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You're losing me pt.1 POLY 141 x F, Reader

TW: cheating, hurt no comfort, heavy angst, dubious consent, there will be a happy end in the last part dont worry

pt.2

The most important thing about a POLY relationship was trust, and you knew you could trust them with all your heart. Kyle was so devoted to you that the mere thought of sleeping with another woman made him sick to his stomach. John was so full of loyalty towards you that he would never do anything to destroy your trust. Simon would rather kill himself than hurt you, the man who didn’t even dare to sleep with you for the first three months, afraid of hurting you should cheat on you? Never. And Johnny, oh your Johnny, was the sweetest of all of them. He took you on all these dates, introduced you to his family, and not a day went by without a compliment, nor a return from deployment without a bouquet of your favorite flowers.

So why do you still feel jealous sometimes? John reassured you over and over again that it was normal for you to feel jealous. He reassured you that nothing was happening while they were on deployment; they had each other for the fun stuff but definitely no other females; that spot was reserved for you, and only you.

Still, when you saw the new medic, you were so close to puking your guts out. She was beautiful, so stunningly beautiful and cool. A field medic is more in understanding with their branch than you with your job as a teacher. "Don’t need a medic, love," Simon reassured you once again, "we love that you're soft and not so rugged of war." Kyle immediately asked if he should stop talking with her outside of missions, and there you had your safety and reassurance.

Two months you spent without them; their last tour took a bit longer than expected. When John surprisingly texted you yesterday that they were back, you couldn’t contain your happiness. Unfortunately, you didn’t have time yesterday evening since you worked late, but you were eager to surprise them today on base, even though they thought you were only coming Wednesday. But hey, they’d be happy about the surprise. So you baked their favorite goods, put yourself in a cute outfit, and went on base.

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Johnny woke up with the worst headache of his life. He didn’t even remember drinking that much, only a few pints. Normally, he was more resistant. He felt a warm body around him and hair all over his face. He didn’t remember bringing you home yesterday, but yesterday was very blurry for him anyway. But he couldn’t complain; he missed you so much. When he nuzzled inside your neck, he smelled a different perfume than usual. It didn’t smell that great, but that's not something he’d say to you. Maybe he’d buy you a bottle of your favorite perfume as a present. The hair felt slightly different too, and your figure, did you change really so much in two months? When he opened his eyes and saw her, he couldn’t believe this. This must have been a dream, a bad dream. He looked down and noticed her lack of clothes under the blanket. "Fuck," he cursed out as he jumped out of bed, waking up the medic.

"What’s wrong, Johnny?"

"Don’t call me that; only she and SI can."

"You didn’t complain yesterday when I moaned it," the medic said with a teasing smile, grinning like a kid on Christmas.

"Don’t tell me we…" he pleaded.

"Of course, we did, Sweetheart."

Fuck, fuck, fuck, he screwed up. How could he do this? Where were the others? Why didn’t they stop him? How would they react? God, they'd kill me. No, she won’t. She will look at me with this disappointing glance.

As if the situation wasn’t worse enough, the guys walked in, looking at her standing completely naked. Kyle turned immediately around, but John looked knowing exactly like Ghost.

"You have 5 seconds to explain yourself, Soap," John grunted out, his hoarse voice sounding even deeper than usual.

"Oh, Johnny and I just had a bit of fun, Cap. Don’t worry; we can still go if you want to," she smiled brightly, her hand running over Price's clothed abs.

He pushed her away. "The only thing you're going to do is shower and leave."

She didn’t move. "It’s an order, not a suggestion, soldier," so she went to the shower, leaving the four men alone.

Kyle was on his way outside. "Where are you going, Sergeant?" Ghost asked.

"Telling my girlfriend that that bastard cheated on her. You don’t deserve her, not even a bit."

"Your girlfriend?"

"You won’t tell her a thing."

"You don’t get to decide that, Ghost," Kyle almost spat out.

"Ah, really, didn’t remember a thing."

Kyle went to him, grabbed him, and pushed him into a wall. "You fucking idiot, you ruined everything just because you couldn’t control your fucking cock."

"Stop."

"Aren’t you happy about it, Garrick? Now you have her alone like you always wanted?" Ghost asked, challenging the man who hurt his Johnny. He thought there must be a logical explanation for this; Johnny loved you; he wouldn’t do that.

"I said, fucking stop," John screamed at everyone.

You heard a lot of screams around the base. When you finally went to the room of Johnny and Kyle, you saw everyone there around, fighting. "So that’s what you do when I'm away to keep you in check," you hummed, chuckling a bit.

They looked at you in horror. Instead of the usual running towards you from Kyle, the picking you up from John, or the thousand kisses from Johnny, they just stood there in shock.

"Everything alright, boys?" you asked, letting the cupcakes rest on the table you baked for them.

"Love, look—" Kyle started but got stopped by Simon.

And from that moment, it went downhill. You noticed a flashy pink bra, definitely not your size, so far from your size that you were confused. "Whose is this?" you picked it up, and no words came out of them.

"No…" you already thought about the worst, but you wanted to give them a chance. Maybe it was a damn coincidence, Johnny's sister visiting or anything like that. The doubt went away in a second when she walked out of the bathroom, completely naked. "Oh, you're still together."

"Who of you?" you begged that they didn’t say all.

"I was. I'm so sorry," John said, his face looked apologetic, while the others looked surprised at their captain.

"It’s over," you muttered, trying not to cry to save you at least a bit of dignity. You were so stupid to trust them like that.

"Love, no, please," Kyle begged while Johnny and John were just silent.

"With all of us?" Ghost asked, wounded.

"You all knew it, and no one told me that John slept with that slag."

"EY!"

"Shut up," Ghost barked at the medic.

"I swear to you, I wanted to tell you," Kyle pleaded.

"Well, you didn’t, did you?"

"No, love, wait."

"It’s over," you asked out of the door, shutting them down from following you. "Let me the fuck alone."

"Let her go," John said to his men and they listened.

Back in the comfort of your own home, you allowed yourself to cry, holding your dog Winston till you felt in an unpeaceful slumber.

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cannellee · 5 months

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HIII cannellee!! (♡ˊ͈ ꒳ ˋ͈) it’s 🍓 again!! i have another super cute abo idea, could we have the tr boys with a very clumsy but cute omega who has bruises all over her legs from bumping into objects because she keeps running into things like chairs or low tables… maybe how they react seeing injuries for the first time? or how they try to “steer her away from danger”? ty for reading, i hope you have a amazing christmas!!!!!! ( ˶˘ ³˘(⋆❛ ہ ❛⋆)!♡

TOKYO REVENGERS OMEGAVERSE ☆

୨୧ alpha! tokyo rev x omega! reader

— their reactions to a cute and clumsy s/o (pairing : mikey, mitsuya, kazutora, chifuyu, izana, kaukucho, angry, baji)

my masterlist : ☆

I reaaally love this, it's so cute! I hope I did a good job, but I'm not really proud of this one sorry. I hope you had a great Christmas too thanks<3

ALPHA! MIKEY

upon noticing your bruises and bumps all over you, mikey gets immediately concerned and harbours a deep frown when he asks you about it.

his alpha instincts command him to make sure you're well and assess the situation to know what's wrong.

when you admit it's because of how clumsy you are, he's relieved it isn't anything more serious and finds it even endearing.

of course, his protective nature doesn't take long to kick in and he's paying even more attention to your surroundings.

rather than being upset about your lack of care, he's understanding and gently inquires why that is, so he can identify the issue behind your clumsiness.

now, when you're together, he offers you his support. whenever you fall and if he hasn't prevented that before, he'll be quick to help you up on your feet, pat your head to assure you it's okay and check your knees to look for any new bruises.

he'll tease you about it, but just to lighten up the mood and show you that he doesn't view your clumsiness as a source of frustration. it is made to make you feel comfortable around him.

ALPHA! MITSUYA

mitsuya is very observing, so he did noticed your tendency to fall and trip early on.

he won't mention it to you though, he'll provide a silent support and watch you carefully.

he'll offer to do certain tasks if he thinks it might harm you. if you need to reach something which is put high in a cupboard, he grabs you by the waist before you even finish climbing and gets it for you.

he tells you to rely on him, he's your alpha and he wants you to trust him and let him act like your partner.

when you're taking a walk, he takes your hand and gently guides you, replacing you so that you don't step into a bump on the road for example.

he does everything so that you don't have to injure yourself, but if it was to happen, his reaction is quick. he'll profusely scent you to prevent any stress or anxiety troubling you and will patch you up.

you'll end up cuddling with him inside your nest!

ALPHA! KAZUTORA

now kazutora is really worried.

what do you mean his omega is getting injured on a daily basis ?

when he first saw your bruised legs during summer, he felt an immense amount of anger.

kazutora is the type to act on impulse and in his head, those were the result of some bad people with malicious intentions towards his sweet omega.

he was furious and checked for more injuries, it was a hard task to calm him down and you thought it wouldn't be possible unless you gave him a couple of innocent names (that had nothing to do with the situation, he was just so sure you were a victim of crazy alphas).

luckily, upon smelling your calm pheromones, he figured you didn't lie to him out of fear and he eventually let his guard down.

now he's even more vigilant. it actually hurts him to know you're this clumsy and it troubles his mind.

he's the type to kiss your bruises though, and act overly reassuring and protective even when you don't actually need it.

ALPHA! CHIFUYU

although stressed at first, chifuyu is quick to approach the situation with a calming demeanor.

he's soo gentle with you, he'll rush to you each time you hurt yourself and shower you with his reassuring pheromones while making sure the cut on your finger isn't too deep.

if the fall was hard he asks you if you're okay, eyes full of care, telling you soothing words to drive away any distress.

chifuyu's touch is tender and he'll softly remind to be more careful whenever he's not here because he can't assist you.

he'll try his best to create a safe space for you : his omega can't get hurt if she's under chifuyu's watchful care!

if it was really serious, he will crack a joke to lighten up your mood and distract you from the pain.

he will offer you a comfortable place to sit afterwards ; if you're out, he's bringing you snacks from the shop next to you and if it was at your place, he's tucking you inside your nest. all the smells make you instantly relax!

ALPHA! ANGRY

angry is concerned.

once he learns you're this prone to injure yourself, it's over for you.

he was already worried sick about you going outside alone, as an omega you're often a target for other alphas and people who might know you're affiliated to him.

but now? now that he knows you don't even need to go outside to be at harm's length, he's constantly trying to check up on you.

now your dates consist of you both staying at your place, watching a movie inside your nest, cuddling and playing games, overall very calming activities.

angry might overdo it, but you need to understand that his instincts are shaking now knowing his omega is jeopardizing herself.

he carries band aids everywhere with him too.

ALPHA! KAKUCHO

he is prepared and reliable.

yes, you can hurt yourself alone, it happens, but it never does in his presence.

he's careful, even if he looks focused on something else, and will prevent anything from happening to you, from the tiniest cut to the most absurd fall.

if your clumsiness appears because of stress, you can be sure his scent is always enveloping you.

he tenderly kisses your forehead and praises you whenever you successfully stop yourself from falling.

he slowly kisses your bruises and healed scars with sweet patience, you absolutely love his kind nature.

you sometimes feel guilty for the way he seems genuinely upset and apologises for not being able to look after you better.

you tell him it's okay but he feels a sense of responsibility for his omega's wellbeing. he's committed and as your alpha he has to shield you from anything hurtful.

ALPHA! IZANA

he's devoted. he offers you his entire support and will do anything to keep you far from harm, even if you're the one bringing it to you.

he doesn't get mad nor annoyed, he just wants to make sure it won't happen again.

if you thought you weren't protected enough by him, expect an even more on edge izana. you're so important for him, he can't help the creeping worry he's feeling.

he now ensures that his physical presence is a constant source of protection. whether it's standing close or wrapping an arm around your waist, he establishes a boundary to both claim you and reassure you. it keeps you steady and he's there if you ever were to trip.

izana wants to have control over the situation and does his best to react accordingly to ensure your safety.

but he's still gentle and have a careful touch despite his alpha assertiveness.

if he didn't know you often bumped into furniture, you better tell him fast because he won't calm down as easily as kazutora.

izana won't believe you at first, and will definitely not tolerate anybody touching his precious omega. that's why he's a menace.

he tends to be overprotective, doing his job as your alpha a bit too well and literally preventing you to live normally.

he calls you regularly and checks for any new bruises everytime you meet up, he made you swear you would be more careful!

ALPHA! BAJI

the first time he noticed your bruises, his face was livid while he lifted your arm into his gentle hands.

he's terrifyingly calm and you know it would only take a name before he completely lashes out.

luckily he's a very great listener and really attentive. once you tell him about how you hit your elbow in a door, he gets reminded of all the times you tripped and easily connects the dots.

you're a very clumsy omega and you trigger his instincts like never before.

he softly nags you, praying you to be more careful while also being completely clueless as to why you're so uncoordinated with your movements.

why do you have to drop everything? and the most dangerous things at that?

you give him literal heart attacks.

but he'll joke about it so you never feel bad about that part of yourself. he will sometimes sweep you off your feet and carry you himself so you don't fall down. he will condemn any sharp items and challenge anybody who might make fun of you for it.

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ghcstao3 · 5 months

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Born!werewolf soap and Turned!Werewolf Simon.

Simon was turned into a werewolf during his time with Roba, tied to a man so horrible he never associated lycanthropy with anything but pain, and lack of control. It only ever reminds him of a time when he was always hungry for affection, yet violent without it. He never shifts without choosing to, and purposely ignores his needs as long as he can, until it’s debilitating.

Soap who has been a werewolf his whole life, knows his pack’s history like the back of his hand. He’s extremely attuned to his instincts, and to other wolves. It’s almost more comfortable for him to be a wolf, than go through the pain of humanities stiffness.

Them finding eachother and hurt/comfort <3

Initially, upon meeting Ghost, Soap is more than glad to finally have the opportunity to work with another werewolf, let alone one known for his skill, his precision, his deadliness—but then Soap is just as soon finding out that there's far more than meets the eye about Ghost's own condition.

Ghost, like most werewolves, was born human. There's a faint but distinct smell about him that tells Soap this, and initially, it's really no concern of his. Outside of his family, most other werewolves Soap had encountered in his life were turned at one point or another.

What separates Ghost from them, however, as Soap soon figures it out—is that Ghost never shifts. Not unless he has to, anyway. And that makes Soap curious more than anything.

Because shifting is such an integral part to being a werewolf. It's natural, freeing, and it's one of Soap's favourite things. It's a new kind of powerful that's so important and special to a werewolf, that Soap could never understand why Ghost would ever want to stave off such a thing. And being that Ghost is so tight-lipped about his own life, Soap has no idea where to begin guessing.

It isn't until months of knowing each other that Soap starts to get a hint.

The mission is tough. The team is in a tight spot, and only Soap's claws and teeth and strength aren't proving to be enough. So with a look Soap can't quite decipher, Price pleads silently with Ghost to do the one thing they all know he hates.

But because it's necessity, Ghost follows through. Soap should have clocked something was wrong in hearing pained groans and too-loud cracks of shifting bones, but he can't do anything to stop it. Can only watch as Ghost is released and begins a massacre, and Soap can only trail behind to pick off stragglers.

Once everything is said and done—it takes an hour to find Ghost, who had taken on the unfortunate task of shifting back alone, and who is discovered curled up and staring ahead at nothing in a far corner of one of the warehouses they'd been assigned to raid.

He bares his teeth when Price moves to approach him, a low growl rumbling out of his throat. Price pauses and glances back to Soap, whose hesitant attempt is met with no protest.

Huh.

That distant look still glazes over Ghost's eyes, though the fog clears ever-so slightly when his attention is called to Soap sitting beside him. Where Soap feels more alive than ever after a shift, Ghost looks... small. Afraid.

Hurt.

Soap begins to suspect the circumstances of his turning had been less than favourable, and his heart breaks with that realization.

Ghost, as touch averse as Soap has known him to be, tucks into Soap's side without prompting, leeching off his warmth and comfort while, in witnessing the scene, Price and Gaz turn and head out to meet exfil and explain the situation.

Whatever had happened to Ghost to have his shifts be this way—Soap determines then, in that very moment, that once they're back to safety and Ghost is back within himself, Soap is going to find a way to help him make peace with this inescapable part of his being. He'll find a way to turn bad into good, or neutral, at the very least, because Ghost doesn't deserve to be a stranger to himself.

Soap will take that pain away if it's the last thing he does. Because he doesn't think he could ever stand seeing Ghost so broken again.

