#that was what ruined me more than anything in a way i can't possibly put to words

[sublimecatgalaxy]

Helping Hand- Part 2

Pairing: Elliot (Euphoria) x Reader

Summary: After the reader taught Elliot how to correctly please a lady, her mind spins elsewhere as to what else he's good at. With some push from her friend Jules, she decides to bring it up. Turns out, he's way more shy about it than she thought.

Warnings: Pure smut 18+, drugs, and fluff lol

Word Count: 4.3k

IMPORTANT A/N: I try to make these types of fics utterly realistic. I'm all about validation and making people reading this feel like 'wow this is so real'. I feel that fanfiction can sometimes taint viewers minds about how things like sex and relationships are truly like. It ruined my perception of it for a while. So, I introduce realistic sex and a realistic relationship between two people.

So many people requested a part 2 for Helping Hands. I was shocked but like I was definitely excited to write more lol. I'm so willing to string this series out so give me more ideas of firsts they can try. I also got a request for some sub-ish Elliot so. I listened to "State Lines" by Novo Amor while writing this and it made the experience ten times sweeter.

Giving the people what they want, here we go.

"Wait, you guys haven't fucked?" Jules scoffs, her eye wide as she stares down at me. I shake my head softly, heat rising to my cheeks as embarrassment consumes me. Rue laughs beside her, her eyes on her girlfriend as she shakes her head.

"That's surprising considering how much Elliot talks about sex." Rue adds, my eyebrows pulling together at the thought. I mean, she's kind of right about that.

Elliot wasn't shy about his sex life, both with men and women. He hadn't had sex more times than he could count on one hand but it wasn't something that he was ashamed about. It was just how it happened. But a person can know a lot about sex, like, logistically, without having copious amounts of it, right?

I wasn't going to deny the fact that, even if he didn't know what he was doing sometimes, he made up with the fact that he always knew what to say. And Rue was right, he is flirty and I think we could all consider him a pretty sexual person.

Not more than Jules, though. That's why she thinks she has the right to talk on this topic. About my boyfriend and our relationship. What she's unaware of is the fact that my boyfriend tells me everything. Including how she sucks at going down on women. Suck on that, Jules.

"We're working on it. Sometimes it just takes a little bit." I reply simply, both of the girls looking at me with a tired look.

"Yeah, but haven't you guys almost been together for like a year?" Jules asks and my heart pounds against my ribs. Who cares, Jules? I huff, my head falling forward to rest on my arms. "I mean, no shame but, don't you want to do it?" She asks curiously, my head nodding in quiet agreement.

She didn't know the half of how much I wanted to jump that boys bones.

It had been weeks since the night in Elliot's bedroom. The night that I can't seem to keep from creeping to the front of my mind at the worst times possible. Eating dinner with my family, sitting with my friends, studying, showering. The thought of him between my thighs consumed my every waking minute. Maybe it was because I had been with the wrong person all that time. But with Elliot... fuck.

I think we both would agree that his new found skill was also his new favorite past time.

I could just be laying on his bed, a book in front of me, my phone, laptop, anything. He would then be in between my thighs in moments, his voice calling out to me to put aside anything that I was doing, just so he could enjoy himself while making me enjoy myself. I had never seen a man so excited to please his girl. And he took pride in the fact that he could give me everything that no other man could.

The girls in front of me weren't aware of what went down that night, what continued to go down almost every day since then. I didn't want to tell them, their judgmental eyes making me shrink in on myself. I didn't want to feel like I had to go have sex with him just to fit their standards of when's a good time to have sex in a relationship. But the more I thought about actually doing it, going up to him and asking him, it made me excited.

Collecting my books in my arms, the girls whine loudly, knowing they made me uncomfortable. Their protests are heard from all the way across the lunchroom as I exit the room. Now it was time to game plan; what to wear and what to say.

Circling my room, my anxious gaze flickers back to the mound of undergarments on my bed. There is an atrocious amount of black and grey's, some matching, some not. What would Elliot like? Would he even care what I wore? I mean, of course he would, but this is the same boy who freaks out when I wear a simple pair of sweatpants and a tank top.

Bingo.

Fishing through my drawers, I pull out a pair of grey sweatpants, holding them in my hands as I take a deep, strained breath. Leaving the drawer open, not caring, I open the top drawer, my hands fishing for a simple tank top. Might as well go with comfortable and safe, right?

Was I overthinking this? Absolutely. Does it make me feel better to overanalyze? Sure does.

"Uh, are you okay?" My head whips around to see my mom standing in my doorway, her eyes horrified as she looks over the state of my room. Looking around, my cheeks heat up a bit as I look over the mess. There's not one square inch of my floor that isn't covered with clothes. I had raided my closet, every drawer in my dresser, pulling things out and shoving things back in. I'll deal with it later.

"Uh, yeah, mom. I just have a date with Elliot. Trying to find something to wear." I chuckle nervously, my voice telling the lies that I'm trying to keep hidden. Her eyebrows quirk up for a moment, a proud smile on her lips as she silently understands.

"Okay, well..." She trails off, stepping back a bit with a teasing gaze. "Be safe." She chuckles as I immediately toss a pillow in her direction, her squeal being heard from down the hall. I giggle, turning back to my pile of underwear. My phone buzzes in my pocket, my heart pounding as I pull it out.

Elly <3 hi princess, you almost ready?

My mind spins as I type out a quick reply, telling him I needed a little bit longer. I don't think he knows what I have planned, I certainly hoped not. I had been going over and over the words in my head, not exactly having a set script, but I had a plan.

Pulling out a nice pair of black panties and a simple matching bra, I shed my clothes. In preparation, I shaved my legs and did a face mask, my face glowing as I stare at myself in the mirror. I know that he would've loved me anyways, even if I hadn't prepared but. I think a part of me wanted the memory of getting all ready. It was a big moment, right?

I spray a few squirts of perfume before I grab my overnight bag, throwing it over my shoulder. I shout a quick goodbye to my mom, my feet carrying me out the door before she can catch me in a web of questions. Elliot's car is parked in my driveway, a grin on his face as he watches me jog up to the passenger side. Slipping into the car with a smile, his eyes dance over me as I giggle.

"Hi there." I grin, leaning over the middle console to press a loving kiss to his lips. His eyes flutter shut as I linger, my hand reaching up to rest on his cheek as he deepens the kiss. His hand rests against my side, his fingers skimming along the material of my flimsy top. He chuckles against my lips, pulling back to look down at me.

"Hi, pretty girl." He whispers, his nose nuzzling against mine as I flop back down in my seat, my eyes not leaving his. His teeth bite at the inside of his cheek as he hides his grin, my cheeks heating up. I watch him as he pulls out of my driveway; the way his fingers wrap around the steering wheel, the way his arm strains as he places it behind my head, his neck twisting to look out the back window. Fuck, he could take me right now if he wanted to.

The sky darkens around us as we drive away from my house, nerves bubbling in my belly as I reach over, my hand gently resting on his thigh. His eyes flicker down at the movement, his eyebrows raising as he glances back at the road.

"Whatcha doin' there?" He laughs nervously as my hand inches up a bit, my eyes on the road as I smirk naughtily. His breathing is loud and unsteady as he shifts in his seat, his lip tucked between his teeth. "I'm driving." He warns with a squeak, my fingers dancing along the inside of his thigh, teasing the seam of his sweatpants. He lets out quiet, pained moan as he turns the corner. His fingers adjust, gripping the steering wheel as he looks over at me. I tilt my head at him, my shoulders raising in a small shrug. "You don't even care- holy shit. Okay." I giggle, my hand leaving his thigh to rest in my lap. He gawks at me, completely and utterly taken back by my proud smile.

By the time we pull in his driveway, the adrenaline as died down a bit. My heart still beats wildly in my chest, my mouth drying at the sight of his sweet smile. He takes my backpack from my lap, throwing it over his shoulder as we both exit the car. I follow him inside, my feet dragging against the floor as I bite my lip nervously. Was I supposed to just ask for sex? Is that weird or would that be super hot to him?

I watch as Elliot tosses himself onto his bed, my book bag being discarded on the floor next to him. I crawl up the bed, my body resting in the crook of his as I look down at him. His hand rests on my back, making small circles through the material. He gently reaches up, running his fingers through my damp hair with a hum. He smiles up at me, my face heating up at the sight.

