#it shouldn't be possible for someone else to touch them let alone hurt them

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#where do I even begin #imagine hating a person so much you become this obsessed with them #hating someone to the point that you claim them #to the point that you see their life as yours to end and yours alone #you hate them you hate them you hate them #they're yours to hate and hurt #they're not allowed to let someone else hurt or kill them #and the moment they DO get hurt and it wasn't you who did it... #...it's all wrong - isn't it? #it shouldn't be possible for someone else to touch them let alone hurt them #they're yours yours yours #anyway. soukoku brainrot going strong #bungou stray dogs #bsd manga #vol. 8 #soukoku #skk #dazai #bsd dazai #dazai osamu #chuuya #bsd chuuya #nakahara chuuya #bsd meta

[talesofesther]

scorch marks | ch 2

Wednesday Addams x Reader

Series Summary: Wednesday has been careful to keep what you two have behind closed doors and far away from labels; but when someone starts to take it — take you — away from her, she realizes how much she cares.

A/N: Not much to say here, just that I hope you like this part and let me know your thoughts. <3

Masterlist | Read ch 1 here

It was an awful day outside.

The sky was all baby blue and the sun was shining warmly over the lake's water. Wednesday could see everyone running around all the way from the round window of her dorm.

She liked to keep as far away from the commotion as possible on days like these. But Enid had other plans when she dragged her roommate outside, going on about how sad it was to be cooped up inside on a day like this.

Though Wednesday was quickly ditched when Ajax came into the picture, and that's when she spotted you.

It was genuinely, annoyingly, one of the most beautiful sights Wednesday had ever witnessed. You were leaning back on your elbows under a huge tree, lips moving softly into words she couldn't know; your skin was mostly hidden from sunlight, but a few rays still managed to catch your hair, painting the strands into a golden glow as the glistening of the lake's water in front of you framed your profile. It almost got Wednesday enjoying the bright and warm weather for a second, but the rest of the world came back into focus when her gaze settled on the girl beside you.

Why did it look so intimate? Why was Yoko touching you with such grace? Why did you let her?

Wednesday had always been observant, noticing details to a minimum to find weaknesses and points of advantage, so of course, she noted how your sunglasses matched the ones the vampire was wearing. Wednesday caught her mind wandering as to how it happened; were you in her dorm room when you took them? Did Yoko put them on you, her hands touching the apples of your cheeks as she did so?

She kept her distance to keep her heart safe, so why does it hurt so much to be this far away now? Why is it so awful to see you with someone else, so happy and lively? Why does Wednesday feel like you're being stolen from her, when you're not even hers, to begin with?

There were so many goddamn questions flooding Wednesday's mind and making her feel less and less in control. It got her clenching her fists, breath coming out shallow as she nagged on her bottom lip until the metallic taste of blood brushed her tongue.

Goody warned that she was destined to be alone, so maybe she shouldn't be surprised if one day someone else gets to keep you. Doesn't mean she needs to like it, or go down without a fight.

With each step Wednesday took towards you, the more she hated herself, because it felt childish and naive, maybe even futile. But deep inside her little black heart, she also knew she would never stop torturing herself about it if she just turned away.

So she played her cards, and now that you were walking side by side with her — your shoulder bumping into hers because the concept of personal space changed when it was just you and her — Wednesday's lips parted with a long sigh she'd been holding since laying eyes on you on that picnic blanket.

Dead leaves and branches snapped under her boots, the bee keeper's shed slowly coming into view amidst the dense trees. She glanced at you, blinking slowly as her features softened for you, for you, for you always.

"What did you need me for?" You eventually asked, all innocent curiosity and flushed cheeks from the sun.

"Eugene wanted you to check on the new hive." Wednesday lied easily.

"Are the bees okay? Did something happen?" The look in your eyes mimicked the urgency of your tone.

Wednesday rolled her eyes, though the action held more adoration than anything else. "That's the whole point of checking in on them, is it not?"

The old wooden door of the shed creaked as she opened it for you and let it close again once you were both inside; it was a little darker, stripes of sunlight coming in through the cracks and holes in the walls, illuminating the organized mess of the shed.

"Touche," you mumbled, making a beeline for the new bees that were still settling in. You and Eugene liked to keep them inside for a while before relocating them to their definitive hive outside, especially when a new Queen is added.

You could feel the weight of Wednesday's gaze on your back the whole time as you checked the little ones with a faint smile, and when nothing out of the ordinary was noticed, you started to wonder — to hope — that maybe this didn't have anything to do with the bees at all.

There was shuffling behind you, steps coming closer to you yet slow and hesitant in their movement. You would have known it was Wednesday even if she wasn't the one who brought you here. From this close, the feeling of her was unmistakable; it was almost like your soul already knew the shape of hers.

You felt a touch, a barely there graze of fingertips on your elbow. You knew that it was Wednesday's silent plea for you to focus on her. Solemnly.

Oh.

You turned around, twisting on your heels and almost forgetting how to breathe, she indeed came closer, you noted.

You didn't want to look desperate — Wednesday was closer, her perfume numbing all your other senses; there was a lock of her hair slightly caught on her lips, the freckles over her nose and cheeks much more apparent — though it took everything on you to not cup her cheeks and pull her closer still.

A beat passed with you wondering whether she'd ever feel the same — with you not knowing she was already in just as deep, if not deeper, than you — watching how the slivers of light reflected off of her dark irises, how her eyebrows relaxed and her lips quirked in the faintest of smiles. With time you came to know her mannerisms, the little telltale of emotions on her that you adored, that you could spend hours admiring. This was new.

"You're so pretty," the words came out in a breath before you could hold onto them.

They got Wednesday blinking multiple times, as if a dandelion had been blown in front of her, its petals grazing her cheeks, leaving testimonies of affection and delicacy.

You wondered if she liked the feeling, or if it got her nauseous and annoyed.

Wednesday breathed in deeply, her tongue running over her bottom lip in motion that you followed. She wasn't looking at you as she said; "I remember the last time we were alone here," she spoke carefully, at the same time that her thumb curled around the belt loop of your shorts.

From her avoidance to look into your eyes to the way she insisted on touching you, it was somehow foreign territory. From all the other times you've sneaked away with Wednesday, this is easily the most intimate.

"I like that memory." Wednesday finished, tone dripping with something sweet, akin to honey but better.

Before you could even think, your fingertips were already tracing the outline of her jaw, like a satellite following the pull of gravity. You'd never heard her say anything that resembled attachment, let alone this. Part of you wanted to ask what triggered it, or where was the punchline.

Wednesday kissed you first; lips tender against yours as her nose nudged your cheek. Her urge got you stumbling backward until your back hit the shelf behind you.

You forgot any and all types of rational thinking.

————

"No," you grumbled, closing the bottle of nail polish, "no, stop fucking complaining, you're the one who asked me to do this."

You were laying on your belly on top of Wednesday's bed, her plush, comfy black comforter wrinkling slightly with the way Thing was gesturing erratically in front of you.

"And, I made it pretty clear I wasn't the best at it," you raised an eyebrow at him. Just because it was a little smudged on the sides doesn't mean he has to make a big deal out of it. The dark purple does look nice with his skin.

"Wednesday, tell him how it looks nice."

The raven-haired girl carefully picked up a filled page off of her typewriter and laid it down on the pile by her side. She spared a half-second glance towards you and Thing before inserting a new page to resume the noisy typing of her novel. "It looks dreadful."

You groaned exasperatedly, burying your head under the covers.

"I love it." Wednesday finished.

"Well there you have it," you hummed, clumsily getting up from her bed, "at least someone likes it."

Thing relented, signaling to you that it wasn't that bad.

It got you chuckling, for only a hand, he was quite something. With your palm over your chest, you mouthed a thank you to him before turning to Wednesday.

She was focused on her writing; her eyebrows just a tad furrowed, eyes sharp over the ink that was set on paper, her lips pulled thin as her fingertips skillfully pressed over the letters. Selfishly, you wanted to pull out your phone and take a picture, stash away this memory just for you. She probably wouldn't like that though, and as your mother used to tell you; memories exist outside of time. You could be back here and now anytime you wanted.

Some might think that Wednesday's side of the room is morbid and dead compared to the burst of colors that is Enid's side. You saw it differently; her hoodie was thrown over the bed, from earlier when she came in; there is a potted cactus sitting on the bedside table, beside the big round window, you gave it to her a few weeks ago and it still a vivid green; her cello rests beside her wardrobe, its case half open from when she practiced last night; the bin from under her desk is almost overflowing with balls of paper, signs of a dead end on her novel that she, apparently, has just found a way around.

If you look closely enough, Wednesday's side of the room is just as full of life as Enid's is. Each corner has a little bit of her, of her personality for you to discover. And just recently you've been allowed to. Honestly, it's still a little overwhelming.

You've been in her room before, countless times because of Enid, but never because Wednesday had invited you. It caught you by surprise when she — in her own nonchalant and cryptic way — asked you to come back with her a few days ago. A part of you always thought she would never want to entangle your personal lives more than they already were, so it did catch you a bit off guard when she yanked you from Yoko's side in the hallway and just… didn't let go.

Every day since, you've been spending more time by her side. None of you had quite addressed why yet.

You slowly walked to Wednesday's side, with every three clicks of the typewriter you took one step. Your gaze shifted from her to the recently written pile of pages on the desk.

Wednesday's fingers hovered over the buttons when she noticed you looking. She strived to keep her face impassive even when her breathing felt stuck to her throat.

Shit. She thought to herself, did you have to come snooping right when that page is on the top?

"Is there a new character in your novel?" You asked, lightly tracing your fingertips over the black ink, mainly over the lines in which Viper was described holding the hands of an unnamed girl.

Wednesday got up in a quick motion, her chair harshly scrapping the dark wood floor as she stepped in front of you, blocking your view of her story. "No, I… She's not important." She explained, looking at you through her eyebrows in an almost daring way.

You were about to open your mouth to inquire more, but three knocks on the door stopped you.

Both you and Wednesday looked towards it. She took a step away from you, her back bumping the desk and causing a few pencils to roll over, as if just realizing how close you two were — as if you'd never been much closer than that.

Wednesday cleared her throat, taking swift steps to the door and pulling it open only to reveal Yoko on the other side, round sunglasses resting above her nose and a cheeky grin on her dark-painted lips.

"What do you want?" Wednesday all but growled, her knuckles going white around the door handle.

"I'm here for that one," Yoko gestured towards you, before tilting her head so her eyes could properly find yours, "due date is next week Y/N, last I checked we're still a pair, come on lovergirl."

The nickname held no bad intentions other than to tease you for suddenly being glued to Wednesday's side. But if looks could kill, Wednesday would have Yoko six feet under already.

Begrudgingly, you picked up your backpack, giving Thing a fist bump before walking to the door.

You stopped by Wednesday, naturally reaching out to touch the back of her hand with yours. Her skin was all silk-like smooth as you hooked your pointer finger with hers.

"I'll see you tomorrow?" You asked only for her to hear.

Pathetically, Wednesday dreaded the thought of you leaving with someone else. She only nodded, giving your finger a barely-there squeeze before you walked away.

And when Yoko put an arm around your shoulders, she almost knocked the whole building out of place with the way she slammed her door.

————

The smell of coffee and freshly baked goods was ever-present in Weathervane, the place held this warmth to it, all cinnamon and brown sugar. Maybe that's why it was your favorite place in town.

You and Yoko sat by one of the booths beside the big glass windows, watching the people walk by on the sidewalk as a light drizzle painted the streets a darker color.

Your spoon clicked against your mug every time you mixed up your cappuccino. There was a small frown on your eyebrows, your back hitting the plush fabric of your seat; "yeah but like, why?"

Yoko let go of the straw in her drink with a pop, she shrugged, "not sure."

"So someone just told you oh by the way if you eat anything with garlic you might just end up in the hospital, and you just went with it no questions asked?" You tilted your head to the side as a puppy would, a faint smile coming to your lips.

"I mean," the vampire leaned back, strands of her straight hair going over her sunglasses, "back then I didn't give much of a shit, and since then it has happened to me enough times that I know it's true so, no I never asked about the whys."

A waiter passed by you holding a recently baked pie, the warm smell of apples invading your nostrils. You briefly considered ordering a slice. "I'd be curious about the whys." You mumbled, your lips grazing the edge of your mug before you took a sip.

Yoko smirked, her fangs prodding at her lower lip, "look it up then."

"We have, there's nothing."

"That's because it's something we know since the dark ages."

You hummed, "talk about blind trust."

Placing your mug on the table, you lazily turned your head to the side to look out into the street, only to be met with the piercing eyes of Wednesday staring right into your soul from the other side of the glass window.

Your hand bumped into your mug with the way you jumped in your seat, spilling a bit of your drink, "shit," you cursed under your breath, hearing the pounding of your heart in your ears.

"Don't scare me like that," you exclaimed to Wednesday, motioning wildly to the cappuccino stain on the table.

All the raven-haired girl did was raise an unimpressed eyebrow at you, probably not understanding a word of what you were saying.

"You two, I swear to god…" Yoko giggled, watching you amusedly.

"Don't." You pointed a finger at her.

From the sidewalk, Wednesday visibly huffed before turning around to carefully make her way inside.

"Yeah, I'm gonna take that as my cue to go to the bathroom, because she," Yoko told you, finishing her drink before gesturing behind her to where the bell above the door dinged as Wednesday came in, "looks like a damn storm cloud."

"Yeah very funny," you whispered back, to which you only received a salute from Yoko as a response as she walked away.

Wednesday made her way around the tables and to you, her arms straight by her side and face impassive. Her eyes never left you, she choose to sit beside you on the booth instead of in front of you, her shoulder brushing yours as her hands rested neatly on her lap.

"Hey you," you smiled something shy, feeling the familiar way your cheeks warmed up and your stomach filled with butterflies for having her this close. "I'm happy you're-"

"I couldn't find you at school," Wednesday stated before you could finish, her gaze sneaking from your eyes to your lips.

Your hands became slick with perspiration, words tangled at the tip of your tongue. She was looking for you, came all this way for you. Maybe it shouldn't have made you as happy as it did.

"You were looking for me?" You dared ask, tone filled with tender hope and something else, all warm and sweet, a feeling you've been trying to keep at bay since she first kissed you.

Wednesday gulped, her jaw tensing as she averted her gaze with a slow blink. One of your hands was resting on top of the table, fidgeting with the edge of a napkin; was it too bad that she felt like holding it?

"I uh- I'm sorry I didn't say anything," you said when she didn't answer, "Yoko wanted to go out for a bite and asked me to tag along."

There was an instant coldness to you when Wednesday shifted on her seat, separating her shoulder from yours, "she asked you out?"

"I mean, yeah but-"

"And you said yes?"

Your lips hung open for a beat where you simply looked at Wednesday; her dark eyes shining under the orange lights, droplets of rain still clinging to her black hair, and for the first time, no walls up around her heart. But maybe it was your fault that it was not for the right reasons.

Wednesday breathed through her nose, it sounded much like a sniff and she hated it; "don't let me spoil your date." She got up so fast that she was halfway to the door when you scrambled to go after her.

"Wait, Wednesday wait," you called, jogging to catch up to her and almost knocking over a guy who was carrying two big mugs of hot chocolate.

You took hold of her hand without thinking, walking around her to block her path a second before she reached the door handle.

She didn't return the hold you had on her hand and it stung, but you carried on almost desperately; "not a date. This is not a date, you don't have to be jealous or-"

"I don't care." Wednesday yanked her hand away, her words so cold that she almost convinced herself that they were true. "The fact that you could even think I would feel anything remotely close to that for you is ridiculous at best."

It was already a scene, you and Wednesday could feel the not-so-discreet eyes of almost all the customers on you, forks with pieces of pie and mugs with coffee stopped midair as they watched the show.

You involuntary curled in on yourself because of the unwanted attention. Wednesday didn't seem to mind.

"Please can we talk about this somewhere else?" You asked quietly, your sneaker tapping the floor rhythmically.

"There's nothing to talk about." Wednesday simply said, but the words were pushed out forcefully, bitter on her tongue and razor-sharp around her already bleeding heart. They hurt, but at least this was a pain that Wednesday could control.

You took a step closer to her, hands itching to touch her in any way but she took a step away from you.

"We have nothing worth talking about."

With that Wednesday walked around you and into the now pouring rain, leaving behind everything that could've been.

⋆* ☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ

Read ch 3 here

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[bandgie]

After Everything

virgin!hueningkai x fem!reader

part 1 here | part 2 here

synopsis: You thought coming to terms with how you feel about Kai was going to be the hardest. But how he feels about you is a whole other animal itself.

warnings: MDNI 18+, smut, PIV, no protection (bad), loss of virginity (m!), handjob, nipple play (f!), over stimulation (m!), cock warming (if you squint), slight mentions of pregnancy, emotions, insecurities, kinda angsty, possessive reader, happy ending, idk man

5.2 words (fuck im sorry)

If there was one thing you could count on Yeonjun for, it was his stubbornness. Ever since the little show you and Kai put on for him, he's been consistent in asking for a part two. 

Yeonjun caught you in the cafeteria on campus. He’s wearing a flowy white button-down, sharp clavicle and lean arms on show. It would’ve been truly delightful to see him like this, but you just can't muster the ability to be attracted to him.

"Just one more time! One more, that's all I ask. You don't even have to fuck me. I'll even pay you..." You tune out Yeonjun's begging. It's a little difficult considering he's sitting right next to you, not letting you get a bite of your overcooked pizza in. But there's so many thoughts swirling in your head that it's not possible to pay attention anyway.

