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daycourtofficial · 2 months

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Save your tears

Summary: Eris finds his pregnant mate sobbing because of something Lucien did

Author’s note: this is short and fun and silly and goofy, inspired by this fic by @artethyst

Lucien Vanserra considered himself to be a male who was kind and who picked up on the emotional state of those around him.

Which is why he has no idea how you began crying or what to do about it.

Ever since you had written to him a few months ago asking if he could stay in Autumn more frequently during your pregnancy, he had obliged, stopping by to see you at least once a week.

Tears were streaming down your face, and he couldn’t make out a single coherent word from you due to your blubbering. He came to sit next to you, but you put your hands on your belly, scooting further away from him.

Eris strode into the room, taking in the scene before him. You trying to stay as far away from his brother as possible, and his brother trying to get closer to you to console you.

“Lucien, what could you have possibly done to reduce my mate to a sobbing mess?”

Lucien throws his hands around, gesturing wildly, “What I did? Perhaps she’s woken from whatever spell she was under and realized who she was mated to.”

Eris gives his brother a look as he comes to you, grabbing your face gently so you look into his eyes. He takes deep slow breaths, wanting you to do the same. After a moment of deep breathing, your sobs have quieted and he asks, in an incredibly delicate tone, “What’s wrong, fawn?”

“Lucien killed a spider,” you sob out.

Lucien’s eyes widen, “that’s why you’re upset? You asked me to kill it! You were upset over it being here!”

“Yes, and now the spider’s dead and she probably had a whole spider family that is going to starve because you’re a spider murderer,” you reply, having to stop every few words to breathe. “And,” you stress, “her corpse is over there, discarded like she meant nothing.”

Eris kept his lips pressed tightly to keep from laughing at the sheer absurdity of his pregnant mate and his brother as they continued debating the morality of Lucien killing the spider. He watches his brother go to pick up the spider’s body, unlatching a window, and tossing it out before closing the window again, before turning to you, his face asking are you happy now?

You squeak at his callousness and disregard for it, asking, “is that what you shall do with me when I perish?”

Lucien rolls his eyes, “gods I don’t think I’ll be around to witness your death because all of the spiders across the land will kill me in vengeance for their fallen queen.”

Eris sits next to you, pulling you in towards his body, sending waves of love and joy through the bond to soothe you. You curl into him, grasping his shirt to cling onto.

“How could Lucien do such a thing…”

Lucien huffs before stalking off, muttering to himself about how he spends his free time in Autumn for you just to be disrespected for doing what you wanted him to.

You cry in his arms for a while, your sobs turning into hiccups. Eris places a hand on your bump, smoothing his thumb over it, applying a light heat so your babe knows who’s there.

“I think I scared Lucien away,” you finally say, voice shaky.

“Lucien is not so easily shaken. I’ve been trying for centuries to make him hate me, but my attempts are always unsuccessful.”

You smile, your sniffles the only sound for a few moments.

“If you really want Lucien to hate you, have him convicted for the murder of a spider.”

Eris’s eyes crinkle in amusement, “he would have a lot to say about that, I’m sure.”

“There aren’t many topics that he doesn’t have a lot to say on,” you smirk.

Eris stands up, his vest before extending a hand to you. You accept it, and he helps pull you up.

“I think it’d be funny if we told him we’re naming the babe Lulu,” you say, curling underneath Eris’s arm.

“I think he’d be more crushed to find out we aren’t.”

“That’s what’s funny about it.”

“Wicked, wicked female you are,” he croons, leading the two of you through the hall of the Forest House.

#eris vanserra x you #eris vanserra x reader #eris vanserra x y/n #eris x y/n #eris x you #eris x reader #acotar fanfiction

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churipu · 5 months

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Hi! ☺️ First and foremost, I hope you're doing well. Also, I just recently found your page and I love your writing!

I really liked your post on the super sensitive reader with the jjk men. Can I get headcanons of the jjk men with reader who is very stoic and a little emotionally constipated? Like they have never seen reader cry ever while in their relationship together, but then reader ends up having a hard week and ends up crying from frustration.

jjk men & their emotionally constipated partner

featuring. shiu kong, itadori yuuji, todo aoi, geto suguru x reader

warnings. cursing and jjk men being sweet and soft to their partner <;33

note. hi anon! i'm doing great, hbu love? thank you for liking my works, you don't know how much that means to me, i hope you have a great day! and thank you for requesting, i find this request very interesting <33 also, thank you guys for the big amount of support i've been receiving for the last two days, can you imagine i gained like 140+ followers in that matter of time? i'm going to start violently sobbing istg. anw, i hope u sexies enjoy this <33

SHIU KONG. shiu loves you a lot, even if you struggle in showing the love back to him, he knows you love him a lot. shiu would receive random messages (mostly a picture of something and then you tell him that it reminded you of him, probably deemed as your love language now). i feel like shiu is partly happy that you don't take things into the heart - but at times he'd be very worried about you. you never cry, you almost never get angry at him even if he did something wrong (you'd just tell him it's nothing and you weren't mad, but he sometimes think it's because you didn't want to engage yourself in arguments), and hell, he barely sees you smile at all.

shiu has heard you tell stories about your new work place, which you quote unquote as toxic. and you've been in the company for no longer than three months, but the stories about your very annoying co-worker and your boss never stops. he swore that the topic of your work place was the only thing that could get you riled up.

i feel like shiu would be the type of boyfriend who would tell you to stop working because he's financially stable enough to provide for you, but you decline telling him that you didn't want to live off of him.

shiu didn't force you to stop or quit your job though, he'd be glad to listen to you talk about your days at work.

"y/n? you're ho— darling, what happened?" he saw the solemn look on your face and realized that something must have happened (yet again) at your work place, he dropped the cigar that was lodged in between his lips and immediately approached you.

you shook your head, inhaling sharply before kicking off your shoes, "work, of course."

"is it your boss? or that same co-worker again?" shiu knew that it was either your boss or this one co-worker who doesn't seem to enjoy your presence in the office.

"both." you sat down on the couch, throwing your head back in exhaustion (you were about to cry and the only way to stop your tears from coming out was to just force it back in with your head back), "i'm getting my paycheck reduced this month."

shiu took a seat next to you, "why?"

"i was blamed for something my co-worker did, this is so unfair," your voice cracked a little and shiu pulled you into a hug, you choked out a sob, "this is so unfair," you muttered out, your pent out anger and disappointment finally seeping out in a form of tears.

"hey, shh..." he soothes you, pulling back to see your tearful eyes. he grazed over your cheek to wipe the droplets away, "let me take care of them, yeah?"

you shook your head, "don't have to, i don't want to make this into a bigger mess."

shiu planted a kiss on your forehead, "don't worry about it darling, you trust me, don't you?"

"yes."

shiu had a "talk" with your boss and your co-worker the very next day and your co-worker ended up resigning right after, and your boss, well they never bothered you anymore (and you're getting an extra paycheck for the next half a year).

ITADORI YUUJI. people always wonder how you and itadori ended up with each other. him being this ray of sunshine, and you were like the moon. but he didn't care about what everyone says, he loves you — and that's what matter, right?

wrong. don't think that you didn't notice the enormous shit talking about you behind your back, about how you probably bribed itadori into dating you and what not. usually, you'd shove all those down the drain and forget about it.

but for some reason, you couldn't help but to rethink about what they said. how itadori isn't too fit for you, or how you don't deserve him at all. the only thing that managed to trigger you was how somebody said that itadori deserves someone more "emotionally available" for him, and that person isn't you.

you never liked being emotionally constipated, people always talk about you behind your back, saying how you're so distant and that being the reason you don't have any friends. you keep telling yourself that you're used to it when it comes to you, but when it comes to itadori and your relationship — you feel helpless.

"y/n? are you okay?"

you looked up at him, a glint of worry flashing in his eyes. and you can't help but to feel the frustration building in you as you remember the words people say to you, "yes..no? i don't kno—" you choked out, smacking your hand on top of your mouth at the sound you let out.

it just got worse when you feel the tears you've been penting up for the past few weeks come out. itadori blinked feverishly, a little surprised to see you crying like this. he has never seen you cry before, "y/n..?" he breathes out, his hand reaching out to you, but you moved back, trying to avoid his touch.

the embarrassment you felt was horrid, you hated crying in front of people, even your own boyfriend, "baby," itadori mutters out seriously, grabbing your arms and then pulling them away from your face, "tell me what's wrong. talk to me."

i feel like he knew where this was going, he had a hunch. for the past few weeks, you asked him about why he was with you, why he loves you when there were better people out there (you think). and he knew it was because of what people said.

"i...i just don't think i'm the right one for you, yuuji. they're right, you need a more emotionally available partner."

itadori's face fell when you said that, and he shook his head, pulling you into his embrace. rocking back and forth like a baby, "why would you say that? why would you listen to them y/n?" he asks quietly.

"i...don't know."

he pulled away, brows furrowed and he held your shoulders, "you're perfect for me, i don't give a fuck what they said about you and i. the next time someone says something, i'm going to beat them up," the thing is, he looked so serious you couldn't help but to chuckle.

"you just chuckled.." he breathes out, "my life is complete."

TODO AOI. he's very boisterous, and i feel like he'd be the type of person who would defend his partner everywhere they go. when you accepted his feelings, he was surprised since he never expected you to like someone like him. but he was pretty damn proud of you, and as a boyfriend, he shows you off like a trophy.

telling people about how amazing you are, how you make him happy, or how you treat him nicely. but people are fucking judgmental, some of them don't like the idea of others living happily — and you never thought that "these" particular people would target you next for it.

saying how fucking weird todo is for liking someone like you, and you had to be honest, it did get into you. and so began your avoidance to your own boyfriend, todo.

he hates it. he hated how you changed out of the blue, no matter how hard he tries to reach out for you, you weren't the same anymore and he never got why you decided to change.

believe me when i say that he tried asking his friends about it, or about tips to get you to talk to him. but really, they weren't much of a help, saying how you probably got bored and is avoiding him so he would be the one to break up first with you.

todo didn't want to let the idea of that get into him, but after a few weeks of you avoiding him non-stop, he began thinking the same thing. were you bored of him? did he do something that you didn't like? or is it because he ate the last chocolate chip cookie you were saving up and blamed it on someone else?

so when he got the chance to bump into you, he immediately took it as a chance to ask you about it.

"why are you avoiding me?" you tried ending the conversation right away by going the other way, but man is fast fast so he didn't let you — still wanting to know about the sudden change in your behavior.

todo knows how you didn't like being cornered, or how you don't like talking about the relationship, sappy shit. but if he didn't talk to you about this, todo knew he was going to regret it.

"y/n," he grabbed the back of your collar, pulling you back lightly, "did i do something wrong?"

you were silent for a few seconds before todo's ears perked up at the sound of soft, choked out sobs. you were crying. you were crying. and the panic sinks in, "i..i'm sorry, did i pull on your collar too hard?!" he panics, flailing his arms.

you shook your head, "...no, i'm sorry for avoiding you."

todo stopped his panicking and stood up straight, "i couldn't stop thinking about what people have to say about us, and now that i think about it, i feel like you deserve more than me," todo widened his eyes and looked around.