"You're awfully bashful today." He whispers, his fingers tucking some hair behind my ear before resting on my heated cheek. I chuckle quietly at his comment, shrugging again as I glance away from him. "Hmm?" He hums, his neck craning to kiss me softly. "What's got you all quiet?" He asks, lips pressing against my cheek as I grin, my eyes rolling. I lean forward, tucking my face into the crook of his neck as he laughs. "Come on, Y/n." He whines playfully, fingers gently carding through my hair as he chuckles. "Between your new found shyness and your wandering hands in the car, I'm starting to think something's up." He adds, my shoulders shrugging again as I take a deep breath. "I'm not complaining at all. I was shocked, to say the least but, not complaining." He whispers sincerely through a small laugh, my head peaking out to look up at him. He smiles down at me softly, his thumb dragging against my cheekbone as I relax into him.

"'m nervous." I mumble, his eyebrows raising kindly as he shakes his head, not knowing what I mean.

"Why's that?" He asks in return, his gaze fluttering over my face as I pause, the words that I've practiced for hours getting caught in my throat as I stutter.

"I want more." I whisper, the three words making his eyebrows pull together but I can tell by the look in his eyes that he knows exactly what I'm referring to.

"More of?" He urges simply, his fingers dancing under my shirt, the tips of his fingers dancing along my spine. Shivers erupt through my body, my frame moving closer to him.

"More of you." My fingers gently fist the material of his shirt as he smiles, leaning down to press a kiss against my forehead. His forehead rests against mine, our noses bumping as I wait for him to reply. "Mostly because I want to but," I trail off, his thumb moving to brush against my jaw, "Jules made me feel dumb us not getting there yet." I confess, his head pulling back slightly to look down at me, his eyes sad.

"There's no rush." He whispers quickly in response, validating my worries and anxious thoughts. I nod, knowing his words are true but mine were truer.

"Why not rush, though?" I ask teasingly, his eyes rolling playfully as his head thumps against the pillow under him. "I want to. I want more." I shrug simply, his head bobbing in a nod. I watch as he ponders, my chin moving to rest against his sternum.

"What if I said I was nervous?" He asks, my eyes widening at the thought. I had never thought that he would also be hesitant to also have sex, but I could tell by the worried look in his eyes that he was telling the truth. The thought does nothing but comfort me and fill my belly with butterflies.

"Then I'd say we don't have to do anything." He smiles at my response, his head turning to gaze down at me. "Then I'd say no rush." I smile, my head tilting to rest my cheek on his chest. He thinks for another few moments, thoughts running rampant as he looks down at me. Suddenly he shifts, his body lifting as I follow him to do the same. I look at him, waiting for any move, any words. He grins to himself before looking over at me. I send him a small smile as he leans forward, his lips pressing against mine as I hum. I follow him as he lays me down, his lips not detaching from mine as he leans over me.

"What if I said that I wanted more too?" He whispers against my lips, my hands reaching up to cup his cheeks. "What if I said that I wanted your hands to wander even more." He chuckles, lips skimming along my jaw as my eyes flutter shut. My hands gently follow his words, my hands slipping under his shirt to rest on his abdomen. "What if I also said that, when it comes to this, I really don't know what I'm doing?" He chuckles shyly, a small sigh leaving my lips.

"Then I guess I'll figure it out, hmm?" I reply simply, my body moving to push him over onto his back. He looks up at me, shocked, my leg swinging over his hip as I sit myself on top of him. His hands hover nervously over my thighs, his lips parting in a shocked look. "It can't always just be me having all the fun." I chuckle, his eyes flickering down from mine, to his lap. He looks nervous, his hands unsure of what to do or where to touch, like he's never touched me before. I gently take his hands, resting them against my thighs as his chest deflates in relief. My hands wander, slipping under his shirt as I help him lift it over his head. My hands rest against his chest, dancing down his ribs to his abs that clench under my feather light touch.

"Fuck." He whispers breathlessly, his eyes fluttering shut. "I'm supposed to be corrupting you." He chuckles, my lips leaning down to press against his collarbones, leaving kisses along his skin. He moans quietly, his chin tilting back to give me more room to leave sweet kisses. "Fuck, fine." He whispers, hands moving up the expanse of my thighs to rest on my ass, gently pulling me against him. I moan as his hips jump against mine, the feeling making me stop my movements, my forehead resting against his shoulder. "I'm not rushing, but I am not cumming in my pants this time." He whispers with a laugh as I snort, my lips moving to find to his. Our moans mix between us as he hardens underneath me, the feeling making my head spin. My fingers wrap around the edge of my shirt, our lips briefly leaving each other's to pull it over my head. I sit up, his eyes trained on my chest, his jaw slacking once more. I chuckle nervously at his reaction, his eyes moving to look up at mine. "Oh so you're like evil evil." He chuckles, his body moving to sit up so our chests are pressed together. His hands move to rest on my waist, helping my hips move against his as he gasps. My fingers tangle in his hair as he kisses me senselessly, my thighs shaking and aching. I moan needily, my nails scratching against his scalp as he whimpers, head falling back.

"I need you, El." I whisper, my eyes fluttering over every emotion that passes over his face. His pupils are blown, lips are swollen and damp. His chest rises in heaves at my words, his head bobbing in a stunned nod.

We make quick work of kicking our sweatpants off, his ankles getting stuck as he falls back onto the bed with a laugh. I giggle, my lips finding his as an arm wraps an around my waist. He flips me over quickly onto my back, the breath leaving my lungs at the move.

"Fuck that was hot." I giggle breathlessly, his eyebrows raising teasingly at me. "See? We can do this." He nods, not needing any more convincing as he rests in between my thighs. Feeling him pressed against me, just flimsy layers of clothes separating us makes my mind fuzzy.

"Fuck you're so warm." He whispers, his forehead resting against mine as he peers down in between us. My thighs instinctively wrap around his waist, pulling him even more against me as he moans, my lips taking advantage of the moment. The kiss is messy as his hips stutter against mine, the movement completely out of his control at this point. I moan loudly at the feeling of him nudging against my clit, the fire in my belly growing. "Fuck, I need you." He whispers against my lips, my arms wrapping around his neck to claw at his back. "I love you. Fuck." I chuckle breathlessly, my reply coming out stuttered and slow. "You have zero clue how much I love you, Y/n." He leans away to look down at me, his eyes wide as I smile up at him. "Thank you, for wanting me, for loving me." He whispers sincerely, his thumbs brushing against my cheeks, my heart aching at his words.

"You never have to thank me for that. I'm gonna keep wanting and loving you, Elliot." I whisper, my fingers dancing over his cheek as he grins like an idiot. "Now, come on." I urge with a smile, my back arching off the bed as he laughs. His fingers reach around my back, his tongue poking out as he attempts to unlatch my bra. He struggles for a moment, his eyes closing in concentration until he finally gets it with a proud laugh. He pulls the material away from my body before pressing his lips to my chest, no hesitation. I moan loudly as his lips brush over my nipples, the skin heated and sensitive. My hips buck into his, his lips traveling down my sternum and to my stomach. "No, no, no. Come on, please." I whimper at his teasing, his eyes glimmering with mischief.

"Let me taste you." He whispers in a small plea, lips brushing against the tops of my panties. I whimper at the feeling, his fingers gently teasing against my thighs.

"I want you inside of me, please." I ask again, his lips gently pressing against my clit through my panties. My head falls against the mattress with a thump as I give in, a pleased moan leaving his lips.

"Gotta spend some time in between your thighs." He whispers, my knees bending as he flattens his tongue against me, humming quietly. My fingers thread through his hair as he sighs, his index finger pulling the clothing to the side. He gently blows against me, the heat radiating from me and the cold air making me shiver. "Plus, I can't guarantee I'll last long once we get this going." He chuckles, gently, his fingers pulling my underwear off of my body, tossing them to the floor as he hums. He crawls up my body, lips finding their home on mine as I moan. I ignore his movements, trying his best to crawl his way out of his boxers without interrupting our kiss.

Finally, after a few moments, he's successful. I feel him rest against me, bumping against my clit as he pulls away from me, his eyes burning into mine.

"I have a condom. In my bag." I whisper, his eyes widening with a laugh. He follows my instructions, leaning down to fish through my bag.