You’d done something you promised yourself you'd never do with Kai.

You went to his dorm.

Consistently.

Going to someone's place gives you an insight of who they are. He had a nice roommate, a decent space, and privacy. You told yourself it was convenient to have fun at a house rather than finding a secluded area. 

Wanting that alone time meant something. You didn't want to tease him like this anymore, you didn't want someone to see how he could fall apart at the mere feel of your lips.

He was yours to tease, to touch. No one else should have the privilege of getting a taste of that, no matter how they beg.

"Are you even listening to me?" Yeonjun accuses. 

It takes a couple of blinks for you to focus your attention on him. "If I said no, would you stop bothering me?" He laughs and crosses his legs, "Nope."

You sigh, giving up on your half eaten dinner. Yeonjun is quick to catch your annoyed expression, deciding to take another route.

"You like him huh?"

You turn your head to make eye contact, "Like who?" Yeonjun gives you a sly smile and shrugs, "You know who. I don't know why you're playing dumb."

"I'm not playing dumb," you say defensively. "You're the dumb one." 

Yeonjun chuckles at your little outburst. "No you are. You're blowing me off for Kai. Blowing me off, I'm almost offended. Like, I know you've been distant, but it's not the 'I found someone better and I don't need you anymore' distant. It's the 'I'm head over heels for someone like a loyal dog' kinda distant."

"I'm not a dog!" You yell. A few nearby people look at you weirdly, but you shake them off.

"So you're loyal then," Yeonjun muses. He shrugs again and leans back when you don't say anything. "It's written all over your face babes. Puppy love. With Huening Kai no less, who would've thought. The very same boy you used to slap around, give swirlies in the toilet back in middle school, who you made eat my cum, may I remind you."

You wince at the memories, guilt eating at you from the distant past. You excused your actions by youthful stupidity, by the irrational joy you got when seeing his tears. Even now, you like tasting them. But hurting him isn't how you want to continue. 

"Kai doesn't mean shit," you lie. It's so obvious though. You wouldn't believe it yourself. Yeonjun only makes you feel worse when he keeps smiling like an idiot. 

"Oh, he doesn't mean shit?" He questions. 

You meekly nod.

"Then it shouldn't matter that he's out with some girl then right?"

You sit up straighter and look wide-eyed at Yeonjun, "What?"

Yeonjun picks at his teeth like he's bored, but he has the most amused expression. "Just came back from a bar with Soobin before I saw you. Saw Kai and some chick there, she was chatting him up. Not that it matters though right?"

There's no time wasted when you grab your things. Your bag aggressively slings on your shoulder, almost hitting Yeonjun in the face. "What bar?"

"I thought you said he didn't mean shit?" He teases.

"For fucks sake Yeonjun what bar!" 

Yeonjun glances uneasily at the onlookers giving you dirty looks, but you couldn't care less. You can feel your heart pounding in your ears, the tightening in your chest. You think you might cry out of frustration if he keeps playing with you.

"I'll only tell you if you promise-"

"Yes!" You rise to your feet, seething. "You wanna see me get fucked? Done. Just tell me what bar."

-

Beomgyu's Bar is for college students only. The sun has barely begun to set, so there's not many people in the building. It doesn't take long to spot Kai's black hair peeking from one of the booths. He's with the same girl from the library you recognize. She obviously did her hair nicely, as if she wanted to impress him.

As if it was a date.

Anger boils in you, but you can't will yourself to move. Now that you're actually here, you don't know what to do. Should you go over there and make your presence known? Steal Kai away like last time? Should you just watch and see how things unfold?

That feeling of helplessness settles in your chest, and you feel the unfamiliar sting of tears in your eyes.

This was a dumb idea. You have no right being here, concerned about who Kai’s with. Not after how you've treated him, how you've talked down to him. Still, you can't stop staring at him from across the room.

Kai must feel your gaze because his head turns from the girl he's talking with to you instead. He recognizes you immediately even under the strobing lights. Your eyes widen at the attention, and you scramble for the exit. 

He jumps to his feet to follow you instantly, ignoring how his companion tries  to pull him back down by the sleeve.

"Where are you going?" She asks. "Do you wanna leave? We can go back to my place and-"

"I'm so sorry Anitta but I really need to do something," Kai doesn't even look her in the eyes. He focuses on freeing himself from her grip.

"Now? It can't wait?"

"No," He deadpans. "Can you please let go?"

"But Hyuka-"

"Don't call me that!" Kai surprises himself with the outburst. Not many people call him that nickname, only you've been consistent with the title since elementary. Strangely, it just sounds wrong when someone else says it. 

The sternness in his voice makes Anitta loosen her grip just enough for Kai to run away. There's no protesting as Kai runs out of the bar, his goal set on finding you.

You left merely a minute ago, you shouldn't have gone far. Kai spots you in the parking lot, looking in your bag for your keys. He doesn't know why you were there, or what to say, but what he does know is that he needs to be with you.

Within a few long strides, Kai reaches you. 

He doesn't need to say anything for you to know he's there, you can feel the warmth of his body behind you. With shaky breaths, you slowly turn to face him. You try to discreetly wipe your tears before you fully face him, sniffing. 

"Why are you here? Shouldn't you be with your girlfriend?" You hate yourself for being snarky, but what else are you supposed to do? Fall to your knees and ask for forgiveness? Tell him that you can actually be a decent human being despite the decade of torture?

Kai doesn't let your sarcastic words get to him - he’s used to them. Still, you can see a twinge of pain in his eyes. "You know that's not true," His voice is barely above a whisper. As if he might scare you away if he talks too loudly. 

"Isn't it?" Your voice rises. You don’t share his concern for volume. "At a bar of all places! So what,you get a taste of pussy and think you can get it all?"

Kai looks like his eyes might bulge from their sockets at your crudeness. He shakes his head feverishly, "No! It's nothing like that. She offered to go out-"

You put your hand up, silencing him. "I don't wanna hear it. It's better to have a slut like me to learn how to fuck than go with a good girl. I made it really easy for you didn't I? Here I was, thinking I was being too much of a bitch to you when really-"

"Stop!" Kai finally raises his voice. Your voice dies in your throat. Never has Kai commanded, let alone yelled, at you. There's a certain determination in his eyes that you've never seen before. It makes your heart speed, your legs tremble.

"Stop calling yourself that," Kai speaks softer this time. "Calling yourself...names. I never even thought those things about you. Ever. I mean, I do think about you, but not like that."

Despite being angry a second ago, your chest flutters at his confession. "...You think about me?"

As if realizing what he said, Kai blushes. It takes a moment before he nods, eyes finding the asphalt beneath his feet. "Yes. A lot actually."

You're still hesitant about it though, "Because I'm a bitch to you?"

Kai's head snaps up and he shakes it again, "No! Not at all..." He trails off for a moment, as if reconsidering what he said. The pause makes your heart clench. You should have known. Years of bullying would always stick no matter how much you sucked his dick.

"Well, you are...mean to me," he confirms. "But it's more than that. I kind of want you to do that to me. It's weird, and I honestly think there's something wrong with me. I just wanna be your dog sometimes."

Now it's your eyes that widen, a small laugh escaping into the air. 

Since being with Kai more, you've caught on that he tends to say outlandish things. You would pretend that it was stupid and make fun of him for it, but you've always thought it was cute. 

"Sorry," he gives you a sideways smile. "But it's true. Whether you treat me like a cat or a dog, I just wanna be with you. Yes, you gave me a hard time growing up. And yes...a part of me is still scared of the next thing you'll have me do."

You open your mouth to reassure him that it won't happen again, but he beats you to it.

"But I'd do it. I'd do it again even if it meant brushing my teeth for hours. If it meant having to buy new underwear all the time because of the stains. None of it matters to me except you."

"Hyuka..." You can taste your tears on your lips. You don't deserve this, him. Yet here he is, using his shaky hands to wipe your tears.

"I'm serious. If you don't want me to see her again I won't. Just tell me what to do-"

"No," you choke back on your sobs. "Hyuka how can you still want me after everything I've done to you? I'm a horrible person. I've made you do horrible things. I've treated you horribly. Even now, I ruined your date and made it all about me."

Kai's warm touch is soothing to your wrecked state. You can hear cars pulling up and people walking. If they're watching you and Kai, he must not care to notice. His gentle grasp on you stays, his eyes never leaving yours. 

"You're not a horrible person, and you didn't ruin anything. I've been trying to find an excuse to leave anyway. You saved me if anything," Kai admits. 

Your hands clasp over his, your thumb stroking the back of his hand. You both stand in silence, letting your breathing even out. Kai is patient as ever, softly humming under his breath.

That's another habit you've picked up on. You can sometimes hear him sing in the shower, when he's choosing a movie to put on for background noise.

"Oh wow," Kai sounds in awe. You blink a few times to see him looking up, and you mimic his movement. The sun has nearly fully settled, giving the sky a beautiful blue hue.

"It's the blue hour," he says mindlessly. "Isn't it beautiful?."

Your gaze settles on Kai's features. His strong jawline, the little bump in his nose, his full bottom lip. "Yeah," you agree, eyes fixed to his face. "It is."

"Hyuka," you call him after a second. His eyes move away from the sight, but the look of awe never leaves as he looks at you. "I'm sorry." You can feel your tears build up again. "I know it's not enough, and I don't think there's anything I can do to make up for what I did. But I'm so sorry. I wish I could blame it on the fact that I was stupid, that I was drunk. But I can't, and I won't. I'm selfish, I'm mean, I'm messed up. There must be something wrong with me too because I still want you after everything."

"There's nothing wrong with you," he whispers. Kai tenderly kisses your tears away, licking his lips. "Or maybe there is, we can be messed up together."

You giggle at him, playfully smacking his chest. "That's such a loser thing to say."

Kai laughs with you, pearly whites glistening in the setting sun, "I was hoping you'd think I was a lover."

You shake your head, still keeping the smile on your face. "So now what?" You question. "Do we kiss or something?"

Kai only shrugs, "I'll do whatever you want to do."

"We should go back to my place," you reason quickly. "It's getting cold out here."

-

His lips are on yours the second you closed the door to your apartment. Kissing Kai is nothing like anything you've experienced before. He’s shaky, messy, uncoordinated, and you love every second of it. You wonder why you never kissed him before. 

You lead him towards your room, both of you tripping and slipping off your shoes. Hushed giggles filled the air as you finally opened your bedroom door.

It’s then that Kai decides to have some decency, "You don't have roommates?"

His lips are swollen and flushed from kissing. Your eyes catch how his hair points in all directions from the previous makeout session in the car. 

You roll your eyes and slam your door closed loudly. "What about it? Take off your pants and get on the bed."

Kai is quick to listen to your directions, fumbling with his belt as you lead him to the bed. 

His hands tremble from anxiousness, struggling to unclasp himself. You take pity on him and sit him on the edge of the bed, falling to your knees. 

"You don't need to rush, Hyuka," you soothingly tell him. Your hands run up and down his thighs, trying to get them to relax. "We can take things slow. Plus I've already seen your dick. A little too late to be shy about showing me that, hm?"

Kai gives you an apologetic smile and nods, "Yeah sorry." You hear him take a deep breath and slowly let it out. Once he's calmed down enough he looks down at you and nods again, a sign to keep going. 

Carefully, you remove his belt and toss it on the ground. You maintain eye contact when you unbutton the top of his pants, moving down to lower his zipper. Kai keeps his eyes trained on yours, a habit you had taught him whenever you gave him head. 

He lifts his hips upwards so you can pool his pants around his ankles. You eye the tent in his boxers, licking your bottom lip. 

"This all for me?" You tease, using your hands to play with his waistband. When he doesn't answer, you pull back on the elastic on his underwear and let it go. The snap sound echoes in your room, and Kai jolts from the slight stinging sensation. 

"Yes! Yes it's all for you." His voice is whiny, eager to be pleased. 

Maybe you should go easier on him, you had a heart to heart with him less than an hour ago. Still, a part of you feels like you've been going too easy on him in the bedroom. Here he is, expecting pleasure from you the moment you bring him to your place. 

You've made Kai quite the whore. 

This is his first time fucking, and that knowledge alone makes you back off from your usual antics. With a smile on your face, you shimmer his boxers off. You can see his ears turn red when you coo at the sight of his hard cock. 

"It's so hard. I can't believe it's like this when I haven't even touched you. Thought you'd get tired of me." You speak mindlessly. 

"I always get like this when I think of you," Kai confesses in a small voice. Your chest blooms with butterflies, returning his blush. "And I'd never get tired of you," he quickly adds. "Never."

To show your gratitude for his words, you grasp his cock in one hand while you place your other hand on his thigh. You stroke him gently, moving to engulf his tip in skin before dragging it down. Kai hums gratefully and grips the sheets. 

It doesn't take long to hear the slick from his pre-cum. Your whole body starts following his strokes as if you're riding him.  Saliva starts to pool in your mouth from watching your hand get all the attention. Still, the emptiness in your throat isn't enough to stop. You love seeing his face twist in pleasure, the way his neck looks when his head is thrown back. 

Unconsciously, you begin to bounce on air. You pussy clenches around nothing, dripping with arousal. You're neglecting yourself from what you crave, what you need. It's been a long time since your pussy has been stuffed. Excluding Kai's tongue and your fingers, there hasn't been much action going on. You couldn't picture yourself sleeping with anyone so long as you were seeing Kai.

Now you’ve been given his dick on a platter, his tip an angry red with bulging veins. Experimentally, you bring your hand upwards to rub the head of his cock. Kai writhes in overstimulation, his hips jerking backwards to escape your touch. 

You hum, understanding. "Sensitive huh? You think you can take my pussy next?"

There's a little spark of panic in his eyes, but determination overpowers it. "I can take it." Kai fidgets with the blankets nervously, "I dunno if I'll be any good."

You take your hand off his length and rise to your feet. "You don't need to be good, Hyuka. Just lie there like a good boy and I'll do all the work." Your fingers grasp the hem on your shirt and you lift the material over your head. 

Kai has seen your boobs before. You've let him place his dick between them and use it like a fleshlight. He never gets bored of the sight though, and his dick jumps again in excitement. 

You throw the blouse in the same direction of his belt. Teasingly, you cup yourself and massage your breasts. "Your turn."

Kai hesitates in taking off his shirt, but seeing you playing with your tits encourages him to do so. He doesn't try to think about how you're staring at him as he tucks his arms in the holes and lifts the shirt over his head. 

To praise him, you reach behind your back to unclasp your bra. 

You take a few steps closer to Kai so his face is in your chest. He looks up at you as you place a nipple in his mouth, needing some type of stimulation. He obeys, sticking his tongue out to taste your skin. 

His lips suck on your bud, moving his hands to wrap around your bare torso. 

Kai's tongue flicks against your nipple, making you moan. He switches from one boob to the next, unsure of which one to pay attention to. Kai settles for taking his time on each one. 

He notes how you whine when he sucks harshly, how you arch your back further into him when he captures your nipples between his teeth. Kai watches as your skin turns purple from his bruising, a sense of pride swelling in his chest. 

Your legs begin to tremble from the feeling. You keep a grasp on the back of his head to keep him close. The desire between your legs grows stronger. Your patience wears thin as you start undoing your jeans. 

Kai backs away to let you get fully undressed. He kicks his pants off from his ankles and helps you shimmy out of your underwear. 

Both of you are completely nude, exposed. It's a whole new sense of vulnerability. Before, clothes were a way to establish power. You would keep Kai either mostly clothed or naked from down under. It gave you a sense of superiority over him, but that's the last thing, if at all, that you want to feel from him now. 

Instead, you want to feel his body on yours. His hot skin kissing your own. You might always want to take charge in the bedroom, but you don't think you could ever look down on him ever again. 

How did you ever do it in the first place?

You place yourself on his lap, pushing him down by his chest to lay him on the bed. His chest rises and falls rapidly, mouth slightly open to catch his breath. You shush quietly, an attempt to calm him down once again. "It's okay, Hyuka. I'm right here."

Some seconds pass before you place yourself above his hips. You hover over him, knees either side of his waist. Your hand reaches down to grab the base of his cock, angling it towards your entrance. Kai's hands are still fisting the sheets, but you tell him that it's okay to grab you instead.

He listens and takes ahold on your hips, sinking into the bed further. 

To let Kai get used to the feeling, you run the tip on his cock over your pussy lips, letting your arousal gather. The warmth of your sexes makes both of you moan. 

"It's so warm," he notices. You giggle and look up at him, "It's even warmer inside."

Rather than looking nervous, Kai smiles back at you expectantly. 

You take that as a green light to take him in. Slowly, you push the head of his dick inside. The crown spreads you slightly, and you have to bite your bottom lip from moaning too loudly. Kai whimpers at the first feel of your pussy, his grip tightening on you for a second. 

You sink on him a few more inches before moving back up, letting your cunt adjust to his size. There's slight pain on your part, but you're so wet that it's far too easy to slide back down. The ache only mixes with the pleasure each time you take him deeper.

Kai seems to appreciate you taking your time. His hips stay on the bed obediently, taking in the feeling of your walls gushing around him. It's not until you sit on him fully, your ass to his thighs, that he cries out. He swears he sees white from the tight pleasure, the way his cock fits snug in you.

Perfect.

With trembling thighs, you let yourself settle on Kai's girth. He's stretching you out fully, and you swear you can feel him deep in your stomach. The depth makes you twitch and squeeze around him, eyes rolling to the back of your head. 

You trail your hands upwards so they rest on his shoulders. "This okay?"