"who the fuck said that? i'm going to beat them up so bad people won't recognize them," todo mutters out and the corner of your lips tugged upward, "is that why you're avoiding me?"

you nod, "it was wrong. i know i should've said something about it. i'm sorry for avoiding you."

todo laid his hand on top of your head, brushing your h/c softly with a gentle smile, "you're perfect for me, fuck those people," he cusses out, "next time you hear em', don't forget to find out their names— i'm going to give them a lesson for it."

SUGURU GETO. suguru and you are like two peas in a pod. people never see him without you and vice versa, and often people would say that you both are the perfect couple. despite your personalities almost being the same type of calm, suguru is a calm man, and he's soft spoken. while you were just plain cold and stoic, rarely speak of something or even show your emotions.

someone bothering you? okay. someone making fun of you? okay. you were practically a walking definition of "i give zero fucks". but that doesn't mean you can't feel hurt, you are still human after all.

so when suguru told you about how he has a new co-worker, and how she has been clinging onto him, how she tries to get in his pants. you find it cute how he tells you about it, even telling you that you should come to his workplace so he could show you off.

you didn't feel anything because you trusted him. until you see the so called "co-worker" of his. she's pretty, you can't deny that. and you could see how she gets along with almost everyone, having no problem in instigating a conversation or complimenting people. people definitely like her.

that's where the insecurity began sinking in.

would suguru fall for her like everyone in his workplace does? would he leave you for her? so many questions you wanted to find the answer to.

"baby?"

you look at him, completely out of your daydream. he cocks his head to the side, "are you okay? you've been zoning out a lot lately..." he said, voice gentle and worried.

you nodded, "yeah. sorry. got a lot in my mind."

"do you want to talk about it?" he brushes a few h/c strands from covering your face, "you've been a little distant. is it something that i did, baby?"

god, just the thought of suguru thinking it was him made you a little sensitive. the past few weeks was already hard enough for you to contain yourself from breaking down, and him asking that made the tears you held in for so long drop out all at once.

suguru was a little taken aback and he sat straight up, alarmed, "y/n? baby? what's wrong?" he asks you gently, wiping the tears that never ceased from your face.

"i feel..i feel like i'm not enough. you deserve better than me, suguru." suguru swallowed the lump in his throat, he should've known, ever since you came to his workplace, you had started getting distant. and he should've known that was the reason.

suguru shook his head, cupping your face before giving you soft little kisses all over your face, "don't" a kiss on your forehead. "you" a kiss on your left cheek. "dare" a kiss on your right cheek. "say" a kiss on your nose. "that" a kiss on your chin.

the male gazes into your eyes deeply, "i love you," he softly said before planting a kiss on your lips, "you're the one i want, you're perfect for me. i can't see my future without you y/n, so please don't think about that..."

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manicpixiedreamcurl · 2 years

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Headcanon: Eddie likes making smart girls dumb

Word Count: ~2,620

Warnings: 18+ only. Minors dni. Dumbification kink (yup!), rough oral sex (m receiving), face slapping, degrading language throughout, reader is worry on legs and eddie lives to turn her brain off essentially. Reader says something mean but she's stressed and she APOLOGISES AND MEANS IT.

A/N: “Hey, Jo, don’t you have like five different proper wips that aren’t just these needlessly long headcanons your brain comes up with when you should be sleeping?” “Yup! Now read the needlessly long headcanon.”

“Maybe just a little break would do you some good, sweetheart?”

You shake your head, remaining as you are, hunched over your desk. Evidence of how you’ve spent the afternoon is spread across the table. Various empty coffee cups, your bright desk lamp, stacked textbooks, a colour coded periodic table, your lilac notepad that was new last week, now open a quarter of the way through, covered in black notes and pink highlighter lines.

Eddie arrived twenty minutes ago, uninvited, having not spoken to you properly in three days.

Since you were asked by a desperate Ms Loudon to tutor him in History at the beginning of the year, Eddie has improved in every subject he takes. You didn’t just sit with him and run through major events, didn’t just read his essays half bored to give him meaningless feedback. You taught him how to help himself. Finally, Eddie has the knack, the knowledge on how to motivate himself to just sit down and study.

It was a strange, sick relief to realise with finality that he wasn’t stupid like people thought. No, Eddie’s capable, smart even. But smart only goes so far when you can’t sit at your desk without finding yourself seeking out a joint, or a guitar, or a porn mag. These days, he gets Cs more often than he gets Ds or Fs on tests. More Bs on essays than any other grade. The first A he’s had since the eighth grade came, red and circled, in Art last week. An essay on Jean-Michel Basquiat with multiple scribbles reading “good point!”

Turns out, setting a schedule that works for him, taking breaks every hour for a Dr Pepper or a crunchy snack, sitting with you in the library so you can talk each other through your notes, works for him.

So yeah, he knows your way works better than his ever did, ever will. But shit, it’s a Saturday night, and the test isn’t till Tuesday. Chemistry’s a bitch, sure, but Jeff’s your lab partner and Eddie’s heard that you can draw structural formulas with the same ease as writing your name. Or drawing a love heart on his hand, the way you like to do sometimes.

He’s so grateful for you. Not just that he credits you as the reason he’s assured to graduate this year, but that, since he kissed you for the first time, leaning over a library table to hold your busy head in his hands, you’ve opened yourself up to him so sweet it makes his heart sore. You taught him so much, sharing your seemingly endless smarts, and you’ve let him teach you in return. How to play a power chord, roll a joint, let a boy like Eddie lay you down and master your body till you’re a writhing, crying mess with an empty head.

So now, watching you rub your sore eyes, stretch your sore back, crack your sore neck. Yeah, he wants to do something about it.

“I just think maybe you’re overexerting yourself this time,” he says from your pretty, flowery bed, shoes left at the door the way your Mom insists on, the rule held fast even when she’s out.

You feel your shoulders tense, frustration running up the back of your neck to clench your jaw. Why is Eddie even here? You didn’t invite him. Didn’t ask him to come sit a judge, share his unsolicited opinions on the way you work.

“You can think that, but I need to have these notes on carboxylic acid memorised tonight so I can focus on oxidising and reducing agents tomorrow. That gives me the right amount of time to study reversible reactions on Monday night.” You look at him with a tight smile, hoping you’ve explained yourself enough that he’ll leave it, now. “I have a plan, Eddie.”

“You always do,” Eddie grins, his bright eyes not working their usual magic. You look back to your book and sigh, frustrated that you’re using brain power trying to work out how to ask him to leave when you should be focused on reduction reactions. “But, I mean, how long will it really take you to learn what you need about, um, oxidising stuff, tomorrow? Don’t you think you could get back to the acids then, too?”

“Why should I?”

“Cause it’s a Saturday night. You’re exhausted. And deep down you want to watch Children of the Corn with me and cuddle.”

Your heart tweaks inside its ice cage, and you hate him a little then for trying to tempt you away. “Of course I want to relax, Eddie. That’s not the point.”

Eddie smooths his hands across his knees. “Well, what is the point? ‘Cause I really think you’d be better off taking some time away from all the books.”

The graphite at the end of your pencil snaps to leave wood chips, the final push that has you twisting in your seat and yelling. “You’re really not the right person to be doling out advice on studying, Eddie! The fact that you think wanting to relax means you should is the reason you’ve been a high school senior for three years straight!”

Eddie’s kind face goes hard. Your throat tightens with regret.

"I didn't mean that."

"No?" He asks, smacking his hands to his knees as he stands. Your heart fights its way from the ice, pounding and hot with worry. He’s moving to your door when you rush to him, grabbing his arms to hold him there.

"I'm sorry," you say, eyes watering, overwhelmed. Your brain is fit to burst, thoughts running wild. Eddie’s going to break up with you now, for being mean. Eddie’s going to break up with you and never speak to you or kiss you or touch you or smile at you ever again. "I'm so sorry, Eddie."

"I dunno. That was, uh, kinda mean, you know? Sounded like you think I'm dumb or something."

Your head shakes rapidly. "I don't think that. I know you're not dumb, Eddie. Please, I'm sorry-"

"You're sorry?"

"Yes. Yes, I'm sorry, I don't know why I said that."

"You gonna apologise to me properly?"

You stare at him.

There it is, behind the cold stare. He’s got what he wanted. There’s no way you’re going back to that desk now. Even in the low light of your table lamp, you can see the mischief, the satisfaction and anticipation. Eddie isn't angry, not in the slightest.

"Eddie-"

"You just told me you don't even know why you insulted me. That’s kinda stupid of you, ya know? Sounds to me like maybe, between the two of us, you might be dumb one. So maybe instead of arguing with me, you should stop pretending to know better and just let me be in charge, ‘kay?"

Your fingers flex on his arms, one kind of nervous tension leaving your body even as another creeps up. Eddie blinks slowly, like he’s waiting. When you don’t say anything, unclear on what he wants you to say, he sighs, takes his arms from your hold to grasp you. One hand, wide and strong, finds the back of your head, directing your gaze to his. The other presses against your throat, the contrast of warm fingers and cold rings sending shivers through you.

“Are you going to let me be in charge tonight, dummy? Do what I tell you, and nothing else?”

Your head would loll if it wasn’t for his grip, and you wonder if he knew that already. “Mm. Tell me what to do, Eddie.”

Eddie grins, hums, presses a quick kiss to your lips. He murmurs into the skin of your cheek. “Let’s start with you on your knees, ‘kay?”

You breathe a soft, affirmative noise as he pushes you down, down till your knees are pressed to the soft rug in the middle of the room. Distantly, you realise that Eddie stood right here on purpose. Knew you’d end up just like this while you were still in a tizzy at the thought of him leaving. The thought is gone in an instant with Eddie’s thumb digging into the back of your mouth, circling your tongue to gather drool. The other hand goes for his belt, the rough tug and the clinking sound making your clit ache. You watch, mouth open and pleading, while he unzips his pants enough to pull himself from his boxers. Eddie fists his pink cock with tight fingers, the spit he took from your mouth aiding a smooth glide.

It’s torture. You can smell him, the musk of Eddie’s cock, the lingering smell of his tea tree shampoo that he rubs through the thick, dark hair as the base when he showers. The pretty pink head is dripping white pre, more and more forced out each time his foreskin closes over the tip.

“Eddie,” you whisper, looking up at him to find his gaze focused on your desperate face already. “Please.”

“I’ve got a choice for you, dummy,” he says, hips jerking at the thought of what he’s about to offer you. “If that empty head of yours can manage it.” Eddie pulls his foreskin back, exposing the white cum collected there, and smooths it away with two fingers. “Open.”

You practically unlock your jaw, tongue exposed so he knows how much you want this. Eddie smirks, fingers finding your mouth. He presses the pads to the taste buds at the very back then drags them forward, covering your tongue in the masculine, salty taste of his cum. Your mouth waters, swallowing it down the second you can and following his fingers with your mouth, managing a little kiss to them before his hand is flat on your cheek. The sharp smack makes you squirm, eyes darting from his amused gaze to his cock.

“Good?”

“So good,” you nod, eyeing his tip, hoping for more.

“Hm. Here’s the choice then. My cum in your mouth,” Eddie widens his stance, bringing his cock perfectly level with your wet lips. “Or breathing.”

You groan, mouth opening wide again, knees shuffling desperately. It’s answer enough. Eddie laughs, grasps his cock at the base, and slides home.

