#i can't stop sobbing my chest hurts so fucking much

[ninothebirb]

WE WERE ONCE ONE

Content Warning: Angst, fluff, implied sex, gn!reader, one sided love, minors dni, cheesy stuff?, mental trauma, etc

Please read the previous chapters (1, 2, 3) and the prologue if you haven't already!

Chapter 4: You and me

Might be the last chapter I think.

You spent the next few weeks locking yourself up, refusing to interact with anyone. Jing Yuan would visit you everyday, only to be told by Bailu that you weren't taking any visitors. Until he snapped, and snuck into your room from the window instead.

"Jing Yuan- seriously?" You threw the pillow you were clutching onto, on his face. "Hey, I can't stand seeing you like this." He rolled his eyes, shrugging off the pillow and walking over to your bed. "I'm pissed at you. So much." His tone changed almost immediately, it was somewhat a mix of worry and frustration.

"Why are you angry? I should be pissed at you, not the other way around." You glared at him, those gorgeous orbs of yours were hurt. He could see it, he could see the pain behind them. "Fuck (reader) you don't get it...you just wouldn't move on! You- went ahead and blindly depended on his existence- without considering any fucking factors!!"

This was the first time you had heard him raise his voice, and your natural reaction was to flinch. "Do you have any idea- how much I care for you- how much I worry every time for your mental fucking state. I wish that we would go back to them time when you trusted me with your life!" His hands were gripping your shoulders tight by now, trembling and shaking.

You were speechless, Jing Yuan, the smug general was on the verge of tears in front of your very eyes. "You refused to- to even hear what I had to say a-and- you left me alone- I hate you so much for that, but I fucking love you too." The intensity of the moment was eating you up, you thought he was the one without any suffering. Turns out this man had been going just as crazy as everyone in the post high cloud quintet.

"Y-You- you what?! Jing Yuan- you know I've devoted my whole being to Dan Feng how could you ever-" You were suddenly interrupted by him pulling you close to his heart, and you could hear his sniffles and sobs. "Please...give me a chance-" Nothing could describe the amount of emotions you were feeling. Confusion? Anxiety? Whatever it was, it was incomprehensible.

The two of you stayed like that for a while, his heartbeat was loud and his crying had fainted away. "You're an idiot." You mumbled against his chest softly, not sure how to respond to what he had just said. You gently retracted from the hug when you got no answer, only to find out he had fallen asleep.

The thought of Jing Yuan liking you all this time led you to a plethora of confusing thoughts. He had been your best friend- but you never saw him in that way. But- your heart worked in a different way. Being so deprived of affection and the feeling of being wanted for all these years made you have second thoughts.

You placed a blanket on him, and walked over to your balcony, indulging in the unsolved puzzle that your mind had turned into. You glanced back at Jing Yuan, going into a completely different relationship wasn't the best idea- but it was something you desired deeply. Dan Feng had moved on- going so far as to change his name. He didn't do it on purpose however, his memories had been wiped out.

Maybe...you needed some change. Maybe you could give this a chance and let yourself go for the time being. After all- you could never had predicted at that time what a future could uphold, so you couldn't predict it now either.

After a few hours, Jing Yuan had woken up with you sitting by his side. "I'm sorry..." He whispered softly, getting up. "Why?" You placed down the book you were reading, he was about to leave. You immediately grabbed a hold of his hand, making him stop in his steps. "I really shouldn't have said all that I-"

Your lips were now connected in a soft and sensual kiss, it was a gentle touch between you two. As if nothing mattered in that very moment except for you and Jing Yuan. He was left gaping after the kiss- completely jaw dropped. "I...thought about it- I s'pose...we can try.." You spoke so gently, walking up closer to him. He wrapped his arms around you once again- keeping you in his embrace. But this time it wasn't for comfort- it was to share what you had made. Together.

And that very night you guys fuck. Be top or bottom you can imagine whatever you want.

#jing yuan x gn reader #jing yuan x reader #honkai star rail #slow burn #honkai star rail x reader #gn reader #gender neutral reader #hsr #wewereonceone #romance #hsr fluff #fluffy #Jing Yuan x gender neutral reader

[theabbystabby]

So the Definitive Edition of LISA The Painful/Joyful just got announced and I remembered how this game utterly destroyed me for two full days... I just want Brad, Rando, and Buddy to be happy... They deserved better...

#LISA #Lisa The Painful #Lisa The Joyful #Brad Armstrong #Buddy Armstrong #Fanart #My Art #I'm not coping!! #(yes I am) #(and I'll never stop trying to cope) #I'm not exaggerating when I say how badly this game ruined me for two days #Like i cried so much and my chest hurt #The game is very very funny and dark but the end? #Fuck me dude #I don't think any other piece of media has wrecked me like that #Ever #Can't wait to be destroyed again :') #I know Brad did a lot of horrible things BUT IF YOU DIDN'T HUG HIM AT THE END YOU'RE HEARTLESS #sobbing and choking on my own snot

[silkscream]

blessing

ੈ✩ yuuta okkotsu x reader

ੈ✩ cw: smut (minors dni, ageless + blank blogs will be blocked), unprotected sex, soft dom!yuuta, dacryphilia, oral sex, overstimulation, delayed orgasms, he's a little mean, slight yandere vibes because. it's yuuta.

ੈ✩ wc: 1.1k

ੈ✩ a/n: i'm on my soft dom!yuuta agenda. i also can't write him without feeling fucking insane

yuuta okkotsu is a gentleman. he holds the door open for you, gives you his jacket when you’re cold, has your ramen order memorized. everything about him is gossamer-soft, too. the cadence of his speech, the lithe way he moves, even though his lankiness has been replaced with lean muscle since you first met him.

yuuta okkotsu is gentle. just not when he fucks you.

it’s ironic, though, because his tone is still gentle. the rasp of his voice is low, quietly masculine, haunting, but still full of adoration. it’s alluring more than anything. he reminds you of the vampires you used to lust over from your childhood fantasy books. dark hair, dark eyes.

the essence of him is unfathomable to you — you can’t find the word for it, but it’s something akin to eve’s apple. how tempting he is, how much you’d let him ruin you, bruise the fruit of your flesh with his teeth.

he tells you to open your mouth. at the moment, he’s in between your legs, mouth slick with your cum, and he reaches to set his fingers onto your tongue. a small push and you choke on the taste of yourself.

it’s dirty. but when it’s yuuta, it purifies you. makes you his angel. you believe him like a god when he tells you as such.

“so sweet, don’t you think?” he murmurs. “my sweet girl. the best girl, yeah?”

“yes,” you cry.

he’s coaxed at least three orgasms from you in the past hour with his mouth and fingers alone. with bliss also comes pain, and the way he coos your name and calls you his good fucking girl feels like a divine reward in itself. he licks your tears, pride swelling in his chest.

“how about another for me, huh, baby?” he bites into the meat of your thigh as he circles your clit with his fingertip again, chuckling at the way you shake.

“i—i can’t."

“can’t?” yuuta raises a brow. he looks beautiful in between your legs. there’s something oddly terrifying about it despite how beautiful. “i know you can. i know you will.”

“yuuta, please—”

“you’ve done it before, haven’t you? usually take whatever i give you, every fucking time, right?”

“s’too much,” you sob.

he tuts. rounds his full lips into a taunting pout.

“want my cock, then, don’t you? poor girl, you should’ve just asked.”

(you couldn’t have. you know better.)

“please, please—”

you don’t even get to finish begging before he’s buried inside you. pushed to the hilt, his tip kissing your cervix with bruising force. he wipes away your tears as if he isn’t the cause of them.

“too rough?”

“n-no.”

but it hurts. it hurts in the way it feels too good, too sensitive after the amount he’s made you cum. he hasn’t even been inside you for a full minute and you already feel the ache in your abdomen ready to burst into flames.

the sweet nothings he whispers into your temple are loving and affectionate, but the way he rolls his hips into you is mean. he has his hand snake up to squeeze your breast, nicking your nipple with the grit of his teeth just so he can hear you mewl like a wounded kitten. it’s one of his favorite sounds.

his palm settles on your neck after, gentle still despite his other hand nearly bruising the fat above your hip.

he knows you’re close from the way your eyes blank out, glazed over in bliss as he tightens his hand around your throat.

“close, baby, i’m—”

and then the bastard stops. chuckles against your jaw at the way you cry as he thrusts into you so agonizingly slow. unsteady. taunting.

“yuuta!”

“’m sorry baby, did you wanna cum? i just thought you wanted me to hold out for longer. it’s nice like this, see?”

“fuck, yuu—”

“that’s not very nice,” he grins. he ruts into you extra hard, just once.

“that’s not what i meant,” you whine.

“wanna cum? just ask.”

you know you can’t just ask. you know he means he wants you to beg.

“pleasemakemecum, please, please!”

“yeah, why should i?”

“’cause ‘m your girl,” you slur. he loves you like this. wet mouth all slack, cheeks flushed like a nymph in a baroque painting.

he pulls out, then, drawing out another moan from you, just to flip you over onto your stomach. your hair is bunched up into his fist while his teeth are on your shoulder. when you feel him again, your walls full of him, you feel even dizzier than before.

“yeah, my good fucking girl,” he groans against your skin. “so good. so sweet to me.”

yuuta has never been an apostle of hedonism. he’s always reserved himself, the parts of him that wanted, thinking that his love and devotion would only curse other people.

when you came along and loved him so irrevocably, he felt reborn. drunk on pleasure. being with you makes him realize that it’s okay to take. he deserves it, doesn’t he, after everything?

you have him on a leash and you don’t even know. it’s why he likes to play with you so cruelly like this — to have his cake and eat it, too. because the way he controls you in the oasis of your bedroom, the way he marks you up and swallows you down like honey — it’s what you want as much as him. and he’d rather die than not give you everything you want. even if he’s a little mean.

if he was a curse of a boy, you were his blessing.

“yuuta, i’m gonna cum,” you gasp. as you clutch the bedsheets, he covers your hand with his, engulfing it, entangling your fingers together. “cum with me, please—”

he wants to open his mouth to speak, anything to push you over the edge, but he’s as breathless as you are. consumed in your skin, in your cunt. he pulls your face toward his, instead, swallowing down your moans as he spills inside of you. you convulse, your orgasm like a lightning strike.

yuuta laughs softly against your mouth and soothes the bruised parts of you with his palms gently.

“you were so mean today,” you sigh.

“i’m sorry, baby,” he says, nuzzling your neck. “had a bad day, but i feel much better now. let me run you a bath, okay?”

you hum dreamily as your lover leaves you. the fuzz in your head satiates you. empty-minded except for him. and when he has you in warm water, hands washing your wet hair, yuuta feels blessed. baptized in tenderness.

#jjk smut #jjk x you #yuuta smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #okkotsu yuuta smut #okkotsu yuuta x you #okkotsu yuuta x reader #yuuta x reader #yuuta x you #okkotsu yuta x you

[urdepressedslut]

Hello lovely,

I saw your post that your requests are open, so I will give it a try =)

Imagine Bucky and reader are best friends but they have a huge argument and now they don't talk to each other for days. She's feeling really bad, missing him. He is her most important person and now without interacting with him for days, she's feeling lost and lonely and heartbroken. Maybe she has not a super power and is only a normal human, helping the Avengers with IT or something. Due to the argument with her best friend and not talking to Bucky (Bucky ignores her completely) she begins to feel it not only mental but also physically. She can't eat probably and at the end falls deathly sick.... With a fluffy happy ending and a worried and protective Bucky

Please. That would be nice.

Take care honey

oh my goodness— my heart 😭❤️ the angst is gonna hurt, but i’m such a sucker for it. i had so much fun writing this one, thank you for requesting and i hope you like it🥰

Love Hurts

♡ Pairing: Beefy!Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

♡ Summary: You and Bucky get into a heated argument, things are said and done and now he won’t speak to you. You don’t think you can handle him ignoring your existence.

♡ Warnings: language, mentions of bucky’s trauma, heavy angst, malnourishment, depression, anxiety/panic attacks, minor injuries, hospitalization, suicidal ideation, self hate, literally hurt just writing this

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MINORS DO NOT INTERACT | MATURE CONTENT 18+

Your nails bit into your palm, denting the flesh— threatening to pierce the delicate skin. It was all to hold yourself back, distract you from the words that wanted to burst out.

It was becoming a sickening routine, Bucky was reckless and had yet another near death experience on his recent mission. The anxiety and the nerves stopping your body from functioning— the dreaded wait for his jet to arrive back at the compound. You shouldn’t have to be used of receiving the call that he had yet again made a reckless move— but you were starting to discover a pattern.

It did nothing to ease the panic that swirled in your chest every time he left for missions. You’d sob, throwing up everything you had eaten that day— unable to stomach anything with the idea that Bucky was on a mission. You never found your anxiety to be so severe— but when Bucky was even mentioned about going on a mission… it spiked.

That’s where you found yourself in his room, watching him pace the space— avoiding your frustrated stare. You weren’t angry at him per say— you were angry that he didn’t value his life.

“Seriously (Y/n)— you get so worked up over nothing. I’m here and alive— isn’t that enough?” He exclaimed, throwing his hands up in frustration.

You pressed your nails tighter to your palm, yet the pain couldn’t stop your thundering thoughts.

“You’re here and alive now, until you do some stupid shit like this again and are dead!” You hissed, trying to keep your voice low but you didn’t know how much longer you could control yourself.

He glared at you, squinting his eyes in anger and then rolling his eyes.

“Oh for fucks sake— can you stop fucking babying me? I can handle myself!” He raised his voice, his metal arm whirring.

“I’m not babying you— I’m just scared you’re gonna get yourself killed. Do you care about your life at all?” You asked him aggressively, your voice raising just a tad.

He took a long pause, staring at you with his face void of emotion— only annoyance.

“Not really.” He admitted.

You were taken back, although you had these conversations with him a time or twenty. It was an ongoing process to get him to slowly love himself— his past as The Winter Soldier torturing his soul. He was so convinced he wasn’t deserving of anything, not even a roof over his head. It was a struggle to help him, but you weren’t going to give up on him.

“You realize if anything ever happened to you I—” Your voice broke, needing a breath, “Buck I wouldn’t know what to do with myself.”

You thought you saw his eyes flash with guilt, but before you could linger on the look for too long— his face was hardening again.

“That doesn’t sound like my problem.” He mumbled out, making your eyes widen.

You were extremely taken back from those words, your chest aching painfully— him not knowing what effect those words had on you.

“Are you fucking serious?” You asked him, your face morphing into a hurt expression, mixed with anger. “Can you just do your job without trying to kill yourself?”

His face grew red with rage and he was stomping up towards you— his face inches from yours.

“I am doing my job— very well in fact. Unlike you who just fucking sits here doing nothing!” He defended himself, his breath hitting your face in warm pants.

“Doing nothing? Buck— why are you like this?” You puffed your chest, not backing down from his towering form.

But your words seemed to have hit a nerve, as he shrunk back slightly, narrowing his gaze at you.

“Like what?”

You furrowed your brows, slowing your racing heart from the shouting— you weren’t sure you had said anything bad. Did you?

“What?” You squeaked out, nervous now.

“You said, why am I like this… like what?” He pushed, stepping closer to you now, his face still red with anger but you could see the hurt in his eyes.

You swallowed and wondered how to convince him you didn’t mean anything bad by what you said. But you were almost positive it would be an impossible task to get Bucky to listen.

“Buck, I didn’t mean anythin—”

“What— you think I’m not capable of doing my job? You think I’m still the monster hydra made me?” He spat, his chest rising and falling quicker.

“No, no Buck listen—”

That was definitely not what you meant, you could tell he was spiraling and you were still confused as to why. You would never make him think that.

“After 70 fucking years I finally have a job that I like— that I enjoy doing— I fucking help people! I’m finally doing some good and now you’re telling me I’m not capable of doing it?” He boomed, his chest puffing into yours and your stumbled back slightly. “You think I’m only capable of being a monster? Huh? Is that what you fucking think?”

You were growing scared now, the look in his eyes wild with something and you didn’t like how close he was to you— you knew he’d never hurt you but your fear overwhelmed your senses.

“Friday— call Steve and Sam in here now!” You shouted into the room, and Bucky’s eyes squinted painfully— his metal arm whirring again.

Bucky only saw one thing— you didn’t reassure him that he was thinking irrationally. You didn’t correct him that he wasn’t the monster. Instead you called for help, that you were clearly scared— because you thought he was a monster.

He was at a loss for words and just stared at you, almost through you— as his breathing was only getting heavier at the sight of your fearful eyes.

Not even minutes later, Steve and Sam were busting through the door, taking in the scene and separated you and Bucky.

“Hey— what’s going on?” Steve asked in between the two of you. “Buck, what’s wrong man?”

