMBERS (+How I think Nak would draw them)

Beforehand: These are just my personal Headcanons from how I interpret their characters and voicelines!

SYD

I briefly mentioned Syd being someone Nak views as an older sister figure in her Bio so I'd like to touch more on that-

Nak, She sees Syd as a sister because Syd's the first person she's comfortable enough to talk about her personal experiences and cares enough about her that Nak shows interest in what Syd as to say. For a long while didn't have a healthy support system before she fled Laos . Being introduced to Syd, she was reluctant and dismissive for the first week or so. However, seeing how Syd was trying to at least be on good terms with her, she thought it was safe enough to give it a chance.

Syd (from her voicelines) is outgoing, friendly, strong-willed, and determined. Nikolai probably asked her to intergrate Nak into the group. Both of them being from wealthy families of people with political/military influence is something they have in common. She understood to an extent why Nak had difficulty trusting people (Not including the whole Naga Trauma stuff) and was willing to take up the challenge.

They hang out during breaks, Nak gets to experience Normal life stuff like a Girls Night, doing her hair, going shopping.

YEGOR

Yegor, having 3 kids himself, probably has an instinct to protect and look out for those who are younger in the field (from His interactions with Rodion and his discomfort with using children during interrogation). He's lowkey concerned abt Nak because she's one of the youngest members in the faction. He knows how people in their early 20s would act from his personal experience but Nak doesn't fit the mold and it's worrying, even if he doesn't say it.

Nak has cried because he called her "kid", she didn't even realize she was crying from that. It was like an inner child healing experience. She initially didn't like him because she felt like he was "treating her as if she's a child" but grew to respect him since they have pasts in organized crime and he feels like her idea of a dad.

NIKOLAI

Nikolai is hard on Nak (alot of cleaning duties, etc.) Because she's one of the youngest people in the faction. " If you wann work here you gotta be good at your job" mindset. He knows that she's a good operator so he pushes her to do her best, with boundaries of course.

Nak thinks of Nikolai as a better version of Naga. She says he's a pain in the ass but really respects him; He got her a job, he accommodated for her issues with routine mental check ups, and his methods with missions is efficient and more her style. She's called him Dad on accident a handful of times, I don't think Nikolai bothered to correct her though.

ISKRA

Iskra doesn't have an opinion on Nak, she respects Nak's ability as an operator but thinks she's a bit strange

Nak thinks Iskra is so cool. She doesn't know how to talk to her because she thinks Iskra is really pretty and admires her relationships with the other female operators. She wants to be friends with her.

Farah

Farah doesn't have an opinion in Nak, doesn't know her that well.

Nak is a bit intimidated by Farah because of her Accomplishments, respects her as an operator

Krueger

She thinks he's stupid and dumb (they kiss)

If you made it this far thank you or reading, the post corrupted initially so that's why it's longer 😭😭

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[nbyue]

UIS Chapter 1

When MK came to his senses, he was greeted by a blinding light. He winced, his head pounding.

"Where am I?"

He tried to sit up, but a sudden sharp pain shot through his body.

"Argh! My… my back…"

He could barely move. His body felt heavy, like it was weighed down by some invisible force.

"MK, are you awake?"

The familiar voice echoed in his ears. He knew that voice.

"Macaque?"

"Yes, it's me. Don't worry, you're safe."

Safe? How could he be safe when his whole body hurt?

"What… what happened?"

"You fell, but I caught you. Don't worry, I won't let you get hurt. I won't let anyone else get hurt."

Macaque's voice was calm and reassuring, but his face was full of concern.

"I need you to stay calm. You need to breathe, and focus. You're going to be okay."

"Breathe… and focus.."

As soon as those words left his lips, his vision began to clear.

"Good, good. Just keep breathing, and focus on my voice."

As he regained his senses, the first thing he noticed was a strong smell of incense burning somewhere nearby. Then, the faint sound of a steady heartbeat filled his ears. He blinked, trying to get his bearings. He was lying on a bed, in a dimly lit room. He could make out the faint silhouette of Macaque sitting next to him, watching over him.

"How do you feel?"

"My… my back hurts," he groaned. "It feels like I was stabbed by a bunch of needles."

"You did just suddenly fall unconscious, so it's normal that your back would hurt."

"And the headache.."

"That too."

He rubbed his temples, trying to soothe the throbbing pain.

"Do you remember anything?"

"No. Everything's still a bit hazy. And I gotta say, you're really caring for someone who's usually SO full of himself, Macaque." He nudged his shoulder lightly, trying to add a bit of humor in this… not so fitting situation.

"Hey, watch it," Macaque retorted, but the corners of his mouth quirked up in a smile. "And for the record, I'm only looking out for you because you're the king's favorite. If I let anything happen to you, I'd never hear the end of it."

"You're a real warrior, aren't you?"

"Whatever. Now, let's get you up. We've got work to do."

With a grunt, Macaque pulled MK up, slinging his arm over his shoulder.

"Whoa, easy. Let's take it slow, alright?"

"Yeah, yeah.."

As Macaque helped him get his bearings, the door swung open, revealing a distressed Tang.

"MK! What happened?!"

"Nothing. Just a headache-"

"Pigsy and I were so worried about you! We thought something bad had happened."

"Tang, please calm down. He's fine."

"Fine? He's not fine! He collapsed out of nowhere and hit his head on the table! Plus, look at his arm!"

Tang pointed to the large gash on MK's left arm.

"I'm fine, really. It's just a scratch. Nothing a little bandage won't fix."

"A scratch?! It looks like you were mauled by a wild animal! Come here, let me take a look at it."

"Tang, don't. If what we know about this.. 'infection' is true, we should probably just wrap it in a bandage and leave it alone. And wear gloves, probably."

"Macaque, are you sure? That seems like a rather severe wound, and I'd hate to see it get worse."

"We've seen worse, trust me. It'll be fine."

"I suppose you're right."

Tang sighed and reached into his pocket, pulling out a roll of gauze.

"Here, let me bandage it up."

Macaque carefully wrapped the bandage around MK's wound, tying it securely.

"There, that should do it. Now, MK, don't even think about touching the wound. When 2 days pass, we're going to replace it, alright? You can do this, bud."

"Right.."

Tang watched the exchange with an uneasy expression, but didn't say anything. Instead, he turned his attention back to Macaque.

"What do you mean, you've seen worse?"

"Wukong."

"Ah. Right. I'll, uh… leave you two to it, then."

Tang cleared his throat awkwardly and turned to leave, but before he could, a sudden flash of pain shot through MK's body, causing him to cry out in agony.

"Kid!"

"Ow ow ow ow!"

"What's wrong?!"

"It hurts!"

Macaque quickly moved closer to him, gently placing a hand on his back.

"Stay still, MK. I've got you."