“Shit,” he says, holding your head at either side. Your chin finds his heavy balls, throat long since used to taking Eddie all the way. The stretch, the plugging of your throat, is blissful. Nothing else is important now. Not tests or studying or broken pencils. It’s not your place to worry about that anymore, not your place to worry about anything. You just need to keep your mouth open and let Eddie enjoy your throat. His head rolls, long hair reaching down his back. Eddie groans through his teeth and returns his gaze to you. He finds your eyes red-rimmed and watery. “Shit, shit, shit.”

He keeps you there longer than you're used to, until the stunted breaths you can only take through your nose like this stop being just enough. You jerk, hands moving from your thighs to his, instinct forcing you to bat at him through denim. Your lungs protest enough that you gag, forcing him from your throat and back to your mouth. You take a desperate, gasping breath as Eddie’s cock leaves your warmth.

Another slap, quick and harsh. “You made your choice, dummy,” Eddie says over the sound of your returning breath. He clasps his base again, driving back down your throat but granting you the blessing of thrusting, giving you half seconds to breathe around his dick when the tip finds your tongue again.

Then he holds his hips still, hands covering your ears and bobbing your head like you’re a toy, made to move along his cock as he desires. The movement makes you dizzy, like your brain is knocking around your skull. “Fucking perfect like this,” he says. “Doing what you’re supposed to be doing, just taking my cock like a silly slut-”

Your nose meets the wiry hairs at the base of him with each aggressive push of your head, your eyes rolling back at the smell of him and the throb of his thick, perfect cock in your gullet. Everything now is just smell and taste and feeling. Nothing to think about, question or consider.

You want to rub your cunt desperately, but your own body wouldn’t allow it unless Eddie were to suggest shoving your fingers in your panties. Instead, you ache between your legs and keep your jaw wide for him. Your cheek throbs suddenly with another slap, no longer a punishment, but just because the way you take a little violence makes Eddie’s cock twitch happily.

“Who's fucking dumb, baby?” He asks, forcing himself down your throat again, waiting until you’re twitching and writhing. Below him, on your knees where you should be. “Who’s fucking dumb? Me or the slut who chose the taste of my dick over breathing?” He slaps your right cheek, crosses his hand over to slap the left. Your face tingles pleasantly. “Fucking-” Eddie presses forward, cock going no deeper, but just squishing his swollen balls against your chin. “Answer me, you stupid slut.”

You try. You try because Eddie told you to, but he’s blocking any sound that could hope to escape. The vibrations of your attempt at me, I’m dumb, travel up his cock and he groans. “‘M gonna cum,” Eddie pulls away, listens to the desperate gasp and the release of built up spit over his cock. He thrusts again, taking and giving you back his cock in quick succession, saliva dripping down his balls and covering your chin. “Gonna cum in your fucking mouth. All it’s good for. ‘S not for speaking, fucking talking back and insulting me, ’s just for sucking my fucking dick- shit!”

Eddie rests the head of his cock on your tongue, using the waves of drool you’ve given him to jerk his cock into your mouth. You moan happily the whole time, tongue finally able to do its job of licking at Eddie’s salty, smooth head for his pleasure. His cock twitches, throbs, and Eddie covers your tongue with ropes of his thick cum. You hold it, even when he takes his softening cock from between your lips. You open them to display it, a white pool in your pink mouth. Eddie huffs a laugh.

“You’re not impressing anyone with that. Just swallow it, dummy.”

Eddie’s cum flows, thick and wet, down your throat. The final slap turns your face to the side with its impact, leaves your cheek almost numb, You press your face back into Eddie’s hand, body knowing it’s always his touch that you need more of, even if it hurts. You sigh blissfully, feeling good, used, and empty.

“Come here, dummy,” Eddie says softly, throwing himself back on your bed and opening his arms with wiggling fingers. You climb into his arms without a thought, pressing your whole face to his sweaty neck. You lick a little, wanting another hit of the tastes his body provides. Eddie rubs a thumb over your aching cheek. “Feeling good?”

“Mmm.” Your clit is still crying for attention, your cunt has been leaking and ready for him since he pushed you to your knees. A faraway thought assures you that Eddie will get to that, once he’s eased you out of the headspace of degraded dummy back to his pretty, sweet girl who gets kisses between her legs for being so good and smart.

“This brain of yours, baby.” Eddie strokes your hair and kisses your temple. “You gotta learn to turn it off sometimes, you know?”

“Don’t need to learn anything.” You shift and squirm in your cuddle to find more of Eddie’s skin. “You do it for me.”

#eddie munson smut #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fic #eddie munson headcanon

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cheolhub · 10 months

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IM STUPID i thought you meant we can send in a max of three number and member pairings for you to choose from for ur milestone event 🧍‍♀️pls ignore my first ask (ONLY IF U HAVENT GOTTEN TO IT YET AJDJSK)

can i have “Could he make you feel as good as i do?” + “We’re not just friends and you fucking know it.” For gyugyu 🥺 i still haven't recovered from the oneshot you posted yesterday 🧍‍♀️

FWB!MINGYU

prompt. “could he make you feel as good as i do?” + “we’re not just friends and you fucking know it.”

wc. 915

warnings. fwb!gyu, fem!reader, mirror sex, jealousy, possessiveness, gyu is a bit rough, dirty talk, pet names, cumshot, tears, kinda angsty? — MINORS DNI 18+

note. god u sent this the first week of march for my THREE KAY event… now im at 4k, and i am so sorry 🤣 anyway this wasn’t proofread and it’s literally a mess, but i hope u like it anyway ;-; thank u sm for requesting (even if it did take me 8 years to get to haha)

“would you look at that?” mingyu laughs against your ear. “might wanna redo your makeup once i’m done, baby, you’ve cried it all off.”

he’s not wrong. when you open your eyes and take in the sight in front of you and nearly choke on a sob. you’re a mess– smeared eyeliner, mascara staining your cheeks and lipstick smudged around your mouth– no longer ready for your date. the one that starts 15 minutes from now.

when you’d told mingyu– a friend who you occasionally frequently fuck– you were ready to start dating again, he thought you were bluffing. how could you want to date anyone else when he was right in front of you? you and him are practically dating– you go out and do couple-y things then you go back to one of your places and you fuck– you just lack the label.

and that’s because both of you needed something sexual, but neither of you were ready for a relationship.

now that you are– now that you’re going on a date with some fucker who probably doesn’t even deserve you– he’s upset. beyond upset, actually. he’s livid.

that’s why he bent you over your bathroom’s vanity, pushed your dress up and makeup products to the ground and thought to prove himself to you.

now his hand tugs at your hair, essentially forcing you to stare at yourself while he reduces you to a mess like he does every time his cock is inside of you.

“mmh, could he make you feel as good as i do, huh? you think he knows how to make this pretty pussy feel good?” the question comes through gritted teeth and it finally clicks in your dumb little brain. “i don’t fucking think so.”

“y-you’re jealous?” you’re able to ask, though it’s choked. his reply never comes, but his thrusts get harsher– merciless– and you take it as a wordless admission, crying out your next words, “me ‘n you are jus’ friends, g-gyu!”

he tugs at your hair harder and the other hand that resides on your waist squeezes your skin gratingly. “we’re not just friends and you fucking know it.” he replies, voice hushed and raw with emotion.

you do. you know it. you and mingyu are glued at the hip both figuratively and literally. there’s no one on the earth that makes you feel a quarter of what you feel for him. and you also know there isn’t a single man who could fuck you as well as mingyu does.

but when you told him you wanted to start dating, he brushed you off with a “yeah, right,” and it made you believe that there wasn’t a chance with him. you figured that the idea of you and mingyu being together was simply a dream that would never happen.

though, you’re not so sure anymore because he’s spewing out possessive words faster than you can comprehend while his cock stirs you up.

what you didn’t know was that you’ve always had mingyu in the palm of your hand. he was whipped. wrapped around your finger. he doesn’t want to share you– he never has.

“he’s never gonna make you feel this good,” he confidently states. “you’re made for me.”

“fuck!” you cry, tightening around his cock at the affirmation. “mingyu, please!”

“that’s it, pretty, say my fuckin’ name.” he moans, sloppily thrusting into you as his mind runs away from him. “look at me and tell me how much you like it.”

your eyes nearly cross as they try to find him in the mirror, but when they land on his, you feel yourself grow even hotter. “love it. i love it, gyu.”

he smiles triumphantly like he’s won the lottery. he’s sure that this is better, though. you? admitting to the fact that you love the way he fucks you? fucking priceless.

“yeah? you love my cock?” he asks, cockily, yet he knows the answer.

you give him a broken nod, “so much!”

“why don’t you cum for me, baby. cum all over this cock ‘n show me how much you love it.” he coaxes breathily, continuing to fuck you into oblivion.

you can’t stop yourself as soon as you hear his request. the tight coil in the pit of your tummy comes undone as you sob out his name. you trap his twitching cock between his spasming cunt all the while he fucks you through your blinding orgasm. every second feels more euphoric than the last, more tears running down your face at the pleasure.

mingyu isn’t far behind you with the way you grip him so heavenly. he’s quickly pulling out, the hand in your hair coming to wrap around his cock. you whine at the loss of his warmth, but you’re pleasantly surprised when you hear the lewd noise of his hand vigorously pumping himself and the sounds of his pretty groans.

he lets out a string of curses, hand moving quicker before his body jerks and his ribbons of his cum spurt out. some of it lands on your bare ass, but the majority ends up on your date outfit. he can’t help but smile at the fact that he’s ruined your pretty outfit. one meant for someone who isn’t him.

“actually, i think you should cancel your date.” he pants. “ be sure to tell him that you’re taken now.”

he watches the way you nod and he can’t help but feel proud of himself. you’re his and he’s yours.

#mingyu smut #svt smut #3k milestone #[💌: cryoculus]#★︎ — kai !

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buckyalpine · 1 year

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The man has beautiful hands. That’s all this post is about, his hands.

Warnings: Smutty slutty thots, dom bucky, degrading kinks, dumbification kink, dirty dirty talking, sweet fluff, jealous/ protective Bucky

His hands when he’s rough and dominant

He finds you with your hand between your legs, spread out naked on his bed. He’s been away for a mission and it’s been too long, you couldn’t wait any more, your hands are not the same but you needed something. You nearly cry as soon as he fills you up, giving you everything you had craved for weeks, his hands all over you.

Calloused. Rough. His finger tips digging into your skin, gripping onto your hips each time he grabs you so he can slam you down onto his cock. You love the bruises he’s going to leave behind, a sore and pretty reminder of how he satisfies you. He grabs every inch of your body, tugging it close to him so you can feel him inside and out, keeping your ass high in the air so he can spank you, the sound of his palm striking your soft flesh piercing through the air.

He’s carding his hands through your hair gently, just to yank your hair back, tugging it as leverage so he can look at your fucked out face as he rails you from behind. Your jaw is slack, nearly drooling on yourself as he pounds you harder, the other hand on your shoulder, keeping you from running away.

Don’t run from me baby, you wanted this remember?

Thought you wanted daddy’s cock to ruin you, huh? Isn’t that what you begged for princess?

Touching yourself like a needy little baby when I’m away? Well I’m back now sweetheart, shouldn’t have tried to replace me with those pathetic toys of yours

When your arms give out, he doesn’t waste any time manhandling you so your on your back, shoving his cock back in, your legs locking around his waist. His hand holds both your wrists above your head while the other caresses your face, smirking at how desperate you look.