Kai opens his mouth only to moan in response. He's babbling nonsense, but he's nodding rapidly. You can make out a few yes's and a string of curses, making you laugh. Experimentally, you rock your hips on him. The movement makes him whimper, his hands falling further down to grip your ass. 

You set the pace, lifting yourself a few inches up before dropping back down. The feel of his cock dragging inside of you sends shivers down your spine. There's nothing you wish more than to bury yourself deep in his cock, spasming around him. You think you could cum from just squeezing him, but Kai is practically drooling for how you're riding him.

It doesn't take long for the pace to pick up. Especially with how his fingers are digging into the flesh of your ass, itching to pick you up himself just to slam you back down. His hips start thrusting upwards to meet you halfway. 

Your breasts bounce from the force, a series of moans leaving your lips from every thrust. Neither of you care about how loud your thrusts are, skin on skin. If anything, that sound mixed with the wet slapping spurns you on more. Kai picks his head up to watch where you both connect and his dick disappears inside you, imprinting the image into his mind .

The sight alone makes Kia's balls tense. You're so warm, wet, and tight for him that he can feel his release getting closer. Thinking about finishing inside of you is beyond what Kai could have ever wished for. Making you his in any way possible, painting you in his skin in the most vulnerable way. 

It's then that Kai realizes you both have missed a crucial step. 

"Condom!" He chokes out. "C-condom. We didn't...we didn't..." Kai stutters from the power of his orgasm. It hits him so suddenly, his eyes sting from tears. It's embarrassing to cum so quickly, yet how could he not? You just feel too good.

If you heard Kai, you paid no attention to it. Instead, you help him ride out his high. You can feel his cum bury itself deep inside you, hoping to get you pregnant. He came a lot though, as expected from a virgin. Some of it slips out and drips down onto your bed. Not that you mind - it's kind of cute. 

Your hips slow when Kai's moans settle down. He seems to like you rocking on him gently, milking him for every drop. Kai blinks up at you as a few tears fall, making you clench around him.

"I didn't mean to," he sobs. His hands trails up back to your waist as he cries. "I'm s-sorry. I really didn't-"

You shut him up by leaning down and placing a soft kiss on his lips. His cries muffle, but he soon starts kissing you back. Kai presses you closer to him at your taste, finding solace in your touch. You pull away gently, watching how he chases after your lips blindly.

"There's nothing to be sorry about Hyuka," you console. Your hands trail up and down his chest lovingly. "I wanted you to, I liked it."

"Y-You did?" he sniffs.

Nodding, you tell him, "I did. So you don't have to feel bad. We can take care of it in the morning." Kai nods at you, though his eyes still look unsure. 

You decide that you won't have the opportunity to cum tonight, lifting yourself off him. 

Kai's touch surprises you when he keeps you still on his softening cock. "But...you didn't..." He looks up at you shyly, pressing his cock deeper to get his point across. 

You mewl at the feeling, tensing for a moment. "It's okay. We don't have to, I know you're tired."

Despite his sleepy eyes, Kai shakes his head. "I'm not. Use me. I can still be good for you."

Kai gently thrusts his hips upwards, not as deep but still enough to make a whole new warmth of gush leave your pussy. There's no way in hell you can deny yourself from pleasure any longer. Even if his dick isn't as hard, you can still use him, like he offered.

Kai hisses from how feverishly you begin to bounce on his cock. He's still so sensitive, but your need to cum outweighs the care for his own pain. He needs to see how you cum around his dick. Even if you rub him raw, fuck him for hours on end, the feeling of your cunt dripping with your cum around him is all he can think about.

Tears once again prick his eyes, and your hips rock faster upon seeing them. Kai's length is so hot and slippery in you, you can feel your orgasm approaching you quickly. The warmth in your belly builds, chills covering your body.

Still being the obedient boy he is, Kai doesn't stop fucking up into you. Not even when the tears fall down his cheeks or the moans are tumbling uncontrollably from his lips again. You swear you see his eyes go crossed from the overstimulation, spurring you on further. 

No matter how nice you'll be with Kai, no matter how much love you'll give him, seeing him cry will always be your favorite sight.

The building of heat in your stomach finally bursts, flooding your orgasm on Kai's cock. You twitch and moan when you cum, clenching harshly on Kia's abused dick. Kai rocks his hips against you to ride out your high, mimicking how you did for him.

You steady yourself on his shoulder before collapsing on him chest to chest. Both of you breathe raggedly, sweaty bodies mingling with each other. You both pay no mind, opting to stay still instead. 

Nobody makes a move to pull Kai out of you. Not that you wanted to, it felt rather nice to have him inside. 

Silence falls over you two as you steady your breaths. It's as though the world stopped moving. All you can feel is Kai's embrace as he wraps his arms around you. You snuggle closer to him, planting a brief kiss on his chest.

"How are you feeling?" You ask, lifting your head up to see him.

Kaipeers up at you, looking thoughtful. "I feel...thirsty."

You adjust yourself so that you're supporting yourself on the palm of your hands, preparing to get up. "I can get some water-"

"No. You stay here, I can get it." Kai easily lifts you off his dick, both of you whining at the loss of contact. He sets you beside him and sits up, grabbing his clothes that he hastily puts on. 

He gives you one last look before slipping out of your room. You take this brief time to collect your thoughts, your feelings. 

Or so you try until your phone goes off. You sit up to search for the device on the floor, spotting it near your pants. You crawl off the bed, legs aching from being in one position for so long. Once the phone is in your hand, you climb back in bed and open your notification. 

Yeonjun: i expect my compensation within the next few weeks

You groan, hating yourself for agreeing to his terms. There's no time to think about responding when Kai walks in with two glasses of water and a towel he must've found. 

You shut your phone off and welcome your new lover back in bed. You'll have to worry about your promise to Yeonjun another time.

a/n: and thats a wrap! thank you so much for reading this little series and I hope you enjoyed it! I did *slightly* hint at an epilogue, but we'll see if I actually do it. huge thanks to @then-make-me for editing and revising!! this was defo a chore im sure! thank you so much!

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My evil is — a means of atonement.

…

Elbert: You’re different from us… you shouldn't have come to this place.

Elbert: … Evil doesn't suit you.

A sorrowful prince with unrivalled beauty — Elbert Greetia.

His curse was that of the “Greedy Queen”, and he was a man unsuitable for sin.

…

Elbert: — You don’t have to watch. Having bad memories can easily kill you.

He kept me far away from sins, as if he were fearful of something.

Whenever I felt sad, he would pull me into a gentle embrace, as if trying to share the pain.

…

Kate: If you don’t feel like being alone when you’re sad…

Kate: Please call for me, if you don’t mind.

Elbert: …

Elbert: … Thank you.

I found myself captivated by his extraordinary amount of kindness, and the occasional fleeting smile I would catch on his face…

(I never want to see his sad face. I want him to smile more often.)

I had unknowingly started wishing for that.

And yet — I didn't realise it.

…

Kate: Of all of the things in this room, which ones are precious to you?

Elbert: There’s… nothing here that’s significantly precious to me.

He collected all things he thought were beautiful and put them away in his bedroom.

How deep, dark, and heavy was the sorrow he was filled with?

…

Alfons: Those meaningless acts of atonement are tormenting El, but they save him at the same time.

Alfons: If you don’t want to end up breaking him, I suggest you don't try to take them away from him.

…

Elbert: Maybe... you're the one I've been searching for.

Elbert: Kate— I want you.

(If I never want to see this sad look on his face ever again, I shouldn’t let myself belong to him.)

The more I tried to break him free from the sins that tie him down and force him to atone for them… the harder it became for me to resist the dark and weighty feelings of obsession I had towards him.

…

Elbert: … I want to kiss you.

Elbert: I want to touch you more… I want to hear your voice, your breathing, and feel the warmth of your body.

Elbert: The more I look at you, the more it hurts. … It’s like a poison that’s spreading through my body.

Elbert: If you belonged to me — this pain would surely disappear.

“The beautiful prince was freed by the power of true love from the shackles of the evil spell, and lived happily ever after.”

I dreamt of such a happy fairytale ending.

— But I knew that it was not that easy for his wounds to heal.

…

(It’s like… Elbert can’t hear my voice.)

Elbert: … It’s unforgivable.

Elbert: … I need to make you mine as soon as possible.

Elbert: Before you belong to someone else.

…

Kate: Sir Elbert, please… stop.

Elbert: … Now I understand why I thought you were beautiful.

Elbert: It’s because you're… what I stole.

Hurting and being hurt — it was a kind of love that felt like you were drowning in a sea of sorrow.

(Despite that, I still want to stay by your side.)

I want to be happy while with you — even if it means I’ll be in the dark at the very bottom of the water.

…

Elbert: I want to forever long for you, struggle for you, suffer for you, and die for you.

Elbert: … That’s my kind of happiness.

We were trapped by the most “beautiful” love in the world — at the bottom of the sea of sorrow.

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just want to preface that i am overcome with horny thots abt seb getting his teeth checked out, fingers getting all over that lil snaggletooth he has, pulling out his plump lip that seb likes to bite when he's self-conscious abt them... just wanna shove some digits in there, keep his mouth open and drooling y'know? 🥵

[Link] to a gif of a guy standing there, having his teeth/gums examined by someone else. You can't see the other person, just their hand and forearm coming into the gif.

I 👏🏻 love 👏🏻 this 👏🏻 idea 👏🏻

Suddenly, I am struck with an AU idea... Chris' dad is a dentist, yeah? Sebastian has an oral fixation, yes? Sebastian's had his teeth fixed... you see where I'm going with this, huh?

I'm not taking requests right now, but I couldn't help myself... 👀

Sebastian moves to a new area, his old dentist retires, his usual denist doesn't specialize in teeth aesthetics (straightening, whitening, etc.), or whatever you want to imagine happens happens. But, either way, Sebastian is in need of a new dentist. So. Enter Chris Evans.

Dentist Chris Evans.

The most fucking handsome man Sebastian has ever fucking seen. Let alone the most handsome dentist he's ever laid eyes on. It makes Sebastian's appointment the best, worst experience of his life. The dental hygienist was lovely, lively, and happy; talking to him as if their hands weren't in his mouth and he could actually respond. The usual in a positive way. But this...

This man standing in front of him is not the usual.

He knocks on the separating wall between this little dental area and the next, asking the hygienist, "you ready for me?"

They hum, "yup, just one second," finishing up.

And Sebastian gets exactly half a second to panic before the dentist--Chris, the hottest man he's ever seen in his life--sits down on the stool the hygienist was just sitting in. Close enough to touch. Jesus. He's gonna touch him.

God.

Not like that.

But--

In his dreams.

Sebastian tries to hide his shiver, je can't entirely. But, either way, if he notices or not, Chris is just as friendly and lively, maybe even more so, introducing himself as "Chris" rather than "Mr. Evans" or "doctor of dentistry Evans" or anything reasonable. Just his first name. It's a good name. He's so fucking handsome that Sebastian is happy he can't gurgle out any sort of response, as excused by his hands in his mouth.

His... very, very large hands.

Thick fingers.

Long fingers.

Wide palms.

Biiiig hands.

Big but gentle as he examines his mouth and the hygienist's work.

Sebastian can't open his mouth wide enough, and Chris' hands are too large for his tongue not to rest against some part of his hand as the exam stretches on. Sebastian feels strangely embarrassed about it. He doesn't want to--

He does want to lick his hand.

But he shouldn't be!

It's harassment!

He shouldn't be licking his new fucking dentist's hands!

Sebastian is shaken out of his gay panic by Chris' equally handsome voice, "you bite your lips a lot?" He searches through the little tray of tools at his side. Rustling around.

"Uh," Sebastian flounders, "yes? How did you--should I, should I not? Am I being," he coughs, "doing. Am I doing something b--" Seb cuts himself off before he says 'bad.' He. No. He doesn't need to think about being bad or good right now. Not right now when he's on his back, and he couldn't possibly hide--

No.

Especially not in these pants.

Shit.

"Your lips are very red," Chris explains, shrugging one shoulder and finally selecting another little tool.

"Oh." Sebastian swears he sees the dentist's blue eyes dark down to his lips, getting stuck there, and swallowing thickly. Seb has to restrain from biting his bottom lip again now. "Okay?"

"Try not to," Chris teases, drumming his fingers against his shoulder. Friendly. "You wouldn't wanna hurt yourself."

Sebastian feels himself flush hot. He's being friendly. It's endearing. This is a good, happy atmosphere. Any undertone in his smooth, deep voice is a projection from Sebastian.

This is his job.

This is his job, Sebastian reminds himself. His propensity for handsome men, big and tall, and their commanding voices and imposing looks and slipping their fingers (and other things) in his mouth should not be brought into this place of professionalism.

Fuck.

"Open for me?" Chris interrupts his thoughts again. Good fucking thing.

Thoughtlessly, Sebastian obeys.

"Hm..." Chris' eyebrows pull together behind the frames of his glasses, "a little wider." He waits for Sebastian to obey listen. "Good. Thank you."

Sebastian burns hotter.

He closes his eyes for a blink but ends up someonewhere else. He's not laid back on a dentist's chair. He's laid back on a bed with his head hanging off the edge of the mattress, mouth open for inspecting, possessive fingers testing his gag reflex and admiring his pink, wet tongue and the velvet-soft insides of his cheeks before sliding his cock in. In his mouth. Down his throat. Choking him. Making him cry.

Fuck.

Sebastian tries to swallow the excess saliva suddenly pooling in his mouth with his mouth wide open, Chris' hand still in his mouth. He chokes. Chris backs off and pats his shoulder, dimly telling him to take his time and apologizing while Seb turns redder and redder and boils alive in his heated embarrassment.

Once his coughing fit is over from his actual drool going down the wrong pipe, Chris tells him, "you have really nice teeth, by the way. Can I ask why you're here interested in straightening. That was it, right? Sorry, I only briefly got to look over your chart."

"Uh, it's okay. Th-thanks," Sebastian is apparently not going to stop blushing any time soon. "They're crooked, though."

Chris shrugs, "nothing wrong with crooked teeth unless they're causing you pain." He looks around conspiratorial, when he finds that the dentail hygienist has made themself scarce, he whispers, "I'm not supposed to say it, but I happen to think crooked teeth are cute."

Is--

Is he being hit on?

Sebastian nearly squeaks as he says, "really!?"

"Yeah," Chris offers easily, "they've got character."

They look at each other for a moment. Sebastian is... captivated. He's so goddamn attractive.

"Yours aren't hurting you, right?"

He totally is hitting on him. He has to be! Yours as in your cute crooked teeth! Right!?

"No?" Sebastian should know he's not hurting because of his teeth, but he can't help but cower wonderfully under his authority. So, it comes out as a question.

"That's great!" Chris says, "oo, what's the story then?"

"I, uh," Seb stutters, "I'm on camera a lot."

Chris raises an eyebrow, a mischievous look in his eyes, "camera, huh?"

Sebastian covers his face with his hand, he's blushing so hard that he's melting in this fucking dentist chair. This is how he dies. "I'm an actor," he clarifies. Or. No. That makes it worse. "Not that kind of actor," he says in a rush.

Chris laughs with him, pleasant. "Well," he shrugs, "you never know with the characters we get around here."

There's an undertone with how his gaze lingers on Sebastian... like maybe Chris thinks he has the looks of someone who's on camera in that way. That kind of actor. A porn actor. Sebastian is flustered but not really because flustered is an understatement.

"So," Chris goes back to his examination, "actor, huh?" Sebastian struggles to make any sort of affirmative sound. He's struggling to breathe. He's struggling not to take the familiar sensations of fingers in his mouth and suck. Chris is so handsome, and he keeps touching him. Right now, he's dragging his fingertips over Sebastian's gums under his top lip, "I assume you'll be interested in whiting, too? Not that you need it."

Sebastian barely nods.

"Actor..." Chris murmurs to himself, "I'd ask you what I've maybe seen you in, but I don't think I've seen you in anything. I don't want a ton of TV or movies and--"

Sebastian must imagine the feeling because he, he swears he can feel Chris stroke his index finger down the inside of his cheek.

Oh, God.

"I would've remembered a face like yours."

Oh. God.

Sebastian is absolutely hallucinating sensations. Chris did not--he did not press two fingers down in the flat of his tongue.

Unless--

Sebastian makes a mortifying, mortifying sound. A little whimper.

"I think..." Chris pulls his fingers from his mouth, a string of saliva connecting Sebastian to the blue latex over his thick fingers. He removes them with a sharp snap, snap, exposing his veined, wide hands with just the appropriate amount of hair. How is there an appropriate amount of body hair?

What?

"I think the plan for you will be to come back in and see my colleague so he can set you up with invisalign and a few whiting sessions. Nothing major."

"Y-your colleague?" Sebastian stutters, he should sit up, but he's not--

He feels like he's spinning. He's maybe, maybe not hallucinating being hit on. So--

"Yeah. I," is it his imagination, or is Chris blushing? "I would rather not see you professionally again--"

Professionally?

"--Because, and I'm sorry if this is presumptuous, but I would rather see you somewhere more casual, maybe a coffee shop? Maybe dinner?"

"Um," Sebastian thought he was blushing before, it doesn't hold a candle to whatever the fuck redness must be staining his cheeks now, "anything?"

Chris grins, wide, "perfect."

Sebastian can't help but match his dopey expression.

So, Sebastian goes home with the number of very, very attractive dentist and a place and time for their first date. However, he so doesn't go home and fist himself desperately, on his knees, next to his bed like he's praying before he goes to bed, mouth wide open, moaning, imagining Chris' touch slipping between his lips, fingers warm and slick but much less gentle and definitely not covering with the thin, thin barrier of latex. Seb doesn't want anything between them.