You couldn’t seem to find the words and just stood speechless as well— the fight startling you. This was one of the worst ones, and it was also one that still left you confused. You cursed yourself for not being careful enough with your words— but it was almost impossible to get through to him when he was on the brink of having an episode.

Sam walked closer to you, his facing morphing into concern as he took in your shocked expression.

“(Y/n)? You okay? Did he hurt you?” Sam whispered, keeping his words only between you two.

You slowly shook your head but still didn’t respond verbally.

“Okay, okay that’s good. You wanna go get a drink from downstairs? Why don’t we take a breather okay?” Sam suggested softly, big brother mode kicking in at the sight of your frazzled state.

Without another word, you left the room with Sam— missing the devastated look from Bucky.

Steve waited until the door shut, then his attention was back on Bucky.

“Buck, you gotta talk to me man— what happened?” He asked softly, watching his friend slowly relax, but it wasn’t from being in a relaxing mood— his body and mind were just exhausted from the argument.

“I fucked everything up. That’s what happened.” He mumbled, turning away from Steve to sit on the edge of his bed.

Steve followed behind but stood in front of him, shaking his head— ready to argue.

“You didn’t mess anything up, arguments happen. You guys will work it out. I know how much you mean to each other.” Steve pointed out, watching Bucky’s face unchanging.

“You didn’t see the way she looked at me— she’s scared of me I—” He shuttered, his breath shaky as he remembered your look, “I fucking scared her.”

Steve’s chest ached, the state of his friend breaking his heart. He knew Bucky meant no harm, and he almost for a fact knew that you knew that too. But Bucky for sure didn’t believe that himself.

“I didn’t see what you saw, but I can guarantee you that she’s not afraid of you. This is (Y/n) we are talking about. You are her world Buck.” Steve tried to convince him.

Bucky shook his head, running his flesh hand through his hair.

“I think I just need to stay away from her for awhile.” Bucky came up with instead.

Steve immediately started shaking his head, knowing that was the last thing he needed.

“Bucky I—”

“Please Steve… I just need some space.” Bucky pleaded, his body sagging in exhaustion.

Steve couldn’t find it in himself to argue with him anymore about this. Maybe he did need some time to himself, to cool down and gather his thoughts. Also Steve wasn’t going to force him to anything ever. After the years his pal went through— he would never make him do anything. He had enough things decided for him, and Steve wasn’t about to stoop to hydra’s level.

Meanwhile down in the kitchen, Sam was getting you a glass of water— standing across from your seated form at the island. He slid the cup across, sending a worried glance at you.

“(Y/n)?” Sam snapped his fingers getting your attention.

You were shaken from your state of staring, but even snapped out of the trance— the anxieties still swirled within you.

“Yeah sorry… I’m here.” You whispered, grabbing the glass and taking a tiny sip.

Sam gave you a quizzical expression, watching you start to slip back into a mindless stare— so he spoke up.

“You wanna tell me what happened?” He asked, genuinely curious what had went down.

He knew— hell everyone knew you and Bucky were extremely close. Best of friends, always there for one another— dancing on the line of strictly friends to lovers. Truthfully, Sam found it completely obnoxious and just wanted you two together already.

“I don’t really know… I think I said the wrong thing— I didn’t mean to make him upset.” You confessed, keeping your eyes on the countertop, not risking a glance to Sam.

“Hey, don’t beat yourself up— mistakes happen. I’m sure he’ll forgive you.” Sam told you.

You shook your head, gripping the cup tighter.

“God I hope so… I don’t know what I’d do without him.” You whispered pathetically, tears welling in your eyes.

Sam reached out to rub your arm comfortingly, trying to relax you so you didn’t start crying. He hated to see you cry— made his heart hurt.

“It’s been a long day for everyone, why don’t you go head upstairs and get some sleep. I’m sure things will have blown over by tomorrow.” He suggested and you finally met his gaze, smiling weakly and nodding.

Without saying goodbye, you stood up and headed to your room. Taking Sam’s words and playing them on repeat in your head.

Tomorrow is another day, tomorrow would be better.

God had you hoped that was the case— it only was the beginning on the torment.

You had slept in longer than usual, but overall felt refreshed. The first thing that came to mind when fully waking up was Bucky. Immediately you headed downstairs to find him— needing to talk with him— apologize.

Making it down to the kitchen, you let out a breath you didn't know you were holding in at the sight of him sitting at the island— sipping at his coffee. You furrowed your brows, thinking he'd be done with his coffee by now, since you had slept in. Your chest ached with guilt with the possibility that he didn't sleep well.

You took a deep breath before making yourself known, although you were sure be could sense you in the room— considering he was a super soldier.

"Morning Buck." You announced, walking around the island so you could face him.

He kept his gaze down at his coffee, finding the cup more interesting than you.

Okay, that’s fair. You thought, you most probably deserved that reaction.

“You sleep okay?” You asked again, picking at the skin on your nails nervously.

Again— he didn’t even lift his head. In fact, he wasn’t even acknowledging you. You waited several minutes for a response, the silence becoming thick with tension and you couldn’t stand it.

“Bucky?” You tried, and this time he lifted his head.

Your heart twinged in your chest at his bloodshot eyes, clear evidence that he hadn’t gotten good sleep. You hated yourself for causing him the stress, especially knowing he was just starting to actually get hours of sleep. It was huge progress compared to his nights either screaming awake or just staring at the walls. But now you had to go and ruin all that progress. You felt sick to your stomach— disgusted with yourself.

“I’m really sorry about last night… I didn’t like how ugly it got and I’m sorry if I said something to upset you— you know I’d never intentionally hurt you.” You told him, picking more aggressively at your nails, causing to nail beds to bleed.

You swallowed nervously when he didn’t answer right away, instead staring at you with… what was that? Disgust? You didn’t know, but you hated the look altogether.

“Bucky, please say something.” You pleaded.

Bucky lowered his gaze to his coffee again, taking a minute before he stood up and looked your way.

“I just need some space.” He told you quietly.

You were relived to have him finally talk to you, but to hear him suggest space between you two— you could almost feel the knife digging into your chest. You tried to keep a neutral expression but otherwise felt your bottom lip quiver.

Without giving you time to respond, Bucky was walking out of the room— leaving you standing there speechless, lungs begging for air. You didn’t want your mind to go immediately to that thought, but you couldn’t ignore it either— he hated you.

“Hey babe, I need you to help me out in the lab tod—” Tony came busting into the room, but immediately shut up once he saw your broken expression. “Honey, what’s wrong? You alright?”

You nodded your head, lying to him and yourself and started waving him off with the fakest smile.

“Yeah— yeah I’m good. Just need to uh— need to get some things done.” You told him, your eyes darting all around the room, the familiar feeling of panic seeping into your being.

Tony gave you a ‘really?’ look and stepped closer to you.

“(Y/n) I’m not blind— I can see you’re upset. Talk to m—”

“Seriously Tony— I’m fine! Just leave it alone!” You told him a little too aggressively.

His face was taken back and you felt guilty immediately, cursing yourself for hurting everyone.

Why are you such a fucking issue? Your mind screamed at you.

You didn’t waste another second and sped walked out of the room, needing to calm yourself down before you ran into any one else. You were spiraling and you needed to just relax— take a deep breath. Maybe you just needed one more day and things would be back to normal.

Yeah… just one more day.

You had hoped that was the case as well… but as always— things only got worse.

Bucky refused to talk to you or even look at you. He’d given you the cold shoulder for almost two weeks now. He would get up and leave the second you entered the room. He couldn’t stand you it seemed.

You couldn’t keep hiding your hurt. At first, you had done a good job at hiding how you were really feeling. Saving the sobbing and attacks for when you were alone in your room. As the days lingered on, you found yourself weak and drained— you didn’t have enough energy to put up a charade anymore.

The whole team were sending you worried looks, and attempted to talk with you. But the second they’d try— you’d bolt. The subject was too sensitive, too raw. You didn’t want to talk to anyone but Bucky— and he hated you.

You had missed so many meals, forgetting to eat with your mental struggles throughout the days. You had been getting no more than two hours of sleep. You were so stressed, so stuck in your own mind that you couldn’t function. Even when you had managed to remember to eat, your stomach would knot up to the point that you were throwing everything up. You were gaunt, basically a real life zombie. You needed help— but you needed Bucky more.

You were laying in bed staring unknowingly into space, it had been hard to focus with no food or sleep in your system— so you had only managed to lay here. Even that was exhausting, no matter how much you laid around— your mind wouldn’t stop the assault. Your anxiety had never been this bad, you were a prisoner to it.

Knocking at your door had you jumping, your heart racing— and for a moment you forgot where you were.

You’re in the compound… yeah that’s right.

You slowed your breathing and swung your legs sluggishly over the edge of the bed to answer it. You weren’t prepared for the sudden dizzy spell, your vision spotting with black and white specks. You tried to blink it off, but suddenly you were toppling to the ground.

You fell to the floor with a loud thump, luckily landing on your front, your hands somehow catching most of your fall— you could already feel the throbbing in your palms.

You didn’t hear the persistent knocking, or the door open. You didn’t even hear the voice speaking from the doorway. It was when a hand landed on your shoulder that you were gasping, forgetting your surroundings once again.

Your eyes met Steve’s and you swore your heart was about to beat out of your chest.

“(Y/n) are you alright?” He asked you, hovering his hands over you— not sure what you had hurt.

You furrowed your brows, looking him over.

“Steve what are… what are you doing here?” You asked genuinely confused.

You watched Steve’s eyes widen and he swallowed nervously— his expression growing more concerned.

“(Y/n) it’s okay… I’ve got you.” Steve hushed, and he was pulling you into his chest, hugging you protectively.

You were still confused but then you tasted one of your stray tears, and you immediately came to your senses. You were crying in Steve’s arms… but why? You were having gaps of time missing from you, this wasn’t the first time this had happened— you just didn’t seem to care.

“Steve… my head hurts.” You slurred into his chest, sagging against him.

You were grateful that he was here, you desperately needed someone around. You were just hoping that someone would’ve been Bucky.

“Okay, let’s get you to Helen. She’s gonna take care of you, okay?” Steve asked you, and you could only give a weak nod.

He knew there was no way you were walking there, so he hoisted you up into his arms, and cradled your head as he started to the med bay.

You just stared blankly at his chest, not really caring if Steve were to throw you off the roof of the building. You just didn’t care.

Steve had gotten you down to her, and she checked you out. Alerting Steve that you were extremely malnourished, dehydrated— an insomniac. She kept listing off all the things Steve was afraid to hear. The whole time he was sure you didn’t hear a thing, although you were in the room— you were just checked out.

Helen eventually left, and Steve took his opportunity to speak with you. He pulled up a chair next to the hospital bed and grabbed your hand.

“(Y/n), what’s going on? You can talk to me— you can’t keep doing this to yourself. Please… just talk to me.” Steve whispered, pleading with you that you would stop torturing yourself.

“He hates me.” You mumbled.

Steve’s eyes widened and he frowned, knowing what you meant. He knew he let this go on for too long.

“(Y/n) he doesn’t hate you. He just needed time to himself, so he co—”

“I didn’t mean to hurt his feelings, I don’t even know what I said to hurt him but I—” You rushed out, the heart monitor beeping frantically, “I’m a horrible person, I didn’t mean to— I didn’t mean to!”

You wheezed out, clutching your chest as you couldn’t catch your breath. Your cheeks glistened with a steady stream of tears, your wheezing only growing by the second.

“Okay, okay (Y/n)— I need you to slow your breathing. You’re okay, he doesn’t hate you. Just take deep breaths okay— even if you can’t just try. I’m here.” He tried to coach you, but this wasn’t his thing.

Now he was starting to get mad at his friend, Bucky shouldn’t of let this go on for this long.

You followed his chest rising and falling, staring at him as he tried to calm you down. Your breaths were heavy and painful sounding. Steve was about to say something but stopped himself when he saw your eyes look behind him.

He turned and saw Bucky standing in the doorway— his face paled. Truthfully, he looked like he was going to be sick.

“(Y/n)?” He whispered, his heart breaking at your state.

He had ran into Helen in the kitchen and was informed of your condition— he didn’t believe it and had to see for himself. He was shocked to find you like this.

Your tears only edged on from his appearance and you shook your head in shame.

“I’m sorry Bucky! Whatever I did, I’m sorry!” You sobbed and Bucky ran to the bed, kneeling down and taking your hands into his.

“Doll it’s okay, you’re okay. I’m here— I’m here. I’m not gonna leave you… I’m sorry.” He rushed out, shushing your cries, watching you slow your breathing at his words. “There we go, just keep breathing with me. I’m here, you’re okay.”

He kept repeating himself, making sure you knew he wasn’t going anywhere.

Steve knew you were in good hands and slowly snuck out of the room— knowing you two needed to talk.

Bucky tucked a stray piece of hair behind your ear, letting his fingers trail down your cheek to your jaw. You couldn’t help the way your face leaned into his touch, it felt like it had been forever since the last one.

Your breathing had slowed down, and now you just stared up at him— eyes glossy with more tears. You felt so many emotions. You felt relived, but also angry and hurt. Above all— you needed to know what you did to upset him. The guilt still ate away at your heart, and even just the memory of the argument had your chest aching.

“What did I do?” You whispered, making his eyes shoot up to yours, concern painting his face.

“You didn’t do anything.” He told you, and you furrowed your brows.

You were still anxious— he hadn’t answered your question. Even more so— if you didn’t do anything then why did he ignore you?

“Then why?”

“Why what (Y/n)?” He dared to ask, and you scoffed— ripping your hands out of his.

The anger was approaching.

“Why did you shut me out?” You wondered, and he only let his eyes cast down to the bed— making you angrier. “You ignored me for two weeks! Two fucking weeks you just acted as if I didn’t exist! Do you know how much that fucking hurts?”

You were breathing heavy again, but this time it wasn’t from panic— it was the full force of all your anger bursting out.

He lifted his eyes to you, and you saw how broken he looked. How your state had affected him.

“I could never do that to you Buck— I would never do that to you! You’re my everything! I don’t trust anyone as much as I trust you!” You raised your voice, while he stayed silent. “If I didn’t do anything then why would you— why—”

You broke out into a sob, covering your face with your hands. You felt good getting all the built up anger out— but now you felt extremely guilty. The pitiful face of Bucky staring at you, causing your heart to hurt all over again. It didn’t matter what happened, you always ended up hurting others.

“(Y/n) I’m so sorry I— god I fucked up. I didn’t ever mean to hurt you, please know that. You’re my other half, and no one has ever been there for me like you have.” He spoke through a tight throat, swelling with emotion.

You uncovered your face and just stared at him a little longer, still incredibly hurt from his actions— but you knew you couldn’t stay mad at him. You so badly wanted to forgive and forget— and just wrap him in your arms like you both needed.

“It’s hard to explain what’s wrong with me to someone when I don’t even understand what’s wrong with me— I just know I’m fucked up. I’m broken beyond repair.” His voice broke, his own eyes welling with tears.

You didn’t have it in you to keep up an angry facade, and so you reached out and took his hand in yours. His face almost immediately lit up, his breathing slowing at your touch.

“Try me.” You whispered, watching Bucky take a deep breath before he spoke again.

“The night of our fight…” He started, and you swallowed in having to remember that night. “I had never seen you look at me like that.”

You stayed silent, afraid to open your mouth and have a sob escape. You could feel it bubbling up— the memory playing back through your mind.

“You looked at me like you were scared. You looked at me like I was a monster.” He confessed and it all made sense to you now.

It wasn’t about what you said, it was your reaction that disturbed him to no ends. Even if you couldn’t control your reaction in the moment— you still felt guilty for causing him pain of remembering the hydra days.

“Oh Buck…” You whimpered, trying to pull him close— but he pulled away before he could reach your embrace.

“No— you don’t get to be nice to me after what I did. I promised I would never hurt you and I did— you’re in here because of me! I don’t deserve your forgiveness!” He raised his voice, and you weren’t scared of him— just concerned.

“I wasn’t scared of you Bucky, you just caught me off guard. Things were heated— I’m not afraid of you and I most definitely don’t think you’re a monster.” You tried to convince him.

“I really hope you’re not lying because if you were afraid of me… god I don’t know what I’d do. If you never wanted to see me again— that’s fine. Whatever you want, but I can’t live knowing you’re afraid of me.” He whimpered out.

“I wouldn’t lie to you.”

He nodded his head, knowing damn well you’d never lie. That was one thing he loved about you— you were so honest. Keeping it real with him, even if he didn’t wanna hear it. He could count on you for the truth.

“I still don’t deserve your forgiveness.” He argued.

“Well too bad, I’m forgiving you anyway.” You finally told him and he felt his chest expand.

Like he could finally breath.

“Why?” He wondered.

You knew it was the line you two had been dancing on forever— but you knew if there was ever a time to say it. It was now.

“Because I love you.” You admitted quietly.