His thumb slips past your lips, letting you suck, reducing your moans to pathetic little whimpers as he shoves it further into your mouth, his cock growing harder each time you bite down on him, nearly choking.

Did daddy fuck you stupid baby?

Dumb little princess playing with herself, what did I tell you about that, you couldn’t wait could you doll. Rubbing yourself all over my bed like a slut, getting my sheets wet?

Couldn’t even bother with clothes huh, you had to take all your clothes off so you could fuck yourself and play with your pretty little clit with your legs spread? You were waiting for cock huh, desperate dumb baby

Isn’t this what you wanted sweets? To suck on daddy’s thumb while he makes you cum on his cock over and over again? Look at you, drooling all over, making a mess all over the place, soaking my bed with your cum

Can feel you squeezing me, God you’re such a dirty little slut, m’gonna cum balls deep in you and keep you nice and full all night, don’t worry princess, you just keep sucking daddy’s thumb while he takes care of you

Soft love making with his hands

He’s in this mood during the most mundane times of the day. When you’re in sweats, lounging around, watching a movie. Or Curled up in bed with his shirt on. Or wearing nothing but his Henley, doing some dishes after you cooked and ate together. He loves that you’re all his and he has a life with you. He plucks you up from what ever your doing, all clothes thrown off so he can show you how much he loves you in bed. When he’s soft and loving, he’s running his hands all over your body.

He wants to feel every bit of you, slipping his fingers into you, stroking your silky walls with the pads of his long fingers, curling and pumping them, while he thumb presses down onto your clit. He rubs your sensitive bundle, the other hand stroking your hair while he keeps his eyes locked with yours, he wants to make you feel so good, fingering you faster, letting his palm bounce off your clit.

Squeezing my fingers pretty girl, that feel good?

You like the I curl them like that? You sound so beautiful baby, go a head and cum baby, I got you

You want me to play with your clit sweets? Just like that? I know you like that baby, love making you feel so good princess

I’ll give you my cock babygirl, cum for me doll and I’ll fill you up so nice

When he pushes inside you, his body weight is on you, his forehead resting against yours. He’s stroking your thigh in motion with the rock of his hips, gliding them over your ass, squeezing your soft flesh gently. He’s careful not to mark you with bruises, grabbing you and holding you; he’s forever in disbelief you’re all his. His hands are rubbing all over your body; your waist, arms, thighs, stroking your cheeks, cupping your breasts, gently toying with your nipples.

You feel so good baby, softest, sweetest body ever

I love you, you know that? Can’t believe I get to have all this with you, you complete me

You’re so perfect baby, made for me, inside and out, my gorgeous girl making me feel so good. I love the sounds you make for me doll, don’t hold back, lemme hear how good I make you feel

You gonna cum angel? Let go sweetheart, m’right there with you, it’s s’good, wanna cum for you

Cum with me baby, together yeah? M’gonna cum with you, wanna fill you up while you squeeze my cock, it’s gonna feel so good baby, go a head and cum with me angel, let’s cum together, please, fuck

F-feels good baby, fuck you’re milking me so good, could make love to you for days, yes fuck yes, choke my cock while I cum in your baby

Don’t wanna pull out of you doll, just lemme stay like this, I love you, God I love you so much

His hands making you feel better

There are few things that help you feel better when you’re sick or have cramps. His hands are one of them. His hands are so gentle when you’re in pain, careful when he touches you, wanting to comfort and take care of you. He slips his hand under your shit so he can rub your tummy, his wide palm splayed across your skin. He feels warm to the touch, soothing away any discomfort along with his smooth voice in your ear.

You feel okay sweets? Did you need me to get anything for you?

M’gonna be here with you all day baby, not going anywhere, I got you

Tell me where it hurts doll, let me help you

When you feel a wave of pain, he lets you squeeze his hand, the metal one soothing and stroking your back while you whimper, keeping your face buried in the crook of his neck. His hand is firm, strong, years of combat allowing you to grip onto him with out hurting him while he comforts you.

It’s okay bubba, you can hold and squeeze my hand as much as you need to

My poor babygirl, did you want me to get the heating pad?

You want me to give you a massage doll? Will that help you feel better?

His hands are firm, his thumbs and fingers working at your tensed body, pressing into the muscles of your neck to your back, slowly working down. He goes all the way down to your feet, kneading and rubbing the arches of your foot, while gazing at you as if you hung the moon and stars, each satisfied sigh making his heart swell.

Jealous and Protective Bucky’s fists

Unforgiving. Unrelenting.

When someone gets too close for his liking, his hands squeeze your waist, pulling you to his side possessively. He doesn’t like the way others look at you, especially because he knows they’re undressing you with their eyes. His hands grab you by the wrist, tugging you onto his lap, stroking the exposed skin of your thigh though the slit of your dress like a predator claiming its territory.

His eyes bore into anyone that looks at you for too long, his hands dancing along you body to show them exactly where you belong, his lips trailing along your neck.

Usually that enough to tell someone to back off but no always.

The guy is still trying to flirt with you though you politely decline. Bucky can’t help the pang that hits his chest hearing the guy tell you he could be a better match and take better care of you. Still, he clenches his hands to himself, reminding himself that you love him. Right?

If someone tried to push those boundaries more, trying to brush by you while you grab a drink at the bar or put their hands on you in any way, grabbing our ass as they walk by, Bucky sees red.

No one touches you.

You can see the veins swell across his hand, his knuckles white from the way his balls his fist, unable to stop himself any longer. He doesn’t use his metal hand, no. He uses his right hand, happy to feel every bit of cartilage cracking as he pushes the guys jaw, unbothered by the way his skin stings from the cuts bleeding out. He lands another few blows, taking out a few teeth before he lets the guy drop, immediately going back to check on you.

He doesn’t even notice the bruises on his hand, gently holding you instead, making sure the guy didn’t hurt you. You pull him away to your shared bedroom, seating him down while you grab some disinfectant and wipes, reassuring him you’re fine, he’s the one that needs to be taken care of.

You kiss each of his bruises between cleaning the cuts across his skin, his hand still red and throbbing, you can tell from the way he’s biting on his lip, it hurts. This time it’s you comforting him, reminding him you're all his, that you love every bit and piece of him.

Does it hurt baby? I’ll be careful, just let me care of you

I love when you protect me baby, no one makes me feel safer than you, I love when you take care of me

My perfect soldier always protecting and looking out for me, you’re the one I want Bucky, no one else

I don’t love anyone else the way I love you baby, you’re everything to me

Were you jealous my sweet bubba, you know you had no reason to be, I’m always yours

All his. Damn right.

He has you whining and withering in his lap moments later, his rough fingers buried deep in your cunt, his metal ones down your throat, reminding you exactly who you belong to. He’s going to mark and claim you with his mouth cock and hands until you’re covered in him, bruised by him, smell like him.

I know you’re all mine pretty girl, that’s why you’re crying with my fingers in this little pussy and not his

Bet he wished he could get you moaning and soaked the way I do huh, desperate for your sweet cunt

But it’s all mine, only I get to touch this perfect body and feel every inch of your skin, fuck’n feel the inside of you too

You know how good you feel on my fingers baby? How silky and sensitive your walls are when I finger you like this?

And mere seconds later, he has you naked and splayed out for him, he cock pounding in you, his hands all over, possessiveness fueling every spank and tug, marking you with his entire body.

Remind daddy who you belong to baby, scream for me, let everyone know whose cock makes you cry

Go a head and cum princess, make a mess on this dick, it’s all yours baby, got you crying and squealing, wetting the bed, squirting and soaking my balls

Louder baby, I want others to touch themselves over how pretty you sound, wishing they could have you like this

That’s my good girl, all mine.

All fucking mine.

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jjuniehao · 2 years

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[09:23 pm]: choi soobin || part 2

“i’m done, i’m just gonna sleep on the damn floor,” soobin groans as he plops down on the ground, letting his back hit the wall and resting his head against it.

the two of you are currently in the process of moving into a shared apartment, and it’s going as well as one would expect: boxes everywhere, you’re both starving after hauling boxes and furniture all day, and none of the key pieces like your beds, couch or even just chairs are assembled yet.

…which means you’ll have to sleep on the floor on the first night in your new apartment. how nice.

soobin was the one that insisted on assembling it all yourselves, since getting it delivered and assembled is a scam, why would we pay someone to do that? it’s gonna be fine.

it wasn’t fine.

at first you were ecstatic to be moving in with your lifelong best friend, but now, staring at all the half-assembled pieces of furniture, little screws, metal pieces and manuals strewn all over the floor, you start to have your doubts.

“you know, if we had just payed—“

“if we had payed we would have wasted a shit ton of money, and for what?”

there is a scowl on your face, and it makes you wonder why he has such a personal vendetta against hiring someone to assemble some furniture.

“well for starters, we wouldn’t have to sleep on the stupid floor—”

“one night on the floor won’t kill us. you’re supposed to sleep on a hard surface anyways, right? it’s good for your back. i think, i dunno,” he shrugs at the end and you can’t help but snort at him.

“could you at least try to be convincing, bin?”

“listen, i’m just as pissed and tired as you. let’s just unpack some pillows and a blanket for now, and i promise we’ll work on our beds first thing in the morning.”

you observe him for a second, and only now do you notice the overwhelming exhaustion on his face. maybe sleeping on the floor isn’t so bad after all. maybe it’ll get rid of the kink in your neck.

you let out a sigh, and turn to the mountains of boxes, “fine. but you better help me look for a blanket.”

within 20 minutes the mess on the floor is made even worse by random pieces of clothes, cutlery, books and decorations strewn around. the mountains of boxes have been reduced to little hills consisting of half-empty boxes, the contents messily thrown around in the desperate search of a pillow or a blanket.

emptying another box filled with clothes and finding nothing of value you sigh and move on to the next one; a lighter box that upon opening envelops you in the warm, fluttering feeling of nostalgia.

the box is filled to the brim with childhood pictures, drawings and notebooks you filled out when you were younger, colouring books, diaries, sticker books — your entire childhood was staring back at you from that box and you can’t resist the urge to look through it all, right now.

carefully examining the contents of the box, you start by taking a closer look at the heaps of pictures, chuckling a little at the dozens of pictures of you and soobin. you and soobin during a play in kindergarten, holding hands and both of your faces painted in a wide array of colours. you and soobin on your 8th birthday, with him holding his gifts for you proudly into the camera while you’re standing next to him, most assuredly buzzing with excitement. soobin bidding you farewell for the two week camp your parents signed you up to when you were 10, both of you crying and unwilling to spend two weeks apart from each other.

“bin, come look at what found..”