"You're a minx, you know that? All this time, I was like 'damn, I get to fuck my girl'. Nope. You had this planned. Between the condom and your matching set- fuck. You're the one fucking me." He mutters as he returns back to the bed, the condom between his fingers. I giggle at his words, my eyes fluttering shut as he opens the condom, slipping it onto himself. A few beats of silence go by, his lips press against my cheek as I sigh. "You'll tell me if it's too much?" He asks quietly, his thumb rubbing into my hip as I smile softly up at him.

"Of course." I whisper, my fingers gently running through his hair. "Don't feel bad if you finish and I don't." I add, his eyes rolling playfully as his cheeks warm.

"Either way, you're cumming. Whether that's around my dick or on my tongue." He whispers sweetly, his naughty words contradicting his tone. His fingers gently tease my entrance as I moan softly, wrapping my arms around his neck. I feel him gently position himself against me, my heart pounding in my ears as I grip onto his shoulders. "Shh." He whispers, gently placing kisses along my skin as he tucks himself into the crook of my neck. He slowly pushes into me, the sting of the stretch making me gasp. His hands gently rub my hips, trying his best to soothe me. "Ohhh fuck." He moans, his hips stilling as he bottoms out. I take deep breaths, tears pricking my eyes as he kisses my cheek softly. "Shit, are you okay?" He asks, his eyes finding mine in the dark room as I moan.

"Feels weird. Burns. In a good way, though." I let out a small laugh, the whimper leaving his lips making my walls flutter around him.

"Fuck you are so-" He cuts himself off, twitching inside of me as I moan. "So warm and- fuck- tight." He whispers, gently sucking on the sensitive skin of my neck. I relax into him, the feeling of his fingers gently kneading the skin of my breast making the pain die down a bit. He gently pulls out before thrusting back in, a moan leaving my lips at the feeling. The way that he seems to be filling me, make my legs tremble, moans leave my lips uncontrollably; that was hot on its own.

After a few minutes, the pain wears off, his thrusts speeding up. Our moans and whimpers mix in the room, his lips occasionally finding mine in a messy kiss. I'm completely soaked now, dripping around him and onto the bed below us. One of his hands travels down to wrap a hand around my thigh, hoisting it high on his hip as I squeal.

"That feel good?" He asks, my head throwing back as I moan loudly. "I'm taking that as a yes." He giggles happily, his thrusts deep and slow as I cling onto him. "Fuck, I'm not gonna last long." He whispers, the smile on my lips growing proudly. I know that either way I'm going to end up enjoying myself. Deciding to take things into my own hands, I clench around him, enjoying the way that he stutters out a whimper.

"You can cum, baby. I want you to." I whisper, my lips skimming against the shell of his ear. He moans loudly, hips pounding into mine as he grips my waist.

"K-Keep talking." He whimpers, face tucked safely into the crook of my neck. His shoulders strain deliciously as he gasps, fingers fisting the sheet next to me.

"Come on, Elliot. Please." I whisper, my fingers gently pulling at his hair as he topples over the edge with a loud groan, his hips thrusting a few more times before slowing their pace. Quiet whimpers leave his lips, his back heaving with strained breathes. The room is quiet, my fingers gently raking through his curls, the other hand rubbing circles between his shoulder blades as he rests his weight on me.

His hips rest between my trembling ones, still buried inside of me as he softens. I gently press kisses to his temple, his head shifting to press a kiss to my throat. No words are said, there's nothing to say. We sit in a comfortable silence, arms wrapped around each other. I can tell he's shy, his face not leaving my shoulder as I feel his eyelashes against my skin.

Men need aftercare too, right?

I gently run my fingers through his hair once more before moving to rest on his jaw, tilting his chin upwards. I look down at the sleepy boy, his eyes blinking slowly, a shy smile on his lips.

"You okay?" I whisper, his head nodding slightly as he sighs. "Sleepy?" I ask, a small hum leaving his lips as he closes his eyes, nuzzling into me once more. "Take the condom off and then you can go to sleep, bubs." I chuckle quietly, the boy groaning as he gently and slowly pulls out of me. As he disposes of the condom, I pull the blankets out from underneath me, holding them open as he finds his spot between my thighs again, resting his head on my chest.

"Love you." He mutters against my skin, his hand resting securely on my breast as his eyes close. I press a quick kiss to the top of his head, relaxing into his hold.

"Love you too, El."

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[writer-akihiko]

Hi! If that's okay could i request some angst for the first years (+Grim, Crewel and Crowley? Platonic only for them)

MC/Yuu runs away from NRC due to all the shit they've been put through because of Crowley not doing his job, they do finally find them some days later but MC refuses to go back to NRC and tells Crowley that they despise him.

Reactions?

First Years + MC Running Away [+Plat!Crewel & Crowley]

I love the angst for this, and planning the emotions that they would feel! The dorm leaders also make a cameo in Crewel and Crowley's part. Cut for length.

Warnings: Angst, Mentions of Emotional Manipulation, Curse Words, Wounds and Mild Violence. Please read at your own discretion.

"I'm not going back."

"Wh... What?" He was astonished. "YN... I've looked far and wide for you- please-"

No words left his mouth as you stepped away from him, tears in your eyes and you were going to make a run for it again.

Sebek Zigvolt

Sebek was in a dilemma. He wanted to go back to NRC because of Malleus, but you refused to. You still meant a lot to him of course, but he still wanted to stay in NRC. He reached out to you, holding you in place with his Fae strength.

"YN, we have to go back. Please don't be unreasonable," He begged. There was no way he wasn't going without you.

You shook your head, trying to tug against Sebek as much as possible. There was no way you could fight against him, and you wouldn't want to hurt him either. "Sebek... Sebek just let me go. I'm just a human and..."

The moment was ruined with Crowley showing up, yelling at Sebek to bring you back. You mustered as much of your voice as you could. "No! Don't take me back!" You screamed at Sebek, who was holding you in a lock. "I hate him! I hate him, don't do this to me Sebek!"

His grip almost loosened at you saying you hated Crowley. Actually, he thought it was directed at him. It took a lot of effort for Sebek not to cry because he knew. He knew how much you didn't deserve the things you faced. The Overblots, the treatment and sheer alienation from other students, Crowley's neglect... He knew.

He blamed himself for getting so caught up in what his Master was doing that he forgot to care about you. When he found out that you ran away, he felt as if he deserved it. He pulled you in, tucking you against his chest and allowing you to cry.

He didn't bring you closer to the others, neither did he bring you away. He kept you close to him, as your tears stained his perfect uniform. Not a word came from him when you cried into him. It was kept that way, as the half-Fae dared to growl at Crowley and anyone else that took a step closer to you.

"YN... You're safe with me, alright?"

Ace Trappola

He told himself that he wouldn't get mad, but your refusal just rubbed salt in wounds as he remembered the sleepless nights of trying to find you. Beneath all of it, he was scared. He was scared that he lost you to some one else. He was scared that this world never suited you, and you finally went to your own, leaving him alone.

"What do you mean you're not going back?! YN, stop screwing around with me!" He screamed, throwing his magic pen to the ground. At this point, he was pissed about anything relating to magic. Magic was useless when it came to finding you.

"I'm not going so leave me alone Ace..." You told him, tears nearing at your eyes. "I don't want to. I don't want to. I'm done with Crowley's shit and I'm done with NRC."

You took a running start, but Ace caught you, pushing you to the ground. His expression caught you off-guard. He was crying, eyes puffy and tired as his face was pale, as if he hadn't gotten enough sleep.

"You're done?! How could you... I..." He didn't know what to say. You were right. You had dealt with enough. You never deserved it... If it weren't for him and his troublemaking ways... Maybe you wouldn't have to suffer...

"I'm sorry..." He coughed out, his voice strained. He kept you pinned on the ground, as his tears flowed with yours. "I'm sorry for being an idiot. I'm sorry for dragging you into trouble. I know you don't deserve it but I'm an asshole that does anyway..."

"Ace..."

"But!..." He went on, his eyes glossing over as he admired you once again. Oh... you were beautiful to him, even if you were crying in his arms. "But I'm selfish. I didn't want to let you go so I went after you instead... So hit me if you want, scream or punch me... I don't care, just don't leave me."

He sat up, pulling you into his lap, his chin under your head. "I was so lonely without you YN..."