His eyes widened just slightly, and his breath stuttered. He had always had a feeling what you two had was more than friends, he just never spoke up about it. Of course he loves you too— god he loves you so much. That’s why the thought of you being scared of him was enough to pull him away. He couldn’t bear being around you if you were frightened by him. He couldn’t live with himself. More importantly he now discovered, he really couldn’t live without you.

“I love you so much.” He confessed back as your tears leaked down your cheeks.

You pulled his arm, and he let you pull him to the bed— close enough where you could cup both his cheeks.

“Don’t ever do that to me again, please. I need you Bucky— life is not livable without you.” You cried, kissing his forehead to which he leaned into your lips.

“Never again— I promise.”

This time, he wouldn’t break it.

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Time of the month

I mean this in no slander way, but the clones may know about sex and etc, but they definitely are dumb ass hell to a period lmfao. They are clones after not really like the other demons too lmfao

Warnings: fem!reader, fluff & smut, periods, oral (reader receiving), hunger impulses, humor

Aizetsu

Aizetsu could tell someone wasn't right with you for the past few days. He explained that a demon is able to sense the hormone changes in a human, but he couldn't really make out what it is. When Aizetsu smelled blood from you, he almost panicked. "Y/n, where are you hurt?" He asked, holding your face looking around your neck and chest.

You giggled. "I'm not hurt. Why are you assuming that?" You asked "I smell blood from you" Aizetsu says almost crying and looking around your body "don't hide your pain from me it makes me sad when you do" Aizetsu kept checking until he squats down to your lower half and smelled where the blood was coming from.

You took a step back a bit nervously. "Aizetsu... I'm just on my period. Do you not know what that means?" You asked, and he just shook his head, no in response. From that day, you had to explain to Aizetsu what a period is and how it's very common for women to have one and anyone with a uterus, and he was able to understand.

You couldn't stop Aizetsu hunger when your period came. "Y/n, I'm so hungry. Please let me eat, I need to. I can't resist it anymore. " Aizetsu begs you every time, drool falling from his chin from his hunger. Aizetsu goes down on you, having his tongue lap up at the blood flowing out of you having his fill. Most of the time, Aizetsu does it to satisfy his hunger but will get carried away and end up over stimulating you.

"A-Aizetsu you said you were done" you mewl and your back arches when you feel him suck on your clit. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry" he moans on your pussy "forgive me" he said between licks not stopping until he's tasting your cum mixed with your blood.

Aizetsu takes notice that when you're on your period, you get more emotional and clingy to him. "Y/n, I have to go see "that man." I promise I'll come back," he said, but you just held his hand tighter. "Don't leave Aizetsu. I'll miss you, " you said and began crying, but that only made Aizetsu cry and even harder at that. "Your poor thing. You can't live with out my for more than a second, can you? " he said.

"What the fuck!? I just don't want my boyfriend leaving me" you sob "so you can live without me!?" Aizetsu asked only making him sob harder having you both because an emotional mess.

Sekido

The first time Sekido realized what a period was after you explained it to him, he literally called it stupid. He couldn't understand how the uterus could cause a person so much pain all because they aren't pregnant each month. "If it's because you're not pregnant, why don't I just get you pregnant, you fool?" He said, being very serious, and you tried not to laugh since it wouldn't really change anything.

Sekido would get mad when your period could affect your whole body. "What do you mean I can't lay my head on your chest!? You said it was just your stomach hurting you," Sekido said, sounding confused but somehow angry as well.

"Sekido, when I get my period, a lot of things happen to my body, including my boobs... they are really tender and sore right now, " you explained, but that only angered Sekido even more. "Please don't be mad," you say with tears instantly coming out of your eyes. "Why are you crying!?" He raised his voice. "Don't yell at me either!" You sob in your hands, having Sekido stand there dumb founded and feeling somewhat bad for making you cry.

Sekido had to take many months to understand you on your period and when not to say certain things. Even so, he couldn't hide his hunger when you're around on your period. "Stop squirming. The more you do, the less blood that comes out and I'm fucking hungry" he said, holding your legs open but reminds himself you are in pain and sure to have his hand on your stomach, rubbing it and giving your clit attention with his tounge to give you pleasure.

Sekido doesn't get carried away with getting his fill but there will be those days where he'll want to fuck you on your period and that's the softest sex you'll ever get from him.

Karaku

"A period? Do I get one? My dick does have a hole, so maybe i can have one..." He'll ask seriously after you explained to him why you bleed every month from your vagina. Karaku couldn't believe this was something you could do all because you weren't pregnant, and surprisingly, he made sure to take a mental note of how he should help you when this time comes around.

Karaku did realize how needy you'd get for him on your period. He'd use this opportunity to get his fill, lapping up the blood from your pussy but take his sweet time but making sure to pleasure you in the process, moaning from how good you tasted both for his hunger and your arousal.

"You're still in pain, aren't you?" Karaku rubs your stomach and gives it soft kisses. "Don't worry. I'll make the pain go away," he smirks. Karaku is able to go up to many rounds with you, that's just the stamina of a demon but he has to realize on a normal day you can only do so many but on months like this? Oh he loves how you can take his cock for more then an hour.

Karaku notices how you're much more needy for words of affirmation during this month. "y/n, you're beautiful. I love you. " he'll hold your face, squish your cheeks together, and even pet your head. "Are you still in pain?" he'll say, rubbing your back and sometimes giving you butt rubs as you lay on his chest. "It'll end soon. You'll be fine"

Urogi

"Wow! Are these pads? Look how easily they break!" He said, ripping up at least 3 of your pads with his sharp talons. You screamed at him so loud that day, saying you need them to the point where Urogi doesn't dare mess with them again.

Urogi makes fun of you for being in your period. He'll often compare you to Sekido with how angry you get. "Am I bothering you? Why aren't you talking to me? Hello, hello hello" Urogi said, knowing he's being annoying and even using his talon to poke you in a painful way to annoying you "fuck off! Stop that you annoying bird!" You yell "ok ms.sekido, " Urogi said.

You'd never have a problem with Urogi going down on you when it's that month for you since it was normal for a demon to have hunger impulses when they smell blood from a human but you never wanted to give Urogi the satisfaction of how good his tounge felt.

You can tell when Urogi has had his fill but will want to keep playing with you. You'll turn your head with a pout, not looking at his big yellow eyes staring at you. "What? Don't wanna look at me? Is it because I'm a mess with your blood" he mocks you and presses his tounge flat on your clit.

"So much more sensitive then usual" Urogi grabs your thighs spreading them open keeps licking at your clit and feel your legs trembling in his grip. "Oh? Does it feel good? Your legs are shaking, " he said "C'mon tell me how good it feels, " he stops, looking up at you, waiting for an answer

"Fuck... it feels good, keep going" you grab his hair pushing his head closer to your thobbing clit. "Don't worry, I'll have you cumming on my tounge in no time~"

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When you use your safeword

Pairings: Mark x Reader, Jeno x Reader, Haechan x Reader, Jaemin x Reader Words: 3,805 Genre: Smut (18+) Format: Scenarios Warnings: (In general) fem!reader, use of safeword, discussion of safeword, dirty talk, use of petnames (baby, darling, pretty, princess). (Mark's scenario) mentions of stress, penetrative sex, overstimulation, somewhat dom drop. (Jeno's scenario) deepthroating/face fucking, slightly mean!jeno, teasing. (Haechan's scenario) use of toys, edging, orgasm denial/interruption. (Jaemin's scenario) oral sex, fingering, overstimulation.

⸺ Mark

“One more,” he groans, using both your wrists crossed right behind your back as leverage and pressing down your face and upper body even further against the mattress. “I know you can give me one more”. 

You’re sure your knees will give up on you any minute now. 

“I can’t,” you cry out, but the sound is quickly muffled by the pillows. “I can’t- shit, Mark, I can’t”. 

“Didn’t you say I could take all my stress out on you?” His words are harsh, but they don't sting enough for you to quit. Or at least not yet. “You wanted this, so I’m giving it to you”. 

It's useless to try and regain your strength, so you come to terms with having your face buried in his pillows. It's getting hard to breathe, but you don't care —all you want is to stick up to your word, to let him relieve all his frustrations on you.

“S-shit,” you cry out loud, squirming underneath him as much as his grip allows you to.

You really don’t want him to stop —it hurts just as much as it feels good but, at the same time, you are aware you’re pushing your limits.

“Come,” Mark groans, slapping your ass with his available hand. The stinging feeling is enough to make your whole body jolt forward, but the way he is holding you in place prevents your body from running away from him. “Be good and squeeze my cock right”. 

Your body feels numb. You're not even sure if your orgasm is approaching or not because this feels unusual. It's an overwhelming sensation that you're not quite sure how to describe, but it's nothing you're familiar with.

Your heart feels heavy, and your chest is pounding with guilt. You really can't do it, despite how much Mark is asking you to. You tried to be good, to let him use you until he is satisfied, but you can't keep up with his rhythm.

It became too much in so little time, and you feel somewhat guilty for not being able to reciprocate.

“Mark,” you gasp for air, feeling your consciousness drifting away as you try to speak loud and clear for him to hear your safe word, “red”. 

He stops right in his tracks. Almost too harshly. 

He immediately lets go of the grip on your wrists, and the sigh of relief you let out makes him feel awful. Just like it does seeing your tinted cheeks stained with tears, and your swollen lips which you spent biting down the last couple of minutes to prevent you from sobbing. 

“Fuck, baby,” it’s almost comical how quickly he moves around the bed —too fast for your hazy mind to comprehend it. “Shit, I’m so- I’m so sorry, I’m sorry”. 

You don’t need any apology whatsoever. You tried to drag it out as much as you could, and when it became a lot you decided to use your safe word. As simple as that.

He isn't one to blame, nor you. 

“It’s okay, Mark,” you whisper, pushing your hair away from your face while the back of your hand tries to dry out the tears and drool on your chin. 

“Fuck,” he curses under his breath again, followed by a choked and frustrated deep exhale. “I didn’t- shit, I should’ve stopped”.

“You did,” it’s almost useless to try and talk some sense into your boyfriend as of right now, since he’s walking around your bedroom trying to pick up stuff you might need —a dampened towel, a blanket and a bottle of water. “I said the safe word and you stopped”. 

“No,” he shakes his head, dragging the dampened towel slowly through your inner thighs. You can see regret washing down on his face while he gulps loudly. “I should’ve stopped- I was being too rough, I just- I’m so fucking sorry, I’m sorry- I shouldn’t have pushed you to your limits, I should’ve-”. 

“Mark,” you cut him off short, wrapping your hand around his arm while he finishes cleaning you up. “I’m sorry I couldn’t take everything you were giving me”. 

Mark's knitted eyebrows and the sadness creeping into his eyes feel like a painful sting into your heart. 

“Don’t say that,” he coos, caressing your head and face while planting a kiss on your forehead. “Please don’t say that ever again, baby”. 

“I just wanted to make you feel good,” you murmur with hitched breath, feeling a bit emotionally overwhelmed by the past session. “I’m sorry for not being able to keep going”. 

“Don’t,” Mark whispers, holding you into his embrace while still peppering warm kisses to your forehead. “Please don’t apologize for that, I don’t ever want you to push your limits like that for me ever again”. You hide your face into his chest and just nod, feeling comforted by the warmth his skin provides. “Okay?”

“Yeah,” you murmur against his flesh.

It takes him a while to regain composure, and he does so by cuddling you tightly against him. His fingertips run the middle of your back over and over again, murmuring sweet nothings while he makes sure to keep his undivided attention on you rather than the guilt he's feeling.

“Thank you for using your safe word,” he whispers into your ear, leaving small pecks everywhere his lips approach. “And I’m sorry for- I just, got too carried away, didn’t realize I was hurting you”. 

You hum weakly, just mere seconds away from falling asleep between his arms.

“I wanted you to,” it’s all you manage to say. “I wanted- you to take out all your stress on me”. 

“Not like this, baby,” he tells you. “Not by hurting you”.

 You don't realize how much time you two spend in silence, just cuddling each other. But right before your eyes finally close shut, you can pick on Mark's quiet voice whispering endless praises to you.

“You did so good for me, baby,” he leaves another kiss on your forehead while his hand caresses the side of your face and body. “I love you so, so, so fucking much”.

⸺ Jeno

“It’s this really all you can take?” The mocking tone in his voice makes you clench around thin air, but he is not that far from the truth. 

Jeno knows you. He knows your limits fairly well, knows how much you can take and when you need to stop. Tonight, he is just teasing you —well deserved, after you spent the whole night teasing him just as much.

“You were talking so much shit earlier today,” he scoffs, slamming his hips against your mouth. “I’m happy to know your mouth is useful for so much more”. 

It's no surprise you're currently like this —on your knees, with your hands behind your back and your mouth open for him to fuck it. You knew this is exactly what you wanted the minute you started teasing him, but you didn't calculate how riled up Jeno could get by it.

And oh, how riled up he got.

“Didn’t you say my cock wasn’t enough?” he asks you, groaning through gritted teeth. “You can’t even take it without making a whole fucking mess of yourself”.

You moan against his length, occasionally gagging when the tip of it hits the deepest spots in your throat. Tonight, Jeno is not showing any mercy on you —not that he usually does, but that is something you both enjoy.

However, it all becomes overwhelming when he gets too carried away. You can’t recall when was the last time he stopped to let you breathe, but it feels like forever ago. You’re managing to breathe through your nose, but that is nowhere near enough. 

“Take me all,” he hisses, finishing every word with a hard thrust of his hips. “Make me come inside that dirty mouth of yours”.

That’s all you want, really. 

But it's getting impossible when the lack of oxygen is making you feel dizzy. Plus, your mouth feels sore and the tears spilling from your eyes along with the good amount of drool falling from your lips and onto your chin is making the task rather difficult. 

You want to please Jeno, you really do. But you also need a break.

So you interrupt the position he put you on, and your hands reach out to the side of his thighs. In the midst of the roughness, you dig your nails onto his soft flesh and he is quick to pull himself out of you with ease, also freeing your hair from his harsh grip. 

“Red,” you cough, gasping for air almost immediately. And although it’s barely audible, you don’t need to repeat it twice before Jeno is already dropping to his knees right in front of you. 

“Are you okay?” he rushes to ask with a concerned look. 

“Yes,” you cough again, attempting to clean your face with the back of your hand. “I kind of- got too overwhelmed”. 

“Don’t apologize,” Jeno shakes his head. One of his hands reaches out to your chin and he is quick to pick up on your teary eyes and drooling lips. “Let me clean you up”. 

He stands up and comes back quickly, just because he didn't want to leave you on your own for too long. When he kneels right beside you again, you notice he is carrying some tissues along with water and some snacks. 

“You brought the whole pantry,” you joke, still with a hoarse voice. 

Jeno’s lips rise in a weak, half smile. “I didn’t ask what you were craving but I figured something to eat would make you feel better”. 

Two of his fingers lift up your chin while he dries up your tears with a tissue. Once he is done, he moves on quickly to clean up your mouth, chin and chest with delicacy, his soft eyes paying attention to every inch of skin that he might need to take care of.

“Right now I need some water,” you tell him.

After cleaning you up, he takes off the lid and hands you the bottle of water. It’s the perfect temperature —not too cold that it hurts your throat more than it is already aching, but it is also not too warm.

It helps, a lot.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Jeno asks again, and you can still sense the worry in his tone. He intertwines his hand with yours, and you squeeze it lightly before offering him a smile.

“I’m sure, Jeno,” you reply. “I just needed a break, really. I’m alright”.

“Did I hurt you?” he queries, wanting to know exactly what prompted you to use your safe word just to be extra careful next time to not push your limits. “Was I being too mean? Was I too rough?”

You smile wholeheartedly. “You know I like it when you’re mean,” you reassure him, “but I wasn’t breathing properly. That’s why I asked you to stop”. 

Jeno tiltes his head with a look of shame imprinted on his face. “I acted like a fucking animal”.

You shake your head, “I think we both got too carried away, you know. With all the teasing and stuff”. 

“You’re right, I’m sorry,” he murmurs, caressing your hand while he holds it. “I’ll be way more careful next time”. 

“Thank you,” you smile. “I just need a couple of seconds to continue”.

“Why don't we end this here, yeah?” he proposes.

“But-” you’re not quite sure if you still want to keep on going, but a part of you wishes you would. You’re still aroused, and you want him still. “I want to- you’re still- I want to make you come”. 

“Maybe another time, pretty,” Jeno smiles, cupping your face to leave a quick kiss on your lips. “Right now I want us to rest, alright?”

He loses no time in getting you to bed, covering your naked body with a cozy blanket while leaving the water bottle on your night stand in case you might need to drink some more. He also carries the snacks all the way to you, and once you’re settled he makes a space in your bed for him to lay down next to you. 