“y/n, if it isn’t a soft, cuddly pillow i don’t want to—“ soobin cuts himself off when he sees the pictures in your hand, and you can tell he’s experiencing the same wave of warm nostalgia you had when you first opened the box.

he takes the pictures from your hands, sifting through them with a fond smile on his face. while he continues to go through the pictures, you focus your attention on the other things in the box.

sticking out between two wildly decorated notebooks was an envelope. upon closer inspection you can tell it’s a little older, the edges a little worn. the envelope is decorated with stickers and your name is written in confident but clumsy writing, a little heart scribbled next to your name.

you open the envelope carefully, not wanting to accidentally damage a childhood relic, especially one as cute as this. the letter inside makes you want to scream and cry thanks to the sheer cuteness of it all.

hello y/n

i like you

i will buy you an ice cream

so pleas like me back

mom says we can marry if you want

bye

there were little scribbles of cats, smiley faces, hearts and stick figures (that presumably represent you and your mysterious admirer) all over the papers, leaving little to no unoccupied space. they are delightful, and the contents of the letter are a whole different level of adorable.

you can’t help the little awww that escapes you, and soobin immediately leans over to check what has you swooning like that, when your original quest of searching for blankets and pillows seems to have been long forgotten. his eyes almost pop out his skull when he sees, no, recognises the letter.

“how could i have forgotten this? it‘s so cute,“ you mumble, and soobin snorts. “yeah, super cute how you can barely read it. i remember my mom making me practice writing it all out a few times because it was so hard to read,“ soobin chuckles and sifts through some of the other stuff in the box.

you just blink down at the letter, then up at soobin. he was so casual about it, as if it was a well-known fact. feeling your heavy stare on him he stops rummaging and meets your eyes, “…what? is there dust on my face—“

“you wrote it?“

the disbelief in your voice makes his eyebrows shoot up in surprise, nodding silently. why were you so surprised? who else would it have been, other than him?

“bin, you‘re telling me you had a crush on me and didn‘t think to tell—“

“i was like five, what does it matte—“

“yeah, you were five but you wanted to marry me! that’s a serious crush—“

he groans and snatches the letter from your hands, folding it up and fiddling it back into the envelope, “let’s just forget this, it’s history.”

you grin and pinch his cheek, making him scowl and stare at you with furrowed brows, “well, how can i know it’s history if you never told me about it?? you could still want to marry me! so tell me bin, what about me—“

“y/n please, we were five! everyone else was ‘getting married’ and you were my closest friend, okay? even if i had a crush, it doesn’t matter anymore—“

“okay, then when did it stop?“

“what?”

“the crush. when did you get over me?”

he stares at you, stammering something akin to what do you mean and why do you care, though it comes out all jumbled. he’s shaking his head in disbelief, looking at you as if you’re crazy.

“it’s just a question, bin.” your voice is soft now and he hates it; hates the fact that it makes him feel like you’re pitying him, like he’s a loser. he can practically envision you telling him that it’s your fault and not his, how he’s your best friend, how you love him but don’t see him that way — it makes his blood boil and just throws him further down the hole.

he huffs and walks over to the other side of the room, ripping open another box, all in silence.

“..soobin?“ no answer, just him rummaging through the contents of the box.

“bin, i’m sorr—“

he suddenly pulls out a blanket, and finds some pillows underneath as well. he briefly looks at you, kneeling on the floor to make a somewhat comfortable arrangement the two of you can sleep in for the night. you walk over to him and before you can react, he mumbles, “i don’t want to talk about it, okay? i‘m tired, please.“

you nod silently and go to turn off the lights when he is done building a (admittedly) rather sad looking sleeping arrangement, and as much as you want to tease him, it would probably just make him more upset. so you bite your tongue, laying down next to him and stare up at the ceiling in silence.

you‘ve slept next to each other countless times, but not once did soobin seem this hell-bent on bringing as much space as possible between you two. “night,” you mumble, fully expecting him to ignore you, but to your surprise he says it back. the two of you lay next to each other like two wood blocks, and it’s incredibly awkward. this is you and soobin, there is no awkward between you two! both of you are uneasy, and you can feel his hand twitch next to you when you readjust your position a little.

taking a deep breath your own hand slowly inches towards soobin’s, until your pinkies are touching. it takes a while for either of you to move, until soobin carefully moves his hand towards yours. then you move yours a little closer, then him, so on and so forth until you end up with your hands tightly intertwined. you were ready to fall asleep like this and pretend nothing ever happened once you wake up tomorrow. up until soobin suddenly breaks the silence, that is.

“we’ll talk about it tomorrow.”

you’re glad he can’t see your face, because you can’t help the goofy smile on your face.

“okay.”

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thesparklingwriter · 1 year

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𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔 (part two)

~it’s not very often that you indulge yourself and cry, but on the one occasion that you do, someone catches you in the act.

featuring: scaramouche, itto, albedo

tags: gn!reader, hurt comfort, fluff, established relationship, mentions of injury in Itto’s

word count: 1k

notes: part one did well and I take that to mean you guys enjoyed it so i wrote some more ^^ (albedo’s was heavily inspired by @/zhongrin 's current albedo obsession—oops sorry i mean the one that was always there my bad—) i'm totally not just out of ideas nope nope nope (also scara and albedo debut wow)

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𝒔𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒎𝒐𝒖𝒄𝒉𝒆

Scaramouche was being nice. He’s so sure he was being nice. So why are you slobbering all over him like a newborn baby? All he’d said was that he was grateful that he had you around him. What about that has reduced you to such theatrics?

“I was being nice. Why are you crying?”

You look up at him through drenched eyelashes, still so beautiful despite being a wailing mess. “You never say things like that,” you sniff. “Sometimes I’m convinced you keep hanging out with me because I just happen to be around, not because you want me.”

That irritates him. But his irritation isn’t aimed at you. It’s at himself, for making you feel so unloved that even basic words of affirmation make you cry. How could have been that inattentive to your needs? So stubborn that he couldn’t bring himself to simply be nicer to you every now and then?

“I don’t just tolerate you,” he grumbles, pulling you into his arms. “I seek you out everywhere I go.” It’s kind of annoying, he thinks to himself. The way he scans every room for you the moment he walks in, always disappointed when he doesn’t catch your eyes in the crowd, delays him massively.

“Truly?”

“Truly.” He says. He really doesn’t go for all this lovey-dovey stuff, but as long as you’re with him and tolerating all his moods and flaws, he’ll do his best to be better for you. It’s the very least you deserve.

𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒐

You’re a klutz. The clumsiest being to ever grace the plains of Teyvat. And nothing—to reiterate, nothing—troubled you more than Inazuma’s cobblestone streets—the same streets that you and Itto are excitedly scurrying down to get some lunch. Upon noticing a crowd forming at your favourite lunch spot, Itto rushes ahead to reserve you both a table before you spend half an hour waiting. (Last time that happened, both you and Itto were so put off your food that you barely touched anything and walked home in stoic silence.)

It’s a good idea in theory, but if there’s one thing Itto is very good at, it's acting as your stabiliser. His built arms are perfect for grabbing onto should you lose your balance, and you’d become overly reliant on him in recent weeks. So of course, without him around, you manage to trip, a shooting pain consuming your ankle as you tumble to the ground.

Part of you is grateful that he’s not around; you can let your frustrated tears pour out as you massage your foot. You hate it when you cry in front of him. He always seems so desperate to make you stop crying and distraught at the sight of your tears. You hate worrying him.

You resolve to get it all out of your system, sobbing pitifully as you attempt to stand up, leaning on a nearby building for help. It’s at that moment that Itto notices you, running back with a smile. “Hey sunshine, I got us a table— Wait, what happened?”

You mutter something along the lines of you tripping, not wanting him to feel guilty for leaving you. He doesn’t seem convinced but wipes your tears away with a slight frown.

“Come on,” he says, turning around and crouching before you. “I’ll carry you to the restaurant. Someone there will help.”

“No, Itto, that's so embarrassing… Everyone will see I’m a stupid klutz that can barely walk without injuring themself.”

“No,” He counters, picking you up anyway. “They’ll see someone being carried by their boyfriend and think ‘How romantic, he’s such a great boyfriend. I’d love to have one like him! Such magnificent hair too!’”

You giggle at that, wrapping your arms around Itto’s neck and kissing his cheek gratefully. He really is the best.

𝒂𝒍𝒃𝒆𝒅𝒐

Months and months ago, Albedo asked you to sit for one of his paintings. At first, you’d said no, concerned about the fact that sitting still for hours on end would be torture, but then you’d noted how disappointed he’d been in that answer, and changed your mind.

And then Albedo said that you weren’t to even look at the painting until it was done, and that had you backpedalling a little. What was so special about the painting that you wouldn't be allowed to see it? It was your face—you could look in a mirror and see it any time. But you nodded, too afraid to disappoint him again. After a few days, he said he didn’t need you to sit for him any longer and that he could do the rest himself. And after that, the painting wasn’t brought up again by either of you. That is, until today when he presents it to you with an uncharacteristically nervous smile.

“I thought it was time I stopped obsessing over every detail. It’s for you.”

You smile gratefully, turning the canvas to see the most beautiful piece of art you’ve seen in a long time. And that’s not only because it’s your face, but because it’s different to his other pieces. Usually, his art is calculated—a perfect example of the scientific mind behind his artistry. Every stoke, every shade is calculated and evaluated before it hits the canvas.

But this? This is different. There’s emotion behind his strokes, and enthusiasm in his colours, and you can’t help but be surprised by the way he sees you. Looking at yourself in this portrait, you feel, in his eyes, like you’re the most beautiful being to exist. Why else would he have gone out of his way to make you look so…perfect?

Before you know it, you’re sobbing uncontrollably, holding the canvas away from you so that you don't dirty it with your tears.

“I’m going to assume those are tears of joy,” Albedo says as you pull him into a hug.

“Do you really see me like this?” you sniff.

Albedo hums to himself, pretending to think hard. “I don't think the painting does you justice.”

And you’re back to bawling again.

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mxlktxa · 10 months

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ᴅᴇᴄᴇɪᴠɪɴɢ ʟᴏᴏᴋꜱ

ᴍᴏᴅᴇʀɴ!ᴀᴜ (ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ᴏꜰ)ᴄᴏʟʟᴇɢᴇ!ᴀᴜ

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ(ꜱ); ᴍᴏᴅᴇʀɴ!ᴇʟʟɪᴇ ᴡɪʟʟɪᴀᴍꜱ x ꜰᴇᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀꜱ; ᴇʟʟɪᴇ ᴡɪʟʟɪᴀᴍꜱ*, ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ, ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀꜱ ᴘᴀʀᴇɴᴛꜱ, ᴅɪɴᴀ ɴᴏʟᴀꜱᴛɴᴀᴍᴇ (ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴᴇᴅ), ʀɪʟᴇʏ ᴀʙᴇʟ (ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴᴇᴅ), ᴊᴏᴇʟ ᴍɪʟʟᴇʀ (ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴᴇᴅ)

ᴄᴡ; 18+ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ, ʟᴀɴɢᴜᴀɢᴇ, ᴇʟʟɪᴇꜱ ᴘᴏᴠ, ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴꜱ/ᴛᴀʟᴋꜱ ᴏꜰ ꜱʜ (ꜱᴇʟꜰ ʜᴀʀᴍ), ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴꜱ/ᴛᴀʟᴋꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴅʀᴜɢꜱ(/ᴅʀᴜɢ ᴜꜱᴀɢᴇ), ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴꜱ/ᴛᴀʟᴋꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴀʟᴄᴏʜᴀʟ (ᴜꜱᴀɢᴇ), ɴᴏᴛ ᴘʀᴏᴏꜰʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴀᴛ ᴀʟʟ, ᴘᴇᴛ ɴᴀᴍᴇꜱ (ᴘʀɪɴᴄᴇꜱꜱ, ᴅᴏʟʟ, ᴇᴛᴄ)

ᴡᴄ; 1.2ᴋ, 6.8ᴋ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀꜱ

'✦ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹ 🀦 '✦ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹ '✦ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹ 🀦 '✦ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹ '✦ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹ 🀦 '✦ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹

I had known this girl all my life. Since we were kids, really. She was just a sweet, innocent, happy girl. She could never do anything wrong. Even her appearance came off of such, definitely wouldn’t hurt a fly. Made friends easily— not with me, I was an ass—, super creative, and very talented. She was an angel, anyone would agree. You could love her oh-so easily.