"It hurts everywhere! Oh, god, my head… my arm… it's like something's trying to crawl out of my body…"

Tang watched the scene with horror, his mind spinning with dire predictions.

"This can't be good…"

He swallowed hard and looked over at Pigsy, who stood by his side.

"Pigsy, we have to do something! This can't go on!"

In 'old married couple' fashion, Pigsy held Tang's hand in his own.

"Tang, there's not much we can do. Let Macaque handle it, 'cuz he was there to experience it in the first place. We have to be careful around the kid, it could be worse for us."

"Pigsy! It could be worse for us? Don't you get it? It could be worse for MK! He could be infected like the Monkey King! This isn't some small bug, this is something life-threatening, and you're treating it like it's some common cold!"

"Calm down! We're all going through some stress right now, aight? Don't start shouting like a lunatic when we're trying to focus here."

"I am not shouting! I just don't understand how you can be so calm when our boy's life could be at stake! What if the ink spreads to the point where he's barely even human anymore?! Do you really want to see MK like that?! Huh?!"

"Now listen here-"

"You're being impossible, Pigsy, I can't believe you're doing this!"

"Shut up! I don't need you screaming at me all the damn time, Tang! What the hell am I supposed to do, huh? Do I gotta be all cheerful and hopeful 24/7 now?! 'Cuz let me tell you, I'm not gonna be like that!"

"Pigsy-"

"Don't 'Pigsy' me! I'm not some stupid kid you can just tell to calm down, alright? We're not kids anymore! If you got something to say, you can say it like an adult!"

Tang was about to say something before the distressed screaming of MK cut him off before he could even get a word in.

"Shit." Macaque mumbled to himself, running over to MK and cradling his head as he kept on screaming and squirming in pain.

"What… What the hell do I do, kid?"

MK kept on screaming, not seeming to hear a thing Macaque said, writhing in pain on the bed as if he were possessed by the ink himself.

"Argh! Shut up, kid, shut up!" Macaque shouted, hoping the sound of his voice would break through MK's panic. But his words fell on deaf ears as the screaming continued.

Pigsy and Tang were just about ready to run over to the poor kid to see what was going on with him before he jerked and suddenly sat up, running towards the bathroom.

He was about to vomit, but it was too late.

MK fell down onto the floor and threw up a pile of black sludge onto the tiles.

---

Mei lay in her bed, scrolling through her phone. Her fingers swiped lazily through social media posts.

"Hmm. Nothing interesting going on in Monkiegram right now.. might go to MK's place and play Monkey Mech with him."

Mei sighed as she tossed her phone onto her nightstand. The glow of the screen dimmed, leaving the room in a soft, ambient light.

She shifted in her bed, the thoughts of the mundane scrolling through social media not providing the distraction she craved.

With a sudden decision, she pushed herself up and off the bed, the plush carpet under her feet muffling her steps as she made her way to the door.

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The sun shone brightly through the window, painting the entire world in a vibrant orange hue.

As Mei stepped outside, she inhaled deeply, taking in the freshness of the morning air as she walked briskly along the pavement.

"Wow. It smells great out here today.."

She paused momentarily, closing her eyes as she inhaled deeply again. A breeze tickled her face, making her feel relaxed and refreshed.

Suddenly, her stomach grumbled loudly, reminding her that she hadn't eaten since breakfast the day before.

"Oh, man, I haven't had lunch yet, have I? Well, good thing I'm headed towards ol' Pigsy's, might snag a bowl from Tang if I'm lucky! Mmm, I can just imagine the smell of the noodle soup!"

Feeling energized from walking, Mei picked up the pace, hurrying towards Pigsy's store.

As she rounded the corner, however, she came to a stop as she saw the "CLOSED" sign at the noodle shop. Mei couldn't help but stare blankly at the sign before her, her brow furrowed in confusion. She looked back and forth between the shop and the sign a few times, trying to figure out why no one was inside.

After looking around a bit more, she shrugged and began to walk away from the shop before she heard a loud clattering sound coming from MK's apartment, which was on top the shop.

"Wait, what? Did someone break in!?"

Without hesitation, Mei dashed towards the entrance of the shop, only to find the door locked, and a piece of paper taped neatly to the glass. She removed the piece of paper and read it, noticing that it read "Sorry. Please come back tomorrow".

Mei crumpled up the paper and tossed it somewhere without a second thought. Maybe Pigsy wouldn't mind anyway. Then she kicked the door open using a trick she saw online.

"Hey! Hey, Pigsy? Are you in there?"

She glanced around the shop, finding nothing else to indicate that anyone was home.

"Um… hello?" She called out, raising her eyebrows in concern. "Is anybody here?"

No response.

With that, Mei decided to look around further. As she passed the counter, she could hear muffled arguing from upstairs. Curiosity getting the better of her, she crept up the stairs until she reached the hallway, peering into the first door she came across. Inside, she found Macaque kneeling on the ground, his arm around MK as he dry-heaved.

As soon as he saw Mei, he raised his head with a frightened expression.

"Mei. Don't come any closer."

"Eh? Why not?"

"Just stay back please… I, uh…. I'll explain everything later. Just keep back, okay? You shouldn't see this kind of stuff."

"But, but I wanna know what's going on!"

"I said I'll explain later! Just stay back!"

Mei frowned. "Fine. But I swear if you hurt my friend or anything, I will personally shove this sword where the sun don't shine."

Macaque let out a sigh of relief. "Thank you. And don't do that."

"Yeah yeah… Whatever. Now, are you going to give me answers, or what?"

"I promise, I'll tell you everything."

"I hope so."

The two remained silent for a while as Macaque patted MK's back while MK was suffering.

"O-Okay, I think I'm done…" MK sighed, wiping his mouth with the back of his wrist.

"Are you feeling better? How are your symptoms? Can you tell me?"

"Better, yeah. My throat still hurts though. And my body feels weak…"

"That's to be expected, considering what happened to you yesterday. Also, Mei's here to visit you."

Mei waved awkwardly at MK, who gave her a warm smile.

"Now, Macaque? Care to explain what happened to my best friend? Or are you not telling me something important?"

"Ah… well, I… actually have a lot of explaining to do, if you want to hear it."

"It must have been pretty bad, if you're acting like this."

Cue Macaque catching Mei up on everything. From the events leading up to it, to what happened after they left the dojo, to their current situation. The story ended with them sitting in silence, contemplating everything that had been said.

Macaque was the first one to speak up again.

"So, what do you think? Do you believe us now?"

"… I honestly don't know, Mac."

Next

#lmk #lmk au #lego monkie kid #unidentified ink syndrome #lmk mk #lmk macaque #lmk tang #lmk pigsy #lmk mei

[pinyeti]

ALLEY ROSE BY CONAN GRAY BRIDGE FOR ZORO AND SANJI??????