“What are you craving for dinner, hm?” he asks while you munch on some oatmeal cookies. The whole scene left you more tired and hungry than you initially thought, so the snacks were very convenient for you to regain some energy. “I can cook for you, or we can order some food delivery”.

“The second option,” you whine. “I want you to cuddle me”.

Jeno scoffs softly, and shifts his position on the bed so that he can wrap his arms around you. “Good choice, pretty”.

⸺ Haechan

“Shit,” a choked moan escapes your lips when Haechan's hand keeps your thighs open, with so much strength that you can barely move underneath his grip. “Haechan”. 

He places a wet kiss on your inner thigh, softly nipping at your sensitive flesh while pressing the vibrator even harder against your clit. 

“You’re dripping wet,” he tells you with his heavy gaze all over yours, “you must really want to come, don’t you?”

You buck your hips at his mocking words, sobbing when you feel your inevitable fate creeping through.

It has been going on for minutes, maybe hours. You honestly can’t tell anymore, but it sure has been feeling like an eternity of torture. 

“Haechan, please,” you cry out. “Please, I’m begging”. 

“You can beg all you want, darling,” Haechan scoffs, forcing your thighs open even  more. “But I’m still not going to let you come”. 

Damned be him, who knows you too well. Even if you try to fool him, to come and pretend you just didn't, Haechan will know —he knows your body language like the back of his hand.

“Don’t even think about it,” he continues, just as if he is reading your mind. 

“Please,” you cry out one more time, but it’s all in vain —you know he is not going to show you any mercy. “I’m close”. 

The mischievous smile he has on surely tells you that he is pleased with all of this —pleased with how fucked out you look after having your orgasm taken away from you at least 3 times tonight. And in all honesty, you enjoy the dynamic. You enjoy being edged, and denied. You enjoy begging for pleasure, for him.

But maybe tonight your body is taking tolls on you, and you’re not enjoying it just as much as you usually do.

“Haechan,” you moan one last time before arching your back against the mattress. And it is in that moment, where your eyes go white and your lips start babbling nonsense, that Haechan knows you’re coming.

Clicking his tongue, he withdraws the toy away from you and leaves you with nothing but an interrupted orgasm. One that hurts, that has you crying and writhing in his bed. 

“I didn't say you could, darling,” he murmurs with a deep tone, admiring your body trembling underneath his. “Did I?”

You don’t respond. Not that you can, because the pain on your lower back and abdomen it’s almost unbearable —after all the edging, your body is extremely sensitive. Another touch, or another forced stimulation and you’re sure you might pass out from exhaustion.

“Red,” you babble when you feel his soft hands prying your thighs open again. “Red, red”. 

Immediately, he helps you close your legs and kneels right beside you on the bed, caressing your legs and looking out for your hand. 

“Too much?” he asks, wholeheartedly. You simply nod, sobbing quietly at the overwhelming feeling. “Come here”. 

He lays next to you and hugs you tightly, pressing your face against his naked chest. His heart is beating loudly, even from a distance you can hear it —he also doesn’t say it, but you can feel him getting tense at the realization that he might have overstepped your boundaries. 

You spend some time like this, hugging him while trying to calm down. Even the painful tension on your lower abdomen disappears after some while, just by having his embrace close to you.

“Are you okay?” Haechan queries with a whisper.

“Yes,” you murmur, offering him a weak smile. “I’m very tired”.

“I know, darling,” he wipes the sweat off of your forehead, and brushes your hair back. “I’m sorry”.

“For what?” you ask, confusion imprinted all over your face.

“I should’ve stopped long before you use your safeword,” he explains. “I should’ve known when it was becoming too much for you, and I shouldn't have pushed you to use it”.

“Well we have a safe word for a reason, don’t we?”

“Yeah,” he exhales. “But I don’t ever want to overwhelm you enough to the point where you need to use it again”. 

“It’s okay, baby,” you reassure him. “I’m okay, alright?” 

“Alright,” Haechan whispers, kissing your cheek sweetly. 

After a couple of seconds holding you between his arms, he decides it’s time to clean you up, put you some new clothes and provide you with some water. But right when he is about to step out of bed, he feels your arms tightening around him.

“Let me take care of you,” he tells you, patting your head softly.

“Don’t leave,” you murmur. “Please stay with me”. 

“You want me to stay here?” Haechan repeats. “Don’t you want me to get you some water, clean you up?”

You shake your head. “All I need right now is you,” you tell him. “Stay with me a little longer”.

He nods compliantly, feeling his heart skipping a beat or two when the realization of how much you need his presence around at vulnerable times sinks in. 

“I’m right here,” he coos. “I’m not going anywhere, alright? I’m going to stay with you here until you need me to”.

“Thank you, Haechan,” you whisper against his neck. “Thank you, for always trusting me”.

⸺ Jaemin

“Come on, princess,” Jaemin smiles, his lips brushing against your sensitive core. “Let me make you feel good”.

When you told Jaemin you were feeling a bit stressed today, he took matters into his own hands to help you take your mind off of things for a while. Of course, he has his very own way to do so, and you're more than happy with it.

He’s like that, an act of service that meets physical touch as a love language kind of guy. Overtime, he has noticed how much you like it when he eats you out —you can spend hours with your legs open and your fingers latched to his soft hair, and he can do exactly the same. 

“Does it feel good?” he asks, making sure you’re still with him.

And it does feel good, but you can already feel the overstimulation coming through with each flick of his tongue, or each touch of his rough digits against your clit. 

“I’m close,” you mutter through gritted teeth. “So- close, Jaemin”. 

He smiles. 

“Show me how close you are,” Jaemin tells you, lapping at your slit messily. “Come all over my face”. 

You can't understand how those filthy words can come out of a mouth so sweet, but you love it. So much so, that it's his words that trigger your third orgasm of the night, one that's just as messy as the way he has been eating you out for the past hour or so.

“Jaemin,” you whimper one more time, and pull his hair roughly against your cunt that it ellicits a painful hiss out of him. “F-fuck, shit”. 

“Keep going,” Jaemin gasps against your pussy, burying his fingers in it while he continues teasing you with his tongue. “I won’t stop until you’re satisfied”. 

But you're more than satisfied by now. Your third orgasm it’s as pleasing as it is painful, and he is not giving you any time to recover from it.

“Jae- Jaemin,” you whimper, closing your legs around him instinctively as a way to avoid overstimulation. “Too much”. 

All in his mind is to make you come again. And again, and again until you're left with no thoughts. 

But the overwhelming stimulation is becoming almost unbearable, so you really need him to stop —no matter how badly you wish to come again for him.

“Red, Jaemin,” you cry out, and whine at the immediate loss of contact from his lips. “I can’t take one more”.

You can feel him panicking for a bit. But just as fast, he regains composure of himself and the situation.

“Are you okay?” he asks with shortness of breath, with messy hair and still your arousal glistening on his lips and chin.

“Too much,” it’s all you manage to say. “It started to hurt a little bit”.

Jaemin furrows his eyebrows and sits on the bed right beside you, staring at you deeply.

“What can I do for you?” he immediately asks, pushing a few strands of hair away from your face. “What do you need?”

“I just- need some time,” you exhale. “I swear I’m going dizzy”.

You let out a soft laugh, but Jaemin’s worry stops him from finding your comment any amusing.

“I need to know if you’re okay,” he tells you, the concern in his voice being almost palpable. “Please tell me if you need me to do anything”.

“I’m okay,” you smile. “I promise”. 

Jaemin caresses your head and face, contemplating the sweet smile you're offering him even after the pain he caused you. He didn't mean to, really. But he failed to realize that the line between pleasure and pain can sometimes be very faint. 

“I’m sorry, baby,” he apologizes. “Please forgive me”.  He leaves a wet peck on your forehead, and hugs you tightly against his chest, decorated with sweat. “I won’t let that happen again”.

“It’s alright, Jaemin,” the embrace is comforting enough, but Jaemin has other plans in mind for you. Or at least that’s what you think when you feel him stepping out of the bed. “Where are you going?”

“I’ll run a warm bath for you,” he tells you, slipping into a pair of shorts before approaching your drawer, and it takes him no more than a minute to pick up some new clothes and underwear for you, placing it at the edge of the bed. “I’ll get you cleaned up and we can have some dinner after”.

“A warm bath sounds nice,” you sigh. “Really”.

He smiles at you from the door frame, and walks towards you one last time to leave a kiss on your lips. 

“I love you,” Jaemin reminds you. “I love you so, so much”. 

He cups your face and gives you small pecks on your forehead, cheeks and the tip of your nose.

“I love you even more, Jaemin”.

A/N: This is my first post, ever! If you read it all and made your way up until here, I really appreciate it. If you like this, please please please leave a comment or an ask! That would motivate me to keep on posting stuff! Thank you for your time!

#nct dream smut #nct smut #kpop smut #mark smut #haechan smut #jaemin smut #jeno smut

[minhosimthings]

love.

Synopsis: in which Hyunjin comforts you on a hard day

Warnings: fluff fluff fluff, heavily self indulgent because I can, hurt/comfort, reader cries, mention of food

A/N: yay I did this finally it's out of my notes Woohoo! Idk when this idea came into my brain but it did and I couldn't stop thinking about it so now it's here. For my loves @chlorinecake and @astraystayyh they are my Hyunjins

Song rec: love by Wave to Earth

The weight of the world on your shoulders.

You had often heard that phrase as a child. It was ridiculous, initially.

The world can't possibly weigh that much.

You were the smartest in your class, you knew the multiplication tables by the time you were five, the capitals of the world by eight, and by fifteen, the weight of nothing but your own shoulders dragged you behind everyone.

University was an easy affair, that's what you told everyone. Someone's got to keep up the smart girl, book child status up right?

Studies were easy, just understand it, write it down better. Yet, fuck, you could feel the words fading by, was it a stalactite or a stalagmite?

Graduation was easy, you were peaking and nothing was in your way!

Then you realised something.

The world did weigh too much.

Everyone weighed too much.

Your mind weighed greater than your heart, something you fought off for eons now.

And diamonds are formed under pressure, but hadn't you learnt that diamonds turn into graphite every now and then too?

You were so smart as a child, what happened?, You wished ever so fervently that you could tell them that you weren't a child anymore.

No longer the child that thought the only thing that she needed to do to be loved was to get a good grade off her papers.

Or was that love starved part of you still inside?

"Rough day, love?"

Love. It was the nickname you most adored. Lucky for you nicknames were Hyunjin's personal favourite job.

"Fuck..." You swore softly, immediately collapsing onto your couch, and wrapping yourself into the warm cocoon that was your boyfriend's arms. You swore you would become a butterfly from your current catterpillar state one day.

The gruesome world always seemed to calm down on its axis of rotation as soon as you reached Hyunjin's touch. As if he was the petals of honeydew calming down the speed of a hummingbird. Would you have been the overactive bird rushing around to cater to the needs of everyone around her?

You could hear your own heartbeat in the moments of silence, when the dust seemed to still and the winds seemed to wait, eavesdropping on conversations old and new. The hauntedness of the thumping sound made you shiver.

The tightness around your throat felt tighter by the moment, like an invisible rope hanging round it. Your heart felt too heavy too for some reason. It's a heart, you tried to convince yourself, you need it to live. But you knew that you could rip it out of your chest at this moment, and you would still keep living on. But did you really have to-

"Want to talk about it, love?"

That was the straw that broke the camel's back.

A loud sob ripped through the thick air, coating the curtains of the atmosphere in a blueish paint that seemed to have rotted inside it's bucket far too long. Hyunjin was quick to bury your head further into his chest.

You know you smell really comforting?, that went on in his mind, the thing you said on your first cuddle session, in which, he remembered fondly, you described his scent a bit further than most people usually did.

Broken strings of words escaped your lips, I'm sorry—im so sorry! Guilt always flowed through your veins whenever anything like this happened.

But Hyunjin understood, he always understood. And fuck, you both hated and loved that he understood.

One hand lay on the back of your head, while his other caressed your back, rubbing circles on it. As if a magical void would appear and take all your problems away.

Hyunjin was your magical void.

"Can you talk to me?" Hyunjin asked quietly. He felt you shake your head against his shoulder, causing him to tighten his hold on you.

"It's going to be okay love. I promise you."

Another wave of tears surged through you, nearly making you double over at the rush of fresh emotions popping off in your brain, your jaw tensing as you tried to stifle the illegible babbling falling from your lips. 

Hyunjin's words in your ear and his hand rubbing ribbons of comfort onto your back made you catch your breath, and slow down. Silence rose once you had stopped crying, you felt even more tired now and you had to admit, Hyunjin was a nice pillow.

The occasional sniffle and tired breath from you, broke Hyunjin's heart even more. He hated seeing you cry, so much so, he'd always distract you if he ever sensed you were in a depressed mood. Even if there were times that you poured your entire heart out of him in tears, he'd always shed his own tears in private, sometime later.

"Love?"

"Hmm?"

"Want me to run you a bath?"

"With the candles and everything?" You managed to say in a quiet, exhausted voice. Your throat was tired from all the crying.

"With the candles and everything." Hyunjin smiled down at you, pushing back stray strands of your hair behind your ear, "Can we go up to the bedroom, love? Can we do that?"

He was speaking so softly to you, and it was making you want to sob rivers again.

Silently nodding, you felt yourself droop down all over again as soon as Hyunjin got you up, strong arm wrapped around your waist, hugging you to his side.

Pressing a sweet kiss to the side of your head, Hyunjin started with shuffling moments upto the bedroom, which you followed, not even being able to lift your head up from the pure exhaustion.

Sitting on the bed felt like you were hung down by iron nails, while Hyunjin prepared the bath for you. Even a moment without him felt down, and even if it was a bit dramatic , you were willing to admit it.

"Hands up?" Hyunjin looked at you softly, taking off your shirt for you and discarding it in the empty laundry basket, "You did the laundry yesterday? Wow, I'm proud of you baby."

You let out a breathy giggle at his words. Hyunjin somehow always knew every word in the instruction manual of how to make you laugh.

"Is the temp alright?"

You couldn't get yourself to say yes so you hummed what seemed to have been a 'yes'. Your throat was raw, and your face was congested as well as your chest. You sounded like you swallowed a frog, and the frog was also now sick and subsequently congested.

The water truly didn't have any texture or temperature to it when you got into it. The world felt numb again as you relaxed into the tub, which, evident from the scent, Hyunjin had filled with your favourite bath salts.

What seemed like a year's worth of time, passed in silence, as Hyunjin quietly stroked your skin with soap, was it the lavender one or the tea tree one? You couldn't tell, remembering how you often joked that both of them gave off the same perfuminous vapours and that Hyunjin should just buy one of them. The water seemed more mellow now.

"Love, look at me?" Hyunjin's voice broke you out of your seemingly never-ending stupor. Like it always did.

You turned your head and rested your eyes on Hyunjin's softened ones, and you felt that familiar tightening of your throat again.

"Hyun I-"

"Don't you dare apologise." Hyunjin said before you could even get a word out, "You never have to apologise to me. Not for this."

His hands were sickeningly sweet as they ran over your back, washing lathers of soap off of your back, his voice even more so.

“You deserve to relax, you know that right?" Hyunjin said, as he wrapped you up in your purple coloured towel, "“You did so well today and you do so well everyday and you deserve to rest for a while."

Hugging you into his arms again, Hyunjin provided you with a little den, a cave where you could settle into whenever you felt that you were too tired for a lion's hunt. And you were forever grateful to him for him.

"Now-" Hyunjin looked down at you with a cheeky smile, "You are not allowed to leave the bed until you finish every single cupcake I got you."

"You got me cupcakes?" Your lips broke into a smile, a genuine one this time, "What flavour?"

"Beef." Hyunjin joked, sending both of you into a frenzy of laughter, as you pressed a kiss against his nose, making it turn the touched skin like a tomato.

The one thing that you'd have never admitted to anyone when you were younger was the fact that you wanted to be loved. That was a silly notion to you.

But maybe now, under the watchful gaze of Hyunjin as he saw you devour the cupcakes, you'd admit it.

You'd want to be loved, even if it was another weight on your shoulder.

Maybe that'd be a weight you'd like to ephermally lift.