Back when we were younger, she always came up to me whenever she saw me isolated from anyone else, wanting to hold conversations or just sit in a comfortable silence. As we got older, conversations were held much better and longer. She ended up giving me gifts out of the blue, begging me to accept them even when I told her to stop spoiling me. Drawings, little candy baskets, sweet notes, invitations for a sleepover or dinner at her parents.

I’m telling you. She’s the sweetest.

Later down the line, sometime between seventh and eighth grade, I would see her personality falter here and there, see her have her bad days, yet act like she was having such a fantastic one. Behind closed doors she would break down, screaming and crying her lungs out, verbally considering self-harm. I talked her out of it, thankfully, I didn’t want to see her so deep in an endless void.

Highschool rolled around, we were very, very different people. I ended up getting into substances I shouldn’t’ve gotten into, lots of fights, loads of rumors, and plenty of quick and unreasonable relationships. But her? She stayed the same. Perfect, gorgeous, happy, so very happy-go-lucky. Of course, she had her bad days, thats a given. But they were because of that stupid path I decided to walk down. And yet, that peachy little angel stayed by my side.

Fucking angel.

Around graduation, I was only smoking weed, selling some every now and again, taking time off of being in relationships. Fights were drastically reduced but rumors… Not so much. We went back to having sleepovers and little lunch dates. Mainly sleepovers as she said she enjoyed staying up with me and sleeping on top me more than sitting down and eating for what felt like ten minutes. She even encouraged me to go to college with her, move into a nice little home with her. As friends.

Moving in was wild. We would go out four times a week, constantly stay up late, and drink as if alcohol poisoning wasn’t a thing. That’s when I found out her appearance and personality was definitely not her default behavior. She was a total… let’s just say she’s not so innocent. She’s a wild dancer, crazy dirty talking, so flirtatious, highly sensual. That’s how she ended up basically admitting she’s always liked me and been dying to fuck me.

“Y’know, Els, I’ve always liked you. Love you, even. And I hated all those girls y’got with. Except that Riley girl. She was a sweetheart. M’but not Dina. ‘Specially Dina. Fuck her. Speakin’ o’ which, I would give anything to fuck you. To watch my sweet Ellie through half shut lids as she— …Mmph, nevermind. Sorry, m’sorry.”

“No, no. Tell me. Tell me what you want your ‘sweet Ellie’ to do. Hm? What do you want from me, princess?”

“Yeah? Y’wanna know?”

“Tell me, baby. No one’s around to judge.”

“I wanna watch you eat me out until I’m nothin’ but a crying, shaking mess. My legs, over your shoulders, our eyes filled with nothin’ but lust and pure love. Get me high beforehand, m’curious about what it might feel like.”

“Oh, yeah?”

“Mhm… Better yet, buy a strap and let me sit on it. I’d let you do whatever you wanted to me. No complaints.”

“You’re so fuckin’ nasty.”

“Tell me about it.”

That entire interaction is what led me to actually laying her out and having her beyond fucked stupid. She asked and she received. Soon, we just labeled ourselves as a couple, she took me to meet her parents— as if I didn’t know them already— and I took her to meet mine. That includes Joel, even if he was just a really cool babysitter I had when I was younger. They love each other, platonically, of course.

“You? You’re the one that gave ‘er that bruise on ‘er arm?”

“Yep!”

“Y’seem so sweet, though. You’re also quite tiny. I reckon you could take ‘er in a fight, huh?”

“I wouldn’t go that far. Our play fighting does not do her justice, Joel.”

“Hey! You cheat! All the time!”

“I do not.”

“Joel!”

“I believe you, don’t worry, kiddo.”

We rarely ever fought. If we did it was either over something stupid— which resulted in talking it out—, or for valid, genuine reasons— those resulted in building up tension for a few hours, fucking, then talking it out. Terrible, I know but lord was she so filthy and rough.

I loved this girl and everything we’ve ever been through. She dealt with me for so long, she helped me through everything, she changed me. Of course, she would say I did the same for her but I would harshly disagree. I haven’t done nearly as much as she has for me. Except proposing and marrying the girl.

Oh, boy was she crying and passing out for the next few days.

Now present day, here we were, married and going through old photos we had and the notes she gave me back then. She was sat in front me in her nightgown, giggling at every photo she found from middle school. The picture was handed to me, both of us in our halloween costumes from that year.

“Remember this? Our little pirate and princess phase?” her eyes met mine, sending shivers up my spine and some wild butterflies in my stomach. I could only nod and stare at her in silence, too hung up on her giddy expression. “We were so cute. We still are, don’t get it twisted, but… This is a different kind of cute.”

“You’re so gorgeous,” I spoke without really thinking, watching the love of my life perk up at the small compliment. God she was the cutest.

"Thank you," she whispered, leaning forward to kiss my cheek, "I think you're very handsome."

"Handsome?"

"Mhm."

"Oh, yeah?"

"Yeah," she giggled, scooting back from me, "so handsome that I could die."

We stared at each other in a comfortable silence, slowly starting to smile and puff up our cheeks with air. Within seconds we blew raspberries and began laughing like crazy. While she was in the middle of laughing, I grabbed the nearby polaroid that she had beside her, aiming it at her laughing expression and taking the chance to snap the photo.

"Got 'cha, pretty girl," lowering the camera, she gasped and snatched the photo from the device in my hand, sliding it off to the side. Those eyes I adored so much landed on me, holding an idea we both knew I couldn't confuse.

"Y'know, Els," she started, having me roll my eyes immediately and nod to her, "why don't we start a little private collection?”

As per usual, she came up with something I never expected to leave her mouth. My head tilted to the side, surprised at the suggestion meanwhile she just shrugged while reaching for the camera, “here. I’ll start.”

Just like that, her dropped the straps on her nightgown over her shoulders, her breasts on full display to me… And the camera. I watched as she made up various poses, snapping numerous pictures. She even stared directly at me a few times as the flash had gone off. I’m definitely fucking her after we put this stuff up.

“You’re something else, y’know that?”

“And yet,” she crawled over to me, straddling me, chest now against mine as she hugged me tightly, “you absolutely adore it. Don’t you?”

'✦ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹ 🀦 '✦ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹ '✦ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹ 🀦 '✦ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹ '✦ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹ 🀦 '✦ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹

ᴀɴ; ʀᴇʙʟᴏɢꜱ, ᴀꜱᴋꜱ, ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴇᴘʟɪᴇꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀʟʟ ᴡᴇʟᴄᴏᴍᴇᴅ!! ̤̮

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mellowsadistic · 2 years

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Jessie played with her toys, pouting. This was so stupid! She was a grown woman for goodness sake, yet here she was shuffling around her nursery wearing a nappy like some dumb baby.

She took a deep breath. It would be over soon, she told herself. One month, that was how long her boyfriend had to diaper train her. He’d agreed that if he couldn’t do it in that time, he’d let her be a big girl again. She supposed she should count herself lucky. A lot of other women weren’t being given a choice at all – a couple of her friends had already been reduced to a pair of stupid little Pamper packers.

Jessie wrinkled her nose in disgust. It was pathetic! How could anyone let that happen to them? They obviously hadn’t been resisting hard enough. She sneered. Maybe they even liked it. There was certainly no way a strong-willed woman like her was going to end up as some dumb little diaper dumper!

She shuffled over to a pile of baby blocks, her nappy squishing wetly between her thighs. She didn’t remember going pee-pee, but that was okay. As long as she still had her bowel control, she wouldn’t count as fully diaper trained. And she could easily get her bladder control back when the month was up. Only one week left!

She grunted softly and bent over, concentrating on stacking her blocks. There was a strange fullness in her bottom, but the feeling went away quickly, and she ignored it. She’d just finished stacking a load of blocks together when she froze. Something had squished against her bottom. She gave her hips a little wiggle. There was definitely something back there. Her diaper felt heavier. Then a yucky smell reached her noise.

Jessie straightened up, a chill running down her spine. No…She couldn’t have… Not without noticing… With mounting horror, she reached behind her and cupped the seat of what was obviously a droopy, messy, fully loaded nappy.

Her mouth dropped open. No! This couldn’t be happening! This might happen to other girls, but not her!

“Uh-oh!” came a deep, amused voice from behind her, and she looked around sharply to see her boyfriend standing in the doorway, smirking. “I think someone’s made a stinky!” he cooed. Then he tilted his head, looking at her curiously. “That’s funny. You usually come and beg me to let you use the potty when you have to go poo-poo.”

“I didn’t…” she began, disoriented, “I didn’t realise… I didn’t know…”

Her boyfriend’s eyes seemed to light up, and a sinister smile spread across his face. “You didn’t know you had to go?” he finished for her.

Jessie could only look up at him in horror, but he could see the answer in her face.

“Good girl!” he gushed, walking over to kiss her on the forehead. There was a mocking sweetness in his tone. “What a good girl for messing yourself without knowing! Tell Daddy all about it, princess. Did you feel yourself start to go poopy? Or did you just realise you were messy all of a sudden?”

But Jessie just stared ahead of her, wide-eyed and horrified. A low whining started in her throat, and then, “I don’t wanna be incontinent!” she wailed, breaking down into tears.

“Awww, it’s okay sweetheart,” her boyfriend cooed, pulling her into a cuddle and reaching down to pat the sagging seat of her loaded nappy. “You’ll get used to being a yucky little pants-pooper.”

She cried even harder at that.

“No more toilets for my little princess!” he went on happily. “Just think – you actually thought that I wouldn’t be able to nappy train you. And now you’re just another diaper-dependent baby woman.” He pulled out of the hug and cupped her face gently in his hand, wiping away her tears. “You used to make fun of girls like that, didn’t you sweetie?” he asked, his eyes glittering maliciously. “The ones who’d failed to prevent themselves being fully nappy trained by their husbands or boyfriends. Remind me what you always called them again?”

Jessie screwed up her eyes in shame, crying even more. “P… P… Pamper packers!” she hiccupped.

“That’s right,” her boyfriend said, nodding thoughtfully. “I guess that’s what you are now, isn’t it baby?” He spoke lightly, but his eyes were still sparkling with sadistic delight.

When she didn’t answer, he put a finger under her chin and tilted her head up to look at him. “What are you, little one?” he asked firmly.

Jessie sobbed again, staring up at him through her tear-stained eyes. “I’m a Pamper packer…” she whimpered.

“A bit louder, sweetie.”

“I’m a Pamper packer!” she cried.

“And what else did you call those girls, sweetie?” he asked. “What was your other name for them?”

Jessie mewled pathetically. “Diaper dumpers!” she sobbed.

“And you are…” he began for her.

“I’m a diaper dumper!” she wailed.

Her Daddy smiled, satisfied. “That’s my good girl. I can’t wait to parade you in front of all your friends in your messy nappies. But that will have to come later. Lie down on your back, darling. I think my Pamper-packing, diaper-dumping, nappy-filling little girlfriend needs a change!”