ARE YOU KIDDING ME?????

sanji (first half):

And I don't even care If it makes me sound insane [sanji is canonically batshit crazy]

I ran my fingers through your HAIR (SANJIS OBSESSION WITH ZOROS HAIR are you telling me thats not all he EVER talks about ever)

and I thanked God to touch the flame' (zoro THE ONLY FLAME THAT COULD BURN HIM WHEN HES BEEN DEALING WITH FIRE ALL HIS LIFE?? THAT HE HID FROM FOR SO LONG THAT HES FACING HEAD ON NOW)

cause I swore necks were made for bruisin' (judge being a bitch.)

i swore lips were made for lies (sanji's 1 billion trust issues x zoro's unshakeable loyalty, how he can see right through him always always)

and I thought if you'd ever leave me [because everyone does + WHOLECAKE ANGST]

That I'd be the reason why (sanji self esteem issues and self sacrificing issues and how he genuinely believes he's the biggest problem on this earth and he hurts everyone he's close to and how worthless he is and how he doesnt deserve zoro and if this ever ends its always always his fault + WHOLECAKE ANGST ARE YOU KIDDING ME)

zoro (SECOND HALF):

and I don't even care if it's just a summer fling [zoro team I'd rather have loved and lost, zoro taking anything he can get, anything, a n y t h i n g]

if it's all experimental [zoro thinking he's just sanjis "figuring things out guy" but its okay cuz he's loved sanji forever and he'd be content with this, this is everything, he'd live in this forever, this is more than he's ever hoped for]

and you go back to safer things [being an idiot over women]

but I swore hands were made for fighting (WHATS SANJIS ONE PRINCIPLE???? WHATS ZOROS MAIN WEAPON?? HOW HE COMES TO TERMS WITH SOMEONE AS SKILLED AS SANJI NOT USING HIS HANDS????WHEN HANDS ARE JUST AS IMPORTANT TO ZORO????DO YOu SEE WHAT I MEAAAAANNNNNNN)

i swore eyes were made to cry (tell me all of one piece ISN'T them looking into each others eyes and glaring, tell me every other time zoro's gone head to head with someone else it hasn't ended in death or tears, tell me how important it is for zoro to have someone he considers his equal look him in the eye, call him a motherfucker, and live)

but you're the first person that I've seen (no one gets him this agitated, no one effects him this much, he can't let one single comment go unanswered)

who's proven that might be a lie (sanji defying expectations then being an actual menace but then he's feeding everyone but then he's got his mouth running again, sanji being absolutely unpredictable [read thriller bark] when zoro prides himself on seeing things coming, zoro's fallen heart mind and soul and there's nothing he can do about i)

I have been listening to this on loop for 2 days

I havent been able to think about anything else

I have these clear

clear

clear

image of how this goes

#IM LOSING MY MIND #sanji #onepiece #zosanart #zoro #zoro roronoa #portgas d ace #roronoa zoro #corona zoro x sanji #sanji x zoro #black leg sanji #zoro x sanji #one piece sabo #one piece sanji #opfanart #sanzo #vinsmoke sanji #fanart #swordsmanchef #onepiecefanart #zosan #Youtube

[cute-bag-of-bones]

Can't Trust A Supe

Part 14: Milk

Masterlist

Hey! I'm not back, back yet but I figured I'd post this super short part and let it set up for a time skip when I return. Not sure when I'll be back with part 15 but get ready for soilder boy!

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        Like he heard my cries, Homelander came bursting through the automatic doors of the lobby. Glass was thrown all over. I was thankful it was just the guards and I here. 

        "What happened! Why do your eyes look like that!" He boomed out making my ears ring. He didn't sound angry; it was more like fear. 

         "It looks like pepper spray sir." One of the guards said as they moved out of his way. I kept my eyes closed as much as I possibly could. Needing to seem like an innocent victim I reach out my arms to Homelander for him to hold me. He pushes my arms down and grabs my head and tilts it back. His brutish thumbs pry my eyes open. 

          "You're hurting me!" I cry out as I try to push his hands away from my face. He stopped and let my head fall before he turned his frustration on the guards. 

        "Who! Who did this!?" He screamed, the windows threatened to shatter at the sheer volume of his voice. The guards grabbed their ears and cowarded from him. 

         "We don't know sir, please!" One begged. I had to step in or he was going to hurt these men for nothing other than trying to help. 

          "He's in the penthouse. Take me, I'll show you him." I say as I reach out for him again. My eyes firmly closed. I crawl towards where I last heard his voice. Finding his cape I grab onto it. He leans down and picks me up. I clung to him desperately, I needed to get him away from these people. 

          With my eyes closed I wasn't sure but I think he took the quick way up. I felt the air brush against my face until he landed. I take a small peek and see the living room. He sat me down and found the body right away. I felt even more helpless than normal without my sight. 

         "Good God what did you do to him, Simone?" He asked as his footsteps got further and further. 

          "I pulled his esophagus from his neck. It's a big long tube. It was the first thing I saw. So I grabbed it." I say as I blindly fumble for the sofa to crawl onto. 

         "What was a man doing in my penthouse?" He asked, sounding suspicious. 

        "He brought the pizza. He is a guard or I thought he was. He tried to attack me. He hated me, said I was using you. He scared me so bad. I didn't want to kill him." I begin to cry, really trying to milk how helpless I looked. Homelander made an annoyed sound as he came over to me. He didn't seem all that moved by my display.

        "Come on, let's get your eyes flushed out." He said as he lifted me again. Struggling to open my eyes I look up at him as he takes us to the kitchen. 

         "What about him?" I ask as Homelander sets me down in front of the sink. 

          "I know what to do with Pete." He said as he got some milk from the fridge.

          "Pete? You know him?" I ask, closing my eyes again. 

           "Yep he was my stalker. Completely harmless to me, I guess I didn't think about him trying something with you." Homelander said as he took me by the back of the neck and guided me to bend over the sink like I was washing my hair. Tilting my head to the side he started pouring milk into my eyes. 

        "You have stalkers? Why not kill them?" I ask as I try to open my eyes under the stream of milk. 

         "Some I do. Pete ran my biggest fan account on Twitter so he was useful. Not like he could hurt me." Homelander said as he took off his gloves and gently opened my eyes for me. Of course Homelander wouldn't want to kill someone who was inflating his ego. 

         "Well he was a creep." I say as Homelander pours more milk into my eyes. He chuckled.

        "Yeah he was. He touch you?" 

        "Yeah we got in a fight. That's when he sprayed me. It was a lie of course. He didn't try to hurt me but I needed someway to explain his busted up face M.M. gave him.

         "You did that? His face looks like ground beef." He sounded proud. I stood up straight and he handed me a towel for my eyes. 