Seb wants to taste Chris on his tongue. He wants him to hold his jaw in those big, hands. He wants to know every curve and crease of his hands. He wants to feel him curl his fingers and tug on his teeth. He wants him to stroke the inside of his cheeks. To circle his lips, tugging at them. To press into his gums. To press down on his tongue. To gag him. To choke him. To make him drool. To try to make one of those huge hands fold into a fist inside his mouth, stretching his lips, forcing tears from his eyes, and making him shake with pleasure. He loves having his mouth full. And he has the feeling that Chris' hands are not the only thing that would stretch his lips, make him choke, and open his jaw wiiide.

Guh.

#asks #fandomfluffandfuck #chris evans #sebastian stan #evanstan #rpf #real person fanfiction #sub seb #subastian stan #sub sebastian #gentle dom chris #teeth

[human-psyche]

FORBIDDEN LOVE.

" he would burn the world but wouldn't let a spark touch her... "

characters: sasuke x hinata

genre: romance, angst, action

about: an unlikely bond forms between the kind hyuga hinata and the lone some uchiha sasuke at unexpected times, leading them to more than they could foresee: something that shouldn't happen but which does nonetheless, slowly.

PART I

THE FIRST TIME HINATA meets him outside the village after he left, it's at a motel when she's on a mission, alone.

The night finds her taking up temporary residence in a seedy little, traditional motel just off the coast of the Land of Tea. She doesn't care too much for the place, but it's late and she's exhausted, she has little money and so rents the cheapest room they have.

When she goes to check it, the owner's wife tells her that the only room left is a double room, which would mean that she'd have to share with someone else. Reluctantly, Hinata agrees and is given a key.

As she opens the door to the room, she's taken aback to see that it's already occupied…a lone figure looms there in the dark on his own. A boy, not much older than herself, sitting in a corner of the room cross-legged and with his sword at his side, silent and brooding, seeming lost in his own thoughts and unaware that she's present一 or so does Hinata think. She quietly assesses the situation and stays where she is, not wanting to draw attention to herself because it doesn't take her long to realize who he is: Uchiha Sasuke.

She has heard stories of him, how he's wanted by the Leaf's authorities and how he had become rogue in order to pursue his revenge.

She's certain he doesn't notice her yet and, hoping he would not recognize her in the lack of light inside the room and also given her almost non-existent interactions with him in the past when they were genin, the girl moves as silently as possible to the small bed in the opposite direction. She pleads to herself that he would not identify her or see her as a threat…then Hinata encourages herself to lay down and closes her eyes, trying to block out her fear.

The night goes by and still the boy doesn't move. Hinata begins to relax and eventually drifts off into a peaceful sleep that she can't fight against. She awakes early the next morning only to find the room empty. Where the boy had been sitting there's nothing but a discarded kunai, lodged in the wooden floor.

Hinata picks up the kunai and looks down: she's a tad bewildered to see that he carved something, a phrase. "What kind of person falls asleep in the same room with the enemy."

Suffice to say, she's both surprised and embarrased.

The dark haired female doesn't see him again soon but she would never forget that night at the motel and the unspoken, unexplained bond that developed between the two of them in utter silence…the plain, unadmitted comfort of staying in each other's company without a word or a sound. It had been a fragile, delicate thing一 one that had been shattered in the morning light.

. . .

The second time she meets him, she's assigned a mission to infiltrate a base of corrupt ninja in the Spring village, to steal a top secret document. She's incredibly successful so far, sneaking past guard after guard and making her way torwards her goal.

But as she nears the location of the document, Hinata gets caught off guard by a man who immediately recognizes her as a Leaf shinobi and thus she ends up forced into a fight she's not sure she could ever win…

Suddenly, the doors burst open and the boy she thought to be her enemy by association with Konoha walks in: again, Uchiha Sasuke. He quickly steps in front of her, simply clearing his way of useless burdens, though to her, it's like he's not willing to let the other guy hurt her. The guard gets taken by surprise and before she knows it or even has time to comprehend, he's fallen down to the ground, blood from Sasuke's sword splashing on the wall next to her.

Hinata stares at him in shock. She's convinced he would not spare her if she'd be an obstacle to whatever he's doing at the base coincidentally during her own mission, and yet here he is coming to her rescue. She's more conflicted when he grabs her by the arm and leads her out of the building just as it explodes on its own, never asking why she was there in the first place.

The two don't speak until they're far away from the foreign base and Sasuke finally stops to look at her. But before she can respond and say a "Thank you.", he cuts off any other communication by splitting the scroll with the document using his blade and disappearing with the other half.

That's how Hinata returns with only one half of the intended information and no solution to explain to herself why she continues to hesitate to raport him…

. . .

The third time Hinata meets him, their encounters become more and more complicated, as she witnesses him be wounded somewhere on her route back to Konoha from the Land of Water.

Sasuke feels the rain trickling down his face before he even opens his eyes, his body too weak from loss of blood. He doesn't know how he got there or how such a massive wound has appeared on him, he's too tired to recollect his last actions. But, he knows he has to get out of the storm.

At one distant point, he hears a delicate voice calling out to him. His eyes flutter open to find none other than the same Hyuga girl who's the only one naive enough to get close to somebody like him and not turn him in when this golden opportunity presents itself to her, standing before him with a look of concern and determination. Without asking any questions, she helps him up, and they begin searching for shelter.

Time passes and neither of them speak. They trudge through the forest and eventually find a cave hidden deep in the mountain range. The girl steps in first and makes sure it's safe before letting him in: he can barely hold his own weight and has to lean on her heavily as she guides him into the cave.

The Uchiha stumbles inside, dragging his broken body through the entrance to the cave untill he finally collapses down.

Hinata gasps and quickly runs to his side. Although she has limited medical knowledge and could never compare to Sakura, she's stubborn to help him. The shy girl quickly sets about gathering whatever she can find left useful amongst her essentials that she'd kept with her, hoping to treat his wounds.

"What are you doing." his voice's hoarse from pain, glaring at her as if she's joking with him. It's evident he does not like depending on others and is too prideful to show the extent of the damage.

She wrings her fingers, grasping at how to behave with him so as to not irritate him further. "I-I'm trying to help. You're injured."

"Why would you help me?"

"Why does that matter? N-No one should be suffering like this…I'm just trying to do what's right."

"…That's surprisingly noble of you, Hyuga." Sasuke nearly laughs, except his kind of insulting humour is bland, like he's merely making fun of her in that manner of his which lacks emotion.

Hinata works feverishly, tending to him the best she can. After a good interval of time, the task is complete and once that's over, she makes a fire.

Both of them sit together, eating and watching the storm outside…but Sasuke breaks out in fever due to the pain.

Hinata has some leftover herbs and a small jar of honey in her pack, which she uses with warm water to make a tea. After stirring, she adds a few drops of lavender oil and mixes again as she carries the brew back to the Uchiha. She urges the young man to drink it, promising the tea would make him feel better.

Although somewhat skeptical, he complies and she helps him sip the mixture until it's gone, however, an hour progresses on and no results…

In one of the more daring times of her life, Hinata embraces him in an effort to cool his fever.

As she holds his face in her hands while Sasuke deliriously calls out for his brother, something he would never do should he be awake and not semi-conscious, she brushes the sweat dampened hair from his forehead, finally allowing herself to acknowledge how handsome he is, for the first time; the Hyuga heiress touches his features with a kindness that only a timid but brave girl like herself could muster. His fever doesn’t relent, so she tries this method to alleviate his heat…nevermind that he would probably hurt her or push her away coldly if he were to be lucid given the fact they end up sharing the same blanket and he's so vulnerable in her hold.

. . .

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#uchiha sasuke #hyuga hinata #sasuke x hinata #sasuhina #naruto sasuke #naruto hinata #naruto #naruto shippuden #naruto fanfiction #romance #angst #action

[captainjimothycarter]

I have a modern Peggy/Cap Steve AU with this deleted scene from the Avengers where Steve gets his shield back from the kiddo.

The gentleman in the car is her husband, at the time and while saving them from the invasions, falling debris, the husband dies to protect the boys.

Peggy ends up severly hurt, as does Steve and when all is said and over, he drags himself bleeding and a possible punctured lung, to the hospital.

He denies care for himself, asks to see that family. Only thing he can remember is the horrified look of her as she watched her husband die, the boys, he's unsure if its blissful or not that they were unconscious when their father died to protect them.

It's war, it's an ugly war that he woke up from, just to be involved in one again. War brings causalities and destruction in it's wake and the innocent are the victims.

He's so tired, so fucking tired.

He shouldn't even be allowed back here, but the staff does anyway. Maybe because Steve looks a sight, covered in blood, alien guts, and debris. Or maybe it's Tony or Pepper's doing, he's unsure, he doesn't care.

He stays with them, stays in the room with the boys and their mother. She had to have emergency surgery, the details are lost on him. The boys are fine, kept for observation for an overnight stay.

He knows how terrifying hospitals can be, he's glad that someone worked their magic to get the mother and boys together.

Natasha comes, she gets Steve to shower while they're all sleeping, a normal set of clothes to change into, but leave the shield. It's a comfort object.

He entertains the boys, avoiding the question of their father, because he's not sure if he can be the one to tell them. He learns that this little family is all they had of each other, both sets of grandparents gone, no siblings.

It breaks Steve's heart.

When she awakes, Steve learns her name is Peggy. He talks to her, apologizes over and over, for her husband's death, felt like he could only do so much.

She blames him, because of course she does, she needs to direct her guilt, her anger at someone and he's the only one. He accepts it, lets it pile on the hot, bubbling guilt.

she yells at him until she's sobbing. He touches her hand and she sobs into his shoulder as he holds her unsure of what else to do.

The boys are luckily being entertained by Natasha down in the garden.

As she yells, Steve accepts it quietly. He was protecting her, she was going to be killed. He was too far away, he didn't fully see the destruction until it was too late. He blames himself.

She goes from sobbing to yelling, the boys hear as they return and the oldest of them tells her to stop, that Captain America didn't kill their daddy, the bad aliens did. Captain America saved her, saved them.

It's an ugly process, watching them all grieve over a lost father, a husband, a friend. Steve can relate, having to watch his mother die but she lost her life to an ugly disease in the hospital. It wasn't the same as this husband dying by the hands of aliens, of an invasion, a war.

He's there as they discharge, Peggy needing extra help and everyone told to take it easy. She hates him, understandably. She doesn't want him there but she accepts the help.

As he goes to leave, later that night, boys tucked in, place cleaned up, she asks him to stay and while she hates him, blames him for the death of her husband, she can't be alone. The silence of the house is too much.

Steve agrees and sits on the couch, polite and tucked into himself, so he wouldn't take up much room. He'd do anything to help this family, to help their grief, their pain.

The next morning, Steve woke up to the youngest boy crawling into his lap as he slept on the couch, cuddling up to his chest and nodding back off. He smiled at the warmth, the sight.

Peggy is in the doorway to the kitchen, a hand over her mouth as tears glisten in her eyes. "He used to sleep like that with his father... Only way we could get him to sleep as a baby."

"I'm not trying to replace him," Steve says at once, still cradling the boy's head. "I just...don't want you to be alone, if you don't want to be."

"No, you're not," Peggy agrees, still watching her youngest son suckling on his thumb. "But you're an unfortunate comforting presence."

#steggy #StevePeggy #Steve x Peggy #Avengers #Steve Rogers #Peggy Carter #Steggy Prompt #I could go on and on

[obiwanobi]

Clem, I have a feeling that this show is going to rip me apart… I can’t wait, it’s going to be amazing !

So can we have a very soft moment with Anakin and Obi-Wan in a universe where they are happy (canon who?) or maybe SSK/ Jedi but ennemies where we have a vulnerable Obi-Wan (my✨favorite✨) like he has a nightmare or have very bad day and the only thing that keeps him grounded is to trace Anakan’s face’s features with the tip of his fingers and Ani leans into his touch 🥺🥺🥺

I chose to write 2.4k of an AU close in time to the Kenobi series, the slightly-too-early-clone-wars AU, where Order 66 happened when Anakin was 19 and still a padawan who fled the Temple and joined the Rebellion to be found by sad and resigned Obi-Wan 10 years later. Just enough hurt/comfort to handle the Kenobi series!

Sometimes, for a second, Obi-Wan forgets.

It doesn't happen often, but a moment of crossfire, orders given to people who will have to risk their lives in the next second or alerts of an imminent threat, and Obi-Wan is back in the clone wars.

And it almost feels good.

Then, at least, Obi-Wan had the Force to rely on.

At least Obi-Wan had the Order.

At least Obi-Wan had his family.

Obi-Wan shakes his head, focusing on his ship's console and entering his access code to let the Rebel base know he's approaching.

And not to expect the two pilots he left with.

His first Rebel mission, and already two faces he won't see again. His console beeps, authorizing his landing, and Obi-Wan braces for the grim face of Sato, asking for details. To know what to tell the families.

His mission's debriefing lasts longer than he would have wanted. He makes sure his voice stays levelled and neutral. He probably sounds too detached, with his arms crossed and his unwavering voice going through the ambush and the clinical description of his companions falling in front of him.

He can see it in Sato's eyes. His apathy doesn't bother him per se, but it doesn't make him like Obi-Wan more.

Obi-Wan prefers it this way.

The Rebels are good, reliable and trustworthy people, but there is nothing that links them to Obi-Wan. No constant flow of power from one soul to another forming an intricate crisscrossing pattern through the universe. No shared feelings and impressions of elation, sadness and joy, and the certainty of never being truly alone.

A connection is there, certainly, created by shared principles and the conviction that bringing justice and equity to the galaxy is possible.

But the silence in the Force resonates louder than the thousands of Jedi's voices used to.

Focus on the present, he used to tell Anakin. There is a time to reflect on the past, but there is no point in dwelling on it constantly. 

Anakin.

Anakin might still be awake.

His steps grow just a bit faster.

In the silence of the hallway —it is the middle of the night after all— the noise of his boots on the floor seems to echo in a disproportionated way.

He only stops in the communal refreshers for a few minutes, taking the fastest sonic shower of his life and diverting his attention elsewhere when his eyes wander towards the mirror, before hurrying towards his quarters.

Disappointment floods him too fast for him to contain when he finds his tiny couch empty, a ratty old blanket haphazardly thrown on it as the only evidence of someone's else presence.

Obi-Wan can feel his shoulders sag, sighing before even thinking about it. The pain in his left arm from a rough kick that he shouldn't have missed seems sharper. The day finally takes its toll on him, and making his way to his bedroom feels like an insurmountable ordeal.

He drags his feet, bones aching in too many places to forget that he's been doing this for too long now. How many years of wars and fights and deaths and losses can a body endure before giving up?

The question runs through his mind while he sits on his untidy bed, getting out of his heavy boots with difficulty, and it's only when he makes to lie down that he realises that he isn't alone.

Anakin has always been a heavy sleeper. 

Obi-Wan has found his padawan so many times half-lying on a crate, a bench or Obi-Wan's shoulder, in positions ridiculous enough that it would have reduced his own neck to throbbing pain for days.

Ten years later and the habit hasn't changed; Anakin is sprawled in a tangle of limbs and sheets, hair spread on Obi-Wan's pillow and drooling on his own biceps.

He shouldn't look so boyish, so innocent, now that he's almost in his thirties. But Obi-Wan suspects that he will always keep a certain childish eagerness to his features.

It is the loveliest sight Obi-Wan has ever seen.

It's a strange joy, the one that seizes him every time he sees Anakin.

A confused state of relief, nostalgia, and a bit of sadness too, but so much love that he barely knows what to do with it.

It is as if his mind still can't comprehend that he gets to have this, have Anakin back, that he didn't imagine the past month, finding his padawan after a decade of getting himself used to the idea that he was truly and irrevocably dead. That leaving him behind at the Temple to chase Grievous on Utapau, nineteen and angry and indignant, didn't sign his death warrant.

That the Order might be gone forever, leaving him asking if his home will only live in his memory now, but at least Anakin survived.

Knowing that he is alive would have been enough for him. But having him at his side makes the longing bearable. 

Even something as simple as watching him sleep softens his heart and appeases his mind with an easiness that almost worries him sometimes.

"Are you going to spend the night watching me? You're getting creepier in your old age, master," Anakin grumbles, eyes still closed.

Obi-Wan is surprised by his own quiet but fond chuckle.

At the sound, Anakin opens one eye, rubbing the back of his hand over his mouth before smiling contently, as if this was the result he was hoping for.

Obi-Wan lies down, propping himself up on his elbow to face him. "What are you doing in my bed?"

"You took too long to come back. Couch's too small and I was tired."

It isn't the first time Anakin has found his way into Obi-Wan's bed since their reunion.

He jokes about it often, finds flimsy excuses and protests that crossing the hallway that separates their quarters to get to his own bed is an inhuman feat and Obi-Wan would be cruel to ask this of him.

Obi-Wan probably shouldn't let him get away with it so easily.

After all, even if he never finished his training, Anakin was his padawan. And Anakin still calls him his master.

The title doesn't ring the same though. It's lacking the defiance of his teenagehood or the respectful distance the name is supposed to create between them.

It almost sounds like a pet name now.

It's one of the many things that feel like Anakin, his padawan Anakin, just slightly different.

"So needy," Obi-Wan chides teasingly. He masterfully ignores the calculating look Anakin sends him before slowly settling himself closer, bed shifting around them.