#mellowsadistic

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noonajoe · 1 year

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His Long-Distance Birthday Gift for You (Kuroo Tetsurou x Reader)

“Because of a business trip, that doesn’t mean I have to forget my girlfriend’s birthday, right?”

Word Count: 843

©noonajoe (Published on 22 March 2023 - 13:58 Bangkok Time) this story is not going to be sold, modified, or translated in any manner.

*phone call from Kuroo*

“Tetsu…?”

“Hi Kitten”

“What’s wrong? It’s 10, don’t you have to meet with your clients tomorrow?”

“I know, but that doesn’t mean I have to forget my girlfriend’s birthday?”

“Oh… Oh yeah!”

“Don’t tell me you forgot again”

“Uh, no-no. I mean, I just half-asleep in the living room watching TV, so… Yeah, I remember”

“Heh, is that so… Can I turn on a video call?”

“Wait, my face is really in mess-”

“It’s ok. It’s not like I never saw your bare face. I make it quick, I have something for you but I need to turn the video call”

“Uh. okay…”

*turning on video*

“Okay, I want you to go to my wardrobe”

*walks into their shared bedroom while carrying the phone with video call turned on*

“Okay, see that box on the bottom in a drawer? Get that box on the bed, hon”

“Okay, wait, it’s pretty heavy”

*carrying the medium-sized box into their bed*

“Okay, first. I just want to tell you, happy birthday, hon, sorry I don’t have cakes right now because of our long-distance whereabouts. I want you to open this gift box, but don’t turn off the video, okay? I just want to see your face opening the box”

*Open the box, it contains:*

[A paper written in colored markers and Kuroo’s doodles:]

Dear Kitten,This is my first surprise gift for you, I hope it’s not cheesy

“Happy birthday to my most strong-independent-sometimes stubborn but lovely partner, people said I’m too unrealistic but I do realize I could not pass every challenge in my life for the past 4 years without you. I could say every day is tiring but you always welcomed me. I have 4 gifts inside, I hope you understand each gift’s essential meaning"

*Long Goose Pillow* "I know your anxieties still occur for the past year and it’s worsened when I’m not with you because business trip. Yet, you always never told me:( I know you don’t want me worrying you but still, I know everything even if you don’t tell me ok. This goose pillow is really soft and squishy so I hope you have a good sleep hugging this if I’m not around."

*2 Packages of Miniature Lego* "I’ve talked to some physiologists and Akaashi (Akaashi is a doctor here), actually, lego helps avoid overthinking. Lego also trains your focus, I hope this can reduce your night habit of overthinking or crying. I can estimate if you slowly complete this two it’ll be done in 2 weeks. Just don’t finish it too fast, you’ll get a headache! :<"

*Ipad* "You always use your laptop to hear lofi or lullaby songs to help your anxieties. This iPad has the same features, and the sound system is good as well. Why I didn’t buy you a speaker, because I hope you can also watch movies with this. Sometimes when I suggest you buy Ipad refused because it’s too expensive, yet I want you to feel comfortable watching movies with this effective device rather than watching on your laptop. Plus I already installed nfix and hb*. Don’t feel bothered because I already subscribed to those for you. Don’t dare you pay me back."

*Bunny Lantern* "You know what I always got scared when you always use that dim desk light of yours when we slept. I mean, it’s too dim and sometimes the light turns off when I woke up I almost panicked myself because I thought I’m going blind all sudden. This bunny lantern also have an orange light on it, those lamp can help you through your sleep too. Even if you woke up at night when you see the lamp, hopefully, you can go sleep easily after."

*Wrist strap lanyard with a small picture of both of you* "I know it’s really cheesy but I really want you to have this in your working bag. I really don’t like that boy names (random names) that have been chatted to you each night! He got the lesson when I met him at that time. Plus if you look closer it also contains my number so if there’s something going on people will recognize me as your ‘partner’. Other men will get off you quickly when they saw this keychain."

[Last, a piece of paper glued in the bottom of the box:]

This is my first time not having your birthday on-site. I hope my gifts can at least cover your longing, I also write this by myself. No google translate or help from google sites! The gifts may replaceable but my love is more than this, okay?<3 Your only man, Kuroo Tetsuroo

You literally cried and laugh at the same time because you read each of his messages in the box. You also cried because you don’t know Kuroo has been prepared for this before his business trip, it's a really sweet side of him.

He sees you crying, wiping your tears while unboxing each of gifts.“Oh my, I wish I can hug you right now" he sighed, his smile indicating that he was glad that he prepared this before his 2 weeks business trip.

He asked, "Are you happy? Are my messages too cheesy?”

“No! I’m happy, it’s my first time to have this sort of gift, you know?”

“That’s good then. I’ll see you next 3 days and you can have birthday cuddles, okay? Love you"

“Yes, thank you so much, Tetsu… I love you too”

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Hi! Been keeping up with your fic for the past few months, absolutely loving it!

What is your take on Bill and empathy? In an earlier chapter he refers to it as an alien concept. I was wondering if he's never felt it before? Or if he's repressed it through eons of denial and self-absorbed partying?

Thanks!!

Let's start with definitions, because empathy is one of those words that gets a broad range of definitions from the colloquial (such as "empathy = caring about people") to the academic/scientific ("empathy = capacity to comprehend what another person is feeling"). I'm skewing toward the academic definition. You can care about people whether you experience empathy or not.

These days researchers define two kinds of empathy, "cognitive empathy" and "affective empathy". "Cognitive empathy" means "I can use my intellect to identify and understand someone else's emotions," and "affective empathy" means "when someone else is feeling an emotion, it makes me feel an emotion too (e.g. I'm sad because they're sad)."

When Bill says he considers empathy alien, he's referring to affective empathy. When he's not busy lying to himself about how others feel ("I'm sure Ford would be thrilled to be my friend again!"), he can be very good at cognitive empathy ("With all the stress Ford's under from his dwindling money and his parents' demands for financial success, he'll be desperate for a big break. This is my chance"). But Bill doesn't consider that empathy, he considers that "being smart enough to figure out what people are thinking."

I don't know whether Bill has never-ever-ever experienced affective empathy. He does possess the capacity to care about other people; and he does have the capacity to feel happiness when good things happen to them and anger or sorrow when bad things happen to them; and what exactly is the dividing line between "a person I like is happy -> that makes me happy" (empathy) and "a person I like is happy -> because I like them, I want good things to happen to them -> so I'm happy a good thing happened" (something that's not empathy)? Where do you split hairs between "I feel bad FOR you" and "I feel bad WITH you?" If Mabel comes home crying and Bill immediately gets angry and asks who he needs to murder, do you consider that affective empathy or just (a violent kind of) sympathy/compassion?

What Bill DOESN'T do is feel casual affective empathy for just, like, anybody. If a woman's husband is murdered and she loses the house and she loses her job and her children are sick, Bill's less likely to go "awww :(" and more likely to go "lol. 🍿" If he's in an unusually noble mood, he might go "man, what kind of a messed up society are you guys running that a lady gets fired for crying at work a week after her husband died? Do you not understand how grief functions in your own species?" but like, that's "disbelieving and condescending about how stupid y'all are being," it's not being sad because she's sad.

I don't know whether he's always had low/no affective empathy, or whether he initially had more and then it was reduced. I do know that if he ever did have more affective empathy, it had decreased before he was out of childhood, long before he destroyed his dimension. One of the things that drastically reduces empathy is receiving too much power without a stable social network and coping skills to keep you grounded, and Bill was given a LOT of power as a teen with zero healthy relationships and all the emotional maturity of a typical socially isolated teenager. By adulthood, he had already emotionally walled himself off from the world—there's me (superior) and everyone else (inferior), and anyone with the potential to be my equal is a threat—so if he'd ever had a capacity to feel with other people, he'd shut it down by then.

I'm trying to imagine what he would've been like at eight years old. If he saw some rectangle with an ice cream cone get bumped, drop the ice cream on the ground, and start crying, would he feel sad too? Maybe a little bit. Not enough to share his ice cream though. He'd just keep eating and hope someone else gives the rectangle a new cone. So at one point he definitely felt affective empathy. Not a lot, but some.

But that was a trillion years ago and Bill tends to say what feels truthy rather than what is true, so "empathy is alien and I'm suspicious it even exists" is what he thinks to himself.

#ask #about my writing #bill goldilocks cipher

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JESUS H CHRIST that last warprize hob ask. MY GOD I am going feral. That is the stuff, that is my jam okay, that's what I'm talking about. Dream being a sadistic bastard of a king, YES PLEASE.

I love imagining Hob in tears and begging, this is uncharted territory for him. He's Hob Gadling, roguish charming mercenary for hire, who's always been able to talk himself out of trouble. He's always been the one to take care of his partners, but now. Now, he's been reduced to a plaything, dressed in skimpy fabrics, decorated with piercings designed to enhance his sensitivity to a 100, body changed to be better suited for pleasure, his and that of his king.

Oh how he struggled against his bonds at first, all the escape attempts when he managed to recover his mental faculties enough to be aware of his situation. The punishments he wrought were absolutely brutal, he always ended up a pleading, bleeding mess begging for forgiveness on all fours.

I'm drooling at the thought of a permanent change, like the piercings (body part of your choice) OR maybe a womb tattoo. OH my god, let me bring that up real quick. Maybe the aphrodisiac candies aren't enough to keep Hob in line anymore, and so Dream needed to find a way to keep him docile, on a more permanent basis. Muwahahahahaahha

Cue Hob in restraints, gagged and bound to a table. And he's bawling his eyes out as he realized what's happening, crying out no no no please no please I'll do anything, though it is muffled. And Dream is there obviously, getting off at the sight of Hob's big pleading brown eyes, but he needs to focus on the ritual now. And once it's all over, he'll make sure to kiss all of Hob's tears away, as an apology. And who knows, perhaps a pregnancy or two might distract Hob for the foreseeable future.

I'm sorry, that last line was an excuse for Dream to put Hob in a mating press position. I'm so sorry.

I pray and hope someone writes the full fic. As always, I'd love to hear your thoughts on this.

-Love Yan Anon <3

Ajajdjfjggk here's a link to that other sadistic bastard dream ask <3

Magic womb tattoo tho? Magic womb tattoo <33

Hob is on his back, legs spread, and Dream is looming over him like... Well, like a nightmare. Hob has his mouth full of a leather gag and he's writhing, biting, straining against the cuffs keeping him down. When Dream starts working on him, it's agony. The magic seeps into his blood and it hurts so much... but Dream is whispering to him sweetly, telling him how brave he is and how it's all going to be OK. Hob is so strong, he's going to survive and thrive and be Dream’s good little pet. Doesn't he want to be good? He knows how hard it is for Hob to behave, but Dream’s going to make it so much easier for him. He'll be so much happier when he's calm and behaving properly.

The tattoo is of course visible for everyone to see on the outside. It curls around Hob’s lower belly, reaching down between his legs. He's not allowed to wear anything that covers up the tattoo now, so it's constantly on show. Under the skin, there's a lovely womb ready and waiting to take the king’s seed.