He wraps his arms around Ghost's broad frame and lets the lieutenant bury his face in Soap's chest with a vulnerability Soap only gets to witness as a cause of animalistic instincts still not having worn off. It'll be inevitable, when Ghost comes to only to back off and shut everyone out for a little while, but for now, Soap selfishly indulges in the comfort as much as Ghost needs it.

Soap will make that pain his own, if he has to, he thinks.

#ask #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #soapghost #ghostsoap #ghost x soap #ghoap #writing

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xztloux · 2 months

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↳˗ˏˋYandere/Dark Percy Jacksonˊˎ˗ ↴

▸ content warnings: kidnapping, injury, swearing, my shitty writing 🫶

▸ summary: Percy, a lonely god finds you injured in his temple and decides to keep you..

▸ A/N: this is my first time writing something yandere or dark or anything like that so sorry if it’s bad. No spell checks so stupid my be spelt wrong.

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Perseus, son of Poseidon hero of Olympus, god of loyalty. Well, at least thats what camp taught you.

Percy accepted godhood many, many, years ago. Now the days blur together and as the days blurred together Percy stopped looking after his temple. He has outlived everyone he loved, his mother, his friends, everyone.

He locked himself in his temple letting years, decades, pass not caring for mankind, he became selfish like the rest of the gods. That was until one day, you, stumbled into his temple, an injured demigod. His temple was overgrown with vines and the smell of sea water lingered in the air.

You felt so happy to find a place to shelter in for the night until the rain passed, and to patch up your injuries, the place looked and felt abandoned so you just stepped right in. Yet you didn’t know how much you’d regret finding this temple in the future..

You stumbled through the doors wincing in pain as you held your side, that had been badly injured from a monster. Throwing down your backpack you slid down the wall, quickly searching for the bandages. The wound caused sharp and stinging jolts of pain but you powered through.

"The rain must be rather inconvenient for you."

Percy spoke as his voice carried through the entire temple, he had been woken up from his sleep when you stumbled in. He seemed rather calm for someone who had just been awoken from their slumber. Although, his voice was rather cold and detached, lacking any emotion."You're a demigod I presume."

Not expecting to have company you practically jumped out of your skin.

“Shit!” You yelled quickly grabbing your weapon (which really hurt your side) before you realised who or rather what he was, a god.

“Sorry—sorry you just made me jump..” you muttered looking up at him while holding your side trying to make the pain go away, you had this..weird feeling about him but you didn’t know what..

“Come here.”

You were in not position to refuse such help, especially from a literal god. So, you walked up to his throne and sat down, it was a bit cramped. Percy started to look at your injuries, analyzing them as he grabbed your wrists to pull your sleeves back and get a better look. He seemed to be rather interested in the way your injuries looked. His grip was also rather tight causing you to wince in uncomfortable pain. Yet the he seemed to completely ignore your flinch.

“I’ve heeled your minor injuries but the one on your side will take another week or two, to heal fully.” He stayed almost as if he was talking past you and not to you. You nodded in response getting off his throne and picking up your bag. It was a bit pathetic really you could hardly walk.

"You should probably rest a bit more."

He spoke bluntly as he watched you struggle with walking, his tone of voice was still cold. Which is weird seeing as he was talking to you. Usually the gods have a more.. friendly tone when speaking to demigods. It was all strange. He seemed to want you to stay here.. for a reason he hasn't told you yet..

“I don’t wanna cause any trouble..” you chuckled awkwardly “like you said my side will take about a week or two to heal..”

He raised a brow as he tilted his head to the side. The blank stare was growing more prominent in his eyes now. It was as if he couldn't understand why you'd want to leave, especially while you were still injured.

"Rest."

He spoke once again as he gave a firm nod. He was telling you to stay put.

“Okay..thanks..” yoh said smiling slightly before you put your bag down he led you to one of the bedrooms in the temple for you to sleep in. It was a nice place really considering the temple Was overflowing with vines.

Percy watched you as you made yourself a bed. His gaze was still focused on you as you got yourself comfortable enough to rest. He watched you settle for a while longer. He was rather silent as he continued to stare at you. When he finally spoke up he was still stoic and expressionless.

"You're staying here."

He spoke firmly and clearly. He was ordering you to stay here... not asking you.

You nodded slightly “till I’m better yeah.” yawning slightly your energy had been drained from his healing.. your head hit the pillow and immediately you fell asleep. Percy on the other hand..continued to watch you. He wasn't planning on letting you leave his temple until you were healed. As you laid down he just stared you down.. his eyes following you as you turned to your side.. he was.. fixated on you.. even while you slept.. he continued to watch you for what must have been hours..

finally two weeks had passed, you could finally leave and make your way back to camp, over those two weeks he’d warmed to you slightly but that bad feeling was still present. Packing up your stuff into the bag getting ready to leave.

“thank you again” you smiled at him as he sat on his throne, you were great full that he had helped you.

He had crossed his legs as he spoke monotone as always..

"It was no issue."

Although his response had been short and rather emotionless, he spoke with rather clear.. authority. He sat there watching you now. Watching you pack up as you got ready to leave.

"Are you sure you are well enough to leave?"

“Yeah.” You smiled at him before walked towards the doors of the temple. you tried to push open the doors but they wouldn’t move? You’d opened them easily before but now they wouldn’t budge..

“hey um..i think there locked or something..?” You asked awkward the bad feeling grew and grew..

He looked at you as you tried to open the doors and noticed that they were.. locked.

Percy then tilted his head to the side as he spoke.

"I locked them."

For some reason his response caused your bad feeling to grow further. He didn't say anything else other than that.. He seemed to wait for you to ask why he locked the doors.

“Well could you open them for me?” You asked him tilting your head slightly, you hoped he forgot to unlock them..

"No."

His voice seemed to have gotten more monotone as soon as he spoke, his stare was still cold as ever. His response just further added to your bad feeling.. you didn't know how much longer you could stay locked in here with him.. for some reason he seemed to want to keep you here.. before you could speak he spoke again.

"I do not want you to leave the temple."

He spoke rather bluntly as he leaned back onto his throne. He didn't elaborate on that response, though.. He didn't really seem to want you to know why he didn't want you to leave.. he just seems to want to keep you locked in here with him for some odd reason.

“B—but..” you tried to argue as you looked at him sitting on his bloody throne “but—“

He cut you off before you could even properly argue by speaking once again.

"Do not argue with me.

He stated plainly as the god spoke he looked down at you as he straightened out his legs that were crossed. He seemed rather serious, almost to serious when it came to you.

His expressionless stare was still fixated on you as he continued to speak.

"You will stay here, with me.”

You were trapped with a god who’s loneliness had driven him mad.. and there was no escape..

#yandere #yandere percy jackson #dark percy jackson #percy jackson x reader #percy x reader #percy pjo #pjo #pjo books

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klausysworld · 10 months

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Firstly I wanna say your stories are amazing, thank u very much for posting ♡♡♡ Well I ve been thinking about a smut with klaus

Reader and him have been dating for long time but they never had sex and she is virgin and really innocent and fears she won't be enough for him, she just guess it would be rough and painful but but he surprises her with so much tenderness

And then maybe a good aftercare if u want to?

Ready

Y/n was beyond nervous.

She knew Klaus, she knew he wouldn’t purposefully harm her or force her into anything but she also knew he was rough by nature.

She knew he had been with thousands of other women and she knew she wouldn’t compare to those of his past.

She didn’t know how to do all the things he probably wanted to do but she also didn’t want to disappoint him.

That was one of her flaws, she never wanted to disappoint anyone and especially not Klaus. He loved her more than she had ever been loved and he had killed for her, protected her wholesale and provided for her like no other. She couldn’t imagine taking this away from him, and she didn’t want him to get bored and find someone else.

Last time they were going to have sex, she panicked at the last second and couldn’t do it. Not that it upset him, he was so very understanding and that almost made it worse because she didn’t know why she was so scared. If not of his disappointment then what?

So she tried to force herself to do it, she figuratively and literally threw herself at him. Eyes closed as she pulled her top off and kissed down his neck while he groaned softly and touched her hair. But the smell of worry rolled off her in waves and he ended up with her curled to his side while he kissed her forehead and put on a movie.

Klaus could see straight through her, she was like glass and he knew it. He knew how easy it would be to break her, scare her and hurt her. But for once in his immortal life, he had no desire to make someone’s life a misery, not her.

So he stopped her going through with something he so desperately wanted, because he knew she wasn’t ready and he wanted her to be comfortable and safe when he took her purity away.

Not that she would ever be anything less than perfect in his eyes, an innocent doe, his angel.

His siblings had made many jokes to him about his lack of sex life, he kept his love away from his family. She knew he was a hybrid and that he had done some truly awful things but he didn’t want them to share the details, he didn’t want to haunt her or terrify her sweet mind. He didn’t want to ruin her positive outlook on the world. But he also wouldn’t take anyone saying a bad word about her so when Kol made a joke that he would warm her up before Klaus could have her, well Kol ended up on the other side of the country. Rebekah asked if this girl was a nun, to which Klaus snapped back at and Elijah brought out the stronger alcohol.

If y/n wanted to wait till marriage then perhaps he would marry her. Yes, after a thousand years settling down with someone as pristine as her would be a dream come true for even the darkest of hearts.

And he told her that, which made her cry but not in disparity of sadness, in disbelief and love. It wasn’t hard for him to decide that she would never see an ounce of pain in her life.

But deep down she didn’t want to wait anymore. She didn’t want to wait until after marriage. What if she was no good for him and he was stuck with her forever? What if he didn’t want to teach her and instead wanted rid of her existence?

She loved him, she knew that. And she knew that he loved her. That should be enough, right? Love is a very powerful emotion and it’s enough to drive a person to do almost anything.

So she told him he was ready, and although he was skeptical, seeing her determined face, he wanted to make her happy. Even if she decided she couldn’t do it again and he was left with a painfully hard cock which he would sort out later.

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Klaus could feel how tense show was beneath him, his mouth was on hers moving quickly as she roughened the kiss. He knew she didn’t really want to kiss him like that but felt she had to, so he pulled away a moment and just cupped her face. Her legs were around his waist as she lay back and he had one hand helping to keep him just above her.

He could feel her shifting against him, her hands pulling him down but not in the need that he wanted her to have.

“Love, it’s okay if you’re not ready” he told her gently but she shook her head

“I am, I promise” she smiled faintly and he sighed softly

“Okay…okay just close your eyes” he instructed and she did.

He pressed his lips to her softly, stopping her from trying to rush it and instead barely moving his mouth against hers. His lips parted and so did hers, their movements getting a little bigger before his tongue slowly slid into her mouth. His hand brushed over her cheek lightly and her hands held onto his neck as she wrapped her tongue around his. Wet sounds filled the air between them as they moved their head more to taste as much of each other as they could.

He kept their faces attached as he began to roll his hips to hers slowly, happy to hear a genuine moan out of her and feel her breathe him in. He pushed her dress up a little so it wasn’t in the way and rubbed himself at her panties, careful not to overwhelm her too soon.

Klaus pulled back from her mouth a moment just to look at her eyes, checking for that fear that usually rest within them. It was still their but much less than normal, lust covering it and love overpowering them both. A soft kiss was given to her again as she moaned for him once more.

He moved backwards a little to look down where he was moving against, pleased with the growing wet patch along her panties which rubbed onto his sweatpants easily.

“See? Feel nice love?” He asked quietly and she nodded with a whine. “Good girl…you just keep relaxing, I’ll take care of you” he murmured softly. He kissed her lips lightly before trailing his way down her neck and back up again. His hands gently pushed her legs back down and had them lay open for him to rest between.

His mouth went back to hers as he tore her panties off of her in one swift movement. She barely noticed the material missing as she eagerly welcomed his tongue back into her mouth, enjoying the dominance he had over her movements. She assumed it was his crotch rubbing against her again when his fingers slipped along her now soaking pussy. He groaned softly into her mouth at the feel of it and couldn’t help but get a finger inside her to feel how tight she would be on his cock.

Klaus wasn’t sure how he would be able to do this without hurting her, but he would sure as he’ll try.

He had only dreamed of her being this tight, her silky walls had such a good hold on his finger as he slowly moved it back and forth. Her back arched and her mouth left his as she moaned out and ground her hips to his hand.

Klaus often wondered what she did usually after they got this far. Did you have to finish herself off like he did? He wasn’t sure anything had been inside her, not even her own fingers, based off of how much she was squeezing him as he pushed another one inside. A little whimper leaving her as her face scrunched at the stretch sting that rippled through her for a moment.

His thumb pressed to her clit and he rubbed slowly, matching the pace with the thrusts of his fingers and watching her cunt tighten around him. The amount of wetness that was dripping from his hand was ridiculous, the sounds produced when he sped up his actions was more than pornographic and her moans only added to it.

He groaned to himself as he took notice of her clit swelling as he rubbed quicker, listening as she called his name and her hands gripped the sheets harshly.

His fingers curled and the cry she let out told him everything he needed to know before he continued the action over and over until she was trembling and shaking with need. A burst of fluid was squirt up at him as she moaned so loud that her throat went sore. His lips pulled into a smirk and and he didn’t hesitate in licking his fingers clean. His eyes rolling closed as he leaned down to press his open mouth to her wetness.

Her hips jolted and legs clamped around his head making him grunt and bury between her thighs in determination. Her hands were straight in his hair, pulling and tugging as his tongue rolled against her and inside her.

“Nik!” She cried over and over making him smirk and suck at her harder, she had only ever called him Klaus so hearing her moan his name which was reserved for certain people made him all that more happier and sure that she was in fact ready.

Her hips ground desperately to his face, her fingers clinging to his curls and tears in her eyes as he devoured her within seconds.

It barely took another minute before her taste was exploding all over his tongue again and he was moaning with her as she filled his every sense.

“Nik” she panted, barely able to focus on anything as he continued to hold her thighs tightly and pull her puffy clit into his hot mouth. Her hands couldn’t let go of his hair, she couldn’t help but keep pulling him closer. No matter how sensitive she felt, how many nerves he was playing with, god she just needed more, “more! Oh more!” She cried and he would never deny her of this, never. He would beg for this to be his last meal, and he treated her as though it was.

After leaving her hanging on the edge of her fifth orgasm, he finally pulled away. Both of them breathing heavily and still moaning or groaning softly.

He crawled back up her now sweaty body and had his lips on hers, tongue fucking her mouth and sharing her delightful taste. At some point during his feast klaus had managed to shred her dress into pieces and had to get his own clothes off to stop them feeling so tight against his poor, aching cock.

He moaned outright when it felt the wet lips of her pussy and his hips moved to rub between them. Her breathing grew more erratic as she grabbed the back of his hair and pulled him back down, kissing him with need.

“I’m ready, please Klaus, I’m ready” she whispered and he let out a breath

“Nik” he uttered “you call me Nik” he ordered and she nodded

“Please Nik” she moaned and he thrust himself along her, his dick sliding over her clit many times over.

He had to stabilise his breathing and thoughts before he did this. He knew she had been so worried, so scared before and nothing could ruin this, not now. He couldn’t let her slip through his fingers now. He would be the softest, most gentle man on the planet if she would let him fill her with his cock, let him pump her full of his seed.

Fuck. The thought alone had him rubbing against her faster, but shit, he needed to be slow. Come on Klaus, slow.

He took a long breath before taking his heavy cock into his hand and pressing his tip to her dripping cunt. Her heart sped and he glanced up to find her watching his tip with anticipation, teeth on her bottom lip and a moan threatening to leave any second. It was all the confirmation he needed before finally, at last, getting inside her.

Klaus was 90% sure he was louder than she was when her soft, soaked walls sucked him inside. Just his tip to begin with, he slid it in and out of her carefully, lightly tapping it against her clit a couple more times before going further. He got a couple inches in before she made a whine of discomfort and he stopped, his hand found hers and he held it firmly but gently while his other kept a hold of his cock as though if he didn’t then it would do as it pleased and fuck her into oblivion.

“It’s okay my love” he whispered, his hand squeezing hers lightly in reassurance. “You don’t have to take it all” he told her as she shut her eyes so he couldn’t see the twinge of pain inside them.

He let the first few inches thrust in and out of her, allowing her tightly wound body to stretch at its own pace. When her hips moved by themselves against him and her mouth involuntarily opened, he knew she could take more. And more he gave her, a good two thirds in and his breathing so ragged that he wasn’t sure how he wasn’t passing out.

Her pleas were getting more common now and he obliged to every one, keeping each movement calculated and soft. His thrusts, although relatively slow, still reached all those places inside her which she had only dreamed about and she couldn’t have asked for anything better.

She had always worried he would treat her like she were a toy or a slut but he touched her like she was glass, like she were his priceless diamond and she adored it. Craved it.

He was perfect.