         "Yeah he wasn't really a fighter." I say as I pat my face dry. 

         "Must not have been. You don't have a scrape on you." He says as he grabs my hand and looked at my knuckles. I knew the fact my knuckles were completely clear of any kind of cuts or bruises would give me away. I pulled my hand back and looked up at him terrified. "Who else was here?" His relaxed attitude changed quickly as he questioned me. 

         "No one! It was just me! I healed the cuts on my hands." I say as I back up a bit from him. 

          "How? You could hardly open your eyes. How did you heal them without seeing them?" He asked as he took a few steps forward, trapping me between him and the stove. 

          "I just did! Get away from me!" I yell as I try to push him back. He only steps closer pushing my back against the buttons to the stove top. They dug into my skin through my shirt.

          "Who else was here! You are too much of a pussy to use your bare hands now tell me who!" He roared out. He pressed himself against me so tightly I felt one of the turning knobs to the stove break off against my back under the pressure. 

            "No one! Check the cameras! He was the only one who came in here!" I cry out in pain. He takes a step back and pulls out his phone. I was quick to move from the stove and tried to run past him to safety but he grabbed the back of my hair as he checked the hall cameras on his phone. 

           He pulled me over to look at the screen. thumbing through the footage he didn't find anything. I was amazed how well Frenchie's tool worked. There wasn't any sign of them. Just the crazed fan. Homelander closed his phone and looked down at me. 

          "I told you, it was me. He had a soft face. I didn't even hit him that hard." I say, smiling up at him. I was doing my best to stay calm. He'd use my fast heartbeat against me. 

          "I'm going to call a guy to clean this up. Then I'm going to go and talk to the people in the lobby, see if they saw anything." He said as he hosted me over his shoulder and stepped past the body. Struggling against him would be useless so I let myself dangle as he steps into my room. He sets me down on my bed. 

          Grabbing the lower half of my face he turned it side to side, seemingly getting one last look at my eyes before he left to investigate. Once satisfied he's done everything he could for them he leaves without a word. 

         It was obvious he didn't believe me. Maybe he was hoping I'd make it easy on him and just confess my sins and tell him what really happened but it would be a cold day in hell when I tell him anything I don't have to. 

         I was happy to stay in my room for a while letting him try and figure out what really happened. I knew the only things that could give me away were in this very room, my phone and chip. 

         I lay down and rest my eyes as I hear shuffling and talking just outside the door. It was probably a cleaning crew of sorts or maybe it was just Homelander disposing of the man himself. 

          After an hour or so Homelander enters my room. His hands folded behind his back. 

         "Well killer, have anything to say to me?" He asks as he leans against the doorframe. I roll over in bed to look at him confused. 

        "Goodnight?" I ask as I rub my eyes. He rolls his eyes and looks a bit annoyed.

         "How about thank you? Thank you dad for getting rid of a body for me. Try that." He says with a cocky grin. What would he rather me do? Let the guy run around the apartment? Let him pepper spray me? He was secretly pleased I killed that man. If I was being charitable I'd say he was happy this happened because it meant I can defend myself. In reality I think he was so happy because he got to hold another murder over my head. 

         "Right, thanks… Dad for hiding a body?" I didn't sound very convincing but he took it anyway. 

          "You are very welcome. Ashley has planned a few interviews for you tomorrow for the Vaught social media accounts. You are going to have to wear those ridiculous three eyed sunglasses. If anyone asks about your puffy eyes, tell them it's allergies. I'll be in the area doing my own interviews. Think you can handle flying solo?" He asked as he stepped into the room. It seemed pretty quick to get me in front of a camera by myself but I wasn't to worry. It was Vaught, it wouldn't be any groundbreaking journalism, just a puff piece.

         "Yeah I got it." I say as I nod. It was a good thing how much faith he seemed to have in my PR skills. It gives me more freedom to speak to a wider audience.

        I wasn't sure what Billy had in mind but he's probably thinking if we can't kill him at least we can kill his career. I got a kick out of the idea of outing him as the homicidal obsessive maniac that he is. It was a small thrill that grew in my chest everyday I daydreamed about it. 

        He looked around my room for a second and picked up some of the toys from the floor and put them on a shelf where they will just fall again the next time he yells. 

         "I really thought you were younger. It wasn't intentional, I figured if you kept that ugly doll of me you might like other dolls." He said as he brushed down the hair on a Maeve action figure. He grinned a little and looked back at me. "Once things settle down I'll make sure we get you a more age appropriate room. After all, if we ever make a family vlog you can't be seen in this embarrassment of a room." He made a cringing face just at the thought. I just nod with a smile. The less I say the better. I try not to interrupt him when he's being somewhat reasonable.

          He mills around the room for a bit longer. The sudden interest in the room worried me. Why was he just loitering here? He wasn't even looking at me; his focus was on the finer details of the room. 

           "Hey um Homie? I was going to get some shut eye if that's alright with you." I intentionally try to butter him up with the abbreviation of his name. It seemed to please him. He smiled wide as he turned his attention to me. 

          "Homie? That's sweet, yeah alright. But in public I'm dad got it?" He asks with a wink. I nod back.

          "I remember." I say with a chuckle. 

          "Alright well I'll let you sleep. See you tomorrow." He sounds so normal sometimes it's jarring to say the least. 

          "Yeah night." I say as I roll over. He leaves the door cracked open an inch like normal and seemed to have gone to his room. 

           As my new routine dictated I waited for him to go to sleep before I pulled out my phone. I texted Billy everything that went down even though I was sure the guys had already told him. 

          Afterwards I cleared the phone and looked for a new hiding spot for it and the charger. If he planned to redo the room I knew he'd snoop so I needed to be more clever. 

          Crawling around on the floor I found what I needed: a loose floorboard. Popping the board up I placed the stuff inside and put it back in place. To ensure I'd find it again I took my nail and pressed a tiny X in it. 

       Getting back into bed I feel much better about this spot. He'd have no reason to change the dark floorboards of the room. 

       That night I managed to get a great night of sleep for the first time in a while. I felt like finally I had a leg up on him. He might be stronger and faster than me, maybe even smarter but thanks to his own greed I finally have a nuclear option, a card I can play at any moment that would end it all. Unfortunately it would probably be the death of me and many others if not done correctly.

          He gave me a direct line to the public. One well worded statement to the news and his empire of blood and intimidation would come crashing down and crush him beneath the tremendous weight. Not yet though, I had to wait for the perfect time. If I was rash about it he'd make me regret it. 

       For now I will just have to play along. I was wrong in the past for playing fawn with him. Homelander was much smarter than he'd let on. He knew I wasn't the servile type. He knew I was my mother's daughter. The nicer I was to him the less I fought the more he knew how much I was faking it. I couldn't be too sweet, I couldn't be too mean. If I bruise his ego he'd snap and might hurt me or someone else. Yet again this game I'm forced to play comes down to a painfully delicate balancing act. I'm walking on a barbed wire tightrope, below me is certain death. One small dip, or flinch to the side and it would be over. 