"Got years of neediness to catch up on. I'm going to be unbearable, you know that."

Anakin would have been ashamed by his own need, once upon a time. Would have looked away from his master, eyes low and fists hidden under his robe, locking the words he truly wanted to say deep in himself so Obi-Wan would have never been able to extract what he was thinking about and what he desired from him. Being put on display would have been the most terrible of humiliation for him.

These days, Anakin is utterly shameless when expressing what he wants.

"I am resigned to my fate, I suppose," Obi-Wan murmurs, too gentle. Too happy about the prospect of keeping Anakin close for just a bit longer.

Anakin takes the time to nuzzle in his —Obi-Wan's— pillow lazily. His smell will linger here for some time.

His face is completely hidden under the mess of golden brown hair now, and without his eyes on him, the temptation is too strong for Obi-Wan to resist the urge to run his hand through it.

Anakin groans, shoulder visibly relaxing. Obi-Wan pushes his fingers more deeply through his curls, stroking his scalp and letting his hand falls to his nape to run his fingernails against the warm skin there.

Anakin would purr if he could.

It's almost as soothing to him as it is to Obi-Wan.

They have been way more tactile than they used to be, since their reunion. It probably has to do with the weakness of their bond in the Force, a way to compensate for the loss of years spent sharing their thoughts and feelings through such an easy and natural connection.

Anakin turns his head towards Obi-Wan again suddenly. "You look..." He wants to say old. "...Tired. It didn't go well, hm?"

Using the Force... Using the Force isn't easy and natural, not anymore. Not to Obi-Wan. Years on the run have taught him to only rely on the Force as a last resort, and he's afraid that the void it created in him will never be filled again.

But he can still feel it. He can still make the effort to open himself to it, just a bit, just to feel the tentative bond reforming between them. A frail and delicate thread between their signatures, frayed and new at the same time.

Anakin, though, Anakin is still the brightest star in the galaxy, a red-hot intensity burning in the Force with such brilliance that it can never let any part of Obi-Wan in the shadow for too long.

There is no doubt he felt Obi-Wan's lingering sorrow the second he had a foot on the ground.

But it's almost recomforting, to have someone who can feel Obi-Wan, who doesn't need him to say anything to know.

It reminds him of home. 

"Can I do anything?" Anakin asks, after Obi-Wan struggles with the simple act of opening his mouth to reply.

It's his sweetness that always renders Obi-Wan too tender. It's his eagerness to help that fills Obi-Wan's tired lungs with hope and comfort.

"This helps," Obi-Wan finally whispers, fingers brushing over his neck, his cheek, his eyes. "You help. I'm glad you're here, Anakin. I—"

He swallows with difficulty.

"I'm glad you're here too." Anakin turns his cheek into his hand, graciously saving Obi-Wan from an embarrassing declaration he wouldn't have been able to put into words anyway. "Being without you, it has been... Difficult. Lonely. I missed you. I miss the Order, the others, even the Council. I almost miss them telling me what to do," he chuckles darkly. "But you... You, I wasn't sure I could live without. I'm not sure I wouldn't have gone completely crazy after a while."

"You did well. More than that, even. You were alright for ten years."

Anakin snorts. "Barely. You can't even imagine the number of times Sato said I was flying like I had a death wish."

Anakin's voice is light and carefree, but his words make Obi-Wan's brows furrow. 

"The next mission, we should... We should go together."

It isn't wise for two Jedi to be paired together, Sato has said. They're too valuable, would be too much to lose if they both end up dead.

Or worse, captured by the Empire.

While Obi-Wan has agreed with the logic, it hasn't stopped the selfish part of him to want to protest.

Anakin blinks quickly for a second before his face brightens and Obi-Wan almost turns his head away from such radiance, here and in the Force.

"Yes!" He beams, reaching blindly for Obi-Wan's night tunic and pulling, making Obi-Wan awkwardly aware of how little distance there is between them. "Absolutely! Kriff the others, I've worked here for long enough to get the partner I want! Alright, so tomorrow morning, once I've shaved you, we go to Sato and—"

"Once you've shaved me?" Obi-Wan interrupts.

"Well not completely, but come on, master. We both know a clean and well-trimmed beard suits you way better than whatever has been growing on your face. I thought that you would do something about it already, but clearly..." It's Anakin's turn to run his fingertips along his jaw, stroking the tangle of auburn and grey hair there. Obi-Wan barely catches the flash of mischievousness in his eyes before his beard is being tugged on playfully. "...I need to take matters into my own hands."

Obi-Wan snorts, batting Anakin's hand away.

He hasn't cared about how he looks in so long, hasn't found any interest in his reflection and the lines on his face for years. No need to confirm that the meticulous and proper Jedi master he was is truly gone.

But perhaps, with someone else, with Anakin— 

His thoughts get derailed when Anakin's hand comes to touch his face once again, dragging his knuckles against his temple and through his hair, and Obi-Wan can only hold his breath, not daring to do anything that would make Anakin stop.

Anakin speaks as if he's just thinking out loud, the rhythmic movement of his hand lulling Obi-Wan toward a peacefulness he rarely achieves these days. "The hair I like, but we're getting rid of the rest."

We.

Them. Together.

It shouldn't be so easy to let his shield and guard down, shaken to the core by a few casual words.

Obi-Wan barely notices that he's letting his head falls, boneless that he is under Anakin's soothing hand, and it's only when his forehead presses against Anakin's shoulder and his hand closes securely around Anakin's hip that he realises that they unintentionally settled in a tight embrace, curled against each other.

Dread and a strange feeling of shame that he isn't feeling very remorseful fill him when he realises what he's done, and that Anakin's hand has stopped moving.

He shouldn't have done that.

He's ready to pull himself away and apologise, mortified, when he feels Anakin suddenly burying his face in his hair, a noise of approval lost there that sounds like 'definitely keeping the hair'. Only when Anakin's arms close around his shoulders and stay there does Obi-Wan allow himself to relax again.

"So you're my official barber now?" He says, trying to distract his mind from the affection that threatens to overwhelm him.

"Your beard looked like a womprat's nest the last time I left you by yourself," Anakin grumbles, words half-muffled. "Clearly you need me to take care of it for you."

"Oh, clearly."

"Glad we agree."

Obi-Wan smiles against Anakin's warm skin, brushing the incriminating beard against him and squeezing his hip teasingly.

But Anakin only hums gently, already drifting away again. Safe and untroubled.

"I'm glad too," Obi-Wan whispers to himself.

Sometimes, for a second, Obi-Wan forgets.

When Anakin is pressed against him, alive and warm and contented, talking about what they will do together the next day, Obi-Wan lets himself close his eyes and feels like there is still some good in the galaxy.

#and there was only one b-- well no there were multiple beds but anakin said 'nah' #it's going to take obi-wan months to realise that anakin moved into his quarters #(@allthetimeclueless I hope you like it! you're always such a sweetheart and send me amazing prompts 💕) #obikin #fic i did write #I should probably find a tag for this AU now

[dragondemoness]

Kyoko catching gn reader trying to conduct an elaborate plan to unalive themself but then kyoko gets a little mad at reader and then comforts them about it (killing game au)

I can't really imagine Kyoko getting mad about that, so I tried my best with that part

Warnings: Mentions of suicide, implied attempted suicide

Kyoko Kirigiri with a Reader Who Tries To Commit Suicide During the Killing Game

It was late at night, 10 minutes before the nighttime announcement

You had been struggling a lot lately

You weren't sure what it was, but you didn't want to deal with the stress of the killing game anymore

And you had a plan to take yourself out

Which is how you found yourself in the chem lab on the fourth floor

You inspected the poisons closely, and picked one out

You picked up the bottle and stared at it, contemplating what you were about to do

"What are you doing?"

You jumped when you heard the familiar voice

You turned to see Kyoko standing in the doorway

"Oh! Kyoko. I-I was just-"

"You were going to take the poison and use it, weren't you?"

Knowing there was no way to lie to her, you nodded

Kyoko's eyes narrowed with irritation

"I can't believe this, (Name). Wanting to leave us... You have no reason to do this."

With a frustration of your own, you approached Kyoko and looked her in the eyes

"I wouldn't expect you to understand, Kyoko. After all, you don't even have feelings. How could you possibly understand someone else's?"

You pushed past her and took off into a run, and headed back to your room as fast as possible

You heard Kyoko behind you, but you didn't slow down

You soon found your way back to your room and locked the door behind you

You opened the bottle and drank it down

And soon, everything went black as you heard banging on the door

You woke up laying in your bed, and you saw Kyoko sitting in a chair next to your bed.

You sat up, and Kyoko held out a water bottle.

"Here. Drink all of it."

You took it from her and drank half of it down. You looked back up at her and she was looking away from you.

You figured she was hurt from what you said earlier, and started to feel bad.

"Hey, Kyoko..."

She turned to you with a look on her face you've never seen before.

Was it... Guilt?

"(Name), I want to apologize. I have no idea what you're going through, and I shouldn't have dismissed you like that. I was concerned, and I went about it the wrong way. So... I'm sorry."

"Thanks. I'm sorry too. For saying you don't have feelings. I know that's not true. I was just frustrated."

Kyoko nodded. "I understand."

Kyoko sat on the bed beside you and wrapped her arms around you and pulled you close. You stiffened, not expecting this from her, but then leaned into her touch.

"You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to. But I want you to know that we all care about you. And I do, too."

You felt tears in your eyes as you hugged her back and buried your face in your shoulder.

You weren't expecting to be consoled by Kyoko, of all people. But you certainly weren't complaining.

You sat like this for a moment before you let out a yawn.

Kyoko noticed this and pulled away to look at you.

"Looks like you're getting tired. It would be a good idea for us to get some sleep.

You gave her a surprised look.

"You're staying?"

She turned to look at you. "I'm not sure it's a good idea to leave you alone while you're hurting. Besides, I have a feeling you don't want to be alone right now."

She gave you a knowing smile, and you blushed, knowing that she was right. After turning off the light, Kyoko climbed into bed beside you.

She wrapped her arms around you and pulled you close to her while you snuggled into her chest and wrapped your arms around her waist.

Kyoko began to run her fingers through your hair, and you felt your eyes grow heavier. And soon, you were asleep.

But Kyoko wasn't, and right before she drifted off, she whispered something into your ear.

"I know things are hard right now. I know this situation is terrifying. But I promise you, we will all escape together. Please don't leave before we make it there."

And with those final words, Kyoko drifted off.

#danganronpa #danganronpa x reader #danganronpa trigger happy havoc #kyoko kirigiri x reader

[fictional-love-is-my-life]

Can I get Bay hotrod and Bumblebee's reaction to their s/o taking a big hit for them on the battlefield by pushing them out of harms way, but they get injured in the process? Not dead, just maybe knocked unconscious?

Writing this as the S/O being a Cybertronian.