Any doubts were chucked out the window as he checked on how she felt time and time again, even though her constant call of his name told everyone in a 5 mile radius that he was giving her the time of her life.

“Nik-“ she moaned and he grunted, his face just above hers and a little further forward as she was leaving kisses and disappearing marks in his neck. He placed a wet kiss to her forehead and struggled to keep his pace steady. “Can- oh- can you go faster Nik?!” She pleaded and he nodded without an ounce of control. Completely following what she needed, his mind was locked on hers and he just wanted her to feel as good as he did.

His body moved to hers faster but still not roughly, not bruisingly or harshly. Just quicker to rub against her spongey spot, to have her back curved off the bed and legs shaking.

His body faltered above her as he felt his balls go tight, the same balls that had repeatedly slapped against her and were ready to empty inside her.

“Y/n” he panted and she moaned. “Gonna- cum- inside- you-“ he panted and she cried out pleasantly

“Please Nik, please please” she begged and he held her hand so tightly, he feared he’d broken it as she screamed and cried.

The sound registered minutes later, him having already overfilled her three times over with the amount of cum he had for her.

His head shot up and he grabbed ahold of her face with his hands

“Love? Did I hurt you? Oh god-“ he started but her hand cupped the side of his neck and she smiled weakly

“God no Nik, no you were- wonderful, unbelievable” she whispered breathlessly and he sighed in relief, his head drooping to kiss her cheek softly.

“Are you tired love?” He asked and she laughed

“Yeah, I’m tired. Are..are you? Do you need more or-“

“I would love as much as you could let me have but for tonight, believe me when I promise you that I am beyond satisfied. You were…” he leaned down to her ear and nipped the lobe gently, “quite frankly, the best I’ve ever had” he whispered and she blushed darkly

“Over a thousand years I do doubt that-“

“You have the softest, hottest, wettest, tightest little pussy I have ever had, the most delicious, most beautiful-“

“Nik” she cut him off, embarrassment colouring her red as she looked up at him shyly.

“Believe me sweetheart, I would never lie to you” he told her softly as he leaned back down to kiss her lips. “The best” he whispered again and she let out a happy breath before a yawn forced through her and he smiled

“Tell me if anything hurts okay? I’m gonna clean you up, I’ll be gentle” he murmured as he pulled out of her and lifted her off of the ruined sheets. She groaned at the empty feeling and held onto his hand with her own as he brought her to the bathroom. “Bath?” He questioned and she shook her head.

“Sleep” she mumbled and he nodded. He grabbed the wipes and got her as clean as he could before doing himself, not once putting her down.

He paused at the state of his bed and instead carried her to the guest room next door. He kept her right against his bare chest as he laid with her beneath the covers and kissed her head so much his lips hurt.

Her eyes had closed earlier than he realised as he held her dearly and whispered to her resting body. Just sweet nothings and true promises. Things she would hear many times over and experience in the future.

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keen-li · 7 months

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Is there gonna be a part 3 for renegade? Please make a part 3. I’m just curious if reader is gonna accept Jungkook. And if she does if Jungkook is going to be a good dad. Also Your writing is really good! Glad I found this.

(I understand if u don’t wanna make a part 3🥲)

Part 3

Thank you so much 😊 I'm gonna make a part 4 cause I didn't want this to be very long. I hope you like it.

Maybe it's your tiredness or the lack of energy but you allow jungkook to hold your child. You didn't want to argue honestly, isn't this what you wanted anyways. You watch as jungkook holds his baby in his arms, he identifies all his features and laughs warmly at her. Before you let him do skin to skin you made sure he'd showered.

"I'm clean y/n. Why would I come see my baby dirty" you laugh and nod. Its true he must've showered well before coming here cause you can barely smell his usual chemical smell. You appreciate the fact that he did take the time to do that for you, or for the baby.

"How did you even know it was a girl or that i was here?" You say looking cautiously at him as he places the baby in to sleep.

He chuckles deciding to sit next to you on the bed. You allow him to not wanting to ruin this moment.

"Does it matter?" He reaches to touch your hand and when he does all the feelings you've tried to suppress flood back. Your really getting vulnerable now.

"What matters is that I'm here and I care now." Normally you'd scoff at that and chase him away, that's what you should do. But you don't, you really want jungkook. You're not sure if him coming here means he's gonna change, you doubt he's capable of change.

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Ever since you've been back from the hospital, jungkook seems a little different, a lot different actually. He's been around more and even gives you money for you and the baby. Money was never a problem for him, so you wonder why he was so harsh about not having a child. Over the five months of your baby's life he's been with you to all the doctor's appointments. He'd even proudly tell the doctor that he was the father, and it'd always put a smile on your face which he'd smile to.

"Y/n you're seriously going to let this man into you and your child's life." Hobi, your best friend and the only person who knows about jungkook, says strictly to you.

You roll your eyes and he scoffs at that.

"He's the father, you want me to shut him out"

"He's a junky who's never gonna change"

"Don't say that. He's changing" you defend jungkook. You always had to bust your ass defending jungkook in front of hobi.

"Changing? Are you fucking delirious." You're taken aback by his language. He never yells like this but you're frustrating him.

"Language" you say pointing to your almost year old.

"Im sorry" hobi says finally calming down. You understand where he's coming from. Hes been there for you during this pregnancy when jungkook was not and it hurts him to see you going back to a road that's bad for you.

"I'm not getting back with him" you try and reassure him.

"He's only here for her" you look at your sweet little girl playing with the toys her dad bought for her.

He's also here for you, hobi wants to say but doesn't. He can tell by the way jungkook does things that he wants to get back with you but you don't notice or maybe you do but ignored it.

....

Its been a long day at the park with yuna and her uncle. You were drained, she's honestly getting very active nowadays and you can't handle her. You're glad you've got hobi to help you though. After about two hours of playing on the swings, slides and sand box you decided it's time to go home.

Hobi carries a crying yuna as you walk back to his car.

"You want me to help you out tonight?" he says talking about yuna. He's noticed how tired you've been lately so he offers to help you with your little long haired girl. He always loved looking after yuna, his favourite and only little girl.

"It's okay, I'm taking her to her grandparents anyways for the night." Hobi nods understandingly.

"Let me drive you there then" he offers and you couldn't agree any faster.

For your night of rest, you put on some music and soak yourself in the tub with a red wine. After you're done you wear your silk night dress and throw a silk robe over it.

You're cooking yourself a steak when you hear a knock at the door. You groan, who could be bothering you now.

When you open the door you see the familiar figure of jungkook. He's in a white shirt and black jeans on. He looks so good. You were surprised he was here, he never told you he was coming like he always does. He's got a tiny little gift in his hand and a bottle of wine in the other.

"What are you doing here" you ask and can see jungkook's eyes run down your attire, you feel a little weird dressed like this in front of jungkook. So you pull your robe to cover you further. Jungkook notices and chuckles at that, as if he hasn't seen everything before.

"Uh... I came to see yuna and brought you this" he raises the wine bottle to show you.

"Well I'll take this" you say reaching for the wine bottle first then the cute little box he came with.

"Yuna isn't here though" he looks at you with a concerned look "she's at her grandparents' place" he still looks at you confused as to why she's there in the middle of the week.

"I needed a break for one night... and they gladly accepted"

"Okay, thats okay" you look at eachother not knowing what to say.

"Can I come in". You raise a brow at him "i mean you aren't going to finish that bottle by yourself"

"You'd be surprised the things I can do" you say stepping aside to let him in.

He laughs at that. He's being more kind and gentle with his actions.

"Mmm smells nice in here. what are you cooking"

"Just a steak" you say opening the oven to check on it.

"Wanna stay for dinner" You're unsure of whether you should be asking that but you ask it still.

"If that's an invitation then sure" he smiles "I always liked your cooking" he says making you blush.

"How's yuna, haven't seen her for sometime now and I'm kinda missing her" You're surprised to hear jungkook say he misses her. You'd never expect him to say those words.

"Umm she's okay, she's growing up so fast though." You straighten yourself to face jungkook who's leaning against your island.

"I know right, when you just blink she's gonna be three, then she's gonna ten then she's gonna be a teenager-"

"Okay I get it" you say stopping him "I want her to stay a little girl" you pout and jungkook smiles at that. He loved when you did that always made him wanna turn you over and-

"I think I'm done cooking so let me just take this to the table"

"I'll help you" he says happily. You don't know who this is but it's not the jungkook you know.

While having dinner you simply chat about work and personal life, nothing exciting happening in both of yours apart from yuna. Yuna's been a hot topic of your conversation. You avoid bringing up how jungkook was so negative about the pregnancy, cause you were afraid you might lose this new jungkook. You didn't want to dwell on the past only wanting to go forward. Hopefully he's truly changed.

"Let me clean up y/n. You've already cooked" you two are 'arguing' about who gets to wash the dishes. In the end jungkook wins and you don't mind him doing the dishes.

You stand leaning next to the sink watching him eyes wide open just incase he isn't washing them right.

"Why you looking at me like that" he says jokingly as he sprinkles some water on you. You flinch at the feeling and rumble some childish complaints as you wipe it off. Jungkook laughs at your child-like act as he dries his hand.

"I don't know who's my baby between you or yuna" jungkook say in a sultry voice.

You blush at that and watch as jungkook traps you between him and the island. He's so close to you you can smell the wine from him. You two have been drinking that wine all night leaving only a quarter in the bottle. Lately you haven't smelt that chemical and smoky scent in a while, did he stopped his old habits finally deciding to get clean for yuna. You aren't sure cause you haven't visited his place or investigated him to know, just hoping that he's actually clean now.

"Hm, who's my baby you or yuna" his voice is quiet and soft drawing you into him. Your body moves on its own as your back arches off the island and you're now against his crotch.

"We both are" your eyes move from his now low and dark eyes to his rosy lips which he bites and when you notice that you almost clench around nothing. Jungkook really did this to you, had you round his finger sexually.

He moves to your neck running kisses up and down your neck and all around your throat. You happily let him kiss you wherever he wants, you're not really thinking cause of how good it feels. You haven't had sex with anyone since you got pregnant with yuna and even if you didn't noticed you've been very needy. If hobi played his cards right you would have let him hit but you doubt he sees you like that.

"I've missed you so much you know" he says and the vibration from his voice sends electricity to your core. You latch onto his shirt with your hands as you moan at his kisses. His hands slowly hike up your already short night dress. Jungkook seeing you in this made him want you even more, the silk showing him your perky boobs that definitely got bigger after having yuna. Everytime he watched you breastfeed her he could feel his zip almost break from the hardness in his pants, cause you looked so good that pregnancy glow still on you even after giving birth. Sometimes at home he'd think of sucking your boobs filled with that milk that belonged to his daughter, but he was just curious on how it'd taste.

You release another needy moan as you feel his bulge grow right in front of you.

"I haven't found anyone who makes me feel like you do" he says his sweet words to draw you in and they work because you need this so much. You need him so much.

"Jungkook" you say through moans when you realise he thinks you're moaning his name instead of calling him you push him away to stop.

"What's wrong" he asks looking at you concerned.

"We shouldn't" you say thinking about it thoughtfully. Jungkook knows what you're saying.

"What? Do you have a boyfriend?" He asks so seriously and you shake your head 'no'. It's not like that would change anything for him anyways. He just wanted to know the answer.

"Then I don't see what the problem is." He places a long peck on your lips.

"Im just trying to spend some time with my baby" he kisses your lips again. It feels so good you just want more.

"Do you want this?" He asks to be sure. Even though logic says otherwise you really want jungkook. You want to feel how much he's missed you, you want him to make up for all the times he could have fucked you but didn't. You want him to make up for everything.

"Fuck I want this. I want you. I want you so bad jungkook" and by the way you say his name he knows how bad you want this. And he takes that as a yes to continue.

"Then I'll give it to you."

Immediately he connects your lips and kisses you like there's no tomorrow cause you know this happening again is not guaranteed. He lifts your body and places you on the counter. your lips are still connected as he pulls away.

"You want me to eat you out?" He asks as you're still chasing his lips. You shake your head moving your hands to unbuckle his belt, he smiles against your lips as you finally get it off and pull out his hard throbing cock.

"No I just want you" you say breathless as he agrees and pulls you closer and finally pulls off your panties which were uncomfortably sticking to your core due to how wet jungkook's got you.

It isn't long before you feel the tip of his cock glide against your folds, you spread your legs hoping jungkook would just do it already.

"Are you sure your cunt can still take me" he asks teasingly as he smirks knowing you're impatient.

"I can. I pushed out a whole baby do you think your dick can hurt me" you answer him sharply, breath still heavy waiting for some action from him. He chuckles as he slowly goes through your tight hole. You feel every inch of him, his little veins more noticeable. Has he gotten bigger or have you been needy for too long.

"Fuck you're so tight, I wouldn't even have suspected you had a baby"

"My baby" he says as he starts to move faster knocking the breath out of your lungs. You moan carelessly his name falling out of your mouth here and there.

"Shit" you curse as you grip the counter for some support. Jungkook watches your boobs bounce up and down and he can't help himself but latch onto your clothed nipple.

With the way he's thrusting into you and sucking your nipple you feel that long-time-no-see knot in your stomach. Jungkook grunts as you pull his hair, he can also feel himself nearing.

"Fuck. do you want me to cum in you" he asks raising a brow at a wrecked you.

"Please" you plead not able to formulate long sentences.

"Want me to fill you up huh" he thrusts grow faster, hungrier and the knot tightens.

"Want me to give you another baby?"

"Fuck jungkook" you can barely control your moans anymore.

"Im gonna fill you up so good. Gonna make yuna an older sister" he continues to hit the spot with his fast thrusts.

"What do you think?" He asks you but you cant give an answer.

"Hm? Baby" he presses for an answer and gives you a slap on the thigh to remind you to answer. You clench, jungkook's movements stop for a bit and he knows you're about to cum.

"Where do you want it" he askes trying to keep himself in longer.

"Inside" he hears you say and he chuckles.

"Oh, you're serious about the baby thing" no you're not. Ever since you got pregnant you decided you'd always use birth control. Even though you didn't have sex with anyone you just wanted to be safe, and birth control helped with your periods anyways so it was a plus.

Shortly you feel the knot in you snap and you're breathing heavily also feeling jungkook's seed in you. Honestly the thought of getting pregnant for jungkook is exciting but yuna's too young for it.

Jungkook rests against your neck as you both collect your breaths your hands still running through his hair.

"I missed this" he says against your skin as he rubs your thighs.

"I missed this too"

......

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maddieg0531 · 6 months

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Hugs and Kisses

Oikawa x fem!reader

Hurt/Comfort, Angst

Warnings: Creepy guy, unwanted advances, self blame, reaction that indicates past trauma, uncomfy situations

Synopsis: A guy consistently bothers you and when he pushes a little to hard, you don't know what to do with yourself.

Headcanon: Oikawa is a big physical touch person and LOVES hugs

A/N: I'm back from the dead. A few things about this story. First, writers block is real, so if this sucks, my bad. I just needed to get words on a paper (screen ?). Second, ⚠️ this story may be uncomfortable or triggering for certain audiences ⚠️ You have been warned, read at your own risk. Y/N's reaction indicates potential past trauma, so no she isn't just being dumb or dramatic. It's a real response that real people have. Anywaaaaaaaaay, I hope you enjoy! I'm working on some other things (slowly), so stay tuned!

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Dating Oikawa is weird. You and Oikawa started dating about a month ago. You have never been a popular kid. You had your friend group and you did your things just like everyone else. You figured dating him would draw a little bit of attention but not this much. As you walk down the hallway — the same hallway you have walked for two years — people stare at you. You focus your eyes on the floor and try to ignore them. You make your way to Oikawa’s locker, but your lack of attention causes you to run into someone.

“Oh I’m sorry.” You look up to see the captain of the baseball team looming over you, his muscular body way too close to you.

“It’s always a pleasure seeing you.” He winks at you with a smirk.

“Uh…” Something about his voices makes you shrink into yourself. You are about to walk away when you feel arms wrap around you. An involuntary squeak escapes your mouth.

“Gooooood morning beautiful!” A familiar voice calls as he spins you in a circle.

You turn to look at him, “Tooru! You scared me.”

“Sorry that I want to see my wonderful girlfriend.” He says placing a kiss on your forehead. His eyes drift past you to see the large captain behind you, “Oh, hey Hiroto. Sorry, did I interrupt or?”

“No. Not at all.” You quickly reply.

“Yeah, just saying hi.” Hiroto says with a begrudging tone. He passes by you, brushing your shoulder and hitting Oikawa’s.

“Man I just don’t understand him.” Oikawa says, shaking his head.

“Doesn’t matter.” You hug Oikawa, his warm embrace and sweet smell relaxing you. You let out a soft sigh, “I have to go to class.”