       I wasn't sure why he was being so nice but I wasn't dumb enough to think it would last. Despite his almost docile and apologetic attitude in the last few hours I couldn't help but feel it was the calm before the storm. Something was coming, something very bad. 

#platonic homelander #fanfic #billy butcher #homelander #the boys #hughie campbell #frenchie #mothers milk #yandere homelander #oc stuff

[alwaysthefool]

not your type (sakunosuke oda x reader)

tags 🏷; fluff, comfort, kissing

Why always me... You thought, as the same situation unfolded before you. "I seriously hate this attitude of yours." Another unsolicited lecture by another guy who you had no interest in. "You purposely lead people on, and then act like you did nothing." You could almost laugh. This random man you had decided to be nice to thought you'd just listen to whatever mess he had to say, without retorting. You prepared your own speech as he went on commenting on your 'loose character', only for the door of the office to burst open.

Instead of getting to hear what you wanted, that man was met with a mean punch from Oda, making him immediately collapse, holding his jaw that could babble no more. You wanted to laugh, but were also slightly disappointed the guy would be too disoriented to listen to your comeback. He attempted to say something, looking wildly at the two of you who seemed least concerned with his condition, only for you to tell him "Get the fuck out."

He scrambled out, making you turn your attention to Oda, who sat on took a seat on the couch, looking up at you who was already standing. "You were listening?" You confronted him, leaning against your desk, facing him.

"I just overheard." He seemed to think for a while, then added "I'm sorry. You didn't deserve that."

He always knew how to make you emotional with the simplest words. "Ah, whatever. It's nothing to me, I'm cool." You brushed it off with a smile.

"You don't have to laugh if you don't want to."

You bit your lip, hanging on to the desk a little tighter to stop your feelings from pouring out. He seemed to notice that, holding out his hand to you to come sit on the couch. "You and your mentor complex." You murmured, sitting on the other end of the couch, without taking his hand.

"Mentor complex?" He smiled a little.

You always know what I'm thinking, what I need to hear.

"Whatever..." You tried to even not look at him, knowing you'd cry with a few more words.

"I know you'll blame yourself for this. But, people in this world are assholes. And..." He scooted over to you, placing a back hug on your figure that leaned over the arm rest, even that friendly touch bringing the reacting you hated the most-- your heart skipping beats, blood rushing over to your head, butterflies in your stomach. All that for someone who you knew didn't like you back. That brought more tears in your eyes than the incidents of the day. Another unrequited love. Just perfect.

"It's okay to cry." He whispered as you eased into the hug, turning to him to hug him back, burying your face in his shoulder instead of his chest. You knew you'd get much worse if you got that close to his heart.

"I just..." You spoke through sobs that came from having to maintain that respectable distance. You eventually sighed and pulled away, trying to be cool again, telling him he wasn't allowed to share that with anyone, not daring to meet his gaze that could only stare at your pretty red face.

"I don't know who to trust." You finally spoke truthfully.

"Why didn't you just ask me?"

"You're not my-" You bit your tongue. What were you saying? You wondered what to say next. Apologise? But for what? Maybe you could shoot your shot and shamelessly flirt? No, you weren't his type. You couldn't be a good man's type.

Oda smiled at you before you could think of a response. "I know. I'm not your type."

"What?!" You said incredulously. Was he being serious? His eyes slightly widened. Even for someone with his ability, he couldn't anticipate your tone. And you could almost laugh. "You're everyone's type. I'm the one who's not your type, let's be honest. I'm-"

"Hold on hold on hold on." Oda straightened himself on the couch, using his hands to speak with gestures. "Who are you to decide what my type is? I think you're a wonderful person, and I'd love to take you out." That man always had something witty to say, and you hated him for it. He simply smiled at you, probably already knowing what you'd say in response to that.

"Ugh. Fuck your ability." You clutched your face in your hands, hiding from the embarrassment. "Fuck how tall you are, how you seem to know everything, and-"

He grabbed your hands and pulled them away from your face, making you face him. "I know. I'm sorry." He didn't even seem to care for his words as he effortlessly pulled you on to his lap, making every mechanism in your body go haywire.

"Sorry for being hot?"

Oda laughed at that comment that seemed to come out of nowhere. You put your arms around his neck, leaning further into him, as his lips grazed your bottom lip, slowly taking them in, one of his arms grabbing your waist, pulling you even closer, as the other that predicted you'd need to position yourself comfortably on his lap helped you do the same, eventually resting on your thigh. Although it was your first kiss with him, you pushed your body against his desperately, struggling for short breaths in between, not wanting to break the flow.

"Someone's needy." He remarked, though with the way his arms kept your body tightly secured, he was just the same.

"You have no idea how bad I needed you." The words that came out of your mouth carried seriousness and sorrow, making him touch his forehead to yours to comfort you further. Even at that moment, you were astounded by how emotionally intelligent he was, how he just seemed to know what you needed even when you didn't.

"I promise I'll protect you from now on." He slithered his hand to stroke your exposed torso skin reassuringly, the other holding the back of your head. Just how is he so perfect? "I'll protect you from all these guys that are after your body, and I'll be with you whenever I can."

"A satisfactory response." You smiled, taking his lips into yours again for a momentary gentle kiss, hiding your face in the crook of his neck before asking any more questions that you knew would be met with the most heart-fluttering response. "And what about when you're not around?"

"You can tell them your boyfriend's in the mafia." You cringed a little at just how corny he was being, both of you sharing a laugh, but would probably actually have to use that at some point.

#hello! I’m youjustfeelused from ao3 #I’m posting my works here as well. feel free to request #bsd #bsd x reader #bungou stray dogs #bungou stray dogs x reader #self insert fics #odasaku #headcanons #oda hcs #oda x reader

[mimiatmidnight]

Hey! How are you? Would like to say that I LOVE your blog, and I was wondering if you would like to update your top 5 H&M moments, maybe add another 5??

Folks, if you've ever wondered what is the oldest message sitting in my inbox, it's this one. (Well, I'm pretty sure there are a couple others that are a touch older but every time I try to scroll back that far, my inbox just glitches. There are . . . a lot of messages sitting in there. Sorry about that 😬). So I just want to say thank you to this anon and everyone else who has sent me tens of messages over the years asking for this updated post (unless the messages were all from the same one person all this time, in which case, my god I'd feel even GUILTIER).