Warnings: Mentions of injury, fear of death, mention of blood/energon.

~~~~

Hot Rod:

He was distracted, trying to focus on protecting Vivian. He had his time slower in his hand, but he was too busy watching the human female, not watching anything else around him.

That was a rookie mistake. He had done this so many times, he knew he should always be aware of his surroundings, especially behind him. He should be aware that attacks could come from behind. But he faltered.

He felt the push, then heard the blast. His head whipping around to see his S/O laying still on the floor.

"NO!" He yelled. Vivian forgotten. Decepticons, the other Autobots and the fight all ignored. He rushed to his S/O's side. He very gently examined their frame, rolling them over and checking for injuries.

They were hurt, energon leaking out. But he could still feel their sparkbeat. Thank Primus they were alive.

He cradled them, begging them to wake up. He should have been paying more attention, he should have focused on where his S/O was. He could have stopped this from ever happening. If he wasn't distracted he could have kept them safe.

He knew he would never be able to forgive himself if something worse had happened to them.

One of the other Autobots called out for him. But he ignored them. He was not going to leave his S/O, he was not going to let them possibly get even more hurt.

He wanted to move them to safety. But he was terrified moving them would cause more harm. So he stayed by their side, gently brushing their faceplate. He spoke softly, trying to wake them.

Bumblebee:

He was in an active fight with a Decepticon, and he was holding his own. But the con was much bigger and stronger than he was. He tried his best, but the con was taking a lot out of him.

He was taking a small break, stepping back to gain some more energy. But as he stepped back the con got their canon ready. Bumblebee wanted to step out the way, but knew he wouldn't be able to make it in time. He braced himself, ready for the hit.

Then he felt the shove, getting knocked to the floor. He watched the blast hit his S/O in the side. From the floor he used his own gun, firing multiple times on the Decepticon.

Once the con was taken care of Bee quickly rushed to his S/O's side. He was cautious, not wanting to touch them in case he hurt them. He was unsure what to do, but decided to try to roll them over. He was slow and gentle, putting them onto their back.

He was full of fear. Begging Primus that they were alive.

He checked over their side. It was bad, but he knew they would survive it.

His S/O had told him before the fight to be careful. They begged him not to take on someone he couldn't handle. Bee was known for jumping into battle, he was strong and powerful but he has gone into fights thinking he could win but he couldn't. He had promised to be careful, to not fight someone too big for him. But he failed.

He should have ran from the con. He should have found his S/O and they could have taken the con together. He shouldn't have challenged them alone. But he did, and his S/O got hurt because of it.

They got hurt, saving him. When it could have never happened. This was his fault.

He picked his S/O up and ran, taking them far from the battle. He ignored everything, he was going to do whatever it took to take them to safety. He begged them to wake up. He needed them, he couldn't live without them.

Once he got to safety he placed them down. He began to list of promises. Saying he would do whatever they wanted, promising he'll treat them to anything, he'll never fight again as long as they just wake up.

#ask #transformers bayverse #transformers #Hot Rod #Bumblebee #death

[yanderes-galore]

I request for yandere samus (id honestly let her kidnap me ngl)

Lmao, sure-

Yandere! Samus Aran Concept

(Metroid Series)

Pairing: Romantic/Platonic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Kidnapping, Manipulation, Forced relationship, Murder mention, Overprotective behavior, Forced relationship, Past character death, PTSD if you squint.

- Samus is an interesting character to tackle.

- The woman has spent her life traveling space and saving the universe multiple times.

- She isn't very experienced in human contact, not talking much or having any idea of how to interact with other people of her kind due to being alone for so long.

- Samus would be Protective, Obsessive, Controlling, and Manipulative once she finds someone she feels she can really connect with.

- She's been through many missions, meeting you could be in so many ways.

- No matter how you meet she most likely invites you onto her ship for company.

- Little did you know, once you got on that ship, your life would change.

- Most likely for the worse.

- Samus is notably awkward when trying to communicate with you.

- You rarely see the bounty hunter out of her armor, only really seeing her gaze through the green tinted visor.

- She's always intense when it comes to you.

- Often staring and attempting to speak before hesitating.

- She does speak she just prefers not to.

- Some days you'll only ever get nods or her shaking her head to your words.

- Samus is nice to be around, but her behavior can be suffocating.

- You barely get to leave the Gunship she has when she's on missions, worried you'll be put in danger.

- If someone else is in the Gunship with you and her, she keeps a close eye on them.

- One wrong move and they'll have an arm cannon in their face.

- Samus is protective for the most part because she's been alone most of her life.

- Ridley had killed her family, now she's drifting through space taking mission after mission to get by.

- Speaking of which, Samus would just about have a heart attack if Ridley found you.

- She'd rather die than have that beast touch a hair on your head.

- Same goes for anyone else.

- If anyone hurts you, Samus will find a way to swiftly end them.

- She doesn't care who they are, they'll be gone by the time she finds them.

- Samus is obsessive because of the same reason she's protective.

- The lack of human contact can really affect the bounty hunter.

- Coupled with the near death experiences she keeps having every mission, she grows to find comfort in you when she sees you.

- Nothing's taking you away from her.

- Not even you yourself.

- This makes Samus controlling.

- She refuses to let you leave, ever.

- Need fresh air? She needs to be with you on the planet.

- Want to talk to others? Why? There's no one else but her....

- What about asking her to back off from you and allow you to breathe?

- No can do!

- You bring the bounty hunter comfort.

- If she has to force you in her arms then she sees no reason on why she shouldn't.

- Samus is strong and manipulative.

- Once she knows she has feelings for you, you're in trouble.

- You get to see her out of her armor a lot more... she's also unusually soft compared to her usual stoic behavior.

- Those blue eyes stare you down as she lightly touches your face.

- She isn't sure how to approach these feelings... but she knows you're the cause of them.

- She doesn't care that she kidnapped you.

- She also doesn't care if she comes off forceful.

- Samus is tired of being alone in this galaxy...

- Now that she has you, willingly or not, she feels much happier.

#yandere metroid #yandere samus aran

[rabbithub]

Control (Pact!AU, 9/???)

(In this week's episode of "Summoning Demons Dos and Don'ts": Doppio and Diavolo bond over grief sharing, and of course, digging a grave outside of town to bury a dead body.

So, surprise 3 day weekend. I also realized I could have used my phone to crossposting on my phone, but maybe I can use the laptop to multitask as well, and will try to do that from now on (I am aware that I was slow to realize that. Oh well, live and learn, yeah?)

Doppio did expect a lecture about getting hurt, but it was mostly gentle, punctuated with soft touches. As it turned out, Diavolo had woken up to Doppio not being at the house and spent some time reflecting on his own before the burglar even broke in. "I didn't expect such a strong reaction, but I didn't want to-"

"Before you try to start with any 'feelings are weakness' type shit, you shouldn't feel ashamed of feeling." Doppio states as he interrupted Diavolo, wincing as his back was tended to; while the wounds he made from ripping out two of his spines were somewhat raw and leaking clear fluid instead of blood, they exposed muscle and were tender and sensitive. "You really can't hold this stuff in, you know?"

Diavolo blushes. Doppio had a good point- suppressing all of these confusing emotions was not good for him. "I suppose you're right." He mumbles, pressing a gauze pad damp with antiseptic to one of the wounds, making Doppio hiss. "It's still somewhat complicated to hear such news to me- I haven't seen her in years, but didn't think she'd remember me, let alone look for me."

"It sounded like she was a keeper." Doppio muses, trying to not rub salt in the metaphorical wound. "Many people would kill to have a partner like that, really."

Diavolo lets a sad 'mmmph' out, pressing a clean gauze pad to the clean wound before affixing it with tape. "She said she liked beautiful things- not sure what beauty she saw in me..." He sighed.

"Don't really discount yourself." Doppio said thoughtfully. "She loved you, you know- she must have saw you as beautiful if she stuck with you at the time."

"You're right- I may have spoiled her rotten during our time together as well..."

"See? That's not bad at all!" Doppio chirps, wagging his tail slightly. "That could be another reason why she loved you!"

Diavolo blushes; he wasn't sure why he was discussing his past so willingly with a demon, but given his circumstances, he trusted Doppio regardless. He carefully treated the second wound and bandaged it, not sure what else to talk about. "These spines... Does it hurt when you take them out?" He asks.

"Yeah, it does- but if I needed run from something, I would deal with it." Doppio shrugs, turning to face Diavolo. "They usual grow back in weeks, anyhow." Doppio does remember something, adding; "That guy might be stuck for a while, by the way."

Diavolo nods; the burglar was still on the floor of the living room. "We'll deal with him in a bit." He states, although there something he was something he was curious about...

"You had a family too, yes?" Diavolo asks.

Doppio's ears droop slightly. "Not really a family- just... sort of a group?" he explained. "I mean, I had a mother, but she was the only one related by blood to me."

Diavolo nods, showing that he was listening. "We just sort of lost members left and right; there was always some attack or sickness causing someone to die." Doppio continues, holding his tail to soothe himself. "I had started to learn magic to try to help, but there was so much I could help with."

Doppio paused slightly, then continued. "Unfortunately, we got caught up in a pretty bad attack one night. We gave them as much Hell as possible, but..."

He stopped, swallowing nervously. "I mean, me and my mother were the only ones to- you know, survive that..."

Diavolo could sense an uncomfortable lull in Doppio's story. "...was she badly injured?"

Doppio sighed, a bit of a tremble in his voice. "I did try to save her, but... I couldn't." He said, his voice growing quiet. "I didn't have any other choice, she was in so much pain..."

Diavolo realizes what Doppio was implying. "...I'm sorry." He said, somewhat sympathetic.

"I mean, yeah- it's sort of fucked up, but even if I had found someone to help, I don't think they could have saved her." Doppio replied, tearing up. "It's sort of no different than what you did, but..."

"Well, no. I did it for my own reasons, you did it out of mercy." Diavolo said, half expected the collar to manifest after that, but it didn't.

Doppio nodded, trying to wipe his tears away as quickly as possible. Diavolo carefully embraced him, gently whispering 'it's okay' as Doppio tried to hold it together; the demon choked up and sobbed quietly. Diavolo silently let himself cry as well, rubbing Doppio's neck and back to soothe him. It felt weak, but the grief both of them shared felt too raw at that moment.

~

Diavolo wasn't sure how long it was before he and Doppio had stopped crying, but it certainly felt like an eternity. Doppio was dozing off, with his face pressed against Diavolo's chest. It was a bit of an adorable sight, really.

Of course, Diavolo remembered the stunned burglar. "I almost forgot- what should we do with our uninvited 'guest'?" He asked, voice soft.

Doppio makes a sort of trilling sound in his throat, snapping awake a little. "...Oh." he squeaked, his voice hoarse. "Maybe ask why he wanted to take stuff? I don't know how it works here, but..."

Diavolo could see Doppio's logic; since he wasn't from this realm, that seemed like a reasonable solution, despite it not being bright. "If he's still unable to move, then it would not be a risk than if he can." He said, ruffling Doppio's hair. The demon seemed to like this, trilling and leaning into the touch.

Diavolo carefully stood up while Doppio let go, sitting on the floor trying not to fall asleep. As Diavolo made his way to where the burglar lay, he weighed his options; if the burglar was able to move, Diavolo would have to restrain him. He saw the burglar twitching slightly, trying to move. Diavolo sighs and restrained the burglar; holding his knee against the burglar's back. "Do you have a reason for breaking into my home?" He asks, tone even and neutral. "I doubt I have anything valuable to steal."

"You were my first target." the burglar croaks, trying to move. "I didn't expect you to be home..."

Diavolo nods, sighing. "Just because I am not a man who gets out too often, doesn't meaning it makes my home an easy mark." he said, patting down the pants of the burglar and taking his wallet; as Diavolo opened the wallet, a metal pin fell out. Curious, he picked it up and looked it over.

"A rather curious pin you have." He said, his tone somewhat sarcastic. "I suppose you have found this at some discount store.... unless you happened to have affiliations with a local gang."

"I mean, I have to make some extra money, I'm on the bottom rung of their ladder, here..." the burglar whined. "You don't really understand unless you've been through that sort of hardship..."

"You would be right." Diavolo responds, keeping his posture to restrain the burglar as Doppio approached, curious.

"Did you find out why that guy is here?" Doppio asks, rubbing his eyes.

"He was unlucky to pick this flat as a first target." Diavolo states, watching as Doppio approached. "Apparently his associates aren't paying him well." Doppio nods, a little lost at Diavolo's words.

"I'll... I'll explain later." Diavolo said, before dropping his voice to a quiet volume. "You can take as much as you like from him. We'll toss him out after."

Doppio's eyes light up at the suggestion- he really hadn't fed since last night. "Leave him here with me." He purrs, his voice equally as quiet. "Take a rest for a moment while I deal with this."

Diavolo nods, releasing his restraint on the burglar and leaving for the library. 'Is this what the elites of the mafia have come to?' he asked himself. 'Underpaying their own members who in turn resort to such petty crimes?'

Diavolo scanned the shelves of the bookshelf, deciding to pick up an old tome and read through it to distract himself. As he flicked through the old pages, he came across a set of pages stuck together. "I'll have to unstick these..." he mumbled, sighing. "I suppose Doppio would like to read through this as well..."

As if on a cue, Doppio walked in the room, a bit nervous. "Hey, uh- I have some bad news." he said, dragging his hoof across the floor.

Diavolo closes the tome, a bit suddenly, but not intentionally. " What happened?" he asked, his voice neutral.

"Turns out that burglar did a bit more than stealing things..." Doppio explained sheepishly, ears drooping slightly.

Diavolo was a bit shocked but not upset. "I can guess he's dead, from your reaction..." he states.

"I mean, you're not mad? There's a dead guy in the kitchen..."

"His morality isn't your fault, really." Diavolo shrugs, sounding resigned. "However, we'll have to dispose of the body."

~

Diavolo drove at a modest pace, watching as Doppio slept in the backseat, awkwardly strapped in a reclining position. 'The burglar's body is in the trunk, along with the shovel.' He told himself. 'There's a open field a while away, and I can bury it as quickly as possible.'

It would take some time, but eventually Diavolo stopped the empty field, stepping out with hesitation. Doppio seemed to stir a bit, a trilling noise in his throat.

'It's best that he doesn't wake up for now.' Diavolo thought, heading to the trunk and pulling out the dead body wrapped in trash liners and dropping it on the ground. 'After all, Doppio has been through quite a bit today- I'm not adding burying a dead body to that.' Quietly, he pulled out the shovel and chose a spot to dig.

Diavolo wasn't too sure how long it was before he stopped to take a short break to catch his breath; the hole had to be at least half a foot deep by now, and it was luckily still dark. Heading to the car to check on Doppio, Diavolo could see that the demon was groggily waking up. "...Sorry for strapping you in like that." He explained to Doppio. "The police are not lenient about car restraints- they'll look the other way if they're paid regarding a corpse in the trunk."

"That's not usually good." Doppio states try to unbuckle himself. "Do these guys even do their job- not sure who these guys are, anyway..."

Diavolo nods, sighing. "A fair point." He said, watching Doppio undo the seat buckles and step out, stretching carefully. "I needed to take a break from digging the hole, anyhow."

"I could try." Doppio suggested. "It would be hard to do this alone, you know..."

"You're right- but you've been through much today." Diavolo said, his voice soft. "I don't want you to have to endure any more-"

"Digging sounds lot more fun than having some of your blood becoming a bunch of metal." Doppio answers with a shrug. Skeptical, Diavolo quietly hands the shovel to Doppio, as if to say 'alright, but be careful.'

Doppio dutifully took over the digging, getting a bit farther than Diavolo had, making the hole at least 2 feet deep. "How long do we have to dig?" Doppio asked, climbing out of the hole and handing Diavolo the shovel back. "I mean, it's fun, but..."

"Until it's at least six feet deep." Diavolo explained, climbing back into the hole. "It will be quite tedious, however."

"I don't mind, really." Doppio responds, wagging slightly. "If I'm with you right now, it's not as bad."

It continued like that for a few hours; which both of them switching off the digging duties and chatting. One topic was the phone call Diavolo received earlier, which as it turned out, was somewhat blocked out with the shock of the initial news.

"So she has a kid?" Doppio asks, watching him dig. "I guess that would explain why she was looking for you."

"A good reason, but I hadn't really fathomed she was even expecting." Diavolo answered, blushing. "I feel damn foolish leaving her behind to raise a child-"

"To be fair, you're right being guilty about that." Doppio answers, a bit stern. "She must have had a hard time of it, too."

Diavolo nods, climbing out of the hole. "I could imagine." he said, handing the shovel to Doppio. "The lawyer at the other end of the line wanted me to establish contact with my daughter, but I told them I needed a few days to think it over."

Doppio mulls his response over as he thinks his response over, growling in a somewhat curious manner. "...that is a bit complicated- but it's really up to your daughter if she wants to- you know, stay in touch with you; if she doesn't, that's fine- but if she does, then we'll have to add a few more rules to our arrangement."

"I suppose one of those rules is not to harm my daughter." Diavolo said, tone still somber. "That's understandable."

Doppio nods, just as somber. "She's still a kid, you know- but she deserves a choice, too." he states, then quickly changes the subject. "...Is this hole deep enough?"

Diavolo could see that the hole was at least six feet and nods, helping Doppio out of the hole. "I'll get the body." he mumbled, still a little guilty about the prior conversation.

Several moments later, the burglar's body and wallet were tossed rather unceremoniously dumped into the hole. Both Doppio and Diavolo stared silently into the hole for a moment, the wind whistling as the silence hung thick.

"Still feel guilty about the current situation?"

"...More or less."

"Well, let's take this one step at a time, one day at a time, you know?"

Diavolo blinks, a bit surprised. He had forgotten that doing that as a strategy. "It would be difficult, but... you're right." he replied to Doppio.

Doppio quietly hands the shovel to Diavolo, a faint smile on his face. Diavolo nods, and began to set to work filling the hole.

~

Doppio sat the passenger seat, watching Diavolo drive. It was strange heading home after helping Diavolo bury a body, but it was... odd. "So, what's our next move?" he asks, curious.

Diavolo thinks it over. "First, we'll get something to eat, then we lay low for a few days." He said, his voice quiet. "If the people that burglar worked for were part of a criminal group, they'll stop at nothing to hurt us or worse."

"There's... groups of outlaws doing outlaw stuff?" Doppio asks.

"It's more complicated than that, but yes." Diavolo answered. "I can explain more about it once we're in private."

Doppio nods, satisfied with the answer; sure, there were a few more complications with their current situation, but they'd get through it one day and one step at a time, right?

Looking for a momentary distraction, Doppio switches the car radio on, and Diavolo didn't object to it.

"We been drivin' day and night, on the run for our lives..."

#jjba #doppio #diavolo #jjba doppio #jjba diavolo #pact!au #yes it ends on a songfic-esqe cliffhanger

[andtheliike]

The Like for Teen People (September 16, 2005)

The Like: It's like Feminine Rock

Get to know three ladies who rock and get some advice on boys, parents and feeling the blues

By Aaron Parsley

Sep 16, 2005 12:00AM EDT

Based on their antique-y, feminine style, you may not guess that Charlotte, Z, and Tennessee are in a band, but it all makes sense when you hear the sophisticated and timeless rock n roll on their debut album Are You Thinking What I'm Thinking.

"I only shop on eBay." says Z Berg, the lead vocalist and guitar player. So that's where they get their "lacey, Victorian," "so Sienna Boho," and "Moddv. MoPunk" attire.

Charlotte Froom, who shops everywhere, plays bass. She and Tennessee Thomas, who pounds the drums in the video for their first single "What I Say And What I Mean" wearing a maroon corduroy jumper over a lace top, met when they were five years old. Tennessee lived in Great Britain and Charlotte lived in NoCal, but they kept in touch until they both ended up in Los Angeles. That's where they met Z, "through a complex web of mutual friends" after sending out word that they were searching for a voice and guitar player for their chick-rock band. 

But before they recorded and went on tour with their good friends Maroon 5 and later with Tori Amos, the girls had a spot of trouble coming up with a clever name for their band. We'll let them explain how they ended up with The Like:

[sadly the video is no longer available]

And did they mention they carry their own amps? Having The Like in our offices was the perfect chance to get some answers for TEEN PEOPLE readers. We decided to pull a few questions from the TEEN PEOPLE boards to find out what The Like have to say about life. 

TP BOARDS: My friend has drinking problem and every time she leaves home alone she drinks. I'm scared for her cuz I really don't want her to hurt herself. Any advice on making her understand how bad this is?

Z: That's a hard question. I think the most important thing is to talk to her personally and make sure she understands. 