#hwang hyunjin #hyunjin #hyunjin smut #hyunjin fanfic #hyunjin fluff #hyunjin × reader #Hyunjin fluff imagines #skz #stray kids #skz fluff #stray kids fic #stray kids fanfic #stray kids fluff #skz fluff imagines #skz soft thoughts #skz soft hours #stray kids soft thoughts #stray kids soft hours #hyunjin soft thoughts #hyunjin soft hours #hyunjin hard hours #hyunjin hard thoughts #skz × reader #stray kids × reader #stray kids hard hours #stray kids hard thoughts #stray kids smut #bye bye now

[luvh4nji]

𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐙 + 𝐃𝐀𝐂𝐑𝐘𝐏𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐀

warnings: afab!reader, crybaby!reader omg, hongjoong refers to reader as "girl", size kink in yunho's, a little overstim with san's, degradation in wooyoung's

seonghwa ; takes it as the biggest compliment. he loves that you feel safe enough with him to be so vulnerable :( he'd get so soft and gentle with you, wiping just under your eyes to keep your tears from falling, asking if you're feeling good, and laughing under his breath when you nod. he's the type that loves that you can let all your emotions out through a healthy outlet when you're with him. basically, he likes that he can literally fuck the stress out of you - makes him feel like he can take care of you <3

hongjoong ; scares him a little at first. he gets worried that he goes too hard on you sometimes, but when you tell him that you just feel really good, he doesn't hold back at all. joong's the type to love having a crybaby partner, he thinks you're just the sweetest thing ever, crying all for him <//3 he's the type to make you hold a pillow or his hand to bite down on so you don't cry too loud, especially if you've already cum for him a few times <3 "my sweet girl, doing so good for me. want you to cum for me one more time, honey, think you can do that? jus' give me one more?" and when you do, he'd shower you with praises as you ride out your high. "such a good girl for me." he'd coo, wiping at your tears.

yunho ; he thinks you look so cute. yunho's just so big and his dick stretches you out so good, you can't help but cling onto him and tear up a little bit :( and when he notices, he just coos at you, pressing little kisses to the angry tear tracks running down your cheeks. "oh, baby, you feelin' good?" and he'd think you're just the cutest thing when you nod along with him, trying to tell him how good he's making you feel through hiccups and moans. "don't worry, honey, i'll take care of you, you just keep lookin' pretty for me, alright?"

yeosang ; might be a little terrified. sangie is just so scared of accidently hurting you that he always tries to be as gentle as possible with you; he worries that he doesn't know is own strength. so when he sees you on top of him, grinding your hips against his, his strong hands on your waist, guiding you, and he sees the red, angry tear tracks start forming down your cheeks, he's horrified. he'd immediately stop, sitting up and planting his hands on your cheeks, making you look at him so he can check in on you and make sure you're okay. and once you give him the okay, he's pulling you down to him, pressing you close to his chest while he rocks his hips up into yours, telling you how pretty you look when you're crying for him.

san ; he likes to make fun of you when you cry for him, especially when you've already cum for him a few times. he thinks you just look so cute when you cry over how good his cock feels rubbing against your aching walls, he can't help but tease you for it. "oh, look at you," he'd start, letting his thumb wipe across your reddened cheek. "goin' stupid on my cock." and he'd just laugh when you whine and pound your fists half-heartedly on his chest. "sorry, babe, can't help myself when you look like this." and he'd press kisses to your cheeks and eyelids <3

mingi ; doesn't mean to make you cry, the thought of wanting to make you cry while he's fucking into you doesn't even really cross his mind. but he's just so big. the way his cock drags against your walls, heavy and hot inside you, it's just too much. and he gets so nervous when he sees the tears running down your face, he immediately stops and brings a hand to wipe away the drops with his thumb. "are you okay, love? did i hurt you?" but when he realizes that you're just a little overwhelmed by how good he feels, he's immediately on board and back to it. he's definitely the type to cry with you, shoving his face into the crook of your neck, biting down on the skin as you both sob with him rutting his aching cock into you <//3

wooyoung ; oh, he's so mean about it. the moment he sees your eyes get all hazy and glassy, he's slowing down the rough pounding of his hips to a languid roll, laughing at the way you wrap your legs around his waist, trying to pull him closer, your hands clawing down his back. "what is it, honey? makin' you feel so good, you're sobbing?" he'd coo, his voice full of faux sweetness. "such a slut, crying over dick." and he'd be so condescending, his dick hitting that spongy spot inside you that all you can do is hold onto him and sob into the pillow next to you </3

jongho ; the sweetest boy :( he just wants to take care of you, so when he hears you sniffling 'n hiccupping while bouncing on his dick, he'd have on hand resting on your waist, the other grabbing your chin between his thumb and forefinger, making you look down at him. "too much?" he'd ask, cooing when you nod and rub at your eyes. "c'mon, baby, i've got you." and he'd gently flip you over, keeping a hand behind your head so you don't hit anything.

#ateez #atz #ateez imagines #atz imagines #ateez reactions #atz reactions #ateez smut #atz smut #song mingi #kang yeosang #jung wooyoung #jeong yunho #choi san #choi jongho #park seonghwa #kim hongjoong

[ooshu]

(sequel to pt. 1)

-

“you’re not going anywhere.”

haechan pulls you inside the quarters of his dorm. you tried resisting but he was too strong. he closed the door behind you and took both of your wrists to soothe them.

“i’m sorry.”, haechan pleaded. he was trying to find your eyes as your face remain looking on the ground. you did not want to see him. no—you did not want him to see you like this. “did i hurt you?”

“please let me go.”

“no.”

“please, haech.”

“you’re doing this to me again.”, he whispered. “you’re leaving me again.”

“you’ll be fine.”

“what?”

“you have to.”, you finally faced him. you can see how confusion is traced on haechan’s face. “you’ll be fine.”

“no, no, no-”, haechan shook his head. “what do you mean?”

“i can’t be your friend anymore.”

ever since he left you in your own apartment, you haven’t heard from haechan in weeks. hell, it was even a month or two.

and you already played the scenario in your head; stuck like a loop; preparing your heart for how it will break when you finally meet the woman whom he had prayed for to come into his life.

“i think i might be in love.”, haechan told you as you both lay on the rooftop of your college building four months ago. he liked going to places that he knows are out of reach. “no, i am in love.”

you kept staring at the stars that are gradually revealing themselves to you. and you couldn’t wonder why haechan wouldn’t see you like you see them one by one.

you practiced your smile in front of the mirror, like a tomfoolery who desperately needs to conceal their feelings. you needed to cope; you needed to let go; you needed to face the truth. but receiving a deadline was much worse than confronting it. it crept up to you like a madman. your tears flowed like there was no tomorrow. oh, how cruel you must be, haechan lee. how cruel it is to be struck by cupid who does not know how to aim.

and seeing him after a month as you retrieve your things from your old roommate, it put you right back where you belong—as if fate wanted you to hurt more—square one. now, here you are, pulled by the person whom you craved to be touched here and there, and mend your broken heart as he’s the only person who could only do so.

but haechan, oh, my dearest; my greatest despair;

my love;

i don’t love you no more;

i don’t love you no more;

i don’t love you no more;

i don’t love you-

“you can't leave."

“i have to.”

“why?”

“because i love you, haechan lee.”

haechan’s gaze softens.

“and you’ll be fine.”

“stop saying that.”

“you will be, haech.”

haechan tightens the grip on your wrist and eventually found his way to interlock his fingers with yours. “how would you know i’d be fine, huh? how would you know how i’d feel-”

“because i’m sure you already are when you left me, haechan.”

just like that, haechan’s world stopped. he needed time to think how he would tell you how he truly feels—because damn sure what he did was irrational and illogical. he liked going to places that he knows are out of reach. but when it comes to you, he was terrified to cross the line.

“i love you.”

but for haechan, it was now or never.

“i know.”, and it felt like a thousand lies encapsulated into three words.

“i meant it when i said i love you.”, he pulled you into an embrace, and your body sinks into his touch. “how can i make you believe that i do?”

“i don’t think you know what you say sometimes, haech.”, you chuckled in disbelief. your voice, quite muffled as your face is buried in his chest. but you made you clearer as ever, and fuck, every utterance tasted like venom to your tongue—“it’s because you love her.”

“i don’t, i don’t, i don’t-”, haechan hugged you tighter. he slightly rocked you back and forth; he kissed the crown of your head and rested his chin on it. “oh, god. i don’t.”, you heard him clearing his throat as his voice falter. haechan was already sobbing.

“please let me go, haech.”, you grew weary; tired of understanding and thinking, and fucking things up—and your voice has voiced out emptiness; “you’ve hurt me enough.”

a minute of silence passed by. as seconds turned 30 to 50, you were counting down with the clock. these were the last minutes before you leave. and you have to unlearn so many different things, all things haechan lee, like this: you love how he smelled and how perfect is it your face on his chest, just like your bodies were meant for each other to be linked for eternity; such warm and comfort it gives. such a shame, such a shame. you were my home. such a shame.

“i would never hurt you.”, haechan broke the silence. “yet here i have. i’m so sorry.”

you chuckled, “you’re stupid sometimes, haech.”

haech, haech, haech—the endearment you can only call him. such a sweet, angelic voice—it lures him to sleep; it keeps him awake at night because he couldn’t wait until the morning to hear it again.

“i am.”, haechan agreed. “i tried loving her because i was so terrified of losing you.”

your eyes, formerly closed as you try to savor the last moments, slowly opened as you were being aware of what he is saying.

“fuck, i was already ready to see you in twenty years, hand in hand with a man who isn’t me. but i’m willing to endure that even if it means not losing you by my side.”, he continued. “and every day i wake up missing you terribly even though you’re sleeping in my bed because of the future i have to face;

and i pray a single day to heaven to give me such a strong heart so i couldn’t risk losing you.

but in the end,” he sighed. “no matter what i do, i’ve gone put you through a lot.”

with your mouth ajar, you were speechless.

“and she wasn’t you. fuck, she will never be. i tried seeing you in her but you were just… you. i decided to call it off, i was selfish having to try to love someone when i’m in love with you-”

you pulled out from his embrace and punched his chest. he didn’t flinch. you did it again and again and again, until tears pricked your eyes.

“you’re so”, you hit his chest once more, “fucking stupid, haechan!”

“i know.”, and all he could do is to take the hits; he deserves it, he thought.

then suddenly, he said—“i love you.”

it took you aback when he said those three words; i love you. it felt different and it sounds… genuine; so real. sure haechan has a way with his words, but he meant every syllable when he told you he’d make you believe. no more buts, no more excuses—for once and for all, haechan had crossed the line he thought he’d never risk stepping in, but the risk is worth the universe, as long as he would get you on his side forevermore.

“you’re so, so stupid, haechan lee.” you muttered.

the boy in front of you grinning like a fool, and sure did it make your heart flutter and stitched all way back to make it whole.

“so fucking stupid.”

#haechan angst #haechan oneshot #haechan fluff #haechan fic #haechan smut #haechan x reader #haechan scenario #haechan imagine #haechan imagines #nct dream donghyuck #nct scenarios #nct x gender neutral reader #nct x reader #nct fic #nct imagine #nct 127 #nct imagines #haechan #nct fanfic #nct dream angst #nct dream fluff #nct dream oneshot #nct dream drabble #nct dream #haechan x you #haechan x y/n #haechan x oc

[moremaybank]

I need you to do a blurb/head cannon of Rafe fucking you until you cry then he degrades you as he keeps going. Overstimulation from hell 🥹💦

dacryphilia blurb with rafe...

warnings 18+, unprotected sex, overstimulation, dacryphilia (lol you know i be loving the hell out this one), degrading, use of a vibrator because i couldn't help myself, language

author's note this took me so long to do bc i took a break and i'm so sorry for that but hopefully the smut makes up for it

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Your legs are in the air, trembling terribly as Rafe mercilessly drills his hips into you. The vibrations from the dainty little toy in his hand against your tender clit send shockwaves through your body, making you squirm and writhe around on the bed helplessly.

"Rafe. Please, baby. I-I can't," you whine, the tremendous and overwhelming pleasure causing your emotions to bubble up. You're barely able to catch your breath as Rafe punishes your pussy, and all you can muster up the energy for is simply letting Rafe fuck you into his mercy.

"Yes, you can. You're gonna take this cock whether you like it or not," he grunts. His hand slithers around your throat, squeezing as his cock slams into you harder. You clench around his cock, and he smirks down at you, going harder. "You wanna mouth off and say I can't make you cum? Fine. But I'm gonna show you just how wrong you are."

"I'm s-sorry. Shit," you cry, your voice strangled as tears prick in your eyes and begin to flow down your warm cheeks. He hits a rather deep but delicious part of you, buried into you far enough that it causes you to yelp.

"Aww, you’re crying? My cock is just too much for you, huh? You were talking such a big game about how I could barely get you there. Now, look at you. Poor baby.”

Rafe turns the level up on the vibrator, the buzzing now even more vigorous as it's pressed against you.

“Rafe,” you sob, feeling his cock plunge into you deeper when he presses down on your stomach. "Please. I didn't mean it. I take it back."

Rafe's hand moves to your jaw, clutching it tightly in warning. “God, you’re such a fucking crybaby. Stop being a brat. You're gonna give me one more on my time.”

“Rafe, p-please. It hurts. Can’t hold it, baby. I can’t.” 

“Good. Maybe that'll teach you to keep your mouth shut.”

You clench around his cock, your walls gripping his cock tightly. You aren't able to put up much more of a fight, but to Rafe, that doesn't matter. No matter how this goes, he's going to teach you a valuable lesson.

“Don’t you dare fucking cum. Hold that shit.”

You try and try, but there's no use. There's just too much going on. Rafe has completely taken over every one of your senses, and you feel the control slipping through your fingers. You cum hard, already feeling the impending soreness from Rafe's wild antics.

Your chest heaves erratically while you struggle to catch your breath, and the fact that Rafe hasn't stopped does nothing to aid you with your endeavours.

“Did you just cum?”

You watch as his irises darken, assumably from the fact that you've taken his power from him, and you know you're in for it.

“Now I'm gonna give you something to really cry about.”

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[vvagustd]

☼my cure - newt

[newt x reader]

synopsis - newt survives because my heart needed to be healed

warning! swearing, mention of newts accident, blood and knife use

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"You."

I could feel heavy blood running through my veins. This didn't feel like me, I felt… different. Loud thoughts clouded me like thick fog. I could feel my mind slipping away.

"Newt..?" Y/n's voice made me shiver. I had no control anymore, it took everything in me to not lunge at her. I never wanted to hurt her, I never did, but this wasn't me. I was something else, something uncontrollable.

"You're the cure. It's in your blood."

"Newt, what are you-?" I lost it.

I tackled her and her head slammed into the ground. Stop it! Stop hurting her! I knew what I was doing but I couldn't stop it. The virus took control and it knew she had the cure. It was like I was watching a horrible movie through my eyes, one where I hurt the love of my life.

She was the one good thing the creators ever sent up. I saw my fair share of slinthead greenies, but Y/n was something different. I was scared, and alone, until she came up. She was always there with me, even when I was stupid enough to try and take my own life by jumping off the Maze walls.

"newt," she tried to huff through my hands gripping her throat. That's when I realized there was a knife in my hand. I already knew what the virus was planning to do.

I fought with everything I could but I wasn't strong enough. I needed to take control, I needed to take control and get through to Y/n. It felt like I was ripping through my own mind as I pushed, and I pushed. I knew I was there, I could feel-

- "Well hello, greenie." I greeted a very timid girl, huddled in the corner of the Box. "What the fuck is a greenie?" She shot back. That received a lot of laughs and snickers from the other guys. We only had a handful of people in the glade so far, a greenie monthly and we only had about seven, now eight. "Where am I?"

"Welcome to the glade, greenie! I'm Newt, and up there is the first in command, Nick. And second in command, Alby." The two boys waved from the top as she stood on a box and looked out. "What the hell are those walls?" She asked, lifting herself out. "Why am I here? Why can't I remember anything?"

"Slow down, greenie. I know you have a lot of questions, but we only have limited answers. Your name should come back to you in a little wh-"

"Y/n."

-

"y/n," I whimpered out.

"It's me, Newt." She whispered, tears filling her eyes. "I'm right here." She cupped her face around my cheeks. I knew I didn't have enough time, I needed to get my point out now.

"Kill me."

"What..?"

I shoved the knife into her hands. "Kill me now!" I yelled. She flinched, the knife clutched in her shaky hands. "If you've ever loved me you'll kill me now, Y/n. You'll kill me before I turn into one of them." Tears ran down her cheeks as she sobbed. "Of course I fucking love you, Newt! I have since the glade. You're my everything.“ My tears mixed with the rain as I coughed up a heavy amount of blood. I was losing it, she needed to do it now.

"I love you so much, Y/n. That's why I need you to kill me, now. PLEASE FUCKING KILL ME."

Something snapped. The virus took over and I lost control as I jumped on her and tried to take the knife. Stumbling back on to the floor, we wrestled with the knife. The virus was trying to kill her for her blood, but I needed her to be alive. She had so much life left to live.

She screamed out in pain, the knife had gashed her in her stomach. It took everything she had to flip herself over on top, still crying out in agony. Her wound bled out everywhere as I fought for control of the knife, I kicked and screamed, grabbing the knife and her hands trying to desperately flip it around on her.

…

Suddenly the world came to a standstill. She did it, she plunged the knife into my chest. I fell back onto the ground behind me as Thomas and Minho came running over, grabbing her as she desperately kicked and punched. The last thing I heard was her screaming my name.