"Godammit I love you..." He choked out, his tears never-ending. You both sat there, hugging each other as if it were your last days. You didn't dare to let go of him this time.

Deuce Spade

He didn't know how to respond. All he knew was that he had to hold onto you before you ran away from him once again. "YN... Wait... Don't leave!"

He wondered if he even made the right choice to stay on the side of bringing you back. From just the look of you, he knew you were tired. He knew those responsibilities were never yours. Your suffering just proved to Deuce how powerless he was. Maybe that's why he wanted to bring you back... as proof that he could do something for you.

"YN... I'm sorry..." He said, holding you close to him. There wasn't a thing he could do for you. All you went through... It was Crowley's irresponsibility. He did this to you. Deuce's grip tightened on you, as he though of what it could've done to your psyche. "YN... YN... I'll make sure he doesn't touch you. I'll make sure that he never comes near you again... YN, you trust me right?"

For all the times he wasn't with you, he was determined to make up for it. Deuce wasn't going to let you suffer through this alone, even if it means he gets hurt. It was better for him to get hurt than you, even though he was so desperate to ask Crowley to find you.

You nodded, hiding into Deuce's chest. His heart was beating so fast, most likely from the never ending search for you. You never regretted running away, but you missed Deuce and your other friends, and Grim too. The one thing you regretted was accepting Crowley's offer to stay here.

"I don't care what you do to me," You told him. "Just don't take me back. I don't to go back. I don't want to go back to NRC..." Your body trembled at the thought of moving back to NRC, but all thoughts of it were abandoned as you saw Crowley approach you.

You screamed, but he never touched you. Deuce stood in the way, as he shielded you with his own body. He pushed you back, as he grabbed tightly onto his magic pen. Abandoning all morals of propriety, he glared hard at the principal.

"...Don't touch her."

Jack Howl

He wasn't going to let you run away this time. "Don't move."

Jack couldn't believe that he found you so quickly. No, that wasn't it. He couldn't believe that you were still here. Despite him having a scent on you, you could've been miles away without him knowing. He thought you went back to your own world. He thought you hated him, but by the way you hugged him, it reassured him of any thoughts he had.

There was not single part of you that did not tremble when Jack told you he wanted to take you back. Your sheer refusal turned into an argument quickly, as you listed all the sufferings you went through. It was confusing and agonising for Jack to listen to you. He knew you needed this, but some of the things you said sent shivers down his spine.

"I…"

"It's okay YN. You don't have to go back," He whispered to you. Jack's ears flattened as yours tears made your eyes puffy. He got flustered since he didn't know how to comfort you any further, busying himself with wiping away your tears instead.

Jack was sharp. He knew Crowley was out to get you, even if you didn't want to. He wanted the easy way out, but Jack wasn't going to give him the chance. There was no reason why Jack shouldn't help you… but he'd be lying if he weren't scared of what would happen if you both were caught.

You and Jack had the same train of thought, so you shook your head. "No Jack… I have to…" You told him, your voice raspy. "You already found me and there's no use. You… You can't outrun him with me…"

Jack growled, baring his teeth at the person who caused you such misery. His claws were out, as he hid you behind him. You didn't make a sound, paralysed by the very person that pulled you in this hell. You only met eyes with Crowley for a moment, as the world swirled around you.

"I know I can't… But I'm sure as hell am going to try…" Jack ran away from the principal, with you tightly in his arms as he made a run for it.

Epel Felmier

He was more than angry. He never understood why you and him but now it was evident. It was because both of you were stubborn. You both always tried to grasp what you wanted, and in the light of attaining it, you both always made a run for it. For him it was power… and for you, it was freedom.

"Damn it!..." He cursed underneath his breath, quickly removing his jacket and covering your head in it. You were probably hungry and tired. You were probably scared. What was he supposed to do?...

How did it come to this? He was supposed to be the one that supported your desires, no matter how big or small as you did the same to him. But now, with him using Crowley to get to you… What was he doing? This was hurting you, not helping you.

He moved away from you, ripping off the magical tracking device off of him. "You damn liar!" He screamed. "How dare you hurt her like this… Do you think I'm some stupid puppet?! Like hell you're gonna reach her with my help!"

Epel stomped and tore the device apart, grunting at every time the magic deflection hit him. He didn't stop, ripping further into the grass as he cried for your sake. He never meant to do this to you. He got up, taking you by the wrist and pulling you much deeper into the forest.

"YN… YN we have to go. They were tracking me and they- they might…"

You stopped in your tracks.

"YN?"

You hugged Epel, holding him tight. He snapped out of his delusions, turning to panic about your well-being. "Are you hurt? If you can't walk I'll carry you, but we have to get away-"

"Stop Epel," You said, taking his hands into yours. "Stop… It's okay… I'm okay… I can't make it any further and I don't blame you… I just… wanted it to not hurt for a bit."

He broke down in your arms, as you both collapsed to the ground. Filled with exhaustion, you could only grip to his hands weakly. Before your eyes darkened, you remembered his last words.

"I'm sorry…"

Divus Crewel

He's horrified at your state. All his emotions were bottled for the time being. There was no reason for a puppy like you to be exposed to such horrid emotions from him. He shrugs off his fluffy coat, covering you in the coat, as he carries you in the coat.

Dire was quick to catch up to him, but alas, all that Divus had for him was disappointment. Even from teacher to teacher, no… even from magician to magician… all respect for Dire that he had vanished. The dorm leaders caught up with the principal, and from the looks of it, they were horrified.

"For this puppy to end up like this…"

No, he couldn't get angry now. He had to be the example to other students. Rosehearts, Al-Asim and Ashengrotto were in tears, while Draconia and Kingscholar were murderous. If it weren't the difference of authority, Divus would bet those two would maul Dire where he stood.

"Draconia. Schoenheit. Take YN away and treat her wounds," He commanded. Still wrapped in his coat, Malleus brought you to the others, as Vil observed for any of your wounds. Divus signalled the other students away as he took off one of his gloves, glaring at Dire. "I need to talk with the principal."

Dire was still, as Divus delivered a clean punch across his face. There was no need for further violence. It'd be an insult to what you suffered. Divus grabbed Dire by the collar, almost sneering at him. "Did you realise what you've done to that puppy? She's scared, she's suffered all because of you."

He left Dire alone. It's what he deserved. There was nothing to be done. If he further pummeled the crow man, he might just kill him right then and there. Divus, for now, had to be by your side as your father figure and welcome you back safely to NRC as you were meant to be. Before leaving, he picked up his sullied glove from the floor, saying his last to Dire.

"You don't deserve to be her father."

Dire Crowley

He was ashamed to use his magic on you, but he had to prevent you from running. It was a necessary measure, but the real thorns were your words that pierced through his heart. You yelled insults, curses and cusses at him as if you were held at gunpoint, your lungs exhausted from the constant shrieking.

"No no! Let me go," You begged. "I hate you, I hate you I hate you!" You chanted it as if it were a spell. "I wish you never took me in. Don't touch me!"

The words were enough for the magic to weaken, granting you your escape. Dire was not swift enough, but the Dorm Leaders were. They heard everything, every complaint you threw at Dire and every insult you had for him. Malleus caught you, but as soon you knew it was him, you pushed him away.

"No… NO! I am NOT GOING BACK!" You cried, holding your head in your hands, crouching into a ball. Leona quickly knocked you out. If you went on, you would've hurt yourself and the injuries you sustained from running away was concerning enough.

Against all odds, those seven turned to the principal, with faces of betrayal. All you had been through… They did not realise what burden Dire, and subsequently, they placed on you.

"Crowley… you were never gracious."

Dire was hopeless. He couldn't comfort you, he knew he couldn't be forgiven. He stood in his place, accepting his fate at the moment. He couldn't ask for your mercy nor forgiveness, and perhaps that was his fate. To be cursed by whoever he neglected.

"Please, take care of her for now."

#twst #twisted wonderland angst #twst angst #twst ace trappola #ace trappola #twst deuce spade #deuce spade #twst jack howl #jack howl #twst sebek zigvolt #sebek zigvolt #twst epel felmier #epel felmier #epel x reader #ace trappola x reader #deuce x reader #jack howl x reader #sebek x reader #dire crowley #divus crewel #twisted wonderland scenarios

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“ what happened to you? huh? what happened to you to make you this way? “ izuku to yoichi (but with a twist)

Hope this is enough of a twist for you Blou :)

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"What happened to you, huh?" Izuku finally mutters, eyes trained on the sparse, dim lights that dot the ruined city outside. "What happened to make you this way?"