“But I just got here.” Oikawa pouts.

“Maybe you shouldn’t be late.” You press a kiss on his cheek, “I’ll come to practice this afternoon, okay?”

“Okay.” You laugh at Oikawa’s pouty face. He really is just a big puppy.

Grabbing the last of your stuff, you close your locker and turn to go to the gym. Standing right behind your locker door is the same guy from earlier, Hiroto.

You jump back, “Oh, uh…sorry. I didn’t see you there.” You swing your bag over your shoulder and go to walk around him, but he steps in front of you.

“Hey, if you aren’t busy, you should come to watch baseball practice.” His scratchy voice makes your brain itch.

“Yeah, uh sorry but I’m going to the gym to watch Tooru practice, so uh��maybe another time.” As you walk away, you scratch your head, trying to get off the weird feeling he gives you.

“Yeah, another time.” He calls after you.

You walk into the gym and Oikawa immediately runs and hugs you. His warm embrace immediately takes away the weird feeling from before.

“Hey, love.” He mumbles into your shoulder.

Before you can respond, you hear Iwaizumi yell, “Loserkawa, get over here and warm up!”

Oikawa looks up and pouts. You can’t help giggling at his silly reaction, “You should go warm up.”

“But I wanna hug you.” He whines.

“I appreciate that, but you are supposed to be practicing,” You give him a peck on the cheek, “I will cheer for you on the side.”

“Okay.” Oikawa sulks back over to his team to warm up. You are dating a child.

You watch Oikawa practice and every time he hits a serve he winks at you. You are trying to study, but your book just sits open, while you neglect it to watch your boyfriend show off.

Coach blows the whistle to mark the end of practice. He calls the boys over for a huddle while you pack up your unfinished homework. Oikawa runs up to you for a hug but you stick your hand out preventing him

“What??” He pouts.

“You’re sweaty. There is no way you are hugging me like that. I’ll go wait outside.” You tease. You walk outside into the cold air, a light breeze blowing pass. You shiver, wishing you had brought a jacket. Maybe you should have taken the hug, at least it would be warm.

“Hey”

You jump and turn around to see Hiroto…again. “Oh uh, hey.”

“You need a jacket?” He asks, offering his, which is also sweaty from practice.

“Um I’m good.”

“Oh, well, do you want me to walk you home. It’s kinda late.” He takes a step uncomfortably close.

You back up against the door of the gym, “I’m actually walking home with Oikawa, but uh, thanks..” You try not to sound to uncomfortable. He just stands there staring at you and you aren’t sure what to do. “Um…I’m gonna go…” You open the gym door and quickly walk back inside.

You speed walk over to Oikawa and tightly hug his arm.

“Hey, I thought you were waiting outside?” He looks over at you with slight concern.

“I got cold…” You lie, not wanting to make a big deal out of it.

“Does this mean you will hug me now?” Before you respond, he engulfs you in his sweaty arms, squeezing you tight.

“Tooru! You’re so gross!” You say that, but you really don’t mind. He makes you feel safe and warm. So for all the teasing, you still welcome the hugs.

You have had weird run ins with Hiroto for a week now. You never knew him before and now he’s everywhere. He makes you uncomfortable, but you don’t tell anyone because you don’t want to assume anything about him. It is probably just you being overly judgmental. Every time you see him, he gets more and more familiar with you. He will stand closer to you, be more forward. He has asked to walk you home several times now and you are running out of excuses.

Normally you have Oikawa as an excuse to get out of conversations, but he is really busy with preparing for his upcoming tournament. You manage to go the whole school day without running into him. Just when you think you will make it the whole day, you run into Hiroto outside the gym. (You were bringing Oikawa dinner since he would be practicing late).

“Hey, how are you?” He asks.

“I’m fine.” You respond quickly.

“What are you doing?”

“Uh, I was just giving Oikawa dinner, since he will be here late.”

“So you are staying here late into the night. That’s kind of rude of him to make you stay.” He suddenly sounds judgmental. You don’t know how to feel about it.

“No, uh he didn’t make me stay. I’m going home because I want to, not that I don’t want to stay. I would stay but I need to do homework and…” You are cut off by him laughing at you. “What’s so funny?”

“Nothing. You don’t have to be so defensive.” He lowers his voice and leans in closer, “although it is kind of cute to see you flustered.”

You feel your stomach flip at the statement, “Well, uh, I have to go now.” You slide past him and start speed walking away.

Hiroto, with his oddly long legs, catches up easily with you, “I’ll walk you home.”

“No, you don’t need to do that.” You say shakily, not making eye contact.

“Yeah I do. You can’t walk home alone. I don’t know why Oikawa would let you walk home alone. If I had a girlfriend as pretty as you, I wouldn’t let her out of my sight.”

You freeze outside the school gates, debating whether or not you’re going to stay for Oikawa’s practice. Should you go and get him? No, you can’t bother him. He is already stressed out about this tournament. You can’t be a burden.

“Um yeah, okay. I’ll see you later.” You stare at him, waiting for him to leave.

He stares back at you, “Well, lead the way.” You just look at him awkwardly, hoping he will take the hint. “Uh, earth to Y/N. Lead the way home.” He waves his hand way to close to your face.

“Why?” Is all you can think of to say.

“I can’t walk you home if you don’t walk home.”

“You don’t need to walk me home.”

“Yeah I do.”

“No you don’t.”

“You aren’t walking home alone. You let Oikawa do it, so why can’t I?”

“Because Oikawa is my boyfriend and you aren’t.”

“Clearly he isn’t a very good one.” He takes a step forward, backing you into the pillar of the school gate, “What do you see in him anyway. He is arrogant and self focused. All he cares about is volleyball.”

“That’s not true!” You pipe out, increasingly scared of his presence.

“Really? Then why isn’t he here to walk you home? Why do you always have to stay late for his practice.” He puts his hand on the brick pillar behind you and leans uncomfortably close to your face. You freeze, “We all know I would be a better boyfriend than him. I can tell you like me, so just forget about him.”

You are scared stiff, his face inches from yours. You want to push him away, scream, run, something, but you can’t move. It’s like you are paralyzed. Suddenly, he closes the gap and smashes his lips against yours. You let out a muffled scream, eyes wide and filling with tears. He pulls away with a nasty grin on his face. You stare blankly past him, unsure of what just happened.

“Since you won’t let me walk you home, I’ll leave you with that.” He winks at you and pats you on the head before walking away.

When he is out of sight you crumble to the ground and break down crying. What just happened?

You walk back to your house in tears, confused, uncomfortable, and guilty. How could you have not done anything? Why didn’t you push him away or stop him? When you get home, you immediately take a shower. You scrub yourself, trying to wash away the remnants of him. You sit in the shower drowning in tears, scrubbing so hard that you leave a rash. You end up crying yourself to sleep.

You wake up the next day, drowsy and confused. You hope it was all a dream, until you look at your arm where you left the rash. You almost start breaking down crying again, but you manage to pull yourself together. You are supposed to meet Oikawa today for coffee to study for an upcoming test. How are you supposed to face him? You let another guy kiss you and you have the audacity to casually get coffee. Your phone buzzes on your bedside table, Oikawas name flashing across the screen. You pick up and Oikawa’s smooth voice chimes through the phone, “Hey love, are you alright?” You freeze. How did he know? “We were supposed to meet for coffee at 10 right?”

You look at the time and it’s 10:15, “Oh crap.”

“It’s okay. I was just texting you and you didn’t respond, so I wanted to make sure you were awake.” You can hear his lovely smile through the phone, his comforting presence washing over you.

“I’m sorry. I just woke up. I’m on my way.” Your voice sounds hoarse and like someone who has been crying all night.

“Okay, no rush. I’ll be waiting. Love you.”

“Love you, bye.”

You jump out of bed and rush to get ready. You throw your hair up, put on some random pair of clothes, and grab an apple before running out the door. Luckily the coffee shop is in walking distance from your house, so you make it there pretty quick. You walk in the door, out of breath and see Oikawa sitting at a table in the corner. His face lights up at the sight of you. You walk over and set your backpack down with a thud.

“Morning love,” He pulls you into a big hug, “You didn’t have to run. You look like you just ran a marathon.” He laughs as you press your face against his chest. The vibration from his laugh is comforting enough to put you to sleep.

You pull back and sit down, “I’m sorry. I woke up late and I didn’t even realize. I forgot to set an alarm last night.”

Oikawa cuts you off by squeezing your hand, “Hey, it’s okay. It happens sometimes.”

You give him a half smile, still worn out from everything. He lifts his hand to cup your face, you instinctively lean into his touch. When you look at him, his face is scrunched up in concern, “Are you okay?”

“What?” You internally start freaking out. And maybe a little externally too.

“Your eyes are all puffy and you look worn down. You aren’t smiling like you usually do and your voice is quiet and hoarse, which usually means something is wrong. What happened?”

You are touched that he knows all of these things, but you feel the guilt pound away in your chest. You can’t tell him. It would crush him. But you should. But you can’t. “What, no. I’m fine.” You lie.

Oikawa is not convinced, “Hmm, okay. You don’t want to talk about it. I’ll wait until you want to.”

He is so good to you and you are so bad for him. You might just break down and cry at his gentle manner, but you don’t. He slides over a coffee cup while you take out your books, “I got your regular.” He smiles.

“Thanks, you didn’t have to.” You blush at his kindness.

“Sure I did.”

You spend a couple hours studying for your test. With each tick of the big hand, your heart drops further into guilt. There isn’t much conversation save for talking about the test. You don’t make eye contact the whole time. Oikawa’s voice was soft and his touch was gentle. He knows something is wrong but doesn’t want to pry. Once you feel relatively well prepared for the test, you immediately get up to leave. Oikawa stands with you. He opens his arms for a hug, letting you decide if you want to take it or not. You gently lean into his arms, so desperately wanting to spill your soul to him, but you can’t bring yourself to do it. So you opt to linger in his arms for a small moment

He gently pulls you close, kissing the top of your head. He whispers with the utmost care, “Whenever you want to talk, let me know. I’ll be right here.” You stand silent. “It can be 3am or two days from now. I don’t care when, but please call me, text me, talk to me. Don’t suffer through it alone.”

You nod as you reluctantly pull away from his grasp. You turn on your heel and rush out before he see’s you cry. Oikawa dejectedly watches you walk away, having already noticed the tears forming in your eyes. He can only hope that you will come and talk to him later.

You practically run back to your house, tears flooding down your face. You feel so guilty. You know it’s not your fault, but it kind of is. You didn’t push Hiroto away. You just stood there and let him kiss you. You never said no, you never rejected him. You brought this on yourself and therefore only have yourself to blame. For hours you sit in your room sobbing, overwhelmed, disgusted, and unsure of what to do. You are practically drowning in your tears when you finally can’t take it anymore. You have to do something, tell someone. You have to tell Oikawa. He will be mad and probably leave you, but it is better to rip the bandaid off than let the wound fester. Your hands are shaking as you pick up your phone to text Oikawa. You can’t bring yourself to call him.

Y/N: Can you come over?

To’ ❤️: Of course 🥰 I’ll be right over

Your eyes eventually dried, probably because you are dehydrated. You get up off your bed, the old springs squeaking as you lift your weight off of it. As you walk pass the mirror, you catch a glimpse of yourself. Your hair looks like a rats nest and there are tear stains on your cheeks. You look like a raccoon who had a really bad day. However, you don’t have the energy to do anything about it. You go downstairs and pour yourself a glass of water. Lord knows you need it. You open your fridge, hoping to find food, even though you haven’t gone to the store all week. Your stomach screams at you for only having eaten an apple today and then exerting enough energy equivalent to running a marathon. The lack of food in your fridge is almost enough to make you start crying again. As if you needed more help, you hear a soft knock on your door. You drag yourself over not wanting to open it, knowing what awaits you on the other side. Your hands shake as you reach for the door knob. You suck in a large breath and fling the door open. As you see your tall, beautiful, loving boyfriend standing there, you can’t help breaking down sobbing again. All the guilt and confusion and pain comes flooding back into you. Maybe if you didn’t drink that water you wouldn’t have started crying again. Your knees give out under the weight of your sorrow. Oikawa swiftly catches you, immediately pulling you into his arms. His heart snaps in half at the sight of you so broken.

“Hey shhh, it’s okay. I’m here now.” He whispers, tenderly lifting you off the ground. He closes the door with his foot and walks you over to the couch. Your sobs resound through the room, each one more broken than the next. Oikawa gently cups your face, “Do you want to talk about it?”

You shake your head, unable to choke out words through the tears.

“Do you want to sit here and cry?” He asks kindly.

You grab his shirt, holding on so tight your fists are white. You manage to force out some words, “N-no…I…I-I’m…sor-sorry!”

Oikawa’s face contorts in confusion, “Don’t be sorry. You can sit here and cry and I will comfort you for as long as you want.” You fervently shake your head. Oikawa does his best to decipher your gestures, “No? Do you want to talk?”

You shake your head, trying to force out words. In your effort, you start hyperventilating, everything becoming so overwhelming.

“Shhh, deep breathe in.” Oikawa breaths in, gesturing for you to follow. You manage a broken breath. “Breathe out…Breathe in…Breathe out.”

You and Oikawa do this for a few minutes (more like Oikawa does it and you try between sniffles). Once your breath has evened out, your sobs become more controllable.

“There you go,” It’s not fair that Oikawa’s voice alone can calm you down. “Now what were you trying to say?”

“I…I—“

“Deep breaths, you’ve got it.”

“I…I’m sorry.”

“You have nothing to be sorry about.” “N-no…you…you aren’t g-getting it.” Oikawa looks at you confused. “I—I….” You start hyperventilating again.

“Shhh, deep breaths. One word at a time. You?”

“I-I…I cheated on you! I’m so sorry!!! I didn’t mean to! I didn’t want to! It just happened and I don’t know how and I don’t know why I didn’t do anything. He just was there and I froze and-and—“

You have lost all control at this point. You are sobbing, rambling on and on. Your face is buried in his chest, tears drenching his shirt. He’s holding you so gently while you are gripping his shirt so hard. You are shaking and feel like you might throw up. Your head is spinning and you are confused. It’s so much that you can’t process it all. “I’m sorry! I’m so sorry! You’re so good to me and I’m so terrible for you! I don’t know why you picked me. I’m sorry. I know you probably hate me and want to leave me but please…please!…Please don’t leave.” Your voice trails off, drowned under your tears. You need him so bad. You want to look in his eyes, hear his soft voice, be held in his arms, but you can barely hold yourself up. Oikawa is probably going to leave you. He is going to drop you and walk out. You need him to say something, do something. Even if it is yelling, even if he is breaking up with you, you need to hear his voice. Suddenly, Oikawa pulls you in his lap and hugs you softly against his chest. You freeze. That’s not what you thought he was going to do. Is this his goodbye? Is this it? “I-I…” You try to say something but you just can’t.

“Shhhh, it’s okay.” His voice is so warm and comforting. You can feel his heartbeat through his chest as his scent envelopes you. “I don’t know what happened, but you are not in a good headspace to talk about it clearly. So let’s just breathe.” He takes a deep breath, you following suit. “And let’s just sit and calm down for a moment, okay?”

As he hugs you close to him, you can feel your heartbeat start to match his. Your broken sobs slowly turn into small sniffles. You sit in his arms for you don’t even know how long. Nothing was said, nothing was done. You just breathed together and existed together. You felt the exhaustion of everything hit you like a truck. You curl up small in his arms and feel yourself start to nod off into a much needed sleep.

You wake up on your couch, eyes puffy, your thoughts muddled. It’s dark outside even though it was just midday. What time is it? What happened? You were with Oikawa. You shoot upright. Did he leave you? You look around frantically. You have to apologize…you…you—

“Hey, calm down. I’m right here.” He comes around the couch from the kitchen. You feel the tension in your shoulders release at the sight of him. He sits next to you and you almost instinctively lean your head on his shoulder. But you remember, “I was…we were…talking? Crying? I was apologizing! I—“

Before you can get all lost in your thoughts, he cuts you off, “Calm down, it’s okay. You were upset and we sat and calmed down. You ended up falling asleep because you used so much energy crying. It’s been a few hours. I noticed you had no food, so I ordered some. Do you want to eat? Or do you want to talk?”

“I want to talk. I need to talk. WE need to talk.” Your eyes are wide, like a deer in headlights.

“Okay, then let’s talk. Slowly and calmly. One sentence at a time.” He settles you down a bit, knowing your tendency to ramble. “What happened.”

“I’m sorry. I cheated on you and I feel like a horrible person because you are so good to me and I just ruined it.” You can’t bear to look him in the eye.