It's been two years since the original, but an even wilder FIVE years since Harry and Meghan wed in one of the most consequential events in modern cultural history. What a wonderful, special day to look back on their relationship, with even more of my favorite moments between these two unlikely lovers. While writing this post, I laughed, I swooned, I cried. And I, uh, REALLY went off the rails at the end. Content warning for just the sickest, sappiest philosophizing you've ever seen. I'd apologize, but I just can't help it. Harry and Meg just have that effect on me ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

So, with one more thank you to everyone who has been so patient and kind and loving to me these past few years, let's get into it! Five(-ish, lol) more of my favorite Harry and Meghan moments:

5. WE will not look a mess

I'd be remiss not to start this list of my personal favorite H&M moments with what is, judging by the numbers, arguably the entire WORLD'S favorite H&M moment. This iconic video by twitter user @/ddarveyy is perhaps the Sussex Squad's most viral fan tweet of all time? And if qualitative evidence is more convincing to you than quantitative, this video has been blessed with the mark of being liked by none other than Madame Rhianna herself. That's certified social media Diamond. The tweet also spawned some great jokes, ranging from Virgo Harry always making sure to keep his wife looking on point, to some people speculating about certain other, ah, intimate contexts where H might have developed this habit of putting his hands in her hair.

Ahem, either way, I've always seen this touching practice of his as being in the same vein of all those times he watches out for her footing on stairs or treacherous terrain. He's always on standby, always keeping an eye on her, never 100% focused on something else when she's near. You know, just in case she needs help. Or (more likely) just in case he has an excuse to fuss over her 😏 And you know what? Harry strikes me as the kind of man who has waited a long time to have someone to fuss over, someone to worry about and take care of outside of himself. And now that he has that someone . . . well, Captain Wales reporting for motherfucking duty 🫡

BONUS MAINTENANCE FASCINATION:

Yes we're doing bonus content again -- I did say "five(-ish)" moments! The "ish" was forewarned!!!

Anyways, while we're on the topic of sentimentally rhapsodizing about Harry keeping an eye on Meg and her hair, I want to sneak in a reboot of a discussion I had with an anon a few months ago after the Netflix documentary came out. These quiet, behind-the-scenes moments where Meg is getting her dress fitted or painting her nails, and there is Harry happily watching from behind. It's a small thing, I know, but it speaks volumes to me. The intimacy that comes with watching your partner prepare herself to face the world, the peaceful trust and unspoken support. And if you think THAT is me reading too much into it, scroll back to that original discussion and watch me make myself cry over picturing Harry as a kid watching his mom go through her similar glam routine. Y'all don't even KNOW the kinds of crazy parasocial assumptions I can lose my mind over!!!!!

And while we're here barely on topic talking about the intimacy of behind-the-scenes, let's move now from the "before" preparation, to the "after" unwinding (and undressing??). One of the most bittersweet moments from the doc for me was this picture, taken after one of Harry and Meg's final royal duty events. Away from the cameras, and the press, and the people, alone in their kitchen at last. I can think of no better representation of "Leaving the world behind."

4. Meghan "My Husband" Markle

There has been much discussion over Harry being the ultimate "wife guy," and deservedly so. If I tried to put in this post every moment the man has practically glowed with the pleasure of saying "my WIFE," I'm afraid this website would crash from server overload. But a less-discussed, yet equally sweet through line is Meghan being the ultimate "husband girl." And I think no single moment is a better demonstration of this phenomenon than her opening speech last year at Invictus 2022.

Introducing her husband to the crowd of his Invictus family, Meghan said, "I could not love and respect him more, and I know that all of you feel the same. He is your fellow veteran, he's the founder of the Invictus Games, and the father to our two little ones, Archie and Lili. Please welcome my incredible husband, Prince Harry, the Duke of Sussex." And then the crowd roared, and Harry and Meghan kissed, and we got all these ooey-gooey heart eyes.

And then as Harry took the stage, overwhelmed by the love of his wife and his community, he choked up.

"Thank you my love."

And I was never the same :')

BONUS "HUSBAND GIRL" SIMPING:

At the 2021 Salute to Freedom Gala, a reporter asking, "Meghan are you proud of your husband?" And Meghan bashfully turning back to answer, "I'm always proud of him." 🫠

And one even blushier, from the African tour documentary. Somebody come pick our girl up off the FLOOR!!!!

3. BAY. BEES.

Ok so I am REALLY gonna have to restrain myself for this section, cause if I put every single heart-bursting baby moment (especially after the FEAST we were delivered through the Netflix doc), I would never be able to finish this post. So I'm just gonna highlight a select few and keep my baby fever in check (and then mayhaps rewatch the entire documentary tonight lol whoops).

Our first real baby moment ever was Harry being so delirious with joy and nerves and just like, raw energy, after the birth of his first child (and then turning around after the big birthday media announcement to thank the horses in the stable behind him 😅).

A few days later, there was a particularly famous photo of Baby King Archie meeting some regal relatives or whatever, but in THIS photo, the two irrelevant old geezers are instead replaced by the new little prince's noble steeds, Guy and Pula. An iconic family photo. Outsold the original, if you ask me 😌

The news of their pregnancy with Lili was world-stopping for many reasons, but most famously it held a powerfully touching connection with the past. Apparently accidentally, Harry and Meghan announced they were expecting their second child exactly 37 years to the day after his mother, Diana, announced she was expecting him. Two extra-special Valentine's Days to remember.

And once again, as I said at the time, I am NOT someone who is particularly occupied with imagining the spirits of the departed watching over us, nor am I crazy about inserting the memory of Diana into discussions in which she has no agency. HOWEVER . . . who could stop the wave of emotions looking at this moment, as the grandbaby she never got to meet reaches out to her photo, through glass and time, trying to hold her hand. Bruv . . . 🥲 Even a motherfucking atheist can occasionally feel God in this Chili's tonight.

I don't even have anything to say about these next two, except to wonder with awe at the universal panacea that is baby snuggles. My absolute favorites:

And lastly, to wrap up this unbearably melty baby section, I have a moment that isn't really about the babies at all. In this video you can watch here, Easter 2021, we have Mama Doria, Meg (bursting at the seams with soon-to-be Lili), the little king himself, Sir Archie, his ever-loyal canine companions, and Harry -- who stands there, on the other side of surviving so, so much, and says almost under his breath, "Come on, family, let's go." And . . . yeah. That pretty much says it all 🥹

2. My Sussex Squad Origin Story

I'm going to keep this one short, cause I know what #1 is about to be and it's a doozy. But I wanted to briefly mention a moment in Harry and Meghan lore that will forever be the most special to me, because it is the one that sucked me into this here community I still haunt to this day.

October 2018. I have just recently managed to recover my old Tumblr password and logged into this site for the first time since middle school. I am scrolling the trending pages and see "Meghan Markle" listed among the top current tags. It says she's recently announced her first pregnancy. "Huh," I think. "I kinda remember hearing she got married." I've never willingly read or watched a single solitary piece of information about the royal family ever in my life. I don't even really know who's who, outside of the members immediately surrounding Diana. But I scroll through the Meghan tag, and I see she and her new prince are on tour. I see a photo. I read the headline attached.