"I love you."

-

"Hey, can we talk?" I walked over to Y/n, my long time best friend. It took me a lot of courage to walk over to her, I didn't know how she was going to take this considering she's probably the most sporadic, unpredictable person I know.

But she's brave when I'm scared, she's hot-headed when I'm calm and maybe that's what I love about her. She's everything that keeps me even and she means everything to me. Today's the day I decided I'll tell her how I feel.

"Of course! Have a seat." She said, patting the ground next to her. I sat down and plopped back on the thick tree stump with a heavy exhale. "You alrighty, Newtie?“ You asked with a laugh. God, he thought you were beautiful. Everything from your laugh tho your hair, to how you yelled at the boys to keep then in line. It was like you kept the whole glade together.

"I wanted to tell you something, something I've had on my mind for a while." She turned and looked at me questioningly. "I've felt something more towards you, like there was something else I felt towards you other than friendship. I value you more than anyone in this glade but I also deeply admire you. Your beauty, how you're so eager to help out, how you always compliment Fry's mediocre cooking without fail." She let out a laugh as her cheeks flushed. "Are you trying to say you like me?"

I stumbled trying to find the right words when I suppose a yes would have done fine. She leaned in and brushed her hand across my cheek before her lips met mine. I completely froze, and she pulled away when she realized I wasn't kissing back.

"I'm so sorry, I thou-"

I wrapped my hands around the back of her neck and pulled her in for another kiss, this time deeper, more meaningful.

-

"Wake up!" A tall, big man in full armor shouted at me over the loud horn of a..

boat?

"Where the bloody hell am I?" I said, trying to sit up and immediately doubling over from the pain in my chest. "What the-?"

"Man, your lucky we got there when we did, you were bleeding out like crazy, can't believe that knife missed your heart." Oh no. Oh no no no no. I can't be here, I need to leave before-

I lifted up my shirtsleeve to find nothing on my arm, no virus in my veins. How is this even possible?

The events of that day flooded back to me, that one line repeating over and over again.

"You're the cure. It's in your blood."

During the fight her blood entered my bloodstream, the blood that would cure me. It's because of her, the girl I begged to kill me that night was the reason I'm still standing.

"Welcome to Paradise." I looked over from the edge of the boat to see a beautiful island. Sure it wasn't much, but there was people everywhere, some laughing and dancing, some getting food, and some making a bonfire. I prayed that Y/n had made it here, if anything she deserved to be here and not me.

"Do you know if a Y/n got here?" He thought about it for a moment. "Nah man, sorry. I don't know much about the people here. But what I do know, is that you're very lucky to be here. We found you half cranked out in the middle of the city, so if it wasn't for my crew I would have left your sorry ass."

The boat docked and the first thing on my mind was to find Y/n. If there was one thing I knew, it was that I desperately needed a shower. My tour guide took me to a disinfectant room, he gave me a change and I showered, probably the best treatment I've had in a very long time.

The sun never really showed since I got here, the island in a constant gray haze. I got led around to get a feel for the island, but everything felt unfamiliar, from the island down to the people. I passed dozens of faces, each either looked at me like there was sometimes wrong with me, or glanced and moved on. I prayed to see a familiar face. I prayed to see her face.

"Newt?"

I whipped my head around.

"Y/n?" My heart dropped. The memories from that night flooded in. Her tear covered face flashed my memory as she plunged that knife into my chest. How could she ever forgive me for what I did to her that night? I took a step forward and she staggered back.

"Is it really you?" Her voice was small, tears started filling her eyes. I nodded, tears filling my own as she ran into my arms. "I can't believe it's you!" She sobbed into my chest, being careful to avoid my injury. She pulled away and looked into my eyes. "How is this even possible?" She sniffled.

"You, love. You were my cure."

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hope you enjoyed my first newt fic! little angsty but it all works out

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[todayisawthewhxlewxrld]

"you act like you just saw a Ghost."

"all your games, all your lies"

synopsis// satoru gojo is horrible at pranks.

pairing// satoru gojo x gn! reader

word count// 1.3k

contents// the prank in question is playing dead, maybe borderline hurt/comfort?, angst maybe but regardless there's a happy ending?

notes// this is how im coping. gege is just punking us that's all. i also just thought this was such a stupid oneshot idea i love it i think im such a fucking comedian for this. but this is kinda (very) half-assed... anywho it was inspired by the song ghost by fefe dobson (dont play with me rn.)

"Satoru, I'm home!” 

When you get no response, you find yourself gazing about your eerily empty home. You hum to yourself. Odd. Satoru usually greets you right at the door.

“Satoru?” You call out again, trying to ignore how your anxiety rises as you slowly enter your bedroom.

Red immediately floods your vision; it’s everywhere. It’s on the walls, it’s on the bedsheets, it’s on the floor—there’s practically no place left untouched by the liquid. You swallow harshly and make a point to not step into the liquid that seems a little too similar to blood for comfort, albeit the task is to no avail because it's everywhere.

“Sato-“

Your voice dies in your throat the minute you see him on the ground. Satoru is laying there lifeless, covered in blood. There's no rise or fall of his chest, only an empty, vacant stare in his glossed-over eyes. You freeze. For far longer than you should have.

This isn't real.

This can't be.

There's no way Satoru is laying here dead, in a puddle of his own blood. You inhale harshly, not even aware you were holding your breath in the first place, as you drop down to your knees and crawl the rest of your way toward him, oblivious to the fact that you're now coated in just as much blood as he is. The moment you're by his side, It all hits you at once. Holy shit, Satoru is laying here in a puddle of his fucking blood. You hesitantly shake him.

“Satoru?”

You wait a second to see if he’ll say anything or do anything—even a twitch of his fingers would suffice, but nothing.

"Satoru, please,” you say, desperation flooding your voice as you shake him harder.

When nothing happens again, you shake him once more, but this time you don't stop. You simply keep shaking him, hoping that if you shake him hard enough, he’ll do something to prove he’s still alive.

"Satoru, this isn't funny." Your breathing is labored as panic fully seeps into your veins. "Satoru, wake the fuck up!” You slap his face, only for his head to merely loll to the side.

And that was the last straw. Suddenly you're thrown into a sob so violent it racks your whole body, shaking as you can do nothing but rest your head on his chest and sob for him to wake up, to stop messing around because this isn't funny, to just please wake up, yet he doesn't. You don't notice how his chest is starting to contract; you're sobbing so hard that you think it's just you who’s making him move, when suddenly a loud choke of laughter rings in your ears. You sit up immediately, still ugly-crying as you look down at Satoru, who is currently finding something absolutely hilarious.

Oh, you’ve lost it.

You’ve actually lost it; here you are hallucinating that your dead boyfriend is laughing.

Satoru wipes imaginary tears from his eyes. “Oh my god,” he says between laughs, “you should’ve seen your face!”

You blink at him, tears still freely flowing, as you lean back down and place your head against his chest.

“Whatcha doing?” 

“Shut the fuck up.” 

Satoru goes stiff but does as he’s told, and when you can hear his heart beating rhythmically, thumping perfectly fine as all hearts should, you grow cold, like maybe you’re the one who was actually dead a few seconds ago. You sit back up.

“Gonna tell me what you were doing now or-“

His sentence is interrupted by you abruptly standing up and screeching in a fit of anger, or maybe more so, betrayal, “You fucking asshole!”

Satoru, clearly taken aback, scrambles to stand up along with you, holding his hands out in front of him placatingly. "Woah, woah, babe, calm down-"

“Calm down?” You snap, staring at him with an animosity he’s never seen from you before. "Don't tell me to calm down when I thought you were just fucking dead!”

He sheepishly glances down at the fake blood-covered floor. “It was just a prank..."

“Fuck you!” And you snap, thrown head first into another sobbing fit, wrapping your arms around yourself in a pitiful attempt to comfort yourself while you babble incoherently: "I don't—I can't."

Satoru’s heart breaks right inside his chest, and he doesn’t think he’s ever regretted anything more than his stupid idotic antics right now. He can't bear to see you like this; this might actually kill him. He can't take it. He can't take knowing that he’s the entire reason you're in this state in the first place. He takes a step closer, opening his arms up to hug you, and you flinch away from him the moment you notice.

"Don't touch me, Satoru.”

Satoru frowns, ignoring the tears stinging his eyes and the burning sensation of rejection that encompasses him whole. He thinks—no, he knows—that whatever he could say right now wouldn't help, but maybe giving you some space will, so he steps back and clears his throat. "I'm gonna go shower.”

You sniffle and turn away from him, brusquely waving him off. “Do whatever you want."

 ☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★ 

Satoru walks out of the bathroom with one towel in hand, drying his hair, and finds you sitting on the edge of the bed. He can’t help but notice the new sheets laid out and how the room is squeaky clean, quickly realizing you were left with the unfortunate task of cleaning up the last remaining remnants of his prank as he showered. You finally notice him in the doorway, but you hardly even spare him a glance.

“Are you still mad at me?” he asks as he makes his way toward you, tossing the towel on the floor before taking a seat next to you.

“You’re an asshole.”

"I know, I'm sorry,” he mumbles as he subtly scoots in closer toward you, and when you don’t bother moving away, he draws you into his arms, your back to his chest as he places his head on your shoulder. "I just wanted to play a prank on you.”

You stay stiff, refusing the innate need to melt into him. “You’re horrible at pranks.”

He buries his face in the crook of your neck and mumbles, "I know that now.”

You hum curtly, ignoring the shivers down your spine—though your resolve is very quickly turning nonexistent, you’ve never been anything but putty in his hands.

Satoru places chaste kisses against your neck, murmuring, “How long are you gonna torture me for?”

“Till you've thought about your actions.”

He pulls away from you and twists your body around so that you’re face-to-face. “I have! I thought about them the whole time in the shower.” He leans in and nudges his nose with yours, whispering, "I'm sorry.”

You stare at him blankly for a moment before sighing, your entire body sagging in relief as you finally give in to your desires and close the distance between you two. Satoru, overjoyed with the fact you’re kissing him, can’t help but return the favor with vigor. Each kiss is followed by him mumbling, "I'm sorry," and it goes on for god knows how long—though you don’t really care, you just care that he is alive, that he is kissing you, that he is here, and it was just a very poor, poor prank that hopefully he’ll never do again—no, a prank you’ll make sure he never does again. You take back the initiative and kiss him deeply, taking his bottom lip between your teeth that has a whine escaping Satoru’s mouth before it transforms into a full-on wince of pain from you biting him.

He pulls away abruptly, his fingers darting up to cradle his bottom lip. “Ow! What the hell was that for?”

You stare up at him innocently, even going as far as tilting your head to the side like you’ve done nothing wrong at all—though your facade is quickly shattered when you lean back in and Satoru instinctively leans back, but you grab him by the back of his neck, forcing his head in place harshly, whispering through a menacing smile, “If you ever pull something like that again, Satoru Gojo, I will personally make sure that you die by my hands.”

“…Noted.”

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𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐚' 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 [ 𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈 𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐎 ]

𝐨𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟐 | 𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗺𝘂𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 |

cw: suggestive[ as always, a little more ], foul language, dd/lg, age difference, overstimulation, rough sex, obsessive toji, established relationship, fem!reader.

note: overstimulation is a state where an individual experiences an excessive or overwhelming level of sexual arousal, stimulation, & pleasure.

𝐃𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐘! 𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈, who always keeps his hands on you, no matter where you are. never lets you sit, stand, walk, by yourself. goes as far as forcing you to only use the restroom at home. or the family bathroom.

𝐃𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐘! 𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈, who doesn't respond unless you call him daddy. never his name, especially not his last name since, well, are you talking about yourself or him?

𝐃𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐘! 𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈, who loves to make you whimper in fear when he pulls you down into his laps, your cute little butt facing up as he coos down at your shivering figure, large, rough hand caressing your rear, that same cooing voice saying the utmost vulgar things.

𝐃𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐘! 𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈, who doesn't stop spanking you even when you beg him, even when you cry and sob into the cushion of the sofa, because, "you love this so much don't you, little girl?" who finds it so cute that even though you can't even see with your eyes open, your cute little drooling mouth cries for more, breath shivering and body twitching, begging for more.

𝐃𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐘! 𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈, who loves to listen to you whine has his wrists finally stop, squeezing the blushing skin. "oh, but doesn't it hurt, princess? didn't you want me to stop?" teasing and teasing you over and over again, making you beg and snivel for him to keep going.

𝐃𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐘! 𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈, who makes sure it hurts when he picks you up and slams your hips down onto his lap like a fleshlight. who grins and licks his lips as your freshly done nails dig into his fleshy back, babbling nonsense as the hand that held your hips raised to smack your ass once more, returning to your hips to lift you up and down over and over again, violently thrusting back up to meet you. his tongue traced up your cheeks, licking up the tears that spilled from your eyes, voice rumbling phrases your spinning mind couldn't catch.

𝐃𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐘! 𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈, who fucks you even harder when you call him daddy, making your moans fall silent as his thrusts shove the air out of your lungs. whos hands easily wrap around your thighs as he pulls your knees over his shoulders, turning you to lie on your back as he continues.

𝐃𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐘! 𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈 who savors the way your tiny, weak, pathetic, hands push at his chest, mouth agape as your gasp for air, head spinning, vision blurry, your cunt spasming around him. his hips don't stop, not even when you tighten so much around him he laughed into your ear, "you tryna' snap my dick off, little girl?"

𝐃𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐘! 𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈, who doesn't stop even when he knows the both of your are going to need to sleep in the guest room, especially with each painfully delicious orgasm after another that he pulled from you. who grins down as his abdomen feels sticky, spreading your juices across your soft tummy, licking his juices as you sob and cry out his name, drool dribbling down your cheek into a pool on the sheets.

𝐃𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐘! 𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈, who loves the way you twitch in the bath as he washes you off, who laughs from how sensitive and reactive you are, not being able to control himself at the very sound of your cute voice whining, not his name, "daddy, s' too much".

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did too much thinking to get this shit out i dont even got anything to say

DADDYS HOME HOME FOR MEEE

༒︎ 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫; 2023 ༒︎

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Hello! if you accept requests, can I make it?

I hope the answer is yes🙂‍↕️

I really, really, REALLY want to see the situation with Thomas Hewitt when he was too affected by Hoyt's joke. Thomas was offended by him to the point of tears for the first time in many years, and Y/N calms him down.This only makes Tommy cry harder, since no one has calmed him so tenderly before. They spend a long time together like this until Tommy stops crying. (I ESPECIALLY WANT MORE DESCRIPTION OF TOMMY’S EMOTIONS. You can even write on his behalf if you wish🥺)

thank you very much, and have a nice day!

Someone to fall back on

It was a joke. A mean joke, but a joke nonetheless.

Thomas Hewitt heard them all before. The mean jokes, snide comments and straight up merciless teasing. From strangers, from victims. From some of his own family.

Hoyt's words towards him has always had a underlying tone of hate. Talking down to him like he was a child. Criticizing everything he's done to keep his family safe. And this only seemed to escalate when Thomas met you.

Brave, beautiful, wonderful you. He never imagined that he could love one person so much.

But not everyone thought your love was beautiful.

"Why the fuck else would someone stay with him?!? It ain't definitely for his looks!"

"That bitch is just waitin' for him to fuck up like he always do!"

"You must really fuck 'em good if they're willin' to put up with your ugly mug, eh Tommy? "

It hurt. It hurts.

There was so much nasty thoughts swimming around Thomas's head, that he didn't feel that first tear fall down his cheek. Or the one after that. Or the one after that.

He didn't feel his hands gripping his hair so tightly, he was pulling out strands. He couldn't hear anything else but the pounding of his own heart and his uncle's voice replaying like a broken record. His body shaking, breathing coming out in short puffs.

Anxiety ate away at him, piece by piece. Despair tore through his heart like a freight train.

Everything was wrong. He was wrong. He was the monster keeping you in this hell hole for his own selfish reasons. He kept you because he loved you.

And you stayed because you feared him.

Thomas could feel his consciousness slipping away. Good, maybe he'd never wake back up.

But what would happen to you?

"-Mas? Thomas? Tommy!"

Your hands grabbed his, prying them off his abused scalp. He was scared to look at you, not knowing what look would be on your face. Disgust? Fear? He couldn't handle any of those.

He heard you sigh, then could feel your body sit next to him. When did he get down on the floor?

"Tommy, baby, are you okay?" You scoffed "Of course you're not. Your uncle's a asshole."

You grabbed his face in your hands, forcing him to look at you. His teary eyes reluctantly met yours. You smiled "There's my handsome man. With his pretty eyes. "

Slipping on to his lap, you ran your fingers through his hair "You can't believe everything Hoyt says, Thomas. He's a bitter, old man."

"I love you, Thomas Hewitt. And I'm sorry if I haven't told you enough, showed you enough. And I'm sorry that Hoyt's words hurt that much. But nothing he says is, or will ever be, true."