“What happened? How did you cheat on me?” He asks with a hint of quizzical disbelief.

“Well he wouldn’t leave me alone and I tried to say no but he kept insisting and then he just, he just kept getting closer and I didn’t know what to do and then I was backed up against the pillar and then he leaned in and he-he kissed me.” You feel yourself shudder at the memory, that disgusting feeling creeping up again.

Oikawa tries to desperately hold himself together, waiting to hear the full story before going and punching a man, “Hold on. Who is ‘he’?”

“Hiroto, that guy from the baseball team.”

“And he kissed you?”

“Yes, but I didn’t do anything to stop him. I just froze when I should have shoved him or—“

“Love, this is not your fault.” His voice is light and compassionate, “He approached you, yes?”

“Yes but—“

“No ‘buts’. Just a simple yes or no. Can you do that for me love? I just want to get everything clear.”

You nod with a quiet ‘yes’.

“You did not want him to approach you?”

“No.”

“You asked him to go away and to leave you alone.”

“Well, not in those exact words, but yeah. I should have been more clear…” You stop yourself before Oikawa does.

“You in some form or fashion attempted to express that you did not want him near you, correct?”

You nod.

“However, he ignored said attempt and then cornered you and forced you to kiss him?” Oikawa’s jaw clenches tighter and tighter with each question.

“Yes…but I should have moved.” “But you couldn’t”

“I didn’t”

“You said you froze, right?”

“Yes.”

“That is a totally normal and valid response to fear. You were backed into a corner and someone—much larger than you might I add—was looming over you. He was in your personal space and violated you. He ignored your signs, ignored your fear, and HE chose to hurt you.” Anger starts seeping out of Oikawa, steam practically fuming from his ears.

“You’re angry. I’m sorry. You have every right to be mad.” You start to shrink into yourself again, tears threatening to come back out.

Oikawa realizes his mistake and immediately softens up again, “No, no. I’m mad yes, but not at you. I’m mad at him for being such a terrible person and for hurting my princess.” He pulls in his lap again, your back to his chest. He wraps his arms around you like a warm blanket, “You did nothing wrong. None of this was your fault. You are the victim here, okay? You have every right to feel hurt or upset or whatever you need to feel. You are not a horrible person. You did not cheat on me by any means. I’m not mad at you. Please don’t be mad at yourself. I love you so much and you are so wonderful and amazing and I’m so sorry you had to go through this. I’m so sorry that I wasn’t there to protect you.”

You spin around to look at him, “Don’t blame yourself, please. You didn’t know. I didn’t tell you anything. I thought he would go away, but he just kept bothering me, day after day-“

“Wait, how long has this been going on?”

“…well you remember at the beginning of the week when we randomly ran into him in the hallway?”

“Vaguely”

“Well, after that I kept running into him and he kept saying weird things and asked me to come watch his practice or if he could walk me home. I always used your practice or you walking me home as an excuse but you were so busy with practice yesterday that I couldn’t stay. And then I ran into him outside and he kept following me, insisting on walking me home and then…yeah.” You look at Oikawa, his face slowly burning red with rage.

“So he has been bothering you for a week now?”

“Yeah, but I didn’t want to say anything because I thought I was being dramatic or looking too much into it…but I guess not…are you mad that I didn’t tell you?”

Oikawa’s face softens again, “No, not at all. I’m sorry that you felt like you couldn’t tell me. You aren’t being dramatic. What he did was genuinely wrong and you are allowed to be uncomfortable or upset by it. Please if anything, anything, big or small, makes you uncomfortable or scared or upset or anything, please tell me. I want to know. I want to help you.”

You place your hand on his cheek, a soft smile poking at the corner of your mouth for the first time all day, “Thank you. That means so much.” You lean your forehead on his, “I love you so much.”

“I love you too.” He closes the gap between you, gently pressing his lips against yours, afraid of making you uncomfortable.

You melt at his touch. Just one kiss from him and all your fears and worries fall away. You wrap your arms around his neck as his arms hold you tighter around the waist. You could live in this moment forever. You break apart but keep your head leaned on his. You two just sit and bask in each other for a moment before Oikawa pulls you in for a hug. You relax into him, letting his presence melt away the ice of the past 24 hours. He gently strokes your hair, “I hope you know I’m gonna kick his ass.”

“Don’t get kicked out of school, or worse, get kicked off the volleyball team.”

He laughs at your comment, the vibration running through you, “It would be worth it for you.”

You sit up, looking at him with a smirk, “Are you saying you like me more than volleyball?”

“I can play volleyball any time with anyone. There is only one Y/N in this world,” He presses a quick kiss on your lips, “And she’s all mine.”

You blush at his flirting, “You love me. You want to kiss me. You want to hug me.”

“Mhm, so what if I do?” He smirks.

“Hmmm, I’ll allow it, but only if you bring me some food. I have only eaten and apple today and I’m starving.” Your stomach growls and you both can’t help laughing at the timing.

“Okay, anything for you, Love.” He gets up and brings over the ordered food, “But for real, we are filing a report against him.”

“No, I don’t want to make a big fuss.”

“It’s either that or I beat him to a pulp. Your choice.” He says, taking a bite of his food

“Lets do the report.” You lean your head against his shoulder, “But you would totally win.”

“You think so?” He says smirking with a mouth full of food.

“Oh yeah. Baseball has nothing on your serves.”

“Got that right,” He throws his arm around you and kisses the top of your head.

How did you get so lucky to find someone like him?

Epilogue

“Did you hear? Hiroto got expelled.”

“Yeah, I saw him leaving school today.”

“What happened?”

“I don’t know but he always made me uncomfortable.”

You hear the murmurs from your schoolmates as you walk down the hall with Oikawa, who is standing awfully tall today. “Someone looks happy.” You nudge him.

“Of course. I’m with you aren’t I.” He smirks down at you.

“Mhm, I’m sure that’s why. At least you didn’t beat him up.”

“Of course not.” He says with a sly voice.

More random voices chime around you, “Bro I saw Hiroto leaving school this morning.”

“Dude, I heard he got expelled.”

“Must have gotten in a fight” “You think?”

“Totally. He had a nasty black eye.”

You smack Oikawa on the arm, “To’ you said you wouldn’t beat him up!”

“I didn’t!” He holds his hands up in defense, “One punch doesn’t count as beating him up.” You walk away, pretending to ignore him. “Y/N wait! Come on, don’t leave me like that. He deserved it!.”

You can’t help laughing at his little pouty voice.

“I’ll make it up to you. I’ll buy you coffee.” He spins you around, giving you the biggest puppy dog eyes he can muster.

“Hmmm, a coffee and ice cream.”

“Done.” He grabs your hand happily and continues walking with you.

“Did it hurt? Did he cry?” You mutter.

“Oh yeah, big time baby.” Oikawa laughs.

You are a terrible person for laughing, but you have a pass this time around.

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♱ Odd Eye ♱ | SAGAU fanfiction|

[CW: SAGAU, cult themes, violence, imposter!creator, isekai'd reader, fem! reader. A little self indulgent.] Word count: 2.2k Author's note: please keep in mind that english is not my first language and that there may be some mistakes. I do hope that the story is coherent enough 😅.

Honestly I never ever considered the possibility because it was down from 0.001% so when it happened it surprised me, it really did. I was just laying down on the grass while looking at the clear blue sky completely flabbergasted still processing the situation, everything around me was different there was no doubt about it but what if I was actually dreaming? No, it can't be I already slapped myself to see if I was dreaming but it hurt the hell and nothing happened. Alright but what if maybe is just a lucid dream? Impossible, I already moved around a bit and normally you can't control your own body or anything that happens inside a lucid dream. I sighed before getting up on my feet once more.

What are you supposed to do after getting isekai'd? Interacting with the locals doesn't sound like a good idea, mainly because I don't know if I'm going to understand their language... In these kinds of situations I wish I had the assistance of something like great sage but I guess I wasn't lucky enough to gain a skill like that. I was so absorbed into my thoughts that I didn't realized that I got close to the borders of a city and it wasn't until I looked up from the ground that I noticed how familiar that city looked, I could never forget it... Mondstadt the city of freedom. Then I finally understood that I was in Teyvat.

Oh! Then entering the city might not be a good idea after all, what if I were to be stuck in this whole creator imposter situation? ... Yeah that's not going to happen absolutely not, so I drifted away to the path that led towards Springvale and if I kept following the route that I remember I could perfectly arrive at Dvalin's lair, yep that sounded pretty much safe. I did my best to hide from any person that I could find alongside the path because I didn't wanted to grab undesirable attention that might end up making me have to run away and to be honest my stamina sucks. Right! I forgot that I have bad stamina so is probably going to take me a while to get where I plan to go quickly.

I decided to stop when I entered to Wolvendom, noticing almost immediately that just a couple of steps from where I was, it was Boreas lair. I sat on the ground taking my time to catch my breath as I glanced at my surroundings, there was really no point of comparation between what was shown in the game versus the actual thing. I closed my eyes for a bit trying to catch the sound of the nature as almost no one dared to wander around the wolves territory, then the sound of footsteps startled me making me get up really quick ready to run away.

"There's no doubt, I could never mistake this scent, for is the one that belongs to the mighty creator."

I heard a voice speaking almost immediately recognizing it as Boreas voice.

"Yes, the smell.. It's Lupical."

Another voice spoke and by the lack on their vocabulary it was easy to deduce who it was: Razor.

"Creator? I'm just an ordinary traveler, I was just passing by and... I was about to leave, yes!. If you excuse me, I'll take my leave now."

I said trying not to sound nervous as I stepped back and turned away ready to leave.

But the young boy was more faster than me and he quickly blocked my path by standing in front of me.

"Lupical don't leave. Lupical can stay. Razor knows, the smell and the right eye."

He said and I blinked a little confused. Right eye? What does that mean?, in the end I decided to stay with them but just for a little.

"Alright, I'll stay with you guys." I said and Razor's eyes shined with happiness. "But only a little, I don't want to bother you guys too much."

What in the beginning was only meant to be a quick-stay ended up in a more than a month stay, every time I intended to leave Razor stopped me pleading me with staying a little bit more so in the end I obliged and stayed. But as time was passing by I started to get this feeling of uneasiness, because I soon noticed that the patrols of the Knights of Favonius were starting to come to Wolvendom more frequently like they were searching for something... or someone in particular.

It was only a matter of time before even the Acting Grand Master of the Knights, ended up coming and not greeting me in a friendly way like my instincts were telling me. It seemed that Razor was doing his best to keep the knights away from getting too much close to Boreas lair but the efforts seemed to get more ineffective with the passing of the days. I needed to come up with a strategy for the worst-case scenario: that the imposter alternative universe was an actual thing and if it's truly like this... escaping was meant to be difficult and negotiating wasn't going to be on the table.

If I put at use the variable that, I'm the truly the creator, then there are a few more variations that I would need to include. First, in case that a = me has x = a power I would need to figure out x to see if I could get a chance in scaping from f, the knights, and have a 0.01% of chances of surviving. The game changing is if x is or not a power that would allow me to get away without getting harmed, if it ends up being something useless I'm not going to make it alive and would die at the hands of the super duper loyal acolytes of the fake creator. But how do I figure out if I have powers? Do I just do random gestures to see if something happens? Well I guess that's better than just not doing anything at all.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, concentrating on feeling any possible sign of a flow of elemental energy running inside of me. But as much as I tried I couldn't feel anything, maybe I didn't have any powers... no, wait; it's too early to give up come on, think! Then I remembered something, according to Hinduism the human body has seven main circles of energy, the chakras and these often can get blocked and misaligned... maybe I cannot feel the flow of elemental energy because my emotions are blocking everything.

Normally one would start with the one at the base of the spine, but for now let's try to unblock the chakra that corresponds to air, or in this world, anemo. Anahata, the heart chakra that it's associated with the air element - located at the center of the chest; it deals with feelings such as love, compassion, emotional security, forgiveness and kindness. But, it tends to get blocked by one particular emotion: grief; so I took a deep breath concentrating once more in finding what was the grief that kept my heart chakra closed. After finding it, I needed to let it go and forgive so the pain would go away freeing not only my heart but also allowing the anemo energy to flow inside of me.

Then, I finally started to feel it and I imagined a wind current lifting me up so, when I opened my eyes I found myself floating in the air high up above Wolvendom. Upon seeing everything on the ground from so high in the sky and feeling how the wind softly kept me up from falling I understood why air was the element of freedom; it was as the imaginary shackles that kept me tied to the ground had suddenly disappeared. Then I slowly started to descend to the ground, it was as if the wind was holding me with care and when my feet touched the ground my body felt more light than before.

Now, if I can fly then I should be able to escape if things get messy. Though, for the next two months I kept practicing levitation and a little bit of flying secretly awaiting my signal to leave in other words the Knights of Favonius arrival to Boreas lair. I honestly don't have the desire to hurt anyone but if it means that I can guarantee my freedom and survival, I'll do whatever it takes to achieve that... even if it means taking extreme measures.

After a while without them appearing I initially thought that they might have just gave up but when I saw Razor running inside of Boras lair as fast as his legs allowed him I knew that they finally arrived. As I predicted Jean was leading the party that came to face me, of course between all the faces there I saw Kaeya too but the one who surprised me the most was Lisa... because she usually never got involved in things of these matters. I stood up from where I was sitting and put myself in front of Razor in a protecting manner, he was breathless and glanced up at me with a face that was saying that he should be the one doing that and not me.

Jean looked at me and without her saying a word I understood... for them I'm an imposter.

"I see, so the reports are true. There's someone who is trying to impersonate our holy creator, taking her face is enough of a blasphemy but affirming to be her is even worse."

She said.

"That's not true. Lupical does not lie. Razor knows, it's creator."

Razor said in an attempt to defend me from what Jean said. I gave him a glance and shaked my head.

"There's no need for you to defend me, Razor. I know it upsets you but arguing with stubborn people will lead you to a blocked road. If they want me to leave this place, I'll do as they ask."

I said softly to him. His eyes looked saddened, I knew that he was probably feeling so powerless right now but if leaving was the most peaceful answer then all I would have to do was leave. But my peaceful intentions were clearly not what they came for in the first place and I understood that when Jean drew out her sword.

"You are not going to leave, you are going to pay for your sins right here and now. Knights, seize her!"

I sighed.

"Just as I expected."

I mumbled softly before turning around to glance at Razor, I smiled warmly at him.

"Thanks for your hospitality, Razor. I hope one day we can see each other again."

After that I created a wind current that lifted me up from the ground, I floated high in the air and glanced up at where the Knights were. It probably lasted about a second but my eyes never let the eyes of the people gathered in there, after that my body went higher and I left my body be guided by wind. Soon I left Wolvendom behind, the wind currents slowly were guiding me to where I first intended to go: towards Dvalin's lair.

[ Kaeya's POV ]

Right after Jean gave the order to capture the imposter, she suddenly created a wind current and lifted from the ground. As she kept going more higher she glanced up at everyone and when she did that... I don't know why but I felt a sense of familiarity. It was so strange but for a reason I felt like I had seen those eyes so many times. After that failed attempt in capturing the imposter we returned to the headquarters, there Jean summoned me and Lisa to her office so we went there. Upon entering she stayed silent for a while before starting to speak.

"That imposter... I never thought she could be able to hold elemental power. It seems that she has an anemo vision that's the only explanation at why she used the power of the wind to fly and upon hearing what she said it seemed that she already knew about our plan of capturing her. If only we could have arrived way sooner maybe we could have captured her by surprise. Lisa, where do you think the imposter left to?"

Lisa stayed silent for a bit.

"I'm not completely sure but the direction seemed to be towards the Stormterror's lair."

Jean huffed. That was quite the difficult place to get access to.

"Without mentioning Dvalin himself, that place is infested of hilichurls and Abyss mages. It seems we are going to be unable to move without a proper strategy, Acting Grand Master."

I commented. And Jean rubbed her temples, she knew that I was right so even if we wanted to go right now we couldn't do that. It was going to take some time before we could be able to chase her clue and even so... Why do I still keep thinking about her? Why does her eyes look ... so oddly familiar to me?

To be continued.

#self aware au #genshin impact #sagau #sagau fanfiction #fem reader #odd eye fic✨#genshin self aware

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you-fuckin-judas · 2 years

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Young Royals : The importance of physical touch. [ P1 ]

Something I thought was so intense and important is the discussion of how Wille and Simon's relationship works, BASED on the language of physical touch.

I am a FIRM believer that both Wille AND Simon both have physical touch as their primary love language. While I agree that Simon is heavily into the words of affirmation as well, I stand by him relying on touch to display how he is feeling towards others.