Is that an actual tear spilling out from the corner of my eye? I stare at the tag for a few minutes more. What is wrong with me? Maybe I'll check this page again tomorrow, just to see what else they get up to on this tour. Couldn't hurt to learn a little bit more about this couple that literally stopped me in my tracks. I wipe the back of my hand across my burning eyes. "Well," I think as I try to bring myself back to what I was doing before. "That was weird."

Ha. Little did I freaking know :')

1. A Modern Fairy Tale

And now, to end this long-winded (and -awaited, sorry again >_<) journey, if you will allow me to get a little unbearably sappy.

When I set out to write this Part 2 post in 2023, I was doubtful. Could I even muster up that same enthusiasm, that same untrampled hope with which I beamed when I wrote the original? Harry, Meghan, the world, and I have all lived a thousand lives in these brief five years. There has been so, so, so much unspeakable pain. More than anyone has a right to suffer in a lifetime, let alone half a decade. "And for what?" I've sometimes asked myself. "What is the point in trying to love when there's all this pain that follows?"

This June, we will be coming up on the 10 year anniversary of my absolute favorite Internet meme of all time: Tim Kreider's legendary New York Times Op-Ed "I Know What You Think Of Me," which gifted human history with his startlingly sincere declaration, "If we want the rewards of being loved, we have to submit to the mortifying ordeal of being known."

Well, there is perhaps no one on the planet who has submitted herself to a more painful ordeal of being known than Meghan. She has bared to the world her vulnerabilities, her quirks, her flaws, her losses, her pains. To think of the life she has lived thus far, and the life that she walked away from to be here . . . I can't pretend that I've always been certain of the righteousness of her choice. But as I was working through writing this post, I reached a point in my research where I landed back on the speech Meghan delivered on the night of her wedding, shared in their Netflix documentary. And she told, as she called it, "a modern fairy tale."

“Once upon a time, there was a girl from LA (some people called her an actress) and there was a guy from London (some people called him a prince). All those people didn’t fully get it. Because this is a love story of a boy and a girl who were meant to be together.

“Amidst whatever momentary worries that creep in, they look at each other and think, ‘Whatever world, we’re in.’

“They would love, and garden, and travel, and laugh, and rack up more air miles than any couple could have.

“And when the tides were rough, they squeezed each other tighter. ‘Nothing can break us,’ they’d say, ‘For this love, she was a fighter.’

“I appreciate, respect, and honor you, my treasure, for the family we will create . . .

“ . . . And our love story that will last forever.

“So I ask you to raise a glass to the astounding assurance that now life begins, and the everlasting knowing that, above all, love wins.”

And so, here I am once again, with real actual tears streaming down my face, listening to a woman who has crossed so many oceans and lost so much of herself to get to where she's sitting today, and yet still, STILL, speaks with the same determination and conviction in love that she had all the way back at the beginning. They have taken so much from that woman, but they have not taken this. And so if Meghan, of all people, can still believe that love is worth it all . . . well, then, how could I possibly disagree?

Happy 5th anniversary to the lovebirds, and my heartfelt wish to you all that you may find victory in joy, love, and peace, just like them.

L'chaim 🥂

#meghan markle #prince harry #harry and meghan #anniversaries #see you all again for year 10? #and to many many more 💞

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Good Omentober Day 20 - Holy Water

Prompt by @disaster-dog

Crowley is struggling to let go of the goodness that resides in him. Very loosey goosey with the prompt.

Crowley was friends with hurt now. Grief and heartbreak were strangers but a few months ago and now they were his closest companions, wearing his corporation as a suit of armour. Crowley was buried somewhere deep beneath it all.

Even after being a demon for years, his heart still yearned to be in the sweet embrace of the Almighty once again. He searched every corner of the earth to find an opportunity for redemption but all he found was his own temptation. Crowley, in many ways, wanted to be Aziraphale. An angel so trusted he could work on earth, thwarting the demon’s plans.

He wanted to be an angel again, no matter the costs. He missed his stars, he missed the tender touch of another angel and most importantly, he missed his creator.

Do you know, I could break beneath the weight

He sat perched in a high tree on a mountain, looking out at all the flying birds around him, all so beautiful. All loved creations, gorgeous creatures that were shaped by the delicate hands of angels.

A small orange bishop landed next to Crowley, its flaming orange crest amplified by the rays of sunlight streaming in through the leaves. Crowley gently offered his finger as a perch for the quaint bird who happily accepted and enjoyed their ride up to Crowley’s eyeline.

“You look a bit like me, little guy.” Crowley chuckled softly, gently scritching the bird’s neck, “Someone worked really hard on you, didn’t they?”

A pang tore through Crowley’s chest as he looked at the bird, perfectly content to perch.

“Not me. I think someone messed up when they made me.”

Of the goodness, love, I still carry for you?

In the distance, he heard a pained cry coming from the village. As a demon, he should’ve revelled in the sound but it was just too upsetting to let continue. Crowley stood up, gently prompting the bird to fly off before he spread his own wings.

In a small house in the village at the mountain’s base, another cry bellowed, carried by the wind towards the demon. He landed just outside the village before quickly striding to the house. Inside was a young girl, alone, in the cruel grasps of labour. The room was freezing and she had no support whatsoever. Crowley didn’t even have time to assess his emotions before he sprung into action, lighting a small gas lantern and moving it closer to the girl.

“Who are you?” She sobbed, her eyes brimming with warm wet tears and her hand grasping onto her top with all her strength.

The demon hesitated for a moment, before lying through his teeth, “An angel, my dear. I’m going to help you.”

That seemed to ease the young girl until another wave of pain racked her body and she doubled over, another strained cry bursting from her throat.

Crowley gently rested his hands on her back, funnelling some of his power to ease some of her pain. He then moved his hands to massage her gently, hoping to make the experience slightly better.

“I can’t do this,” She cried, her hands pressing on her ballooning belly.

Crowley had seen a few births in his time, an unfortunate side effect of tempting people into lust, but this was something different. Usually, there wasn’t this much fear. Usually, it wasn't this cold.

He gently took one of the girl’s hands into his, “Squeeze my hand in the next wave. Don’t worry about hurting me.”

“Please, just take this all away. I don’t want to do this anymore.”

That I'd walk so far just to take

Crowley spent the whole night with the girl and in the wee hours of the morning, a new baby boy took his first breath. The young girl was still deeply unwell and Crowley stayed by her side, slowly teaching her how to nurse and how to soothe the baby.

“Please, angel, what’s your name?” The young girl asked softly, the baby's body cradled comfortably in her arms as she rested in a bed.