With the upmost tenderness, you removed the beaten leather mask from his face. Placing a kiss on his forehead, you continued "I'm here because I love you. I stayed because I love you. Not because I'm scared, not because of pity. I love you, Thomas. Just you."

Thomas let out a broken sob and you brought his head to your chest "Tommy, please, there's nothing wrong with crying. I'd rather you get snot all over me than you kept all this in."

The quiet sobs turned into quiet wails as Thomas's arm pulled you closer to him. You hummed, some song he couldn't place a name on. Maybe it wasn't real, Thomas thought, you had a knack for random melodies.

But you were real.

This was real.

#slasher x reader #slashers x reader #slasher headcanons #thomas hewitt headcanon #thomas hewitt x y/n #thomas hewitt x reader #tcm the beginning #texas chainsaw the beginning #the texas chainsaw massacre #thanks for the ask!

[elletheactualmenace]

Was it Worth it?

Pairing: Bruce Wayne(battinson) x fem!reader

Summary: Bruce did something and he is afraid you won’t ever look at him the same.

Warnings: Unfaithfulness, betrayal, harsh words, angst

Word Count: 3.7k

a/n: probably definitely my favorite of the ones I’ve been working on. I kinda wish I made the ending a little different, but I still like it. Should I make another part? Idk, anyways enjoy.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

There is a gentle humming vibration radiating from the floor of Bruce's bat cave. His music is the only thing keeping the room from being dead silent. He's hunched over the table not even sitting in the chair. He looks exhausted, because he is. The tension in the air almost hurts as much as the situation itself. Your chest squeezes in pain and your stomach is dropped farther than you think possible. Bruce, doesn't move. He won't move. He can't look at the mess he made. The mess he got both of you in.

You stand in the middle of the icy cold room. A shiver runs down your spine. Your eyes are wet and puffy. No tears have fallen, and you are going to make sure you keep it that way. At least until you are alone. You won't give him that. Your tears. They're yours, and he no longer has the right to see you in that kind of vulnerability.

Your gaze wanders over the room. It's big. And has a lot of technology. It's dark and it's lonely in a way that reminds you of Bruce. You've been in here before, many times before, but the aura is different, and it's chilling. You can't tell if you're glad or angry. And if you are being honest, if the opportunity to go back and change everything appears, you aren't sure if you would take it or leave it.

"Well," You exhale a regrettable shaky breath. You straighten out your stance. You clear your throat and sniffle in your sadness and disappointment. "I'm going to bed." You turn on your heel towards the elevator.

Your steps are loud involuntarily, and they make Bruce's chest tighten with guilt and an overwhelming sense of self-hatred. His eyes sting from fatigue and emotional pain. His tongue glides over his lip, thinking of how he should approach this, or if he should at all. But he hears your scolding voice in his head. ’Bruce, you need to do something. You have to.’

The echo of your shoes against the concrete ground ends abruptly. You tilt your head up, looking at the ceiling trying to stop the sobs and shaking from taking over. You squeeze your eyes shut, taking in a long breath.

"Bruce," You start while pressing the elevator button. You hear it descending from the floors above. The sound is audibly shaky because of the quiet unspoken tension in the air. Bruce's head turns slightly at the soft sound of your voice.

"Was it worth it?" You're curious, but there is an undertone giving away the true intent of your question. You want him to feel the guilt and feel the same amount of pain and hurt you do.

"No." He whispers the ache in his heart evident in his voice.

“Was she worth it?” Your words are like venom. The elevator door slides open with a ding.

“No. Never. Why would you think that?” Bruce grumbles out, almost insulted. Your jaw tightens at his tone. Why the hell was he insulted? You should be screaming and crying, but you keep your cool for the sake of everyone. For the sake of your marriage. The clashing of your teeth is loud in your head. 

“I'm sorry, what?” Your fist tightens at your side. Now you're not just sad, you're pissed. How the fuck is he fixing this but trying to play the victim? He is not allowed to feel insulted, he doesn’t have that privilege.

Bruce doesn’t say anything, realizing the sound of his voice makes you mad. He stinks in on himself, feeling the guilt and the wrongfulness crawling from the pit of his stomach into every fiber of his being. He wants to undo everything, he wants to fall on his knees and beg for your forgiveness. But you need space. And begging will do as much as fucking Selina again. He needs to do something that proves to you he’s sorry and that it won’t happen again. But he’s not even sure he can prove it to you or that it won't happen again. He prays to everything that it won’t.

“Why would I think that?” You mumble to yourself in disbelief. You questionably hum, loudly, comically, mocking him. You laugh bitterly.

Suddenly it hits you. Why were you giving him so much as a thought right now? He doesn’t deserve your patience. He doesn’t deserve every night you waited for him to come home. He doesn’t deserve your constant ‘it’s fine’ even when it wasn’t. He doesn’t deserve the fact that you hadn’t done something drastic yet. But at the same time you knew his heart was good, and he deserves the world. You don’t know anymore. Fuck your indecisiveness. 

“I’m too tired to deal with all of this right now. Goodnight Bruce.” You step into the elevator, back to the cave. You push the button without a sound and are off.

The second the doors open again you’re met face to face with Alfred. When he sees your sad and pained expression he is immediately by your side. 

“Mrs. Wayne? Are you alright ma’am?” His face is full of concern. And you have to remind yourself to keep it together.

“I’m fine Alfred thank you. I think I’m ready for bed.” You curse how shaky your voice is, because Alfred notices too.

“Of course ma’am. Do you need anything before then?” Alfred is and always has been thoughtful and respectful of others, it was his job of course. 

“No. I’m-, I’ll be alright. Thank you, Alfred. You are too good for this world.” He smiles at your compliment and gives a small thank you. Your unsteady breathing makes him worried, but he lets you be. If you needed to talk you would have. So he lets you travel up the stairs and into the master bedroom.

——

Alfred is furious. What has Master Bruce done this time? Alfred practically stomps down to the bat cave. He storms in with fire in his eyes. 

Alfred loves you. As if you are his own. You are kind, witty, and an absolute pleasure to have around. You also care about Bruce, and he knew from the second he met you that you were going to stick around even if Master Bruce would be stubborn about it for a while.

When Bruce hears the loud steps, he perks up, hoping it’s you and that he can at least try to apologize. When he hears Alfred’s angry voice roaring throughout the cave his shoulders slump.

“Mater Bruce.” The volume of Alfred’s voice surprises him.

Bruce stays quiet. What did you say? No, he thought, she didn’t say anything. That’s not like her.

“Why have you sent your wife away in such a state? What did you say? What did you do?” Alfred never raises his voice much, but now is one of those rare occasions.

“I didn’t send her off. She left voluntarily,” Bruce responds in a gruff voice.

There is a beat of silence as Alfred gathers his thoughts and anger. Obviously you had left voluntarily. Bruce would never throw you out. Never. So, what had he done to hurt you?

“What did you do?” Alfred repeated in a firm voice. Bruce’s shoulders tighten even more than they already are. Bruce breathes out slowly, trying not to show his emotions, like always.

“I-“ Bruce starts, but his breathing gets shaky, and he stops. It feels like it hurts him just as much, if not more than you. But he would never dare say that out loud, he won’t ever try to make you think your feelings are inferior to his.

“I did something,” Bruce pauses, “And I-,” he pauses again. Alfred is so use to Bruce not sharing that the waiting doesn’t bother him anymore. Alfred lets him think about how to word it.

“I don’t think she will ever look at me the same. I don’t think she will ever forgive me.” Alfred can hear the pain in his words. He feels horrible. He wants to know what he did that was so bad.

“What did you do-“ Alfred cuts himself off when he sees Bruce switch on a screen. It’s one of the recordings he takes when goes out through his contacts. Alfred lets out an audible gasp when he sees her. Selina Kyle.

“You didn’t-“ 

“I did.” Bruce says bluntly, angry at himself. His eyes wander in a misty haze. Glazed over with regret.

“Master Bruce,” Alfred starts, but he stops mouth agape. As if he can’t put together what he wants to say. Like he doesn’t know himself. 

He loves you and he loves Bruce. And Bruce messed up big time. It’s going to be way more, incredibly difficult than usual for Bruce to fix this.

Alfred let Bruce be alone in his thoughts, but when he realizes it will take hours for him to truly have his thoughts straight, he marches down to the cave and demands he go and fix this.

“Go.” Alfred has a serious look on his face. “You can’t just leave her there to cry, Master Bruce.”

“I- I need to think,” Bruce argues but Alfred isn’t having it.

“I will let you know you’ve been ‘thinking’ for almost two hours. You’re done thinking. You need to go and confront the situation head on.” Alfred says sternly.

“No, I can’t,” Bruce says arrogantly.

“I don’t see why you are having such trouble. Facing things head on is the bat's job after all.” Alfred retorts and Bruce stays quiet.

“Now,” Alfred starts, “Go, before I burn your suit and have all the entrance to here,” He gestures to the batcave. “Sealed.”

Bruce narrows his eyes. He knows not to mess with Alfred when he threatens, even if it seems so casually, he is dead serious. Bruce has experienced it firsthand before.

“Get moving Master Bruce, before I drag you up there myself. Don’t forget you taught you everything you know.” Alfred says with a pointed look, before turning on his heel to exit. 

—-

You don’t remember a time that you have hurt as much as you do now. After brushing off Alfred successfully, at least for a bit, you moped up to the bedroom, your and Bruce’s bedroom.

After getting inside and shutting the absurdly large doors, you turn your back against the doors. Leaning all of your weight on them. Using them as a source of support. Now, finally, you let go. You let everything you have been hiding behind fall. The strong attitude to face your cheating husband. The tears pour in choked sobs. You slide down to the floor, back still against the big doors.

After a long while of sitting there you got up and got changed. If your life is falling apart your figure you might as well be comfortable. 

The tears never really stop, not really. They only slow every once in a while then come back even stronger than before. It’s getting hard to breathe. You can’t even sit on the bed, it smells like him. So you sit on the windowsill, looking out at the streets of Gathom.

You don’t know what to do. It’s not really something they make books, or guides for. Screaming at his face seems like a very appealing opinion right now. Or you could run, just for a bit, take the car you had before you moved in, and he, annoyingly at the time, felt the need to buy you a new car as one of the many welcome gifts. You had told him that you didn’t need anything, but he insisted, he always does. He’s thoughtful in that way. Always giving you things. You love him, and always will love- 

Wait. What the fuck? Why the hell are you doing? That loving husband you ‘will always love’ cheated on you. And proceeded to not tell you for almost five months. And you have only been married for a little less than a year. And what happened to taking the car and running? That thought just seemed to slip away.

You want to forgive him but at the same time you want to cry and scream at him for being a dick and hurting you. For all the time you have known Bruce he would never do something like this purposely, at least not from what you’ve seen. If someone asked you yesterday if you trust him and believe him, the answer would be an immediate yes, no questions asked. But now you aren’t sure. He has probably done so many things you don’t know about, and he has just never told you. 

The tears start to lessen, but the pain in your chest is still present. You had asked Bruce to put in a cushion on the window seat, and of course, he did. It was soft, sure, but it was always cold and isolated. You sat here when you waited for Bruce to come home from his nightly work. So the seat always reminds you of that lonely feeling. And right now the feeling is amplified.

You just want him to know what you did wrong. What is so bad about you that he has to go find someone else to be intimate with. All you can think about are the thousands of things you could have done wrong.

A soft knock sounds from the door. You can’t tell if you with its Bruce or Alfred. But either way you get up and walk over to the doors of the master bedroom.

You pull the doors open, head hung low towards the ground. You spot black dirty boots standing in front of you. It's Bruce. And somehow the sadness in the pit of your stomach enhances at the sight of the boots.

You squeeze your eyes shut, then push the door close. But something stops the satisfying sound of the door clicking closed. A boot specifically.

A growl grows from deep in your throat. 

“Go away,” The boot remains wedged in between the door frame and the door.

“Please?” It's more of a rude demand than a question. But instead of following your request a hand on the other side of the door pushes it open.

“I know you probably don’t want to talk but-“ You cut him off.

“No, I definitely don’t want to talk. That's why I came up here.” You finally look up into his hooded eyes. They’re bloodshot red, but you can’t tell if it's because he was crying or because he is sleep deprived. It's most likely the latter.

Bruce sighs sadly, he hates that he hurt you. He hates how your red puffy eyes and stuffy nose are because of him, because of what he did. He hates himself for letting Selina get to him. He knows it is and always will be his fault, but putting some blame on Selina, which she deserves, takes off some of the weight.

“Can I come in?” He asks, and you reluctantly let him in. Your body is heavy with dread. You don’t know how this will end, and thinking about leaving this room a single woman is horrifying.

Bruce walks to the windowsill you follow close behind, but keeping your distance. “What do you want to talk about?” You ask genuinely. “Are you here to tell me you had an affair with someone else? Someone other than Selina?” It comes out before you can stop it. And your breath hitches. You almost cover your mouth with your hand but stop yourself. After thinking about it alone, you realized that with Bruce, you need to let him speak before you start yelling. It never ends well when you just yell and don’t listen too.

Bruce looks hurt as he looks down at you with a frown. You sigh feeling ashamed for accusing him before he even got to speak.

“Sorry,” You mumble. “You can talk now.”

“Well, I-“ He pauses and sighs, finding it hard to put his thoughts and feelings into words. “Im sorry, and I- I know that most likely means nothing at all, and does nothing. But I just- I need you to know. Im so sorry.” His shoulders fall along with the walls that were previously up when you were down in the cave. 

You don’t say anything, you can’t. You can’t say it's okay, because it's not. So you let him continue.

“The night it happened, I wasn't in my right mind.” You scoff, and he understands that it sounds like absolute bull shit. So he re-words it. “I mean, I wasn’t focused, I was stuck somewhere else.” Your sniffle rips at his heart. That sounds stupid too.

“Fuck, I was missing you. And I needed you, but you weren’t there. She was. I regret it and always will.” It still sounds stupid and like bullshit, but he doesn’t care, it’s the truth.

“I wanted to come home early, and I was going to. I was. I was going to come home to you, but Selina- she,” He pauses, his breathing goes ragged. “She stopped me and I didn’t make it home.”

The room is quiet. You're thinking and Bruce is waiting for you to say something, anything. You breathe in slowly.

“So,” You start, “I didn’t do anything wrong?” Your voice cracks as your shoulders fall and you crumble into a million broken pieces.

“What?” He’s genuinely confused, in a soft voice. Why would you think you did something wrong? Bruce can’t figure it out. “Why would you think that?” Tears well up in his eyes as he watches your brave face fall right in front of him.

You laugh as tears roll down your checks. “I- I mean you’ve been distant lately, more than normal. And I guess the only explanation is that- I did something, or I didn’t do something,”

Bruce breathes out a shaky breath, trying to stop his own tears from spilling. “Y/n, you could never do anything wrong. I did the wrong thing. I’ve been distant because of this.” His words come out slowly, more than normal, like he is really trying to make a point. “And I can never make up for what I’ve done, but I need you to know that you’ve never done anything wrong.”

You look down with furrowed brows and tears running down your pink checks. It isn’t your fault. He was just being an insensitive prick, but he said he was thinking about you before it happened. You're stuck. You want to slap him and hug him at the same time. You don’t know what to say or do with what you were just given. Bruce is your husband and the love of your life, but he cheated on you, that’s something intolerable and horrible. You don’t want to walk out of his life, or make him leave yours.

You stand with him like this for what seems like an eternity. Both of you are thinking about what will happen next. Bruce thinks you will up and leave him, he knows you have the right to, but that doesn’t mean it's what he wants, he has to remind himself that this isn’t about him, it's about what he did.

You sharply look up at him and Bruce blinks in surprise at your sudden movements. You huff out an angry breath. Bruce waits for the four treacherous words to fall from your lips. He waits holding his breath.

“I want…”

A divorce. Bruce thinks as his shoulders slump and a tear slips down his check.

“I want a bit of space.” Bruce freezes. What does that mean? “I don’t want a divorce. But I need time to heal, and to gain back everything that you’ve-, ruin-” you pause not want to be straight out rude. But inevitably you decided against being nice. “messed up.” You say in a somewhat steady voice, your arms wrapping around your body to try and comfort you. Bruce knows you were going to say ruined, but he's glad you don’t, it shows that you are willing to help him mend your marriage, it gives him hope.

“Thank you,” he says with a sob almost falling over. “I- Im so sorry, I don’t deserve you. I never have.” He sobs out, finally letting the weight of his screw up show.

“You're right, you don’t.” Bruce's eyes fall to the ground in shame. He tries to compose himself. “But in time, hopefully you will again.” You state bluntly as you try to keep your voice steady and strong, while also keeping more tears from falling in a downpour.