Consensual Physical Touch

Something so VITAL to Wille and Simon is the agreement of touch between them, and how special that is.

Will you stay with me until I fall asleep again? [ Season 1 Episode 4 ]

This is one of my favorite moments to reference, it is a prime example of Simon expressing himself physically. He has just told Wille that he likes him as well, but in this moment, of him caressing his face and the gentle touch on his neck is when Wille really gets what Simon means, you can really see Wille react to what is actually going on. Yeah sure he SAID it but he's SHOWING it as well.

It's the way Simon is so expressive with his HANDS. If you can see what his hands are doing, odds are we know exactly how he is responding TRULY to what's going on.

Come visit me in Bjärstad sometime [ Season 1 Episode 5 ]

I almost feel like we shouldn't be here, like we shouldn't be allowed in this room with them because of how INTIMATE this moment is and how it's filmed.

Simon genuinely MELTS into Wille and his touch.

the look of consent between both of them, and how GENTLE each touch is PLUS the beautiful golden light?? ITS PERFECT.

They are genuinely so happy with each other, being in the same space. The fact that in this scene they hardly EVER break physical contact with each other speaks VOLUMES.

[shout-out to the intimacy coordinator because I cried during this one I can't lie.]

You're the only person here I can talk to.

[ Season 1 Episode 5 ]

This is one of the VERY FEW times we see Wille break down emotionally in front of Simon and really let his guard down. What is the way Simon responds? Physically. Getting up and embracing him regardless of how pissed at him he is and Wille all but basically pulls Simon into his chest cavity.

If he had just tried to console him verbally it wouldn't have had the same effect, and he knows that. It's important for Simon to respond not only in his love language but Wille's as well.

Again we see here Simon trying to ground Wille back down with very gentle calculated touch. The lack of space between them, the constant communication without speaking is VITAL to the relationship they have created.

Everything just got so messed up between us. [ Season 2 Episode 4 ]

The absolute TENSION between them in this moment is crazy, because they had not let each other get this close the entire beginning of this season because they knew if they did they really wouldn't be able to control themselves.

This is almost a test for them, to see if the other is still feeling the same. When Wille said he understands Simon doesn't love him anymore, that really set shit in motion.

They are CLINGING, CLAWING at each other almost like they need each other to breathe. The motion of Simon's thumb to Wille 's jaw to continue, the hand on the back of Simon's neck to keep him from leaving?? COME ON.

Also I want to note that Simon furrows his brow during this moment, like he needed this so bad it HURTS. He's ACHING. And you can feel it, by seeing just how much they NEED the touch of each other.

what happened? [ Season 2 Episode 5 ]

I could talk about this one until I run out of oxygen because I love it THAT MUCH. This is a memory for Simon, because he's spent MULTIPLE episodes keeping Wille's sweater close, to smell and calm back down. To keep the memory of him and being close to him but now he HAS HIM right there and he is not gonna waste that moment. To really sit in that , to cling to Wille and allow the space of consensual physical touch back into the conversation.

Again, I'm gonna mention the furrowed brow here because that's something we NEVER see whenever we are dealing with Marcus. And that is extremely important and telling on how Simon feels.

[I literally could just gif the whole scene here]

They are mirroring each other, matching each other like magnets. Responding physically, with genuine passion for each other and how much the other means without SAYING it. This scene is beautiful, and the fact the camera stays OFF them when the curtains are pulled closed?

I COULD TALK ABOUT IT UNTIL MY FACE FALLS OFF.

I will be doing another post on unwanted touch because that is VERY important as well.

#young royals #wille simon #wilmon #simon eriksson #omar rudberg #edvin ryding #young royals discussion #young royals season 2 #young royals edit #physical touch #prince wilhelm #wilhelm yr #simon yr #young royals analysis

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hisui-dreamer · 1 year

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I saw the recent request from skinny lector, I loved it, I felt identified, idk if it's not much, I could request the same but with my favs lilia, jamil, vil and rook, when skinny lector fem would like to be more voluptuous (like more curves kdjsj) but because of her metabolism she can't gain weight and this frustrates her :(( , tenks ૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ♡

his unwavering support

Characters: Lilia, Jamil, Vil, Rook

Synopsis: Your body's metabolism can be frustrating, but at least he's right here to support you.

Tags: body image issues, comfort, fluff, bot proofread

Word count: 813

Notes: as always, i hope everyone can be happy and comfortable in their own skin and body!

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he thinks it's a human thing, but he's very supportive nonetheless

he finds you perfect in all ways, and really it's your spirit that has captivated him

but he'd encourage you to be what you want to be

this old fae is just happy to see you happy

and he's extra ready to help you by making sure you're eating enough nutrients of course!

he's raised silver, and now he'll take good care of you too!

but the recipes always seen rather lacking...

no worries, he'll just add more nutrients!

don't pay heed to the ominous smell and colour, it's totally not edible!

yeahh maybe you shouldn't let him make food for you

still he'll be all the more willing to support you

he'll pop in at random hours of the day to see if you're hungry, and thankfully he'll give you ready made snacks

just, for your sake, don't eat his cooking

"Beastie! There you are." Lilia rushes up to you with a basket in hand. "I have prepared a dish for us to share. Please, do give it a try. I promise it's not as bad as it looks," he beams, but the less than pleasant smell is more than enough for you to doubt his words.

Jamil is very understanding and supportive of your insecurities

he truly loves you for who you are, and he couldn't be more grateful that you love him

but he understands that's just how insecurities work and he'd try his best to help you

he's a great listener, so he's always here to lend you an ear if you feel the need to rant

ever the practical and mindful thinker, he'd also offer practical advice on, life habits, diets, and even self-confidence tips

if you like his cooking, he's all the more willing to cook for you

always extends an invitation to you to kalim's banquets

and he makes sure to save a portion for you to eat later, so when you eventually get hungry, he can easily heat it up and serve it to you

keeps snacks on him at all times just in case you're suddenly hungry

all in all, he’s very accommodating and he’ll adapt to your every need

"Ya amar, is the food to your liking?" Jamil asks, reaching over with a napkin to gently wipe your cheek of sauce. At your nod, he smiles contentedly. "I'm glad, take your time and eat slowly, there's plently more left." He says as he starts eating his own plate.

he understands what it feels like to want to change yoruself

he himself has worked incredibly hard to achieve his own desired physique

but definitely emphasizes self-acceptance and confidence regardless of physical appearance

he'll love you regardless for who you are, even better when you're happy and confident in your own skin

he'll encourage you to work hard towards your goals

makes use of his knowledge on diets and nutrition, high protein smoothies!

once you've set yourself realistic goals, he'll be there every step of the way to make sure you're not slacking off

beware, he's a strict coach once he's invested

when he sees you in school, he'll chastise you on eating your meals and staying hydrated properly

you will not hurt your body to pursue your ideals, absolutely not on his watch

he'll sprinkle in bits of affection here and there to keep you motivated, so keep at it!

"Darling, I don't want you to feel like you have to change yourself. You are perfect just the way you are," Vil says, before laying a sweet peck on your forehead. "No one else would ever be worthy of being my lover, please know that." His breath tickles your forehead.

Rook finds beauty in anything and everything, but he can't deny he has a bias towards you

he'll genuinely be confused, but he's careful about asking you to elaborate your insecurities

he would never want to hurt your feelings

he definitely he waxes poetry about your beauty

he can be a little bit dramatic, but he means well

but man, he could go on for days about how your smile sends butterflies to his stomach

it's kind of a, he won't shut up about it so you'll have to accept his compliments

all the while, he’ll still support you whenever you need though

he understands that this is what you want, and he’ll be there for you every step of the way

literally

stalking showing up randomly throughout the day to make sure his beloved is doing well

your huntsman is… very devoted

"Mon chou, you are beautiful just the way you are. Beauty is not just about shape or size. It's the inner essence that makes a person shine. I am fascinated by everything that you are, and I hope that you can find the same joy within yourself. Je suis là pour toi, toujours."

Part 1 ✧ Masterlist

if you liked this post, don't forget to reblog!

#twstnexus #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #disney twisted wonderland #lilia vanrouge #lilia vanrouge x reader #twisted wonderland lilia #jamil viper #jamil viper x reader #twisted wonderland jamil #vil schoenheit #vil schoenheit x reader #twisted wonderland vil #rook hunt #rook hunt x reader #twisted wonderland rook

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A Qrow's nest Prologue 1

I wanted to make something without Jaune for once. I think that should be alright.

Cinder: *thinking while being "punished"* "The Madame is mad again. I don't understand, i did everything she asked of me. Why is she hurting me? What did i do wrong?"

The Madame: My daughter's told me you tried stealing food from the cuisine.

Cinder: *weakly* I didn't do it... I was on guest duty all day Ma- *get shocked* GHAAA!

The Madame: *snearing at Cinder* You dare imply that MY daughters are liars!?

The sisters: *giggling*

The Madame: *sigh* What will i do with you? You can't do anything correctly and you keep talking back. Maybe i should get rid of you?

Cinder: *panic in her eyes* Please! I-i'll be better! I'm sorry! I'll never steal again i promise!

The Madame: *rolling her eyes* Then go back to your duty and if i hear you did anything wrong again...

Cinder: *fear* Y-yes Madame!

The Madame: We got a guest that just arrived. A huntsman who smells of cheap alcohol. Do get him to his chamber as fast as possible so he doesn't ruin our precious image. You are also forbidden to eat until tomorrow, is that clear?

Cinder: Y-yes!

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Qrow: *on his scroll* -yeah, i'm at the glass unicorn and- *feel a tug on his cloak* old on a sec. *Turn around to see a little girl* ... Are you lost kid?

Cinder: *shaking her head while whispering* Your room is ready...

Qrow: Wait, you work here? It's already 9pm, shouldn't you be sleeping?

Cinder: *tugging again* ... Your room is ready...

Qrow: *understanding something wrong is going on and playing along* Fine. Show me the way kid.

As Cinder and Qrow walked to the chamber, he couldn't help but notice how frail she was. The poor girl seemed malnourished. And that collar, he could see the burn mark all around her neck.

Cinder: *showing his room* Number 237. *Give him the key* I shall leave you for the night. *Begin to leave*

Qrow: *Taking a decision* Hey kid, can you bring food to this room? I heard the food was really good.

Cinder: *stomach growling but still ignored* I'll be back in a few short minutes.

Qrow: And since i don't know what to take, i'll trust you with the choice. *Seeing her panic* Don't worry, i'm not picky.

Cinder: *slowly acquiescing then leaving*

Qrow: ... Fuck, i think i might need to call James for that... But then again... *Smiling* what a little bit of bad luck could help getting her out of here?

10 minutes pass

Cinder: *knocking at the door* Mister? I brought you what you asked.

Qrow: *sitting on the bed* You can enter. I'm doing maintenance on my weapon so could you be a dear and put it on the table?

Cinder: ... *Slowly open the door with enough food for 3*

Qrow: *laughing* Kid, i wasn't that hungry! But thanks for the selection.

Cinder: *panicking* W-what? Oh, oh no, oh no no no! I'm so sorry mister! I wasn't sure what you'd like and-

Qrow: What about you take some? I don't mind. *Look at the most juicy steak he ever saw in his life* I'm not a beef guy, so you can take it.

Cinder: ... I can't.

Qrow: ? Why?

Cinder: The madame said i... I wasn't allowed to eat until tomorrow...

Qrow: *sigh* Kid, be frank with me. Does the owner hurt you?

Cinder: *almost crying but forcing a smile in her face like the madame asked of her* N-no! I'm happy to be an employee of the glass unicorn!

Qrow: ... *Put his weapon aside and approach Cinder* Kid *kneeling down to be at her level* You don't have to lie to me. I'm a huntsman, i'm the hero that save the day. I just need you to tell me; does she hurt you?

Cinder: *unable to keep her smile, she's now crying* I just want to be useful! She always punishes me! I can't take it anymore, i can't!

Qrow: *hugging her gently* It's okay kid, everything will be fine now.

Cinder: *continue crying*

???: What is the meaning of this!?

Qrow: *turning around to see the madame* I saw the burning mark on her neck and her lack of nutrition. I saw how bad you treated her!

The madame: *smirking* And what can you do? You have no power over me, huntsman. I have a lot of very powerful friends. And you! *Point at Cinder* I see i wasn't hard enough on you. I see now i should have used the whip inste-

Qrow: THAT'S ENOUGH! *Punch the Madame in the face, knocking her out* Fucking bitch! *Turn to cinder who's in shock, having difficulty breathing* Hey, hey! Look at me! *Kneel back at her* You are safe, ok? I won't let her touch a single hair of your head, ok? Take some deep breath, ok?

Cinder: *takes deeps breath, calming down a bit*

Qrow: That's it, you are alright. *Take his scroll out, calling someone* Come on you cunt...

Raven: *answering* Well well well, if it isn't my brother who-

Qrow: Raven, i need your help right now or next time you see me will be when you'll visit me in a cell.

Raven: *sigh* What did you do this time?

Qrow: *angry* I knocked out an Atlesian bitch who tortured a kid, now use your damn semblance before i change knocked out to volontary homicide.

Raven: Ok, chill! *Open portal* gee, and here i thought you were asking about Yang's birthday.

Qrow: *takes Cinder hand in his* I won't let you down kid, what's your name?

Cinder: C-cinder... Cinder Fall.

#rwby #rwby au #a Qrow's nest au #cinder fall #qrow branwen #raven branwen

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sehtoast · 6 months

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Latched (Homelander x OC)

18+ | 550 words | mentions of smut- no actual smut, exploring his oral and chest feeding fixations in a nonsexual aspect, nipple sucking, mentions of top surgery and nerve sensation | Fic Directory

It's not the usual blast of sunlight through the windows that rouses him, nor the irritating chirp of his alarm.

It takes Benjamin a minute to really register it, too. He feels the weight, the arm at his waist, the tickles of those soft golden locks at his collarbone– but he doesn't feel that.

He feels pressure.

There are lips locked around his nipple, suckling and tonguing at him, and he certainly knows the culprit without having to look.

He knows it's not necessarily for him; Homelander was plenty aware of his lack of feeling there. The nerve stalks to his nipples had been severed years ago when he'd had top surgery, leaving behind no more than a muted sensation- like brushing skin through thick layers of clothing. The skin around it could feel, but the nipple itself could not.

He's never been quite sure what the motivation for this was. Yes, Homelander had an oral fixation. He was a lip biter, a finger sucker, oral sex extraordinaire, and he loved kisses more than anything. But this?

This always seemed to be something different.

Sometimes it was sexual, making him harden and whimper and whine as if the act alone could make him spill.

Hell, sometimes it did.

Other times, it was nowhere near. Almost as if it were meant to be an act to soothe himself. The lack of such noises, no hand between his legs, no cock grinding against him all led to the understanding that this was one such moment of soothing.

He didn't understand it, but he'd learned to live with it– maybe even like it a little. At first, it gave him the willies– tickled that little mote of chest dysphoria in his brain, but he soon realized it wasn't like that . After realizing that it brought his Johnny comfort, however, he steadily learned to appreciate it.

Ben raises his hand from under the covers to stroke through those locks of gold. Pets the top of his undercut, scritches the base of his neck.

Homelander hums low, suckling just a little harder, arm curling just a little tighter.

He'd had a bad dream. Not quite a nightmare, but not pleasant by any stretch. He awoke and curled against Benjamin's side, and the rest…

Well, he'd been there all morning clearing his head.

Now, with those fingers in his hair…

His eyes flutter shut the rest of the way, no longer peeking underneath his lashes to catch the reflection of his act. He lets loose a soft, contented sigh, letting his tongue lull against the bud in his mouth.

He tastes his little spider, and it's the most soothing sensation in the world. Smells him, breathes in the sweet aroma of his natural scent. He lets himself dissolve into Benjamin, mind spacing until he feels as one with him, like he's melted into his lover's body and there's nothing but them.

Nothing can hurt them when they're like this. Nothing can take one from the other, nothing can come between them.

The comfort of the moment begins to take him, sleep creeping in to finally reclaim his consciousness. He knows he'll be okay. The bad things will stay away.

He knows he'll be safe.

The hand stroking his back and the flesh in his mouth all promise him.

He’ll be safe.

#homelander #homelander fanfiction #homelander x oc #antony starr #the boys #homelander smut #(tag is a technicality due to the nature of the act)#the boys fanfic #the benlander agenda

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I am still not over delinquent Deuce. And if there's still an opening, would absolutely love to have more of that! Lol maybe with some shotgunning? (I don't smoke, but it definitely looks hot)

Smoke Break

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Delinquent!Deuce Spade x GN!Reader Word Count: 1.3k+

Art by minomone on Twitter!