Yoichi blinks. He's been working tirelessly to convince his nephew to talk to him for the past week; he's tried begging and bargaining, insults and compliments, appeals to nostalgia, and goodwill, and guilt. He's tried everything.

And now for whatever reason, entirely unprompted after what feels like countless days of silence, his nephew poses one of the most difficult questions he's ever been asked in his life. Well, aside from the one his brother had asked him the moment before everything had gone to absolute, irreparable shit.

Family is difficult.

"Do you mean what happened to make me care about you?"

Izuku scoffs, fingers coiling tight against his palms. "You're just like him, you know that?"

Yoichi flinches, the motion causing a thin white curtain of hair to close over his left eye. He can't see Izuku now, but maybe that's fine. He doesn't really want to.

"Please don’t say that. You know it isn’t true."

A sigh.

"You aren't very self-aware, are you?" Izuku steps, deliberately, back into Yoichi's field of vision. "You're doing the exact same thing to me that he did to you, and even worse than that, you're trying to convince me that it was for my own good. You don't have any right to decide what's best for me just the same as he didn't have any right to decide what was best for you."

Yoichi swallows, twisting his chin to avoid his nephew's strikingly accusatory eyes. "If I hadn't made that deal, then your friends would be dead. Your father might have some reservations about hurting you physically but he has absolutely none about hurting you psychologically."

"You don't think I know that?" Izuku’s voice breaks on the last syllable, and although he doesn’t force himself back into his uncle's vision, the raw edge to his voice makes it obvious that he's fighting back tears. "All Might is dead. All For One might’ve been the one to put the nail in the coffin, but he wouldn't have been able to if our quirk hadn't been linked to his. You informed on us. You killed All Might."

"Izuku..." Yoichi's resolve buckles at that, but only for a moment. What he did was right. He saved his nephew from a worse fate, he knows it. "Eight's death was inevitable. You heard his sidekick. My actions didn't change anything."

"How can you say that?" There are sounds of sniffles now, interjected with the occasional scratchy breath or harsh sob. "How can you possibly absolve yourself of any of this?"

"Because you're safe!" Yoichi places all the power in his voice that he can muster. He's trying to convince himself as much as he is Izuku. "You're safe, and your friends are alive, and you may not be happy now, but you can learn to be! Hisashi was always going to win this, and the fact that I ever expected anything different is honestly laughable. If it's a matter of me verses him then I'm always the weak one! I put on a show for you, all of you, and I never expected anyone to fall for it! You weren't ever supposed to actually believe in me!"

His voice is reaching a fever pitch now, but he doesn’t care. He's right, after all. "I've watched the people I love most in life die because I stood my ground, and I am not letting you make the same mistake!"

"So this is about Second and Third?" A beat of silence. "It's funny that you're blocking me from speaking to the other vestiges, then. I assume that means that you can't speak with them either. Are you afraid that once they learn what you've done, they'll hate you?"

Yoichi begins twining a strand of hair through his fingers. It's a nervous habit, and he knows it, and he hates that he knows it.

"They'd understand." A lie. "They would want me to protect you." Not more than they would want him to protect Japan. "They... they care about me." Not anymore.

But if he doesn't give them a platform to refute him, then it can all be true. As long as they're shoved back in the dark recesses of One For All where they can't see, or hear, or speak, or know, then they still trust Yoichi. They still love him.

And he doesn't have to acknowledge anyone or anything that says otherwise.

"Sure," Izuku snorts, tone as bitter as Yoichi has ever heard it. His nephew is trying to hurt him, and as long as Yoichi has known him, he's never tried to hurt anyone. Not like this. "Keep telling yourself that. Just like your brother keeps telling himself that I care about him."

Yoichi feels tears rising to his own eyes now, but they're silent ones. They slide down his face and cling to his hair in quite, solemn tribunal, betraying the fears that he still isn't willing to confess.

"What kind of deal did the two of you make?" Izuku asks coolly. "When you decided my life for me? When you determined the future of Japan?"

He pauses, walking back into Yoichi's field of vision before planting himself directly in front of his uncle's face. "Am I going to be stuck in this penthouse apartment for the rest of my life, with a disabled quirk, and my father's constant visits, and a complete lack of sharp objects, walled in with laminated glass, and metal doors, and cinderblock, and absolutely no communication with the outside world aside from you? Are my friends even alive? Is my mother?"

He steps forward. The tears have dried on his face, leaving nothing but red, bloodshot eyes. "All For One lies, you know. If you weren't specific, if you left out even one detail, one contingency, he'll take advantage of it. My friends might be nomu, or comatose, they could be being tortured, and I can't do anything to stop it. Even though my mom is probably unharmed, she's with him, and I can't imagine any universe where that can be considered safe. And I'm here, sitting in the lap of luxury, completely unable to act. This is Hell for me, you have to know that. And you've trapped me here. Forever."

Izuku’s gaze is so intense and pointed that Yoichi immediately snaps his gaze away. Or at least he tries to. Because for whatever reason, he can't.

Izuku seems just as surprised as he is. He blinks, gazing down at his hands in evident awe. "It's my quirk."

His eyes narrow then, something dark and vengeful worming it's way into the spaces left by the compassion and understanding that Yoichi had never intended to exterminate.

"It's my quirk, not yours." His mouth twists into a bitter smile. "And here I thought you were the one in control."

Yoichi tries to speak, but he can't. His mouth won't open.

"It doesn't feel great, does it?" Izuku asks, head tilting to one side. "Being manipulated. If you're allowed to be a hypocrite, then I might as well be one too. There's no one here to judge me for it. You made sure of that."

Izuku turns his gaze away from Yoichi, eyes falling once more on the darkened and crippled city resting below. "I'm going to talk with the others, but first, I think some karma might be in order. Say hi to Second and Third for me. You three are going to have a very long chat."

Izuku smile widens as he looks out the window, and in that moment, Yoichi sees Izuku very clearly for what he is. Someone who's world has burned to the ground, and has been given a target and a match. A match they intend to use.

"Don't try to lie to them. I'll know. And before you go, I'd like to remind you... I'm not stuck in here with you, Uncle. You're stuck in here with me."

The last thing Yoichi sees before the world fades to black around him is Izuku’s slow, mocking wave. Then, he opens his eyes in a room. A very familiar one.

"Yoichi, what happened?" He freezes, going completely limp in the too-tight hug that envelopes him from either side.

"We were watching after Ninth, and then everything just went black! We've been stuck in here for..."

"Days?"

"Weeks, maybe?"

"Everyone but you-"

"And now it's no one but you-"

"Well, you and us."

Yoichi opens his mouth to lie. The words don't come. He feels something burning into his skin, from the sky, the floor, the walls, every angle...

Eyes.

In that moment, Yoichi knows that Izuku wasn't lying. He is a hypocrite. And so is Izuku. It's funny, how the imprisoned can still manage to make a vault.

#bnha #mha #my writing #ask game #fanfic #My fic

[mypoisonedvine]

𝗹𝗶𝗯𝗲𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 || (very dark) 70s!Bucky x reader

𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: he tried to be sympathetic to your cause, he really did, but he couldn’t just let you get away with disrespecting him like that.  

𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 2.4k

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: smut (noncon, plus breeding kink and tons of degradation, like very heavy degradation, and multiple orgasms/overstimulation), misogyny, a bit of dumbification, housewife kink, ‘sir’ kink (brief), choking, implied anal, spitting (not on the reader, unfortunately lmao), quite a bit more than period-typical sexism, awful awful awful this fic is absolutely awful

                            Brooklyn, 1970.

Bucky’s mornings were sacred.  He had his rituals: showering, cooking breakfast, reading the paper and having his first drink and cigarette of the day, all before he left for work.

But throughout this entire week, his mornings had been ruined by the stupid fucking protest in the park just outside his window.  And to think he’d actually paid more for an apartment with a view of the park— he hadn’t realized then that the “view” was gonna be a bunch of hippies creating awful music and an unbearable smell that left his whole apartment reeking of reefer if he dared to open his window.

Attempting to ignore it for a week only made him more resentful with each passing day.  Each time he figured the crowd would surely leave soon or at least be quiet for the night, they seemed to somehow get louder just to spite him.