“And I- I need you to just hold me.” You say softly grabbing his hand and leading him to your king bed. You’re still angry, but you need him to be here for you right now. 

He follows you to the edge of the bed and pulls off his boots as you slide under the comforter. You still look so hurt, because you are. Bruce knows this isn’t you forgiving him, this is you giving him his first chance to mend what was broken.

Bruce climbs in much less gracefully under the blanket, he waits for you to come to him. And you do. You wrap your arms around his waist and rest your head on his chest. His shirt smells like him and it makes you much more tired than you were five minutes ago. 

“I will always be here to hold you.” He whispers into your ear as he kisses the top of your head. He feels a wet spot forming on his shirt and guilt overtakes him for the millionth time in weeks. But Bruce just shuts his eyes tight and pulls you into him even closer. Silently letting you know that you can cry for as long as you need.

Your cries turn to sobs as you grip his black shirt tightly in your fists. After a long time of on and off sobs your tears turn into whimpers and sniffles. Bruce rubs your back in soothing circles, it's what he does when he wants you to sleep. You do just that. You drift off in his arms, and without any more words he knows, as he holds you in his arms that he will have to make it up to you and gain back your trust. And he will. Starting now, he will do anything and everything in his power to repair, patch up, restore, and piece back together what he ruptured.

#battinson #bruce wayne x reader #angst #x reader #bruce wayne x you #batman x reader #Batman

[norrisleclercf1]

It's All A Lie

Pairing: Lando Norris x Reader x Charles Leclerc

Words: 3K

Warnings: Just pure angst, honestly it just hurts the entire time

Rating: PG-13

Synopsis: It all comes crashing down when your lies are all revealed, no one is spared and everyone leaves broken in some way

Our Boy Masterlist/ Previous: Hey Dad / Next: Letter 1

"Good to see me again?" Nico makes a noise of discomfort hearing the sharp edge of your father's voice. "I highly doubt this a good to see me again, moment Nico. Especially how we all left things off." Mr. Häkkinen cuts, deep Nico stepping back from Elijah. 

"Selitä itsellesi. Nyt." Flinching at your father's words, you feel like that little girl again, telling him you're pregnant. He was furious, more so that you were stupid enough to let Nico get your pregnant. It was a couple months before he came around. "Isä, minä olen," Mika holds his hand, not wanting to hear your excuses. 

"Elijah, go with your Pa and Dad." "No." Your eyes widen at Elijah's bold disobedience towards your father. "No? Boy, I suggest you do as you're told." Elijah stands his ground, refusing to move from Nico's side. "Elijah, do as you're told." Nico whispers, not wanting to make this worse. "Why? They're not my fathers, they didn't fucking know you're my father." Elijah spits. "Elijah James Leclerc-Norris, you will listen to your grandfather. Go." You snarl, furious at him acting like this. 

"I hate you, I hate you all!" Elijah yells, shoving past Charles and Lando. Lando reaches out for him, but he yanks his arm out of Lando's hold, running down the paddock. "Elijah, wait!" Lando yells, following after his little boy. "Nice job," Nico snides; as you turn, glaring at him, you open your mouth to start arguing, but Charles steps between you. "Enough," Charles's voice was dark, shaking with rage. 

"Charles is correct. The race is getting close to starting. And you," Mika hits you with a stern gaze. "Go find your son, try to repair what little relationship you have left with him." Chest shaking, you nod, "I'll be back." You whisper to Charles, hand on his back, but he steps away. "Take your time," Something in the way Charles says it tells you everything you need to know. 

"Charles," You reach out for him, but he steps back again. "I said go. You'll need the time to make up more lies to explain all of this." He walks past you; the ice of his words has your blood cold. "Charles," Watching his figure get swallowed by the crowd, you blink fast, everything too much. "Well, little Miss Innocent is getting her due justice. The time has finally come." Mika shakes his head but knows he can't defend you from this. Nico was right. 

"Fuck you, Nico!" Your ex can't help but chuckle at your words. You have nothing to throw in his face now. "Fuck me? You're the one who made me the villain! That I'm the horrible father. Wake up, sugar. Your worst nightmare is coming true," Stepping closer, Mika's hand thumps against Nico's chest as he leans in. "You're a horrible mother." "Hey!" Mika snaps, but Nico shrugs and steps back. "I hope lying about everything was worth losing the 3 most important people in your life." You watch, sniffling as Nico heads up the VIP entrance, losing sight of him as he walks through the doors. 

"Daddy." You whimper. Mika looks at you with nothing but disappointment and sadness. "I raised you better, and all you've shown me is that you're still that little girl who's angry at Nico. You did all this just to get back at him. And he's right, you're filled with such anger and contempt that you've lied to your son and your....whatever Lando and Charles are to you," Mika takes a deep breath, laying a hand on your shoulder. "Grow up, you have 2 children. Stop acting like one and face the music." His hand slides off as he heads back to the McLaren hospitality. 

Everyone's left you; you can't stop as you sink onto the stairs and sob. Nico left you again. Your father has left you, Elijah, and Lando. Charles, who promised never to leave you, has also left you. The loud cheers and roar of the engines tell you that the race has started. Phone binging, you tear it out of your pocket, thinking it's Elijah; instead, Cecile texting you that she's at the Mercedes garage. 

You don't move from your spot, choking on another sob as you throw the phone, yelling as it shatters. Nico was right; your worst nightmare was coming true. 

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"Daddy? When's Mama coming home?" Lando jumps a little, Cecile's voice shocking him as he tucks her in. "She's with some friends; she'll be home in the morning." Lando lies the words like acid. Lando hated lying; being told lies made him sick. "Okay, good night, Daddy." Cecile smiles. How Lando wishes she'd remain oblivious to the turmoil that will soon fall on the house. "Good night." 

"She asleep?" The bedroom door closes as Lando looks at Charles, who holds a photo album on his lap. "I," Lando's face crumbles. Charles is quick to toss the book to the side and moves, pulling Lando into his chest. "He said we weren't his fathers." Lando sobs, holding onto Charles for dear life. "I know." Charles was past tears, having cried on the podium. Everyone thought he was just happy. 

Unaware that Charles didn't know if he'd have a family to come home to. "She lied about everything, everything, Charles." Lando gasps, and the older one moves them to the little couch, sitting him down. Charles wants to say words of comfort, but how could he? He didn't know what to say. All he wanted to do was to scream at you until his throat was bloody and raw. Instead, he remains silent as Lando cries himself to sleep. 

Charles refuses to sleep; he can't. The anger was too intense, and each time he closed his eyes, your lies and memories of Elijah saying he wasn't his father kept him up. Lando tossed and turned, waking at odd hours either to check his phone or to cry. 

"Good morning." Cecile smiles, skipping down the stairs, ready for school. "Daddy? Papa?" Her face dropped, seeing the pale and sickly faces of her parents. "Hey, gummy bear. Ready to visit Grandmere?" Lando tries to smile but fails, lips wavering. "Yeah," Cecile's feet shuffle, unsure if she should ask what happened with Elijah. "I'll drive you," Charles grabs his keys, but his daughter waves him off. "I'll walk," "Wait," Lando calls, but the back porch door shuts, Lando hanging his head. 

"What do we say? Hey, Mama lied about everything? About her family? About your brother's father? How he didn't sign away his rights? Oh, we don't know where they are?!" Lando slams his glass into the sink, pieces of the cup flying up. Charles stares at his husband back; he wants to talk, but anytime he does. Nothing but vile words come up. "Well?" Lando snaps, turning to Charles. 

"Don't snap at me," Charles looking at Lando. "I don't know what to say. I want to be understanding, yet I only want to scream at her." Lando shakes his head, phone dinging with his alarm. "I have a meeting." Charles nods as Lando slides on his shoes and slams the garage door. The Front door opens, and Charles sighs as he cleans up the broken glass. "Did you forget your keys again?" He stops, seeing you in the kitchen archway. 

"Get out." "Charles, please," You plead, rushing to his side, but he moves behind the island. "Get out, get out of this house. You," Breathless, he tries to gather his thoughts. "Do you have any idea what you have done? Was Nico right? About it all?" Charles watches as you're unable to meet his eyes; he laughs, rubbing his face. "FUCK!" Jumping as he slams his hands down. 

"Years, you've had 16 years to tell us, me, the truth, and you didn't. I mean fuck, I should be to blame. I never asked you questions because I didn't want to dig up bad memories. I married you without even asking about your family. All this proves is that I was a fool in love." He spats as you take several deep breaths. "Was?" You ask, picking up that one word. "What?" "Was. You said I was a fool in love." You repeat his words. 

Charles's face sombers, standing up straight. "You're right. I was in love. Because you are not the woman I fell in love with. You're not the woman who carried both my children; you are a shell of lies. And I will not let you be around Lando or Cecile. Get some of your stuff and leave." You swear you could be sick at this moment. "Don't do this, please, Charles." Grabbing his arm, he rips it out of your hold. 

"Get out of my house. Don't come back until we're ready to talk to you." Tears fall down your cheeks; wiping them quickly, you nod. "What'd Elijah say when he came home?" You whisper. "He didn't come home last night." Charles stops, his anger swapped with realization at his words. "What do you mean he didn't come home last night? Where is my son Charles?" "Our son." Charles snarls, dialing Elijah's number. "Come on, baby, pick up." He whispers into the speaker, but it just goes to voicemail. 

"Dammit. Try calling him on yours." "I can't." His head snaps to you, confused. "I threw it at a wall yesterday, and it shattered." You explain, now feeling like a toddler after a tantrum. "I'll buy a new one for you later." Grabbing his keys, he slides on his jacket and shoes, jogging outside. "Where are you going?" You yell, stopping at the front door. "I'm doing what you can't seem to do: going after my son." Sliding into the car, you watch as he takes off down the winding roads of Monaco. 

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"I hate her." Mika chuckles as he sits in front of the teenage version of his daughter. Split lip and all. "No, you don't; you hate that she's not the woman you idolize. You hate that you've learned she's human. It happens to every child." Mika takes a bite of eggs, making a face. "She lied," Elijah whispers, pushing his breakfast around. 

"That she did, but she's been hurt for a long time. No excuse, though." Elijah looks out from the diner, taking in the people moving outside. They probably didn't have to deal with this, the lies. "Did you know that Lewis was the one to introduce your Mama and Nico?" Mika hums, sipping his coffee. Snorting, Elijah shakes his head, "I didn't even know Un, Lewis knew all of this until yesterday." "Course not, vitun lapset." Mika curses. 

"She just entered University. She knew Lewis through me, Mclaren days," Elijah smiles, remembering all the stories his Dad would tell him. "Anyways, your mother, she's been hurting for a long time. Nico healed a part of her, I think. He was older. She was wide-eyed and didn't understand the world." Elijah leans closer. You never told him anything about the days you were younger. 

"Their relationship was one of secrets. She hid it was her father, Nico, that he was even dating her. She wanted people to know, but he didn't. A love filled with secrets, lies, and god knows what else." Elijah takes a bite as Mika remembers when you came home to Finland, crying and broken. "They broke up, and Nico tracked her down. Found out who she really was. And well, let's just say you came to be during that whole mess." Making a face, Mika chuckles as Elijah gags. "Grandpa?" "Yes?" 

"Papa and Dad may never forgive me." He whispers, choking back tears. "Probably not." "That's not what you're supposed to say!" Elijah cries, slamming his fork down. The waitress is about to make her way over, but Mika waves her off. "What do you want me to say? That you have hurt the men who love you more than air? That the 16 years spent raising you meant nothing? Loving you, healing you, supporting you meant absolutely nothing? You chose a man you barely know over the two who have spent years shaping you into the man you are today." Elijah drops his head, wiping the snot and tears away. 

"Listen here, kid, some kids are fortunate to have just one father. Most don't even get just one; you have two amazing fathers. You're 16, so you don't realize how lucky you've got it, so wake up and see all the love and support you've got. Also, answer that damn phone. I'm tired of hearing Super Max." Elijah laughs, turning it over to see Ezra's face. Uncle Max's son and best friend. 

"Sup," "Sup, is that how you great people. Raised with no manners, were you?" Elijah smiles some more, shushing Mika. "Dude, you better be dead in a ditch somewhere." Ezra's familiar drawl fills his ears. "Why?" "Your Dad's flipping. I got woken up by Dad asking if I'd heard from you. Did you really run away from home yesterday?" Elijah groans, banging his head on the table. "Shit." "Yeah shit, Dad is freaking out, which means so are the others. Also, is it true that Nico Rosberg is your father? I thought Lando was?" Elijah looks around, Mika staring right at him. 

"It's true; how the hell did you hear about it?" "It's all over the internet; some fan overheard this crazy ass argument. Posted it all over the web. Shit, man, your family is loaded. Goddamn Formula 1 dynasty." Ezra chuckles before he yawns. "Fuck off, I barely know him. Besides, it's not a dynasty." "You sure? Because I think having the Flying Finn as your grandfather counts." Elijah bangs his head even harder on the table. 

"I'm hanging up now!" Elijah yells in the phone, Ezra's voice yelling as he hangs up. "I'll always say the internet," Mika squinting at his phone. "Is the worst thing to be invented." Turning his phone around, Elijah wants nothing more than to have the earth swallow him. 

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"Jesus. Passed around more than the Red Bull Second seat." Elijah the second line, disgusted with the headline, Mika shaking his head. "It'll get worse, but there is something worse than this." "Yeah, like what?" Elijah grumbles. "You're pissed off, Papa." Turning slowly in his chair, he turns to face the raging bull of his Papa. "Hi." 

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"Where are you going?" Fuck, you really didn't want to have this conversation. Turning, you see your daughter staring at you. She was like her father. Lando could turn off his emotions, too. She knew that he was his father. That stupid project she did on genetics revealed it all. "I'm going back home for a little bit." Folding your clothes, you lay them in your suitcase. 

"Why? We just got here? Grandmere is coming over tonight. You're heading back to London already?" Cecile was one filled with questions, always needing the answers, never the questions. "I'm not going to London. I'm, it's not important. Come here." You wave her over as the two of you sit on the edge of the bed. "Papa, Daddy, and I are fighting," She opens her mouth, but you hold your hand up. 

"Let me finish." She nods, letting you continue. "Yes, it has to do with Elijah and the rumors. Yes, Nico Rosberg is Elijah's father. I lied about it, about a lot of things. I don't think it'd be smart to be here for a little bit." "No." Cecile stands, pulling her hands out your own. "Cecile," "No, you can't. Papa and Daddy won't know what to do without you. They'll forgive you, just don't go, Mama." Cecile whispers, reaching out to wipe her eyes. 

"Baby, listen. Your fathers aren't happy with me, rightfully so. We need a small break to figure everything out." Cecile shakes her head fast. "Then I'm coming with you." She cries, tackling you in a hug and burying her head in your stomach. "Oh gorgeous, you can't." Pulling her off, you fix her hair, such lovely curls. She really was all Lando some days. "Daddy, Elijah, and Papa need you. I'll call when I land, okay? Just give this to Elijah." Placing a box in Cecile's arms, she nods as you zip up the suitcase. Placing one last kiss on her cheek, you head to the waiting taxi.

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"Irresponsible, stupid, dangerous, selfish! I could list some more if you'd like." Charles growls at his son, who curls in on himself each time Charles talks. "I'm sorry." He whispers the word exhausted on his tongue. "Sorry? Now you're sorry? You should have been sorry when you said Dad and I weren't your fathers. You should've been sorry when you ran away, and you definitely should've been sorry about what you said to Dad and when you pushed me away." Charles whispers the last part, pulling into the driveway, Lando's car in the garage. 

"I fucked up. I know that." "Don't curse." Elijah cringes, fiddling with his fingers. "Get inside, now." Nodding, Elijah climbs out of the car and heads inside. "Lando? What happened?" Hearing his Pa's worried voice, he moves quicker, seeing Cecile curled into his Dad, bawling her eyes out. "She left," Is all Lando whispers. 

"Who left?" Cecile picks her head up, crawling out of Lando's lap. "Mama did, and it's all your fault." She sobs, slamming the box into Elijah's chest. "Cecile, wait!" Charles calls, running after her while Lando stares at Elijah. "She left it for you," Elijah nods, unsure what to say. He hurt his Dad in a way only a child could. "I'm," He stops, saying sorry wasn't going to fix this, nothing he could ever say would fix this. 

"I'll be upstairs with your sister. She'll cry herself into a panic attack." Lando usually would kiss Elijah on the head. Instead, he brushes past him, leaving a chill. Holding the box, Elijah sits down, removing the lid. Inside lays letters upon letters. Pictures of his Mama and Nico, even Lewis. But one letter sticks out, wrapped in a black envelope. 

Tearing it open, he reads the first sentence. 

Elijah, you must hate me for what I did. Rightfully so, but first, you should know the story. The real story. This is how your father and I met.........

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