Ask, and you shall receive! I really like writing Delinquent!Deuce and I feel like he fits my writing style. Of course, I love straight laced Deuce too. He's... I would put him in my purse. I love him and how loyal he is... I bet even straight lace Deuce smells faintly of tobacco when you go in for a hug... I do headcanon that Deuce stress smokes cigarettes but I think weed would be something he has time from time. Ruggie definitely sells it to him haha.

SUMMARY:

It was the night of the big school anniversary. And you were finally starting to feel drained. That and you noticed Deuce slipping away from the party outdoors to make his way inside of the school building. He must be as overwhelmed as you are.

Tags: Delinquent Deuce/Shot-Gunning/Don't Do Drugs Kids

The party was supposed to last all day on campus. The anniversary of the school's founding had come around again.

As the sun melted into the horizon, it created a watercolor of pastel pinks, yellows, and oranges. A calming picture for your nerves. You were overwhelmed, overstimulated, and you needed a break. The hundreds of voices were loud and still energetic as you slipped into the school, telling Ace as you passed him that you needed to go to the bathroom. You were trusting him to keep an eye on Grim. The lack of Deuce was puzzling. You remember seeing him sneak into the school earlier. As in twenty minutes earlier. He hasn’t come back yet?

You entered the silent building; dim, dark, but not unwelcoming. The paintings greeted you silently as you passed. As you escaped the throbbing in your head caused by too many voices and music that was a notch too loud. As you walked through the silent hallways in search of a bathroom and maybe Deuce roaming around, you passed the stairs.

Stairs that smelled heavily of burnt earth and a hint of… Skunk? You weren’t oblivious to what the combined scents entailed. It made your heart pound, wondering if this was where Deuce snuck off to. Deuce Spade is an ex-delinquent, but old habits were hard to kick. This included a bad habit of sneaking off from places to stress smoke. The first time you caught him smoking has stunned you. Ace complained that he was skipping out on setting up the UnBirthday party so you offered to go and find him. And there, hidden in the maze of roses was Deuce. He was leaned against a hedge, a cigarette between his lips as he struggled to flick the flame of a lighter to life. When your eyes met it was nothing but shocked silence. You told him simply to come back since Ace was getting annoyed.

There were rumors of a student smoking on campus, but no one could pinpoint the culprit. No one suspected Deuce, being as straight laced and kind-hearted as he was. You had no reason to speak up either. It wasn’t truly hurting anyone, just the smell that lingered bothered a few students.

But not you.

The smell of tobacco and occasionally the smell of earth and skunk clung to his clothes when you would wrap him up in a hug, when you would sit beside him, and when you would stand too close. It made your heart race with excitement. You couldn’t explain why. You couldn’t understand why. You just knew it smelled like Deuce. It reminded you of Deuce.

You climbed the stairs with caution, listening to the sound of a lighter being flicked and a soft ‘come on’ following. It was definitely Deuce’s voice. As you rounded the corner, your eyes met with the ex-delinquent’s. The window behind you layered him in a thin pink film from the sky. A pastel backdrop which was a stark contrast to him doing something illegal right in front of you. The straight-laced student wore a frustrated expression, seated on the third step with a lighter tight in his gloveless hand. At his feet resting on the first step with a small baggie of crumbled up marijuana. Only a few sticky nuggets remained among the shake and yellowish-green dust. He had taken off his gloves, his blazer, and vest and left them folded neatly on the step behind him. Dressed only in his slacks, his dress-shirt, with his tie hanging loose around his shoulders.

Deuce Spade was having a smoke break.

“You scared me…” He trailed off in relief with a long sigh. The student was well aware you wouldn’t snitch on him, neither would Ace. But you could tell he favored you more. “Sorry if you came looking for me… I was a little worn out from the party.” He apologized sheepishly, pulling the game leaf blunt from his lips. It hung limp between his pointer and middle finger. Singed, but unlit. You shook your head hoping your pulse would slow down as you stood before him. “I was exhausted too… The party won’t end until midnight so I came to hide for a bit. I noticed you weren’t out there so I guessed we could hide together.” You explained as he made room for you beside him. The tips of his ears and his cheeks became splashed with red color. He seemed grateful.“Thanks for keeping me company… Do you mind if I still smoke?” He asked politely and you shook your head.

You didn’t mind at all.

Your shoulder brushed against his as he fiddled with the lighter and finally; it lit. The flame danced and you watched mesmerized as Deuce lifted the blunt to his lips. Deuce inhaled gently as the flame burned the end of the brown wrapping. “Never start smoking. It’s bad for you.” Deuce warned playfully as billowing clouds of white smoke left his mouth. The staircase smelled even stronger now as you nodded obediently to his warning. “Do… You like it?” You asked curiously, wondering what smoking would truly be like. It must not be that bad if Deuce is doing it.

He hummed, this time the smoke came out in streams through his nose. “I like that I feel less stressed. And it comes from the ground instead of a factory like cigs.” He answered with honesty, his eyes noticed you gazing at the blunt between his fingers. Deuce hesitated before leaning against you, another puff of smoke curled past the corners of his mouth as he frowned at you. “You wanna try it?” He asked curiously and quietly, leaving you with wide eyes and the thrum of your heart beating against your ear drums. “Well…” You trailed off as he slipped an arm around your waist. Your body was flush with his now as he looked down at you. His peacock green eyes scanned your expression as you felt your skin become hot.

The scent of weed and tobacco. You didn’t know why it excites you so much. A dangerous combination you shouldn’t like as much as you do. “I’ll let you try it. Just once.” He offered under a breathy whisper, and his fingers curled into your waist. You nodded again. Unable to form anything coherent or of value, nodding was all you could muster. “Open your mouth. Juuust a lil’ bit.” Deuce’s tone was smokier now, influenced by the burning blunt and you silently obeyed. Your lips parted, eyes now locked with Deuce’s as he inhaled from the blunt. A string of thick gray ash crawled its way up the brown leaf wrapper.

You swallowed back your excitement. You waited and watched for Deuce to exhale the smoke but that moment never came. You swore your heart stopped when his lips meshed with yours. A soft whimper tumbled through your throat as your mouth was filled with smoke. The flavor was nearly tasteless other than the hints of floral and mint. Your heartbeat was deafening as Deuce’s tongue clashed with yours. The slippery muscle pressed and pushed against yours as you felt your chest become tight from the smoke settling in your lungs with each drawn breath. The soft wet squish of your tongues colliding made your body feel hot. Your hands reached out and grabbed onto the front of his buttoned white shirt. The kiss deepened and you could feel a trickle of drool sliding down your chin from the messy make out. When he pulled away, his hand around your waist tightened again as you panted with him. Struggling to catch your breath.

Deuce kissed you. And you chose to mentally blame it on the weed. “See why you shouldn’t smoke? It makes you too confident.” He explained through huffs, never breaking eye contact as you shook your head. Your tongue dipped out to lick away the drool. You could still taste the floral mint. “I think I need another example.”

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If you’re up for it can we get some comfort headcanons of the Rise!turtles x GN!Reader (separate ofc) who has a bad habit of overworking themselves all the time so the turtles have to take care of them until they feel better?

Thank you!!! I love your writing sm! 🫶

Workaholic

author’s note: FINALLY ! request complete ✅☺️, i hope this was what you had in mind

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warnings: established relationships, hurt to comfort, fluff, angst, cursing, small wounds

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Raphael

Raph had been in a relationship with you for a good two years, he was used to your determination it was something he loved and admired about you most

But lately, he noticed it was becoming too much even for you. You were going to college, taking seven classes already, you had come to him wondering what he thought about you getting a job

Raph hadn’t thought too much of it, you explained your reasons wanting some spending money for Raph’s upcoming birthday, he thought it was sweet, “As long as you can fit it into your schedule I don’t see why not,” he had encouraged you since you seemed so excited at the prospect

He saw you less often but the two of you made up quality time with a bunch of text messages, phone calls, and FaceTime calls

Suddenly those stopped happening too… Raph would send texts, and wait hours before you would respond. You’d always apologize for the wait but it seemed to him that the reoccurring excuse was work

He eventually found out that you hadn’t stopped at just one job, but had gotten two more jobs! Three in total on top of all the school work you had?! Raphael didn’t think it was healthy especially when you didn’t need to work so hard

“Y/n can I meet up with you, it’s important” Raph spoke into his phone getting ready to leave the lair to go talk to you in person. He needed you to see how much this was affecting you, how he hadn’t seen you in forever it felt like!

“Of course, it’s been awhile huh? I just got back to my apartment!” Your voice sounded the same, the usual happy chipper that rushed out like you couldn’t wait to tell him something

When Raph knocked on your door, he heard some commotion before the door opened quickly, “Raph!” You jumped up into his arms and he smiled immediately. He had missed you so much, he took a deep breath, and one of his hands cupped the back of your head. Your hair was wet, and you smelled like your shampoo

“I missed you too,” he chuckled as he set you down and you immediately turned walking back into the apartment, Raph followed behind you, closing the door. Your apartment was a mess! This surprised him because you were usually embarrassed about even an unfolded blanket

“How’ve you been Y/n? I haven’t heard from you as much lately,” Raph watched you as you headed to your desk. “Me? Oh I’m pretty busy, but you know getting by, I’m really sorry about not texting as much,”

You started typing something on your computer as he approached he realized it was for one of your classes. “It’s not just that Y/n… why didn’t you tell me you got two more jobs?” Your hands stopped typing. Your shoulders slumping.

“I swear I wasn’t trying to keep it from you.. it just seemed like a good opportunity.. a way to keep building my resume.. I don’t know I just couldn’t say no when they offered,” you sighed and your voice finally matched how you felt.

“Y/n?” Raph touched your shoulder, he didn’t understand why you wouldn’t look at him. Slowly you faced him and his heart clenched, you looked so worn down, your face was thin and lacking its usual glow, you had dark circles around your eyes, hinting at your lack of sleep

“C’mere” Raph gruffed full of emotion. He had known it was getting bad, but seeing it in person hurt much more than he had thought possible. When you got up from your chair, it got even worse

Your nose started bleeding and you swayed from side to side, “Raph?” You said confused as his worry and concern was etched onto his features. Your hand went up to your nose and came away with blood on your fingers, “that’s not good,” you said as your body careened to the floor.

“Y/N!” Raph lunged forward, knocking down your chair to get to you before you hurt yourself further. “I’ve got you don’t worry,” he said as he held you close, carrying you to your bed.

He got tissues, cleaned up your nose and hand. Eventually the nose bleed stopped but he was still on edge. He made you a hearty meal, chicken and rice with some veggies and a tall glass of water.

As you ate he got to work washing dishes and cleaning up your apartment here and there. Each time you got up trying to help he would say, “Don’t you dare! Lay back down and get some rest I’ll be done soon,”

And he was, he came back into your room, watching as your eyes opened and closed sleepily. He got in bed next to you, “How about you put in a two weeks notice?” Raph hummed in question as you snuggled in close to his plastron. “Okay,” you yawned in agreement.

“For both jobs you got without telling me!” Raph clarified and you couldn’t help your sleepy smile. “Thank you Raph, for looking out for me,” you murmured and it warmed his heart. “Of course Y/n that’s what I’m here for” he kissed the top of your head gently as you fell asleep curled up next to him.

Leonardo

Leo had never been happier than the moment you had agreed to become his partner, literally ecstatic, though of course he was too cool to start jumping up and down like Mikey would

No he was way chiller, spending every waking moment portaling out to see you, no matter where you were, one time by accident it had been your bathroom

As soon as you saw the blue sparks behind the shower curtain you knew he was there! To which you shrieked and threw a loofah at him to “GET OUT!”

Still pretty chill… and lately Leo was portaling in on your self-assigned study sessions. “Y/n this is boringggg let’s do something fun, oh! like roller skating”

He was good on a skateboard but he could just imagine a date with you holding onto his arm as the two of went in circles, music playing in the background the both of you smiling, him cracking jokes and you laughing at every one

His eyes had stars in them as he envisioned the date from beginning to end, planning out everything and totally being down for the unexpected too

But you shook your head, “Sorry Leo, I can’t I’ve gotta do this homework” Leo huffed silently as he trudged over to your bed and fell back on it dramatically, one of these days he’d convince you to let loose a little, there was no way he would be able to wait til summer break

A week later and he portaled into your apartment, about to announce his grand entrance when he heard the worst cough in the history of coughs

“Y/n? Are you there? I think I heard a monster or something just now,” he said peering into your room to see you at your desk. You turned to him laughing slightly only to be cut off by another cough, “that would be me,” you rasped

“You sound horrible!” Leo whined in worry as he hovered over you. “Yeah I think I’ve got a cold, hopefully it passes, cause I really can’t afford to-“

Leo knew exactly what you were gonna say, “take a break” he said along with you, and you nodded at him. He sighed shaking his head. “Y/n what if this gets worse? You are only gonna hurt yourself if you don’t get some rest!”

You were still determined to study, “I’ll be okay Leo, I promise” the rest of that night had been filled with coughs, it was hard to ignore and continue to joke around whenever you sounded so sick

The next day Leo portaled in only to find you in a worsened state than yesterday. Tissues piling up on the floor, coughing even more, yet you were still at your desk. Leo gritted his teeth not liking this one bit, it hurt him to see the lack of self-care you had for yourself

He portaled back out, you not noticing with headphones blocking out the sound, if he had to guess it was probably your study playlist. He headed to a drugstore, he would need a bunch of stuff to get you feeling better

Leo bought everything he could think of, all the remedies, three cans of soup, a bunch of drinks he heard other than water, things like gatorade/powerade would boost your system, a thermometer, pain relievers, antibiotics for coughing and runny nose symptoms, a new fluffy blanket, after a couple more things he felt prepared

“Y/n!” Leo said as he portaled in, “oh hey! I was wondering when you wou-“ you stopped mid-sentence as you saw his hands full and brimming with stuff. “Ugh should’ve gotten a bag” Leo grumbled as he dropped a can of soup and it rolled away from him.

“Leo! You didn’t have to get me all of this!” You said feeling bad about how much it must’ve costed. “Shush” he reprimanded as he took your temperature first. “A HUNDRED?!” Leo hollered in fear. “Y/n you better not argue, get in bed right now, please!” Leo half begged

You listened, finally, Leo thought as he got busy, heating up one of the soups in your microwave as he handed you a water and a power drink. Then he got out the fluffy blanket, “doesn’t it feel soft?” Leo smiled as he tucked it in around you, “the softest” you agreed, your heart swelling at how much he cared

After you ate the soup, he gave you medicine and hopped in bed next to you. He sighed,“Y/n you can’t keep doing this, pushing off your health to study… it’s dangerous.” He finally said after thinking about how to word what he thought, “I’m sorry Leo, you were right,”

He smiled, “yeah this totally isn’t the time to say I told you so but… I did tell you so,” you half coughed half laughed at that. “Go to sleep my sickly, I’ll be here for you,” Leo said as he got comfortable

“Thank you Leo, you’re the best,” his ego flew up, up and away. And wouldn’t you know it, he nursed you right back to health! If he wasn’t such a badass crime-fighting turtle he’d be a doctor!

A week later Leo portaled into your room and you were excited to finally go roller skating! You were dressed in jeans and a nice shirt, ready to head out but Leo seemed off. He looked to be holding his breath and would sometimes stop talking midway… it was really weird until you heard it

*Cough* you gasped, “Leo!” He looked back at you sheepishly, “don’t worry it’s just a cough, no heavy symptoms,” he said in a hurry already trying to hold back his next cough until tears swelled in his eyes and he coughed for a second time

Shit! Leo thought as you crossed your arms, “Leonardo Hamato, get in bed! I’ll go start heating up some soup,” Leo groaned and complained about the plans and how it would be forever til you two could get back to them

“Leo don’t worry as soon as you feel better, we’ll go rollerblade the hell out of that rink,” you reassured him, “Really?” He asked with big doe eyes making you giggle, “Yes silly, I promise,”

Donatello

Donnie always thought back on when he had first left a comment under your work. He was a huge fan of your writing, he came across it while scrolling aimlessly one day and always wondered about the coincidences. How he usually didn’t read stories like yours but it had intrigued him, how he never left comments yet there he went typing out his appreciation

If he hadn’t done those things, he wondered if the two of you would’ve ever met. He thought realistically no, probably not, New York was a big city with millions in it, the fact that you just happened to be there too was an amazing feat in itself. Idealistically he thought the two of you were meant to be, so sure, if not then somewhere in the future the stars would align

After many comments, eventually private messages, and phone calls later, the two of you were going steady. You came over to the lair on most days, Donnie loved having you over, no matter what he was doing if you messaged him asking to come or mentioned thinking about coming he would immediately start cleaning

Cleaning every surface even though he and his brothers knew he was the cleanest among them, he couldn’t help it, everything had to be absolutely perfect for your arrival. “Hey Donnie!” he had one of his robotic arms from his shell hold up his phone to his ear as he continued cleaning “Hey Y/n? Are you at the manhole already?”