Crowley stopped for a moment, attempting to stay calm and not let his lie slip away from him, “Anthony.”

She let out a small gasp and a small smile resided on her face, “That will be his name. Anthony.”

Crowley couldn’t stop the smile that formed on his face at that, “He’s gorgeous.”

The girl nodded softly and shifted to make sure the baby was comfortable.

At this point, Crowley wished he could bless the small form but he had already pushed the boundaries of what was allowed. Anything else would be a risk. He opted to lean down and gently kiss the top of the baby’s head.

“I must go now, my dear, but I promise, you will be okay.”

“Anthony…” She trailed off lightly, the pain still residing in her body but in many ways, overcome by love, “Thank you.” The demon gave a short nod before leaving the girl alone and returning to his perch, just in time to watch the sunrise over the horizon. He closed his eyes for a brief moment and rested his head against the trunk of the tree. As he did so, he heard the first drops of rain plopping onto the leaves.

“Almighty…” He started before readjusting, “My creator…”

He sucked a deep breath in before continuing, “Mother, please. All I ask is to be good enough for you. I cannot be as bad as they say. My heart is an angel’s heart, moulded by your own hands. How could you throw me away, like this?”

The injury of finally knowing you?

The demon heard whispers through the leaves, “Show me how angelic you are, Crowley. Show me how good you are.”

The water dropped down onto the branch with one single drop landing on Crowley’s wings. He was instantly shocked by the burning sensation that permeated throughout him. He simply couldn’t bare the pain and in his fumbling, fell off the branch onto the ground. He began to cry, the golden glow of the sun surrounding him.

Somewhere, in the midst of it all, a lost angel came and saw the demon’s drop. He raced over and inspected the wing with fresh burn marks along the shoulders. He quickly grabbed the fading demon’s hand and used a miracle to stabilise him at least.

Aziraphale let out a breath that was caught in his throat. He couldn’t heal all the damage, but he seemed to have stopped the demon from getting worse. He shielded Crowley’s crumped body with his wings, waiting for the rain to ease, all while praying the familiar fiend would manage to pry his eyes open once more.

“Crowley, what have you done?” Aziraphale asked softly, staring at the wounded pink flesh that crawled up Crowley’s wing onto his shoulder.

“I just wanted to be good.” He sniffled, his eyes still firmly shut.

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[smokeypeaches-and-honeyplums]

OOOO OKOK SO can we get hcs of mac n wukong with a super cuddly and affectionate s/o? like straight up would hold onto their partner all day if they had the chance and is always verbally affectionate and saying sweet affirming things

NO BECAUSE THIS IS LITERALLY ME. MY LOVE LANGUAGE IS PHYSICAL TOUCH AND I'M VERY HIGHLY CUDDLELY AND I IMPLODE AND CRY WHENEVER I'M UNABLE TO EXPRESS IT TO SOMEONE GRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Reader is Gender Neutral

Six Eared Macaque

He's quite touch starved I'd say and desperate for some kind words, even if he won't admit it to you

He's a bit handsy with MK and the like so I mean I don't doubt it at least a bit

Though taking into account what he'd been through, he still flinches at someone raising a hand to him or at least looks at them with distain or skepticism when you start saying kind words to him more often than not

PTSD will kick in sometimes so don't feel bad if he avoids your advances at first

He's not used to such affections neither is he used to trusting again after

Ahem

Anyways

Macaque will be standoffish when you try to offer being affectionate and cuddly and maybe scoff now and again and your words

Fight or flight will kick in when you do get to hugging him though

He'll tend to shadow away, stiffen up or squirm whenever you do it unwarrented

It's a hard habit to kill but he has a mindset that makes him feel as if he's trapped, similar to a cat when you pick it up and hold it unwarrented

So you try to ease him into it (more so from his advice/input) starting with headpats or small touches of the hand here or there and small compliments when the moment presents itself

When he gets comfortable enough with it, he'll return the favor with things like brushing your arm, hands or legs with his tail, maybe even resting it in your lap for starters when it comes with physical affection

Next level would let you hold his hand instead of brief moments of reprieve, letting you hug him for longer and he'll in turn return the gestures, given at this point he's more comfortable

It's slow burn sure, but the pay out is so much worth it

He won't say it at first once he's fully transitioned into comfortability with your love language but he looks forward to your hugs and words of affirmation

It inflates his ego, solidifies how he feels about you and he feels so safe

He'll still be some form of on edge considering

Ahem

So he'll tend to have intrusive thoughts about it now and again even when you try your hardest

REAL difficult undoing almost an eon of trauma

But that doesn't mean he doesn't appreciate it all the same regardless

Macaque cherishes you still, and he loves the love you give him after even when going through a rough patch

So he'll hold you close for as long as he can, just as you do the same for him

canyoutellimbias

Sun Wukong (Monkey King)

Ok so for starters

I'm sure it'll be an easier road than it was with Macaque despite the same, if not even more baggage to get through

But in comparison, I'd say your affection and words of affirmation HELP Sun Wukong faster and easier than with Macaque

It may inflate his ego when you're throwing words of affirmation time and time again

He is the self proclaimed Great Sage, Equal to Heaven and all

But eventually (sooner than you'd think too) he'll be less boastful and more flustured, given his insecurities, and your affectionate and loving touches only add fuel to the fire

I'm sure for those who watched Monkey King Reborn know he got easily flustured and almost dropped his staff once he was complimented because he's not used to such sincerities, the gif is going around as well with the scene I'm talking about

So I'm certain it carries for LMK Sun Wukong no matter how boastful and arrogant he may come across

If anything, it's only to accomodate for the lack there of

So you'll find yourself with a very flustured and sometimes stammering King before you whenever you keep complimenting him and showing him such unabided affection

But don't get too comfortable because this won't last for too long

He'll eventually go back to the boastful King again only this time with less gauze and more confidence with you backing him

Less of "Yeah, only expected from the great sage himself" to more "I am pretty great, aren't I?"

You give him a sense of REAL confidence compared to the facade he sometimes puts up

Just like how it drops and tones down when he's left remotely powerless during s3, it's the same with you where you kinda help him reflect more

You and MK are his cheerleaders, so he feels more of a need to live up to your exceptations compared to everyone else

Learns to value more of the opinions of his close circle than the image everyone excepts of THE Great Monkey King

Whoops going a bit off track here

Anyways though, he'll return the favor tenfold once he's in that more tamed mindset

His hugs are warm and addictive, making you cling onto him all the more often

Couldn't get you off of him one day

"Lucky he has nothing to do today" he said

Besides, he likes the warm feeling of his S/O beside him

It gives him a special comfort he hasn't felt in...

How long has it been?

Doesn't matter

Not like he'd trade this for anything else anyways

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