He probably should've waited until he was a bit less agitated to go down and try to bargain with you, but he stormed down there instead and tapped you on the shoulder when his presence alone wasn't enough to distract you from your incessant chanting.

“Would you consider being quiet?" he asked firmly.  "I have to work in the morning and—”

“We won’t be quiet until women have equal treatment under the eyes of society and the law,” you interrupted to explain condescendingly, shocking him with your icy tone.  He could hardly believe your attitude, in fact he couldn’t remember any woman speaking to him that way in his life: so far, he wasn’t enjoying it.

“I just thought you could be a little more respectful,” Bucky shot back, even more stern.  “You’re not making anyone wanna support your movement by acting entitled and inconveniencing everyone.”

“I’m sorry the revolution is inconvenient for you,” you replied, but it didn’t sound much like an apology. 

He wanted to say more but you blew him off and disappeared into the crowd, leaving him confused and irritated and livid.  Up until now he had been quietly skeptical about all this talk of liberation but now he saw it for the poison it really was.  A girl like you— who could've been a real looker with some willingness to try and a better attitude— talking to a man like him with so much hate and over what, a polite request?

This could not be tolerated; he couldn't let you get away with acting like that.  And lucky for you, he was exactly the guy you needed to teach you your lesson.

The good thing about hippies high on shrooms is they aren’t the most observant.  When he returned to the demonstration area the next night, he was able to grab you roughly and pull you back from the crowd with almost no trouble at all, dragging you into an empty alley and clamping his hand down over your mouth as your eyes went wide and your throat vibrated with silent screams.

“Shh, shh,” he soothed against your ear, “whatcha fightin’ for?”

He liked the way it felt to have you squirming against his grasp, using all your strength and not even getting close to escaping.  

“How does it feel to know I can do anything I want to you?” he growled against your ear.  “C’mon, sweetheart, can’t you put up a better fight than that?  I thought you believed in equality… you should be able to get away if you’re as strong as I am.”

He felt your warm tears trailing down around his fingers which held your face tightly, the struggle of your limbs slowing and weakening slightly.  His cock was already getting hard as he imagined the moment you would finally give in.

“You remember me, don’t you?  You didn’t need to be so rude, darlin’.  You could’ve just been nice and none of this would be happening.”

Your elbow shot back into his ribs and he exhaled sharply but didn't let go, grabbing your wrists and holding your arms to your chest as he pinned you to the wall.

"Oh, that's not gonna work, babydoll.  I'm so much stronger and bigger than you, all you're gonna do is make me angrier.  Is that what you want, sweetheart?  To make me angry?" he asked mockingly, leaning in to lick the shell of your ear as you tried to turn away.  “Pretty girl like you would make a great wife, why would you want anything else?”

Ignoring your struggle, he reached into your shirt and purred as he groped your chest, your nipples hardening when he pinched them.  “Maybe I can get behind this bra-burning thing if it means having easier access to your tits all the time,” he grinned.  “How am I supposed to keep my hands to myself when I can see them through your shirt?  Shouldn’t be showing ‘em off if you don’t want any attention.”

As fun as it was to play with your tits, he had bigger plans, so he reached lower to start tugging down your jeans, your legs uselessly kicking as he exposed your ass and thighs.

His cock was already rock hard as he hastily opened his fly and pulled it out with one hand, leaning back to spit on it quickly.  He spread the fluid with a few strokes over his length, figuring it would be enough to get inside you even if he didn’t really care if he hurt you.  

Your eyes went wide and your head bucked wildly as he poked the head of it against your opening, your body fighting a little harder once again.  The irony of that, though, was that you were already plenty wet in spite of what he had expected; it was so much funnier to watch you struggle now that he knew you were not-so-secretly enjoying it.

“Don’t be so dramatic," he chuckled darkly, "I bet you can take a cock real easy since you believe in all this ‘free love’ bullshit.”

He groaned as he pushed into you, impressed by how tight you were— so tight that it made his cock throb right away, your walls pulsing and rippling around him as he filled you to the brim.

“Oh fuck, there you go…” he hissed, smiling as you sobbed harder and struggled a bit more before finally relaxing into his tight embrace.  "You're gonna take it all, baby, every fuckin' inch of me."

A hard sob choked out of you every time he slammed himself to the end of you; he could feel the hatred radiating from you, the way you would kill him in a moment if only you weren't so weak.  But he could feel your reluctant acceptance, too, and the way it was slowly turning into euphoria— you were finally starting to like how it felt to be helpless to him, it was obvious with the way your pussy gave him such a warm and willing welcome while your pretty tits got even harder.

You clearly wanted to hate him, but your body knew better.

"You think I'm a sexist pig, I'm sure," he chuckled, "but I'm really not— I love women!  And you know what I love most?  Huh?"

He felt you nervously shake your head behind his hand and he laughed.

"I love the way you get so dumb when you get a cock in you.  All those useless little thoughts leaving your head when you're finally getting fucked right."

Your cries got louder even though they were still muffled by his hand, your sweet little pussy giving him a squeeze of encouragement.

"It's okay to like it, babydoll, it's what you were meant for.  Made to be my brainless fucktoy… born to serve me," he growled.  “You really should learn to appreciate," he grunted between brutal thrusts, "that your only purpose is to keep my dinner hot and my cock warm.”

Your eyes rolled back in your head and he felt your walls bear down on him tightly, wetness seeping down around him.

"Oh fuck, are you coming?  Shit," he moaned.  "Looks like you really needed to be put in your place, just needed to be used... god, you made a fuckin' mess, too, you soaked my cock…"

Your little hands tightened into fists, pushing against where his arm held them back, but he stayed steady as he pumped into you, letting himself get a bit lost in the feeling of you while he buried his face in the crook of your neck.

It felt so damn good to have a cunt coming around him, but it was even better knowing that you were fighting it and still couldn’t stop it, completely helpless to how good he was making you feel.

You almost screamed under his hand when he reached down to quickly rub your clit, your back arching to try to run away from his touch; poor thing, you were so sensitive it probably hurt you, but he was having too much fun watching you realize you were going to come again.

"Yeah, gimme another one, slut," he grinned, your legs quivering as waves of slick coated him and started to even drip down your legs.  "Can't stop coming like the dirty whore you are, huh?  Bet nobody's made you come like this before— cause nobody's given it to you right.  Nobody's shown ya what it's supposed to be like when a man takes you and makes you his."

From the way you moaned softly, teary eyes fluttering shut, he knew you liked the sound of that.

"Yeah, wanna be mine, baby?  Wanna be my little slut?  Or do you want me to pump this pussy full and leave you here on the ground for any other man that comes by to use you if he needs?"

You groaned softly, a weak little noise, and he felt his cock flex; as much as he wanted this to last as long as possible, he couldn’t hold back anymore.

“M’close, honey,” he breathed.  “I’m gonna come.”

He laughed breathlessly when you shut your eyes, like you were trying to go somewhere else in your mind, trying to pretend this wasn’t real.  But it was real, and he wasn’t going to let you forget that.  He was elated to make your nightmares come true.

"I sure wouldn't mind pulling out and covering that pretty face you've got,” he hissed.  “It'd be funny to see you go back to your little march and show them how owned you are.  But not today, babydoll, I think there's only one way you're gonna learn your lesson."

Another muffled gurgle from you, and this time it didn’t even sound like protest.  Maybe you were just too tired for that at this point, but it gave him hope that you could finally behave.

"I'm gonna take my hand away from your mouth and you're gonna beg me to come inside you, is that clear?" he grunted, feeling you nod vigorously.  "You're not gonna scream are you?"

You shook your head, and he slowly pulled his hand from your mouth as you gasped for air.  "Please— come in me," you panted.

"Address me as 'sir'," he instructed.

"Please, sir, I— I want you to come," you whined.

He chuckled right against your ear, feeling you shiver in his grasp.  "Honey, I don't give a fuck what you want."

To think you ever resisted your natural desire for submission was absurd now, considering the way that statement made you openly moan, your walls fluttering around him.

“Gonna fill you so fuckin’ deep you’ll never get it outta you, sweetheart.”

One more orgasm washed over you, making him laugh darkly while he watched you bite your lip to attempt to stay quiet; but that was impossible once he fucked you harder just to spite you, having to hold you tight to make sure he got as deep in you as possible.  Your whole body shook as he slammed into you, and he laughed at how dumb and helpless you looked.