“No no not yet, I just wanted to give you, I guess a forewarning..” you chuckled to yourself, though Donnie’s disinfectant spray stopped spraying as soon as you said it, he didn’t understand, he waited for you to continue, “what I mean is, is it cool if I come over to write? I can’t get this idea out of my mind and-“

“OF COURSE!” this would be a first! Donnie was excited, he wanted to pick your brain, ask you about the thought process and where you started when story building. Cleaning forgone as he grabbed the phone with his own hand. “Awesome! I just didn’t want to ruin any plans if you had any,” you said, he heard honking and cars flying by in the background

“Nope, no plans! I can work on a few projects I’ve yet to get to while you write,” he said happily, and he could practically hear the smile in your voice, “Sounds lovely! I’ll be there in a few!”

You surprised him with his favorite pizza! Donnie kissed you on your cheek for your thoughtfulness and protected each and every last slice with his life, keeping it away from his brothers, even as you said you didn’t mind sharing, Donnie surely did, it was his pizza that you bought for him

The two of you worked late into the night once settled in with full bellies, when Donnie checked the time he couldn’t believe it, 6 a.m.? And you didn’t even look tired! Donnie yawned as he put down a tool and stretched in his rolling chair, “I think I’m gonna call it a night!” He groaned as he got up heading towards his bed

“Okay! I’ll be there in one moment just gotta find a stopping point,” you were really concentrated on your work Donnie noted, as you didn’t even look up when speaking. “Alright well don’t take too long, it’s pretty late” he commented again and watched you slowly nod

He fell into bed, and before he knew it he was falling asleep, to the sound of you typing in the distance..

Donnie woke up with a start, eyes shot open as his hand reached out feeling for you, he turned over feeling deflated, had you left? Without a goodbye? Without a kiss? He thought this was a first… one he didn’t really like

Then he heard it, fingers typing at an incredible speed. “Oh no,” he said under his breath as he rolled out of bed. Walking into the lab to see your hunched figure over your computer. “Y/n…” Donnie said slowly

“I’m coming I’m coming,” you said not looking up from your screen. As if hours hadn’t already passed. Donnie walked behind you, and grabbed the rolling chair he had made perfectly to your specs. Pulling you away from the table, away from your computer.

“Donnie!” You said in surprise and he twirled the chair to face him. His mouth dropped open as he saw the state of your eyes, you had beautiful (your eye color) eyes. They looked red and puffy, he thought to himself how irritated they must feel, you blinked a couple of times your eyes trying to adjust to something other than your screen lighting

“Y/n, you never came to bed, it’s 1 in the afternoon,” he said softly. It was your turn to look surprised, “but I think a more pressing matter, is how long you’ve been awake… your eyes shouldn’t be this red after just one sleepless night,”

You sighed, he was too smart for his own good, or maybe it was for your benefit. But you felt horrible to have been caught like this, “it’s been a couple of days,” you admitted and Donnie’s eyes bugged out. “How come last night your eyes weren’t as red?” He questioned you but already had a guess

“Eye drops,” you muttered embarrassed. Donnie shook his head as he crouched down. Putting his hands on your knees and rubbed them. “Y/n that’s not very safe, if you deprive yourself of sleep the effects can be devastating,” he could list at least 20 bad things that could happen off the top of his head but kept it to himself, you already looked pretty upset

“I know… I just sometimes when you’re writing and in a groove it’s hard to stop. Especially since I had that writer’s block. I don’t want to stop and not be able to get back into it,” words were pouring out of you and as much as it physically hurt at the moment, tears started streaming down your face

“I understand, but I don’t think it’s worth it,” Donnie said one hand reaching up to wipe away the tears. “You need to sleep, and if you get writer’s block I’ll be there to get you through it,” you gave him a teary-eyed smile and he picked you up bridal style.

He laid you down gingerly and as he turned away to go grab another blanket your hand reached out holding onto one of his arms, “can you stay with me until I fall asleep?” even as you said it your eyes looked so heavy, it was a matter of seconds before you would pass out

Donnie chuckled, “of course” not mentioning how he would’ve been right back. He got into bed next to you and you cuddled close, kissing him on his neck sweetly, “thanks for this,” you murmured into him. Donnie felt his cheeks flush warm, “only for you,” he said softly as you fell asleep.

Michelangelo

Mikey sighed as he looked at his phone. Refreshing it once, twice, three times a charm? Nope. No new messages. He sighed again, louder this time. He felt lonely, he had his brothers of course but that wasn’t the company he was seeking

Ever since you had gotten this job, you had less and less free time, until one day it was completely gone. He felt like he only ever got a good morning and a good night message from you and it hurt

He hoped it was only because of the job and not the two of you drifting apart and as soon as the thought came into his mind he whimpered

No never the two of you were inseparable! He reminded himself, not letting his mind take a dark turn when you were the brightest light in his life, you were perfect, you worked so hard for everything you got in life, Mikey couldn’t be more proud

He boasted all of your achievements to his brothers, to April, and to Pops! Even the petty criminals when they were all tied up, with the sirens blaring in the distance

Mikey sighed again as he refreshed just one more time, hoping against all hope. Nothing! His frown deepened, what should he do? He was getting worried! It couldn’t be healthy to be working so hard for so long! Didn’t your bosses see that?

“I’m heading out!” Mikey called out to no one in particular, a few acknowledgments came from different sources throughout the lair and he climbed up the ladder to the surface. He’d just go check in at your job, make sure everything was okay, one could never be too careful in New York!

It looked to be a hectic day at the adoption facility. Animals of of all kinds being brought in and out by humans and mutants alike. Mikey walked up to the counter, clearing his throat as he asked, “Is Y/n in today?” He gave the person across the counter a big smile

“Y/n? They just left a few minutes ago!” Mikey looked back at them as if they had just said something in another language. “Really? Ah okay thanks!” He quickly left, pulling out his phone to call you.

On the third ring he groaned, you weren’t picking up! His worry was increasing, he hoped you had made it back to your home by now as he dashed down the sidewalk to your place. He had to call out apologizes as he pushed past others or turned a corner and almost ran into somone

He rang your doorbell twice as he leaned down holding onto his knees. He had ran the whole way there! Mikey was becoming impatient and started knocking on the door calling out your name. “It’s Mikey!” He added on just in case you maybe forgot his voice (it hadn’t been that long)

The door opened suddenly and Mikey looked down to breath a sigh of relief, you were here and not still out on the street possibly in danger! But that was as far as his relief went because as you opened the door wider Mikey saw long gashes along your arms

“What happened!” He asked immediately grabbing at your arms to have a closer look. They looked so painful! “We had some issues at work,” you sighed with exhaustion. Issues was an understatement Mikey thought as he turned your arm over gently only to find more horrible cuts.

“Tell me everything” Mikey prompted as he stepped into your apartment and kicked the door shut with his heel. You explained how a coworker of yours hadn’t been careful enough when and a couple of animals had gotten out and started fighting. You couldn’t help yourself when you heard the commotion and went over to help them. Eventually they just let you handle the whole situation. You sighed as Mikey continued to listen

“These other cuts are from scared or vicious critters, I’m usually the one to care for those too,” Mikey frowned, “Why are you the one who has to do it?” You shrugged explaining how you never really told anyone no when they asked for help. It sounded like your coworkers weren’t the best people, to him it seemed they were taking advantage of your kindness.

It made him sad because it was hurting you, these cuts should be shared not put all on to one person! “I wonder if they’re hiring,” as the thought had passed his mind he realized he had spoken it aloud. You smiled kindly at him, “I can ask”

He wondered why he hadn’t thought of this before! It would be like hitting two birds with one stone, being able to protect you from the crazy animals while also being able to spend more time with you. It was perfect! “Alright, I’m gonna go get you some cream and bandages I’ll be right back!”

Mikey said as he let go of your arm and turned to head back to the door. Only he heard your footsteps following him, he twisted his head to look over his shoulder to see you reaching out your hand to him, “Can I come with you?” you didn’t need to explain further, he knew exactly how you felt. You had missed him just as much as he had missed you

“If you’re feeling up to it!” Mikey nodded and took your hand in his, bringing it up to his lips to kiss the back of it. You blushed at the sweet gesture. It was a quick trip to the convenience store around the corner before the two of you were back in your apartment.

You were sitting perched on the side of your bed as Mikey applied the cream, you couldn’t help but hiss a couple of times from the sting, he then wrapped up your cuts in the bandages. By the time he was done your forearms looked like a mummy’s and you couldn’t help but giggle.

Mikey smiled at the sound and sat down next to you on your bed. “Until I get the job, can you promise to be more careful?” Mikey leaned back until his shell rested against your comforter, “I was worried about you today,”

You leaned back onto the bed as well, turning your face to the side to look at him, he did the same, “I promise to be more careful,” you said sincerely not wanting him to worry anymore. Then you leaned forward quickly and gave his lips a peck, leaning back just as swiftly

“Thank you Mikey, for caring about me,” Mikey blinked in surprise, he hadn’t expected the kiss, “I’ll always care about you,” He gave you a mega watt smile as he went in for seconds, he met your lips just as you had done, quick and light

You were blushing and so was he, as the two of you continued to smile and gaze into each other’s eyes lovingly

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zooophagous · 1 year

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Strauss was a native German speaker, though there were woefully few opportunities to use it in the States (he had ceased referring to them as "the colonies" after much correcting.) It wasn't the only language he had in his repertoire that he had long since ceased using, however. Latin was a language even longer dead than he was.

But much like himself, it lived on in a newer and much evolved form. The word "Company" came to mind. 'Com' meaning 'together,' and 'Panis' meaning 'bread.' Someone you would have bread with.

He could no longer eat bread. But the vegan grilled cheese and tomato soup combo would be a fine supper for a certain lycan, if he would open the door. Strauss knocked quietly at Troy's dorm.

A muffled "go away." Came from the other side.

Strauss didn't go away. He also was too polite to simply push his way in. So he stood there and allowed the smell of hot food to permeate and the strength of his silence become defeaning. Soon he heard a grunt of annoyance and footsteps.

Troy opened the door.

"I told you to git."

"Of course. You don't mean it though. Besides, you must be hungry."

"I don't want to eat. I don't deserve to eat."

"Oh shut up."

Strauss pushed his way into the room, Troy submitted tiredly and dragged himself back to his bed, where he burrowed under a thick comforter. "I'm not coming out. I'm not eating it."

"I went through the trouble of microwaving it for you, you will eat it. Doctor's orders." He set the food down on the night stand and sank into an oversized bean bag chair.

"No."

"Why not?"

"Why not?!" Troy stuck his head out of his blanket sanctuary. "For the same reason you don't eat. Now do you understand?"

"I have begun to increase my meal intake. Do not think my own abstinence is a moral judgment on you. I am, after all, a murderer. I have no basis to pass a moral judgment on you, Troy."

"Well that makes two of us."

"What do you mean by that?"

Troy paused, but burrowed into his blankets without answering the question. Strauss was undeterred.

"Troy. What did you mean by that."

"I mean what I said." Came the muffled reply. He let the comforter fall from his head with a sigh. He eyed the container of food with sad, hungry eyes. "I never told you why I went vegan, did I?"

"No. I did not think it my place to ask. There is a story here?"

"Yeah."

Troy scooted to the edge of his bed and sat facing the vampire, but with his head down staring at the floor. Strauss didn't mind a lack of eye contact, at least.

"You know how you told me you don't eat very much because you're afraid of feeding bad urges?"

"Yes."

"Well. This is sort of related to that. I already told you things were difficult in high school. I was adopted, which already makes you feel like the odd one out. And on top of that I'm gay. I know you don't have much of a frame of reference for this, but rural Minnesota in the early 2000's wasn't necessarily what you'd call a beacon of love and acceptance."

"You were mistreated by your peers?"

"Relentlessly." He sighed. "Every dumb chucklefuck with something to prove would try to pick on me. They'd make fun of me for being fat, not realizing that I'm also just big in general and could pretty easily take most of them. Usually it didn't get physical but there was this one guy."

Troy's voice cracked along with his face, contorting into a deep pained grimace. He inhaled sharply as he continued.

"When I was in my last year of high school this one guy, Derek, thought he'd get the courage to make an example of me. He tried. He nearly succeeded. He was about the only guy in the school almost as big as me. He took me by surprise when I was walking home and we started fighting in this ditch."

"I get the feeling Derek did not win this fight."

"He didn't win. He also didn't survive." Troy swallowed hard.

"I thought he was winning, at first. My heart felt like it was going to explode, and my whole body hurt like a mother fucker. I thought I was dying. I know now I was just...waking up. I wasn't really all there for the rest of the fight. I don't remember a thing before waking up naked and covered in blood in the shelter belt behind my parent's farm. I thought it was MY blood."

He chuckled nervously though tears had begun to fall. "I got cleaned up and waited for my folks to come home to tell them I'd been jumped. I didn't really find any major injuries on myself so I decided not to try and go to the hospital on my own. They were really late coming home that day. Said they had to stop and wait for the cops to let them drive through. Said something bad happened on the road."

Strauss tilted his head. "I understand. The trauma induced your very first shift."

"Yeah. I started losing. I shifted. And I... Strauss, I mauled him. He was so badly torn up that they couldn't even have a real funeral."

"What did you do? Were you a suspect?"

"No. Officially this was the work of an animal attack, and at the time nobody knew what that animal was. Not even me. But what makes me sick to my stomach is that someone blabbed some of the gritty details about what happened after his autopsy was finished. And come to find out not only did I kill him, Strauss..." Troy solemnly looked up to face his friend, his eyes red and watery.

"I ate him."

"I see." Strauss sat quietly for a moment. "I do suppose flesh of any kind might be difficult to stomach, after that. You are perhaps lucky you did not develop a prion disease."

"Not only the disgust. There's this notion about animals, see, that old timers on farms have. It's that if a dog or other animal gets a taste for blood, a taste of raw meat, they get obsessed with it and they don't ever stop killing after that. I stopped eating meat, any meat, trying to starve the wolf. Trying to make sure it didn't come back. And if it did, it would come back weak and docile and too slow and shabby to kill someone again."

"Obviously, it does not work."

"But it did! Sort of! I mean, I haven't killed or seriously hurt ANYONE since that day. And I've had some close calls. Sure the institute helps, but do I really want to take any chances with my diet? But now I've gone off the deep end again. You couldn't even stop me, and you were one of the people on my treatment plan!"

He yelled, and put his hands on his head. "So now I'm taking a page out of your book. I'm just going to stick to a bare bones ration. I'll be too weak to shift, and if I shift I'll be too weak to fight. It's safer."

"No. I simply will not allow it."

"Make me."

"Troy." Strauss stood up. "For one, it sounds as if, even unintentionally, you acted primarily in defense of your own life. Such is the right of any living thing on this planet- to preserve that limited gift against an attacker by any means necessary. For another, if the options are to have you here in front of me or to have a cruel, violent dullard; I will pick you every time."

"You don't know, though. Maybe you would have liked Derek. Maybe he would have matured into something better than what he was. Maybe I robbed the world of someone who could have helped save it."

"He wasn't doing a very good job. And if he had succeeded, he would have a difficult time learning and growing in prison. The world was going to lose him one way or another. Perhaps if he went to meet God, you did him a favor by sending him to the afterlife without the stain of murder on his hands."

"I thought you didn't believe in God." Troy snorted.

"Not believing in and hating are two separate things." He folded his claws neatly. "Truthfully Troy, he sounds like someone I would have also consumed. But, myself with much more guilt than you, because I would have torn him apart and had my fill while lucid and sapient."

"Listen to you talk so big. Aren't you supposed to be "harmless" according to the institute?"

"Formerly harmless. If you remember correctly, I was technically arrested by the Van Helsings under a charge of murder."

"Yeah but didn't that guy have it coming?"

"Exactly. See? I knew you'd get there. Now, come out and eat your sandwich. Please."

"I still don't know if I want to. Even if it is vegan."

"Yes... I often have had some trepidation about consuming blood, even when given to me freely. I have had to learn to accept it as a gift and swallow it along with my feelings. This... "grilled cheese" is my gift to you."

"You're really going to make me eat this, aren't you?"

"Yes. Unfortunately, you cannot undo the harm done to others by harming yourself. Believe me, I have had eons of trying."

"Fine. But on one condition. You hang out with me and chat while I eat it."

"Chatting I can do."

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