Charlotte: Don’t go to her parents first because you should only do that when you've talked to her a bunch of times. 

Tennessee: Or you'll only loose your friend. 

TP BOARDS: Does anyone else think that 50 Cent sucks? He's stupid and his rap talks about naaaasty things... and he once said he wants to be a good 'role model'... yeah right!

Charlotte: He's a rap artist. Are they really supposed to be role models for children? I don't feel like that's really his job. 

Tennessee: The thing is... he's beating the odds. And if he's beating the odds then he's doing something right. 

TP BOARDS: I'm really into my boyfriend, and he wants to have sex but I'm still a virgin and he's not! What should I do?

Z: If you really like this guy, just be as honest as possible and just say, "I like you, but I've never done this before and if you care about me, you'll be OK to wait." 

Charlotte: If he won't wait, then you probably shouldn't loose your virginity to him. 

TP BOARDS: I've recently been having trouble with everything. I take things too personal and I just don't know how to 'brush my shoulder off.' I've have become very depressed and haven't had much peace at mind. HELP ME PLEASE!

Tennessee: My advice is to get really into something and it will open up a whole world. Like with us, I didn't have that many friends in high school and then we figured out what we like doing and somehow this happened and now we have a band. 

Z: If it's getting to the point where you're really just feeling down about everything, try to find someone to talk to. Talk to you parents if you can or a guidance counselor at school, which really isn't that bad, or if you have a friend who you know will understand. 

Charlotte: There are teen lines too. I know a bunch of people who do it. They volunteer. You call up if you're upset and they give you advice. And it's free. 

TP BOARDS: When my mom was little she never went over guys houses! I don't know why but she didn't. Now she wont let me go to guys houses even if me and the guy are just friends! Any suggestions on how to get her to trust me?

Z: Parents have a hard time with their little babies growing up and that's how all parents are. The concept of you going to boys houses means boys, which means sex, which means No, baby girl grows up! 

Charlotte: Can't you have him come over and have him meet your mom? 

Tennessee: Well, her parents are probably really embarrassing if they're saying this. They'll come out and be like, "What are you doing here. No boys allowed!" 

Charlotte: Okay, just lie!

#the like #z berg #tennessee thomas #charlotte froom #interview #press

[p-antomime]

timeless.

𖦹 minors don’t interact. ┊ wc: 3,8K.

𖦹 content: sub!reader, service dom!toji, unprotected sex, breeding kink, nicknames, (small) age gap, consensual filming, (semi) public sex, oral sex (f! receiving), overstimulation, possessiveness.

𖦹 pairings: actor!fushiguro toji x actress!fem!reader.

ᥫ᭡. this is for Lights, Camera, Action COLLAB!; collab by the most gorgeous @k-ryuuguji! ♡

The lights coming from above the stage blinded you, but the feeling of not being actually performing tried to blind your mental order even more.

It was so simple it was difficult.

Going on stage after almost two hours of doing make-up and finishing unstitching and arranging the costumes, reciting the lines that took more than eight months to memorize, being ready to improvise if someone on stage forgot lines or stage directions, trying not to stare at specific faces in the audience so as not to lose focus, trying to control and channel not only facial expressions but also body language.

The tension of the scene still unfolding about to reach its peak made you at the same time feel afraid of what was coming, even though you knew very well what was going to be said, and also feel elated at the possibility of drawing surprised gasps and sighs from the audience.

You knew what was coming, and you accepted it. Even if you had to go home with the bitter feeling of disappointment of having to pretend to be the actress they expected you to be, even if later that day, in the night, melancholy was going to take over your thoughts and kill you with a thousand cuts that hurt more than losing your voice in the middle of a movie or play rehearsal.

— Because, damn it! — Your character cringed against themselves, while Toji's, standing in front of you, puffed out his chest and leaned toward you with a completely ecstatic, though resentful expression on his face; the two of you acting out a Romeo and Juliet couple with a dash of Elizabeth and Darcy. — I love you! I love you more than I can put into words and... — In the scene, he tried to take your hand, and you pulled away with both glued to your chest and shoulders shrugging in a silent "Don't come any closer" action; that's what happened, even though you desperately wanted to let him touch any part of your body. — Don't move away from me, not now, please, I–

Your character needed to interrupt his, you didn't know if you had enough vocal strength for that.

— I... — Your voice came out rough, almost as a whisper, your eyes saw one of the producers of the play gesturing for you to speak up from behind one of the curtains leading backstage; you cleared the throat feeling your orbs burning, the crying was real, but those feelings shouldn't be. — Enough! — You even got the line wrong, that "I" didn't exist in the original ones, but maybe the audience watching you would let it go without knowing the original plot. — Enough! Forever! Y’know better than anyone that me, you, this, this thing between us is hopeless! We barely... — You had to bring hands to your eyes to rub them in order to not to cry, this matched perfectly with your naive and fragile character even though it wasn't in the original storyline either. — Gosh, we can hardly talk to each other without my father coming after you, have you forgotten the time he almost had you killed for just touching my shoulder?! Come to your senses! Come to your senses and leave me alone, forever, no more late nights, no more... nothing. This is the end of our relationship, forever.

Toji's expression changed completely. Now, from sadness it went to anger, you could even see a vein of stress rise on the side of his neck, his hands close into fists.

Toji was so good. So good that it almost made you jealous, that it almost made you throw yourself into his arms to kiss him even though, according to the Tokyo tabloids, he already had someone else in his life, although he was the kind of actor who preferred not to open his mouth about personal life.

Fushiguro Toji was like a jade rainstorm falling on your heart on a confused night, Fushiguro Toji was like an old song that gathers all your good memories and turns them into a huge web of fragments that you may never be able to forget.

He was the first, exactly first, person to raise his hand toward you when you two were still in high school and say: "Let's go together, then!" when you said in a casual teenage conversation that you wanted to try to be an actress on a level above Joan Crawford and Bette Davis. That day, that boy that turned into today's handsome man reached deep into your heart and marked you as a timeless memory that would haunt you even when you were shooting movies with other romantic interests.

Besides, it was almost a stroke of luck that the two of you got those roles in that huge play, your agent kind of stuck you on the list of candidates for the leading role at the last minute and maybe you only got it because the girl before you was in fact too bad.

Too bad like the feeling you had when you left the stage before Toji's character could reach for your wrist to make you stay; it was written in the original plot papers.

And then the lights went off, the play ended, you two didn't stay together at the end.

— Fuck! Finally! — It was Mei Mei, one of the producers, who was exclaiming. — Fucking 1 hour and... forty minutes! — She turned towards you and called the make-up trainees to start cleaning your face. — You were perfect! As always! How did it feel to do your first big play? I bet you are–

— Let her go. — Nanami, one of the supporting actors, said as he finished taking off the suspenders he had used for costumes. — She must be too tired.

— Tired after this success?! This show?! Impossible.

In fact, you were tired. Not of the show, the play, or Toji, but of life itself. You felt as if with each closing of the curtains on the theater stage and with each initial take on the movie sets, you were draining all your aspiration to be famous.

— Can I go upstairs and change? — You asked Nanami, and he nodded.

— I guess you and Toji are the only ones left to change, since the last three scenes were just you two and, y’know, were the longest. — The blond answered and you agreed before turning to the side and starting to walk toward the steps of the staircase that led to the upper backstage area that gave the actors much more privacy.

Out of the corner of the eye, you saw Fushiguro's agent enter the side backstage with a huge smile. He knew that Toji was a timeless star, just as you also did – you had no way of not knowing: you had been following his steps longer than anyone else there.

"For God's sake, stop thinking about this guy, Y/N", you thought to yourself, trying not to force yourself to stand on the first step of the stairs to wait for Toji to leave the stage after receiving applause.

You had to get rid of this hope filled with "What if" about this guy.

Thinking about it, you walked up the stairs and to the dressing room with the door open without even stopping to see whose name was on the shiny nameplate.

Usually there were staff members to help you remove the heavy makeup and costumes, but today, after acting with Toji after years apart and realizing that maybe your teenage crush wasn't so forgettable, you had to do it alone so you wouldn't feel like you were losing your mind.

First the false eyelashes, then the eyeshadow, blush and lipstick, then the foundation and concealer being wiped off with tissues dampened in a make-up remover lotion. You didn't even know how many minutes had passed, but it didn't matter anymore: it was past ten o'clock at night since this play was for adults only.

Then your hands went to undo the straps of the dress you were wearing and soon your body was wearing only the corset underneath along with your underwear which, fortunately, didn't need to be on display the way it did in the scenes shot last week for a bad movie your agent had gotten for you.

And then the doorknob rang with a click, you looked over one shoulder and, pulling the already loose corset against your bust so as not to let it make you look completely naked, spoke:

— Excuse me? I'm not finished yet, I–

— Uh? — A full head of silky black hair stood in the doorway and green as grass eyes stared at you. "Damn", you thought. — Didn't you know this is my dressing room? — You frowned, beginning to feel shame burning inside your body, especially when Toji opened the door a little wider and stepped inside.

— What?! Yours?! It's not... — His eyes slid from yours to yours arms covering the bust anxiously and a small smile appeared on his lips.

— Can I assume that you were waiting for me up here? — You almost choked on your own saliva, your brain having a little short circuit.

— No-fuck! No! I was trying–

— To put on your casual clothes, yeah, I know, relax, Y/N, I was just joking, it's not like we aren’t friends, you acting all weird like this. — Toji answered by letting the door slam behind him and walking towards you and you didn't know if it was worse to walk backwards blindly with the risk of getting stuck between him and a wall or to have the same thing happen, but with the dressing room counter replacing the wall.

But, that's exactly what happened.

— I just... today was a busy day, Toji. — You gave up explaining yourself, but continued with hands on your tits.

— Mhm, I know, I was on stage with you. — He responded by bringing his hands to your corset-covered waist, with the first four ribbons already untied, and turning your back to him in a movement so fast and agile that you barely had time to register. — But still, I wanted to congratulate you for today, you have improved a lot since the last time I saw you on that stage at the high school benefit play!

You tried to stop him before his fingers hooked into the last ribbons of the corset to finish untying them and Toji slapped your hands away.

— Oh, c'mon, I'm helping you, it's easier if I do this than if you have to work hard after a tiring day. — You thought you misunderstood what exactly he meant, especially when you noticed his emerald eyes staring back at you in the mirror's reflection.

— You mean... get me naked or help me with my corset? — One of his eyebrows arched and you bit your lip, maybe your idiotic brain had actually misunderstood everything. — I-I mean, like, your girl, fling, I dunno, she may doesn't like to know that you were with hands on another girl's body and–

— Girl? — Toji frowned, you were attributing a girlfriend to him that didn't even exist, or at least not anymore in his life. — I have no girl, the fuck d'you mean? — Your shoulders tensed.

— Nothing, Toji, just lemme... — You tried to pull away to grab the corset and his firm hands held you still by the waist.

— Y/N, I don't have a "girl", where did you get that from? If I had one... — He was going to complete with a "it��d be you", but he thought it best to sidestep the situation because, maybe, you were just too clueless. — You’d be the first person to know.

His voice sounded like a friend trying to comfort you, but the possessive yet gentle way he chose to hold your waist at that moment indicated the action of someone who wasn't sure he wanted to be just a friend.

The two of you stood in silence, locked eyes staring at each other in the reflection of the mirror. And the tension running down your back and concentrating in the middle of your legs that were wearing only a thin pair of panties.

Even the best body language class couldn't make you disguise how much you longed for Toji completely; and it was almost as if he could sense it, once he turned you facing him again in one swift movement and pressed you against the dressing room counter.

— Because it’d be you. — You frowned. — If I had a girl, you’d be the first person to know because it would be you.

You didn't know if your heart was beating so fast that your brain couldn't keep up or if it had stopped beating altogether, especially because before you could even formulate the beginnings of a disbelieving response, Toji brought hands to the back of your neck, pulled your face forward and pressed his lips against yours eagerly and forcefully.

His kiss was exactly as you imagined. It made you melt like ice cream in the Tuscan sun and you had the impression that time stopped completely as his mouth moved against yours slowly, as if he were tasting your lip moisturizer as if it were proof that you were a timeless reality.

His hands slid down your torso, removed your arms from your tits to replace them with his wide palms and squeezed them enough to make you whimper against his lips and spread your legs more until he could place himself between them.

His lips slid from yours to your neck just as you let the head fall back with rapid breathing and your thighs only didn't press against each other because of Toji's body.

What should have been just a helping of a corset was starting to move towards something more fiery that you didn't know if you could turn on.

— Wait, Toji, h-hold on, a second, we– the door and–

— We're not on stage, no one's paying attention to us right now, sweetheart, don't worry about it now. — Toji whispered, leaving wet kisses against your jaw, one hand sliding up the crotch to press two fingers against your clit and massage yours folds before actually touching them, pulling those panties aside. — Pay attention to me, just me right now, yeah? No stress, no crowd, nothing, just me and you.

You stared at him for a few seconds before watching him leave a trail of kisses down the space between your breasts and kneel in front of you to put one of your legs over his shoulders.

— You... sure? — You felt pathetic asking that question to someone like Toji, who was almost never unsure of everything and who gave you a sideways smile.

— I'm the one who should be asking you that. — He answered, spreading your thighs a little further apart and pulling your panties to the side to see your pussy already slowly starting to get soaked. — You sure you wanna ruin our friendship?

— I-It's you who are going beyond what a friendship would allow. — You put your hands on the counter behind you and Toji leaned over to blow a little cold wind against your wet folds only to see you squirm and whimper.

— Uh? But, you're the one who's letting me do it. — He gave a long lick from your clit to your entrance and you swallowed hard trying not to moan. — Fuck, and there are better thing to do than taste your pussy? I don't think so.

And Toji actually meant it from the bottom of his heart, your pussy was the best he'd tasted in all these busy years as a rising star and he was feeling more than honored to be able to sink his mouth between your folds and suck and lick your clit until he felt it pulsating against his tongue and noticed you trying to smother his face with your thighs.

The adrenaline rush of performing for over two thousand people was insane, but the one of having you pushing his head against your sweet pussy and choking him between your legs? It was divine; it was worth it for him to wait all those years.

You were reduced to a huge drooling mess with eyes rolling upwards and your orgasm approaching full throttle as he tongue-fucked you so hard that you dripped onto the floor beneath the two of you.

It was so close, just a few more sucks on your clit and you were going to be able to experience the most mindblowing climax possible, your eyes were even almost ready to blur and see little stars.

But Toji had other plans. You weren't allowed to cum with anything other than his fat, thick dick, and so, just when you were a few seconds away from cumming hard, his mouth moved away from your pussy after giving a wet kiss over your sensitive folds and his hands started to get rid of the costume piece still on his body.

And you looked at him, half irritated, half confused.

— What? Don't look at me like that, I'd never let my girl cum over anything other than my cock, do I look like a guy who would do it? — Toji opened a provocative smile and you felt your pussy pulsing just watching his pussydrunk look.

— ‘Your’ girl, you say? — You asked, leaning over to put hands on his face and pull him in for a kiss while his hands were busy reaching for his cell phone in his pants pocket which fell to the floor seconds later.

— Mhm, exatcly, my fucking girl, that's you. — He smiled between the kiss before breaking it, turning you onto your back and bending you over the counter; you could now see everything in the reflection, including the moment Toji placed his cell phone against the mirror with the camera on.

— What you–

— Aren't you an actress? — You stared at him in disbelief in the mirror, your heart racing and pussy throbbing to take his dick; your orgasm was still dangerously close. — Do a private show for me, yeah? — He whispered, taking his fat cock and sliding it between your folds, your liquids mixing with his precum.

— I-I thought you didn't want to ruin our–

He slammed deep inside you. Without warning. Without a second thought, making your tight, velvety walls have to widen to accommodate him suddenly. The same orgasm threatening to wash over you before now, in fact, making you roll your eyes, moan his name out loud and forget whatever shit was still holding you back from giving yourself over completely to that strong, handsome man behind you.

Your legs almost gave way and Toji promptly held you by putting an arm around your waist and grabbing your face by the chin to force you to look at the camera recording the two of you in that dressing room.

— I like to ruin good, pretty things, just like you. — He whispered, sinking his face into your neck before dropping a kiss on your shoulder, lifting your body a little and then pulling you against his cock quickly, about to start fucking you through your recent orgasm. — And this tight pussy of yours here.

Soon after, Toji chose to start pounding deep inside you hard enough that you would occasionally stand on tiptoes just to keep up with his pace.

The overstimulation taking over your pussy and making you clench and clutch around his big dick ready to take every last drop of his fertile seed right into your womb, the gasping moans with his hoarse voice hitting your ear and sending electric waves right between your legs where a complete mess was being made, your eyes barely able to focus on both the reflection of bodies slumping against each other in the mirror and the camera that kept recording the two of you as if you were not two rising stars in the national movie business, but two overpaid porn stars.

You thought you could hear him whimpering or whispering several "my girl" and "my sweetheart" between deep breaths and long thrusts, but maybe it was just your passionate brain and his good cock making you believe that.

Neither of you cared about being heard, because by the end of the next day maybe this would make a great headline in some tabloid and Toji didn't care about pulling you into his polemics as long as your pussy was always ready to milk him to the last drop; which is exactly what happened amidst an even harder thrust than the previous ones as he unwittingly lost control of his hips slamming against yours by the way your walls were compressing around him as they were painted white.

His hands gripped you tightly around the waist, arching your body until your face was a little closer to the cell phone camera recording the two of you and, finally, that video could have first hand your beautiful face contorted in bliss as you had another orgasm being fucked out of your tight pussy that barely wanted to let his dick out straight before it started leaking with his hot cum.

Toji leaned over you to pick up the cell phone and interrupt the video before turning to your side and taking your lips in a deep kiss that barely lasted because of the rapid breathing.

— You– — He started to speak and you put a hand over his mouth.

— S-Say nothing, I know that you were saying everything by the heat of the moment, Toji. — You spoke trying to normalize the breathing, and he looked at you in almost disbelief

— I know I'm a fucking good actor, but I’d never say those things out of my mouth. — He put his arms around your body to pull you into a hug and again left a gentle kiss on your shoulder. — Listen: we don't need to be, I don't know, girlfriend and boyfriend, if you don't want to, 'kay? We can just–

— But that's exactly what I wanted. — You retorted, looking away without much courage to face him in a moment more shameful than having sex in a dressing room.

Toji ran his tongue over lips, trying not to allow himself a wide smile.

— Jeez, okay, listen... — He turned you facing him gently so as not to hurt you or make you feel suffocated. — We have two options, okay? We can go to my place together and sleep together, and tomorrow we go out for coffee as if we're already a couple, or I can take you to your place and we can finish seeing our agents if–

— The first one! — You felt that you had spoken more excitedly than you should have, but it was stronger than your self-control. — S-Sorry, the first one, please. — Toji couldn't help but open a huge smile now before leaning over and placing a little kiss on the tip of your nose.

— Alright, alright, everything for my girl.

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[dragon-kazansky]

When the moon met his star

Part of the Murder Bird series

Gender neutral reader

I just really want Khonshu back. Here's the backstory chapter 💕

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"Kill them. Kill them all!"