"Bet you're on those new birth control pills," he grimaced.  They really weren’t that new, but he still hadn’t gotten used to them.  "Makes me sick to think you're letting a perfectly good womb go to waste.  Betcha want me to breed you nice and deep, yeah?  Wanna get knocked up?  You don't even care that I'm a stranger, you wanna get your pussy filled by any random man's come so you can have any random man's baby, ain't that right?"

At first he had worried that you would scream or cry for help, but now his concern was more that your moans would be too loud and somebody would catch the two of you in this alley.  Even if it was obvious now that you wanted it, public indecency was still a crime.

Good thing he had a new way to shut you up: his hand tight around your throat, silencing your sobs to blessed silence.  It was so hot to have you entirely at his mercy like that, to feel your pulse beneath his fingers, that he couldn’t stop himself from speeding up his thrusts suddenly.

"Fuck, I’m gonna come,” he gasped, “fuck, y-you… little whore…”

He had a habit of running his mouth when he was right on the edge, and the way your pussy was milking him for all he was worth made him spit out whatever filth he could think of.  

“Stupid fuckin' bitch," he mumbled under his breath as he fucked you as fast and rough as he could, chasing his high with no regard for your pleasure or your pain.  "Dumb whore, fuck, you stupid— ah, shit— stupid fucking cunt!"

He cried out as he filled you, groaning loudly with every pump of his seed into your waiting body.  Only when he was sure every drop was inside you did he release his grip on your neck, a loud gasp coming first before a few coughs and chokes that only made his cock harder despite having just filled you.

You started to struggle again, and he couldn’t believe it— after everything, did you still not know your place?

There wasn’t much time to relax and enjoy the afterglow when you were already trying to get away, and so he had to hold you tight again while he smiled exhaustedly.

“N-no,” you stammered, and he covered your mouth again as he pulled your head back to rest on his shoulder.  Clearly he hadn’t done enough yet to fuck that word out of you.

“Where ya goin’, sweetheart?” he panted against your ear, still catching his breath, his chest covered in a thin layer of sweat where it was exposed by his shirt.  “You’ve still got another hole to fill.”

#dark!bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes dark fic #bucky barnes noncon #dark!bucky barnes smut

[dorimena]

I seriously love Bakugou and Todoroki. Especially Bakugou in his tight winter costume in S5. And I love Dom reader and femdom more than a sub. Can I pleaseee request Todoroki or Bakugou where the reader is recording them playing with a vibrator or dildo but get overstimulated because they can't cum from the cock ring because it's their punishments since they forgot their anniversary so reader also forget to stop the toys even if they beg reader to stop in the camera.if you don't mind the request

I don’t mind~ May your sin be forgiven with this prayer (˘⌣˘人) This sounds really, really sexy, so I had a blast imagining and putting this into words.

𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔱𝔢𝔯; bakugou katsuki & todoroki shoto

𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔡 𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔱; 2.1k

𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰; fem!reader, sex toys (dildo, vibrators, cockring), overstimulation, cam sex (recording), exhibitionism, semi-public, dom!reader, sub!character

𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔱𝔞𝔤𝔰; balcony sex (?), threesome, whiny Bakugou, weeping Todoroki, punishment, orgasm denial, aged-up characters, Bakugou and Todoroki are both 20+

𝔰𝔦𝔡𝔢𝔫𝔬𝔱𝔢; Unravel Me by Sabrina Claudio and Fuck Love by XXXTENTACION ft. Trippie Reid somehow helped me piece this together. Sorry if there are any typos! It’s not proofread.

𝕯𝖔𝖚𝖇𝖑𝖊 𝕿𝖗𝖔𝖚𝖇𝖑𝖊

“I-I-”

“W-we! We-”

You watch as both men struggle to speak, trying to ask for forgiveness, once again. It’s the fourth time this hour, the way Bakugou tries to open his mouth wide enough to not slur his words and Todoroki tries to correct Bakugou while keeping himself coherent.

It’s cute how the smartest guys in your life seem to fail miserably in having a decent human conversation

Well, you can’t blame them either, not with the way you keep toying around with the intensity of the vibrators taped to their dicks, cum drying on the toy enough to show anyone who looks up on the balcony that these two men, with such stature and muscles, are easily falling apart.

“Speak better, sweethearts. Can’t have you guys sounding so dumb on camera, right?”

Oh yeah, and you’re even recording them, in case anyone else would want to watch the rising proheros break.

You’re not actually going to show them to the public, but maybe to their friends. Maybe Kirishima would like to watch? Kaminari? Sero? Or maybe Iida? Midoriya?

Heck, the girls might even ask some day.

But you know what makes you curious about showing this video to their friends?

The way both Bakugou and Todoroki are presenting themselves beautifully, as if they’re pro porn stars saving the wanks rather than proheros saving the day.

It’s cute, how Bakugou’s puffing his muscular chest in the air as if they were the juiciest tits ever, which they are, and how Todoroki is somehow sensually humping the air with every buzz against his furious red tip.

Your eyes stay on the screen, making sure the lighting is entering nice enough to make it seem like they’re glowing, other than their post-orgasm glow.

How many times have they come by now?

“Babes, how many times have you cum?”

They both shake their heads.

Of course they wouldn’t know. They just take what they’re receiving. They’re making up for their mistake.

You still pout, tapping the touchable screen to even out the weird lighting as another cloud covers the sun, again.

Maybe giving their punishment out on the balcony wasn’t such a good idea.

As you look down to the floor below them, seeing the once growing puddle of cum slowly be pushed by the wind to trail off towards the side of the balcony, seeping through the small opening and probably dripping feets below is what keeps you positive, happy knowing people will eventually look up and wonder ‘what the fuck is going on?’

Well, either the drying cum gives away your dirty activities or it’s Todoroki’s wailing as an orgasm is ripped out of him forcibly.

Pity nothing comes from his tip, not since some time ago.

They both thought they deserve to cum and be satisfied?

Maybe you should’ve put the cock rings on them before making them come the first two times, but their reactions and frustration with how little some cum leaves or how their body reacts with the dry convulsions makes you giggle in pride.

Pretty babes.

“Todoroki, shut up. You’ll make the neighbors look over- oh! Oh, that’s what you want? I understand.”

And poor Todoroki is just shaking his head way too fast, enough to give him whiplash, but you just snicker as you reach over to a white box.

An unfamiliar white box.

Bakugou’s eyeing Todoroki in pity, wondering what the other will have to endure as he keeps trying to fight off his orgasm.

How he’s doing it, he has no clue. But god his dick hurts.

He’s been wanting to cum for the past 30 minutes, but with the way he resents this stupid cock ring, he’d rather not humilliate himself in front of you and figure out how else to please you.

Maybe he should offer to eat you out?

The way his body is super tense and his breathing is shallow doesn’t escape your attention, less how much pity is showing itself on his face as he shakes his face in disapproval with Todoroki’s recent dry orgasm.

Good thing you invested in this double dildo.

Neither of the boys take notice with how you’re lubing the dildo that looks like it’d belong to you. It’s quite pretty, long and thick enough to hopefully please your boys.

Even if they won’t get to cum.

“Bakugou,” you start, smiling as you watch his once bright eyes suddenly darken as shock takes over his face.

What the

“Fuck is that?!” He yells out, accidentally letting his body relax as it finally submits to the vibrations of the toy, his yell turning into an unbroken series of high-pitched moans, his hips losing control with how incredibly close he is.

“A double dildo, baby. Look! It even looks like if I’d be fucking you two, isn’t that fun?”

Bakugou shakes his head, gasping ‘no, no, no!’ before he falls forward, balancing himself with his palms as he sobs through his first dry orgasm. Maybe he shouldn’t have held back for so long, not with the way his body unforgivably goes through waves of pure unsatisfied pleasure.

Todoroki, meanwhile, is nodding eagerly, eyes welling up in happy tears at the idea of getting fucked, in getting more pleasure and love from you, even if this is meant to be punishment.

But, why are you exposing them like this?

They forgot your anniversary.

Your 3rd anniversary as a throuple, the anniversary Bakugou swallowed his bite and pride to confess to you how much he loves you and how he’s falling in love with Todoroki too; the anniversary Todoroki finally let loose the dam of emotions and even if a bit tipsy, agreed he too was falling in love with both you and Bakugou, how he hasn’t ever felt so understood, so loved, so safe.