Hob wants to rebel, of course. His personality hasn't changed. But his blood is full of magic now, and it compels him to be good. There are moments when he misbehaves - Dream is always rather amused by his pets bad behaviour, and he enjoys the opportunity to spank Hob’s arse raw - but mostly, Hob is... docile. Sweet. Devastatingly horny, too, constantly crawling between Dream’s legs and mewling sweetly to be fucked.

Dream has a mating bench specially made for his pet, as a gift for how well he did with the ritual. Hob is gently strapped into place on the rich, comfortable leather. His legs spread open, his blood pounding through his veins with the knowledge that he’s going to be fucked and bred. He knows that he won't be allowed up again until Dream is convinced that he's pregnant - he's in for the long haul.

A week ago, the idea of his belly swelling with the king’s child would make him shudder. Now... he gazes down at the ink on his skin that claims him as Dream’s possession, his object, his thing. And to his horror and mild disgust, he finds himself looking forward to the future.

#yan anon #the sandman #dreamling #nsft #cw noncon #cw pregnancy #cw breeding

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v3lv3tf0x · 2 months

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Slipped Through My Fingers Pt. 3

~Steddie A/B/O no Upside-Down AU~

⚠️ Trigger warnings⚠️ non-con(not described but leading up to and aftermath), abuse, violence, the works

This is gonna be a very dark fic with mostly angst, don't interact/read if it's not your cup of tea.

It had been two days. About. Maybe. Eddie wasn't sure. His body hurt, his head throbbed, and the room he was in was cold and unwelcoming. He hadn't been given food or water either. He tried to leave one time, but the door was locked.

And now he was hot. Along with the pain, his body burned, and an increasing need for something prodded his brain until he could do nothing but curl up and whine, slick pooling between his tightly clenched thighs. Eddie didn't know much about heats but he was pretty sure he was supposed to eat. He ached for Steve, pumping out his scent as much as he could in hopes that the alpha would smell it, smell him, his heat and pain-addled brain oblivious to the fact that he was locked away and that he was giving away his condition to his captors.

The door slammed open and Eddie scrambled to sit up, stomach twinging, eyes squinted almost shut as he tried to see who it was.

“Poor thing, look at you. What a mess,” a familiar voice mused. Eddie felt the blood drain from his face as he scooched back away from the door.

“Aw, don't run away now!” The alpha said with mock sympathy. “I'm here to take care of you,” his lips twisted into a terrible grin and Eddie growled softly.

“Don’t- don't touch me,” his voice was hoarse from disuse and whining. The alpha sneered at him, grabbing his hair and yanking him up, making Eddie cry out.

“Fucking brat, you think you can talk to an alpha like that?!” The man shook him slightly, Eddie’s weakened body jolting with another cry.

“Stop! Don't fucking-” Eddie heard the slap before he felt it and then the tears fell.

“You’ll learn to shut your mouth sooner or later. Now strip get on your fucking hands and knees.” Eddie was dropped unceremoniously onto the hard floor, where he then scrambled to get his clothes off and get onto his hands and knees, soft whimpers leaving his dry lips.

“See? Not that hard,” the alpha snarled, making Eddie’s omega want to sprint to the other side of the room. When he tried to crawl away, the man grabbed Eddie’s ankle, dragging him back.

“Please, please, don't want to-” Eddie whined, struggling against the iron grip.

“Shut the fuck up and stay still or I'll break your fucking leg.” The man’s grip tightened and Eddie froze. The sound of a zipper bounced off the walls, then the sound of jeans hitting the floor.

When the alpha, Jameson, apparently, left, Eddie collapsed onto the floor, curling into the smallest ball possible. He didn't cry or whine, just laid there, uncomfortably full and hot and overwhelmed. Jameson was anything but slow or gentle and Eddie’s body hurt despite the need coursing through him. Slick, cum, and other fluids he didn't want to acknowledge stuck to his thighs and coated the floor. His heat had lasted nearly a week, if he guessed based on his internal clock, maybe around five days, give or take. Five days of being completely out of control of his body, being used and fucked and filled repeatedly. In his fever-induced haze, his omega said it was good, there would be pups now, but his human said that no, pups would not be good, they were trapped, they didn't want that alpha’s pups. That shut the omega part of his brain up quickly, reduced to whimpering and crying that he wanted Steve and Dustin and Wayne.

Outside of his head, Eddie’s body hurt. Jameson had bruised and bitten him any chance he got, not caring whether the omega bled or not. Eddie scooched to the corner of the room furthest from the door, dreading anyone who might walk in. Jameson had only left a few times to get food and water for Eddie so he wouldn't die, but the door was bad news. He curled into himself, pulling his matted hair into his face and squeezing his eyes shut. Sleep did not come. No, any sliver of rest Eddie might have gotten was ripped away then the door was thrown open and three people came in. Two alphas and a beta.

“Pick him up, let's go,” the beta said. He was wearing a long, white coat, and held a large clipboard in one hand and a strange device in the other. Eddie jolted when the two alphas, burly and mean-looking, started toward him.

“No! No, don’t! Don’t touch me!” He yelled, trying to get away from them, but he had backed himself into a corner. The alphas grabbed him by the arms and lifted him as though he weighed nothing more than a sheet of paper. They held him upright and something dribbled down Eddie’s legs when he thrashed in their grips.

“Follow me.” The beta turned on her heel and the alphas dragged Eddie’s weak, flailing body out of the room and down the hall, ignoring his shrieks. They enter another cold, grey room where Eddie is dropped unceremoniously onto the cold floor. He pulled his knees to his chest, eyes wide as he watched the beta. Suddenly freezing water hit him and he yelped, scrambling to get away. The beta simply pushed him back down with her shoe and a scornful look.

“Clean up or they’ll do it for you,” she snapped, lip curled. Eddie whined, skin prickling with each torrent of ice-cold water. He was too scared to notice when he came in, but it was a shower room. He looked around, noticing a bar of soap on a shelf with an unnamed bottle of what he assumed was shampoo. He stood up on unsteady legs, grabbed the bar of soap, and began scrubbing his body. Neither the beta nor the alphas had left and he hesitated.

“All of yourself,” the beta snarled impatiently. Eddie nodded, reaching down to clean himself, face burning with shame, eyes cast down the entire time. Then he quickly washed his hair and the water was abruptly shut off and Eddie was given a towel and barely five minutes to dry off. When the beta deemed him dry enough, the alphas grabbed him once more and dragged him off to another room filled with cages. Eddie’s mouth went dry. Rows of cages, more often than not filled with an omega, curled on a small blanket.

“No, no, no, no!” Eddie suddenly began flailing in the alphas’ holds once more. Once again, they ignored him, continuing to drag him through the rows of cages before stopping in front of one of them and unlocking it.

“Shut up,” one of them was fed up with Eddie’s shouts and flails, smacking him across the face. Eddie snapped his mouth shut and let himself be shoved into the cage. He hit his head in the process but swallowed his whine, even when the door was slammed shut, nearly crushing his fingers. The alphas left without another word, leaving Eddie to curl up on the scratchy blanket. There were two bowls on the floor, one labeled food and the other labeled water, and a bucket in the corner he didn't want to think about.

#stranger things #steddie #steddie angst #steve harrington #eddie munson #heavy angst #angst #dead dove do not eat #dead dove fic #alpha steve harrington #omega eddie munson #omegaverse #alpha/beta/omega dynamics #literally #this is not a happy fic #just read the tags

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Dannymay Day 10: Bones

Danny clutched his broken arm and winced. He didn’t yell or even cry. For better or for worse he had gotten used to being in pain by now. This was a far worse pain normal though.

Now he had to decide what to do next. He could leave the janitors closet and get help, or he could wait and see if he was found. Logically he knew he should try to get help as fast as possible, but he didn’t want too. He still hadn’t come up with an excuse. Plus the attention and worry people gave him when he was hurt always felt kinda awkward.

As Danny tried to convince himself to leave the closet, something he hadn’t had to do in years, Mr. Lancer opened the door. “OUTLAWS OF SHERWOOD, FENTON! What happened to your arm?” He shouted in terror. Danny was surprised to see so much genuine concern from the vice principal.

“I-I… uh,” Danny struggled to come up with an excuse. “Never mind that, you can tell me later. Let’s get you to the office,” said Lancer. He put his arm around Danny to make sure he was steady and led him to office. Danny’s arm didn’t mess up his balance, but Lancer didn’t know what other injuries he might have, or if he was in shock.

When they got to the office Lancer took him to the nurse’s room and left to call his parents. Lancer would’ve also called an ambulance but they were very expensive. Danny could wait a few extra minutes for a cast and be fine. The nurse held Danny’s arm up and placed an ice pack on it to reduce swelling. Other than that there was nothing she could do. Luckily Danny wasn’t bleeding.

Lancer didn’t come back into the room. He probably should’ve asked what happened to Danny but he didn’t want to add extra stress. If it was a safety hazard or something against the rules he could deal with it later. Danny didn’t realize that. He was just happy it gave him more time to come up with and excuse.

After a few minutes Danny’s dad bursted into the room. “Danny! What happened to you? Are you ok?” Jack ran to Danny’s side and put an arm on his shoulder. “I’m fine dad. Mostly, at least,” said Danny. Jack picked Danny up and very quickly carried him to the Fenton Family Ghost Assault Vehicle. Danny buckled himself in.

Jack definitely broke several rode laws trying to get to the hospital as fast as possible. Danny tried to tell him to slow down a couple times but it fell on deaf ears. His dad was clearly very worried about him.

After a car drive that felt like it had taken forever, even though it was faster than it should have been, they arrived at the hospital. Danny got out of the car and followed his dad to the ER. Since Danny wasn’t in immediate risk of the situation worsening, or even dying, he was going to have to wait a while. It felt odd being in a place with so many injured people.

As soon as they were in their waiting room seats, Jack turned to Danny. “How did this happen? Lancer said found you in the janitors closet,” he said. This is what Danny had been dreading most. Even with time to prepare he was always terrible at this. “I, uh, was riding my skateboard at lunch. And I tripped. It was a bad angle I guess. But I didn’t want to get in trouble, because I know skateboarding at school isn’t allowed, so I hid. Sorry.” Danny looked down at his feet and winced prepared to get lectured.

There was a moment of silence. Then, confused, Danny looked up at his dad’s face. He looked heartbroken. Danny might’ve preferred it if he was mad. “Dan, if you’re hurt I don’t care why. We can deal with the consequences of that later. You could be breaking school rules, committing crimes, or even fighting ghosts. If you call me or your mom when you’re in danger, we’ll help. We can always deal with the other stuff later. I love you.” Jack started to cry. He hugged Danny. Danny hugged back. This was the last thing he was expecting.

An hour later Danny got X-rays and a sling. He was told to come back in a week when the swelling died down enough for a cast. It was going to take a couple months to heal. Fighting was going to be even more difficult in the meantime.

Danny kept thinking back to what his dad had said. It was actually reassuring. He hadn’t really broken school rules, but some of what he said was true. He hid in the janitors closet because he was scared of someone finding out how he broke his arm. He still was never sure of how his parents would take the news. It was good to know that if he ever met a ghost too strong for him they would be on his side. He’d still have to deal with the emotional fallout later, but at least he knew he would be protected until that point.

#dannymay2023 #dannymay #danny phantom #fanfic #oneshot #angst?#I think lancer is just supposed to shout classic literature #I still decided to make him say the names of random books I like because it’s funny to me #hurt/comfort

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