Someone was coming to kill you? As if you're not in enough danger already. At least now you knew for sure what lay ahead for you. This is where you died. In the hands of corrupt people who were using you as leverage. Well, it didn't work. Now everyone dies.

You have no where to hide or go. Trapped. Waiting to die.

The door opens and someone stands there. You're afraid. There is no one else. Just you. You could out up a fight, but it wouldn't last. Giving in would be the easy option. It would be over much faster.

The comes over. You try to move away. You have nowhere to go.

"I'm not here to hurt you."

You don't believe that for a second. You want to run. You want to get out of here.

The man holds his hand out to you. Open for you to take. You stop. You stare. His face is revealed to you and you can see his eyes. His smile.

"My name is Arthur. Arthur Harrow. I'm here to save you."

You relax. You take a deep breath. You look at his hand. He keeps it suspended out to you. You find yourself reaching for it. Nearly there. Fingers almost touching.

"What are you doing? We don't have time. Get after them!"

You scream. Arthur frowns and stands up quickly. He turns to the god that peers over his shoulder. You reach out to Arthur and grab his hand. He looks down at you, kneeling down to your level and holding your hand.

"What is that?" You ask, looking up at the bird man.

"You can see him?"

"Of course I can see him! He's a huge ass bird!"

Something clicks in two minds. Arthur is shocked you were able to see Khonshu. Khonshu is taken back by your words. You could see him.

Impossible.

"This human can see me. Curious."

You look to Arthur for help. He just holds you as he guides you to safety. You're left alone when he goes back to deal with your captors , leaving you under the watchful eye of Khonshu.

You're afraid.

"You have nothing to fear."

"No? Because I'm pretty sure I'm going mad. I seeing a huge bird talking to me. That's not normal."

"My name is Khonshu. I am the Egyptian god of the moon. I seek to fight justice and punish those who do wrong. I being you no harm. I offer only protection."

"Protection?"

"It is rare for people to see us these days. It shouldn't be possible. You appear to have the sight which allows us to be known to you. You are a rare star indeed."

You have nothing to say to that. You don't even understand what he is talking about. When Arthur returns, you seek comfort in him.

"Harrow. I have a new term for you. Protect this human at all costs. Protect my star from all harm. Look after them for as long as you serve me. There are no choices in this matter."

"Don't I get a say?" You ask.

You don't get an answer. Arthur and Khonshu stare at one another. A silent conversation seems to take place. Arthur reaches for your hand again and looks at you.

"Let me look after you. You will spend your days cared for. Never alone. I will look after you."

You have no one. No where. But the god... This is not what you imagined your life to become. You expected to die.

"I will always be there, no matter what you decide. You will not be left without my protection, no matter if you want it or not." Khonshu declares.

You have no choice. This is your life. He will always be there. In the corner of your eye. At the end of the road. On the roof tops watching you.

Khonshu is your guardian now. Forever.

This is the day you take Arthur's hand and follow him across the globe. He takes you everywhere, giving you a life of comfort and care. He looks after you. He becomes your friend.

And Khonshu. Well, he grows on you. He talks to you. Teases you. Sometimes he's mean and demanding, but he does it because he cares about you. He calls you his star. The star to his moon. You're special. Precious. Must be protected.

So when Arthur betrays him to seek justice under Ammit, and tries to take you with him. Khonshu makes a choice. A painful choice.

He thinks about the way you call his name. The way you smile at him. The way you'll reach for his large hand and hold it. How you look up at the night sky and smile. How you call upon him when you have questions or want to show him something.

He brought you into this for his benefit. Not Harrow's. Harrow cannot have you. He will put you in danger. He will take you away.

You have to forget. You have to be safe.

"When I find my next avatar, I will find you again. I must do what I need to keep you safe. My precious star. My darling human. My little troublemaker."

It's just like falling asleep. Only, when you wake, you have no memory of Arthur Harrow. No memory of your adventures. No memory of the god who watches over you.

Not even when he brings Marc Spector into your life. It's like a reset. That day all over again. Only you can't see him anymore. Marc swears he'll look after you on Khonshu's behalf, but he doesn'ttell you that part.

Khonshu swears to guide you and keep you safe under Marc's care.

Though there is some strain. He keeps himself in line. The pain of what he had to do, the pain of remembering everything: it weighs him down.

You tease him. He teases you. It's almost the same as it was. The only difference being Khonshu is suffering. If only you could see him again. Talk to him without the need of Marc or Steven.

He suffers even more when Harrow steps into the picture again. He could lose you all over again. To help Marc and Steven keep you safe, he takes a risk. By changing the sky under the warning of the gods, he risks it all. For you.

He reaches for you. Speaks your name.

You see him. It's too late. He's gone. Imprisoned to stone in the Pyramid.

You saw him. He knows that you saw him.

Marc better break him out. Khonshu needs to see you again. He needs to hear you. He needs to hold you again.

The moon needs his star. Only then is he at peace.

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[thedaredevilsgirl]

Dear Teacher - Part 2

warnings: teacher and student relationship (The reader is between 19 and 25 years old and please don't get involved with your teachers) angst,fluff, smut (fingering, unprotected sex -Please use a condom- dirty talk)

Word count: 3342 (surely the most I have ever written)

N/A: Hey, many people were asking, so I brought you part two of dear teacher, I hope you like it.I am creating a taglist, message me if you want to be added 💖💖

Part 1

When Tom woke up on Saturday morning he was disappointed to realize that you were no longer there, for a moment he thought that maybe it had all been a dream or just his imagination playing with him, but something inside him knew that no, that the incident had really happened.

"Incident" was how Tom was referring to the whole of Friday night. It had been a bad idea, he knew, meeting you at that bar, inviting you to sit with him, kissing you, taking you to his apartment, and everything that happened after that. He knew it was wrong, but he couldn't help it.

MONDAY:

 Tom was nervous. It was the first time he had seen her since Friday and he still didn't know how to handle it.

You walked into the auditorium that morning and it seemed that fate loved to play with you as the two of your gazes met almost instantly, he swallows dryly and you blush before quickly looking away and running to your seat at the back of the room.

 "Good morning everyone" He says starting his class, everyone in the room answers him quickly.

 "Good morning Mr. Holland" Cindy, one of your students, says cheerfully "Looks like you had a great weekend" she points to a small purple spot on your neck, all the students start laughing as soon as she notices it. You sink into your chair, wanting to hide, mortified with embarrassment, remembering very well that you made that mark on Tom who was blushing in front of everyone's eyes.

"Anyway" he huffs loudly taking the students' attention back to class "I've corrected your Brontë sisters' papers, I'm happy to say that we got very good grades, but only one got a top grade, I'll give it back to you Wednesday" he says before continuing his lesson. 

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The class passes slowly, like torture for both of them, they just wanted to get out of there as quickly as possible. They needed to talk about what they had done, but they were more than happy not to do that today.

"That's all for today, remember to turn in your next paper on Monday and get ready for the debate next month, see you all on Wednesday" he says to everyone as his class ends. Slowly the room starts to empty, but you can't get out as a hand grabs your wrist making you turn to see who it was.

"Y/N" Mike, the boy who had missed your date on Friday was standing there holding your hand "I just wanted to apologize again for not coming on Friday, I didn't mean to ruin your weekend kitten" he apologizes.

"It's okay, really, you didn't ruin my weekend" you answer politely.

"If you want" he says getting closer to you "We can reschedule, I promise I won't cancel this time" he gives you a conquering smile.

Tom settles back in his chair, moving his hands nervously across his lap. He didn't want to hear your conversation, but as soon as he heard no names being called he started to pay attention, he had no right to be jealous, you weren't his girl, but he hoped you wouldn't accept it, you deserved much better than that boy in front of you.

"Mike, I'm sorry, but I can't accept it" You say, trying to be polite and pulling away from him a little.

"Just a date kitten" Tom rolls his eyes from where he was sitting, did he not understand what no was?

"We better just be friends" you dismiss yourself before leaving the room.

"Girls" the idiot says before leaving the room.

TUESDAY:

Thomas only saw you once that day, talking to your friends in the hallways.

He felt your gaze on him, which made his heart beat faster, and when he returned your gaze you looked away, blushing at having been caught in the act.

As he lay in his bed that night, the memories came back, he was beginning to hate it. Avoidance and being avoided, the two of them should talk about what happened instead of pretending not to and acting like children.

WEDNESDAY:

You were pacing back and forth in the hallway, debating with yourself, trying to decide whether or not to go into that office.

This morning, as Tom walked around the room handing out corrected papers to his students, he left his paper on your desk whispering a congratulations before moving on to the next student. You saw the top grade written on the first page and a little yellow post-it note placed there saying "Meet me in my office at 18:00, please".

It was still 17:50, you could still get away from there and that conversation, but you didn't want to, as nervous as you were you knew what you needed to do. You knock on the door and open it just as you hear a "come in" coming from inside.

"You came" he says getting up from his chair and gives you a shy smile.

"You asked..."

"I didn't think you would actually come."

"I think we really should talk Mr. Holland" you says nervously looking down at her own feet so she doesn't have to face him.

"Mister Holland?" He asks "I thought i asked to call me Tom"

"I can't do that"

"I understand" His voice, there was something different in it, hurt perhaps.

A silence fills the room for a few minutes before he begins to speak.

"I'm sorry about Friday."

"Why are you apologizing?" You asks without understanding.

"I just...thought you..." He sighs walking over to stand in front of your desk, only a few steps away from you.

"I don't regret what we did" You speak as soon as you realize where your speech was going.

"No?" He finally looks directly at you.

"No, my God, I loved every part of that night" a small smile appears on his lips which fades soon after as you continue to speak "But that doesn't mean it wasn't wrong, we shouldn't have let it get to that point".

"I know it wasn't, I know...it was so wrong"

For some reason it was painful to be in that room without being able to touch him again.

"I really wish I wasn't your teacher" he walks towards you "To have met you at another time, maybe then I could have had you to myself, take you out without fear of anyone seeing us, hold your hand, kiss you" His hand caresses your face and you close your eyes leaning in to feel his touch more "I wanted so much Y/N, I wanted to make you my girl...I really like you"

"Thomas, I like you too..." You sigh, your heart aching with every word spoken "But sometimes liking isn't enough for two people to stay together."

"I know, and that's the part that hurts the most" He forehead rests against yours, both of you with your eyes closed, in-between sloshed breaths that were already mingling, Tom felt a tear run down his cheek, your mouths so close "Y/N..."

"Thomas..."

"Tom man, we are late, your brothers will kill us if we are late again" Someone says opening the door suddenly just as you and he are about to kiss. The two of you quickly walk away panting for breath trying to recover from the moment, Tom quickly wipes the tear from his face. A tall blond man that you had seen other times in the halls together with Tom looks at you not understanding anything.

"Am I interrupting something?" the blond man asks suspiciously.

"No" the two of you answer quickly.

"Harrison, this is my student, Y/N" Tom introduces the two of you, perhaps as a way to change the subject "Y/N, this is Harrison Osterfield, professor in the physics department and my best friend".

"It is a pleasure to meet you Miss Y/N" He extends his hand to greet her " I have heard Tom compliment you several times, always saying that you are the best student in your class".

"My pleasure Mr. Osterfield" you shake his hand "I think he is just exaggerating a lot, anyway, I better go, I don't want to get in the way anymore, bye" you take your things and leave the room leaving the two men alone there.

"Wait a moment" He say to Harrison before coming after you.

He holds your wrist and makes you look at him, honestly he almost didn't care anymore that the two of you were standing in the middle of the empty university hallway.

"Y/N please" he says.

"Please what?" you say hurt "Do you want me to stay here? To fight for a passion that is doomed to fail? Something that could end my life at this university or end your career?

"Don't talk like that, we can make it work" he says hurt.

"I wish I was brave enough to try, I swear I do" you let go of his hand "But I'm not, it was just one night stand sex and as much as I like you I know that the sooner we get over it and move on the better, for both of us" you turn and walk away, leaving Tom standing there alone in the hallway with his hurt.

THURSDAY:

Your heart was still hurting. Last night you collapsed on your knees as soon as you got to your dorm room and let the tears finally fall, you were lucky you didn't have a roommate so you could cry all day long without having to answer questions about why you were so bad. And you cried until your eyes hurt, screamed against your pillow until your throat burned, let the sadness leave your body until you finally gave in to tiredness and went to sleep.

Tom was no better off than you, he spent the whole dinner with your family quiet while everyone else at the table talked, he wished so much that he wasn't in love with you, he wished it really had only been one-night stands, maybe then he wouldn't feel like he could die at any moment if he didn't have you by his side.

In different places, but sharing the same pain.

FRIDAY:

Tom looked across the room at you, his eyes red and his expression sad, it looked like you had been crying all night, and you really had, he wanted to go over there and hug you and tell you that everything would be okay, but he couldn't.

If they had thought Monday's class had been torture, this was something worse. Tom gave his class trying to avoid looking in your direction, while you couldn't pay attention to anything that was being said, you just wanted to go back to your room and cry some more. It was the last class of the day so you ran to your room as soon as it was over.

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Tom was tapping his pen frantically on his desk, he should have been correcting his students' work but his mind was elsewhere and his head hurt like it was going to explode at any moment.

"Okay, what the fuck is going on?" Harrison asks, he was with Tom in his office and was starting to get irritated with his best friend.

"What?" Tom asks waking up from his thoughts.

"Tom you've been acting weird all fucking week, you spent the entire Wednesday dinner quiet a thing you don't often do."

"I don't know what you are talking about" he pretends to be paying attention to the papers in front of him.

"Does it have anything to do with that girl who was here?" he asks curious, Tom doesn't answer which only confirms Harrison's thoughts "Oh my god, it has everything to do with her doesn't it?".

"I really don't want to talk about it"

"You like her, that's why you're all emotional, because you can't be with her" Harrison speaks and Tom wonders when did his best friend get so good at unraveling his feelings.

"I had sex with her on Friday" Tom admits at once, his friend had already figured out pretty much everything so there was no reason to keep secrets anymore.

"WHY DID YOU NOT TELL ME THAT?" he practically shouts.

"Can you keep it down please, you're acting like a teenager, we passed that stage a long time ago and I don't want the whole campus to find out."

"I'm not the one acting like a teenager, you are, getting all angry and quiet over something that can easily be resolved" Harrison rolls his eyes as he states the obvious.

"She doesn't want me Harrison, she likes me, but she doesn't want me, she's scared and I can't judge her because I am too, this could destroy my teaching career and end her reputation here"

"Tom, isn't she one of the students graduating this year?" Harrison asked even though he already knew the answer.

"Yeah"

"Dude, she's graduating in less than 5 months and you're telling me that the two of you can't keep this relationship a secret for 5 months?"

"I..." Tom hadn't stopped to think about it.

"I'm sure you two can make it work."

"What if she's not willing to try?"

"You should at least try, Holland, go out there and fight for your girl" He encourages his friend.

"I think you are right, I will do it".

"Of course I'm right" He smiles smugly "Anyway, I don't want to have to put up with your sadness any longer" He says laughing.

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It was almost midnight when you hear someone knocking on your dormitory door, you get out of bed and go to open the door.

"Thomas what are you doing here?" You ask as you see him standing outside, he walks into your dorm still without giving any explanation, you close the door and turn to see him "What kind of idiotic idea is this to come to my dorm, someone could see you here, how would we explain this?" You ask in an agitated manner.

Tom doesn't answer at first, he just looks at you, the baggy sweatshirt too big for your body, the hair tied back with a few strands falling in front of your face and the glasses on the end of your nose, and he can't resist. He walks toward you and kisses you, holding your face between his hands, his hands against your chest as you respond to his kiss, his heart beating hard in his chest and the sense of relief that he is kissing you again after what seems like the longest week of his life.

"I'm sorry" he says pulling away "I didn't come to do this, I just wanted to talk and..."

"It's okay" he fixes his glasses on his face.

"Y/N, I really like you, this is so stupid, I just... I want to try this, it's only five months until you graduate, we can make it...

"Tom" you try to interrupt him but he keeps talking non-stop.

"...to do this, I'm sure it wouldn't be easy at first and it's not the kind of relationship that's ideal or the relationship that someone like you deserves..."

"Tom" calls him again.

"But I'm willing to try, for you, for us, I want to try..." You kiss him again making him stop talking.

"I'm willing to try Tom" you say between kisses and he smiles "For us"

"I didn't think you would accept, I was already preparing myself for a no" you both laugh.

He sits down on your bed and pulls you to sit on his lap with each leg on one side of your body, he takes the glasses off your face and places them on your desk before kissing you.

"Damn, I missed that" he sighs between the kiss.

"It's literally only been a week" you say smiling.

"Really? It's felt like forever" he kisses you more intensely this time, his hands gripping your hips tightly making you move over his lap, the kisses slide down your face to your neck, you throw your head back.

"Tom" you say his name as a plea, his hands slide up your thigh squeezing you firmly.

"What do you want princess?" He asks with his head in the curve of your neck before leaving a small bite in that region.

"You, Thomas, I need you" you slowly roll over in his lap feeling his already hard length under you "please".

He smiles smugly at your response. Your sweatshirt is removed leaving you in just your panties and Tom lays you down on your bed placing his body on top of yours .

"This has been the most torturous week of my life" he removes the rest of his clothes and throws them on the floor "I couldn't get you out of my mind" he leaves a kiss on her neck exactly where he had "I thought about how I wanted to feel you again" the kisses descend to the top of her breasts and one of his hands grab her thigh wrapping her leg around his waist while the other goes down to her intimacy pulling her panties apart just enough for two fingers to touch them "That pussy is so wet, all this for me honey? "

"Yes, all for you Tom" he smiles at her answer before penetrating her with his fingers causing a quiet moan to come from her lips.

"Good girl."

"Your girl" you sigh ecstatic with pleasure.

"Fuck" Tom kisses you again, your words making him even harder than he already was "Say that again " he thrusts his fingers inside you reaching that wonderful spot inside you.

"I.Am.Your.Girl."

"My girl."

He had barely started and you were already so close, but he doesn't let you get there, teases you to the edge before stopping and doing it all over again.

"Please stop teasing me, I'm so close" you beg.

"No princess, I want you to cum around my dick" He says pulling his fingers out of you and removing your panties before turning you both over on the bed making you stand on top, he sits against the headboard as you rest your hands on his shoulders "now ride me like the good girl I know you are".

You sit on his member feeling him fill you completely, you both moan the moment you are finally together, standing still for a moment to get used to his size. Moving slowly until you finally get into a rhythm.

"So so good" he moans, his hand gripping her throat the way he remembered he had made her go crazy last time "So beautiful riding my dick" his other hand leaves a slap on her ass making her moan his name out loud as she throws her head, back rolling over in his lap .

"Tom I'm so close" you say as he gives you a push with his hips making his cock hit your G-spot, his hand making circular motions against your clit this time.

"Come to me then baby" he says and with a few more movements you are enjoying his wrist making you come next, your head falls on his shoulder and he spreads kisses down your neck as you recover from your recent orgasm.

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You were wearing your shirt now, your head lying on his chest as he stroked your hair.

"You'll still be here when I wake up, right?

"Well this is my dorm so I can't leave" you say as a joke.

"I'm serious Y/N" he says laughing.

"Yeah, I'm not going anywhere" you smile fondly returning to lie on his chest closing your eyes almost falling asleep with his affection.

"Good, I don't want you to leave, I want you forever" he kisses the top of your head before falling asleep with you in his arms, no goodbyes this time.

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