So, yeah, how dare they forget?

But if they wanna be dumb, you’ll help with that.

It’s been a while now since you’ve turned off the vibrators and since you’ve prepped them well enough to take the dildo together.

The scene in front of you is gorgeous, ethereal, sublime.

You just want to ruin them like this everyday.

“Aagh! Ugh! F-fuck! Sl-slow do-own! Haaah~”

“S-sorry! ‘m s-sorry! Ca-an’t! Nnah…”

It’s cute watching them argue a bit, how Bakugou can’t take how fast Todoroki is fucking himself back on the dildo while also pushing the toy deeper into Bakugou. And Todoroki doesn’t actually look sorry, not with how his eyes keep crossing everytime he manages to get the toy to hit his sweet spot.

He’s trying so hard to win your forgiveness by putting up with this, but it’s kind of sad knowing you’re not going to stop anytime soon, or take off the cockrings.

Not like they know anyways.

Bakugou might’ve known, might’ve noticed, with the way he’s trying to keep this dragging as slow and steady as possible; with the way his precum is struggling to escape the confines the cockring gives; with how much his red and miserably hard dick keeps jumping with every push Todoroki’s ass gives him.

You’re lounging about, resisting the urge to get off to the scene in front of you, or else they’d start begging to let them please you as apologies, and knowing how sentimental this day is for you, you know you’d immediately give in.

But this is punishment for their forgetfulness.

So, as the cherry on top of this cum covered balcony sex sundae, you’ll also forget about them.

It lasted for a while as you got bored with how neither of them seemed to be reaching another orgasm.

If only the dildo had a vibration option.

But the vibrators still taped on their dicks will have to do.

So you turn them back on, and oh would you look at that! The cockrings could also vibrate.

The pleasure-filled scream coming from Bakugou and the cute, drawled whine of your name Todoroki lets out makes you feel grateful for thinking ahead, kinda.

Now both boys are writhing against each other, different ways to let out their desperations and dying need to properly cum manifesting in either rapid fucking on the dildo to simply submitting to the minstruations of the other party.

To put it in better, shorter words, Bakugou took the reigns in fucking the dildo in such rigor and strength that made Todoroki lay on his chest, ass still up as he simply took everything Bakugou kept pushing into him, mouth opened as hiccups and drool escaped. His eyes settle onto your form, watering as more tears gather on his waterline before dropping to the ground his face is resting on.

It feels so good, so, so good he can’t believe this is punishment. Even if he hasn’t been able to properly cum for some time now, he still thinks you’re being nice with them. Must be because of the anniversary that you sadly reminded them of.

He’s trying his best to push back on the dildo, wanting Bakugou to feel just as good as him, just as fucked as him.

And everytime the toy hits him just right, Todoroki sees stars, feels an all too familiar tingly sensation as he tries to grab his dick, but when you turn the vibrator up even more, his hands just lay on the ground, nails raking as he tries gripping on something, anything.

He really, really, really needs to cum. He wants to cum.

Keep being a good boy for you.

But all he gets is a choked sob of your name leaving his mouth as his eyes roll to the back of his head, eyebrows furrowed upwards as the strongest orgasm takes over his body, he’d be convinced there’s an earthquake happening. Small whimpers of how much it hurts leaves his mouth soon after, his dick twitching pathetically as it slowly becomes purple, barely a dribble of cum managing to escape.

Bakugou is in no good shape either, loudly moaning and crying out how good you’re fucking him, how he’s taking your cock, how good he is being, to please, please, please let him cum.

But actually cum, to let him contaminate the floor even more with his sperm, to let him taste it even, if that would make you happy and forgive him.

He’s close to wailing by now, hips going impossible faster as he forgets all about poor Todoroki riding out his high.

And the moment you turn on the vibrators intensity, he gets dizzy, breath getting stuck in his throat as his brain tries to process the spiraling of his warm, hot orgasm growing too much, burning him everywhere as if it were lava.

Small sparks sound on his fingertips as he howls and gets hurled into his own orgasm, back arching and head thrown back as his eyes roll to the back of his head.

He didn’t even notice the tears rolling down his cheeks, not with how his mind only cares about how good yet bad this orgasm feels.

Not even how loud his high-pitched wails of how good it feels, how much it hurts, is enough to alarm anyone near the radius of this defiling act.

Both boys are left shuddering or twitching through their intense dry orgasm, the way their bodies react with the built up cum in their dicks, with how hot and how wreckless they’re becoming with their quirks.

Still connected with the dildo, neither move, unless it’s some pathetic hump to help drag the orgasm a little more before they try to even remember what letter your name begins with.

Bakugou’s whimpering.

Todoroki’s crying silently.

Both blinking the haze out of their vision as they remember about the buzzing, about the relentless feeling on their really, really sensitive dicks.

Bakugou’s crying now.

Todoroki’s just busy mewling like a slut by now.

And when they both turn to look at you, they gasp so loudly one of them begins choking on air and the other with saliva.

Where’d you go?!

Come back!

And ‘come back’ and ‘forgive us’ is the only thing anyone could possibly hear for the next few hours as they fuck the dildo and let the vibrators do their job in milking more and more orgasms out of them.

If only they’d look closer, they would’ve seen a post-it note stuck on the tripod of the camera telling them you went to the kitchen and that they better come crawling.

Oh well, you’re enjoying the view anyways as you sip on some liquor of your liking, turning off the vibrators as you slowly walk to the balcony.

The sun’s beginning to set. You’re not that cruel in letting them fuck each other in the cold.

The bedroom is much better, and comfier.

Perfect for you to finish the job and let them finally, finally, get their deserving orgasms.

You’ll be sure to milk out

Every.

Single.

Drop.

#✿; impurity #bnha smut #mha smut #bakugou smut #todoroki smut #bakugou katsuki smut #todoroki shoto smut #sub bnha #sub bakugou #sub todoroki #ლ; blasphemy #𝖇𝖆𝖐𝖚𝖌𝖔𝖚 #𝖙𝖔𝖉𝖔𝖗𝖔𝖐𝖎.𝖘

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『 twenty-sixth: he loves her back 』

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content warnings: (mild?) violence. angst. profanity. mention of sex.

word count: 2.5k

note: so. i was gonna hit you all with a whole possibly 4k word chapter but. ill put some interval because i really feel like it would've been too much to take in in one go JDLSHJK anyway, everyone thank mous for helping me through this chapter. :') also: as always, minors dni.

listen to shouldn't be - luke chiang while reading :)

When Rintarou looks at her like this, Kana thinks there's no way he doesn't feel the same.

Under his stare, Kana feels like she's melting. He'd always look at her like this, she doesn't get why she only realized it only recently, when the thought of him looking at you this way makes it hard for her to breathe.

The way he looks at her isn't something she ever wants to share—or lose.

He handles her best, he's been with her through the most ragged and misery-filled events of her life—so she wonders why she ever thought that a relationship with him would ruin anything when it could’ve been the best thing she could’ve ever had instead.

Hours away from Tokyo, she has him all to herself. Away from you. Rintarou gives her his attention; it's complete and undeniable because there's that familiar softness in his jaded eyes and the smallest hint of a smile despite his exhaustion, enough to make her think that maybe she still has a chance to turn this around and have him all for herself—for much longer than today, or much longer than this week.

Just like he always was. (Before you, at least.)

Heavy lids flutter close, the tension in his shoulders slowly easing up. "Where are you staying?"

Kana looks up at the ceiling of his hotel room, wonders if he would've fucked her here if only they were together—dating.

"Just an inn real close," she answers before turning back to watch his reaction.

His lashes rests on the apples of his cheeks and his lips barely part as he mumbles a response. "Don't you have stuff to do this week, Kana?"

Kana shrugs, even if he can't see her. "I put ‘em off for now,” she tells him, and before Rintarou could get a word in, she continued, "Wanted to see you play."

Rintarou hums and there's a heavy silence that pushes them apart as Kana rests on his bed, eyes trained again to the ceiling. It feels misplaced, the silence, because it's heavy and almost suffocating.

"Rin," she inches her body closer to him without shifting her gaze, not really sure why she's about to say it, "What if I still love you?"

A minute passes, and then another, the heavy silence turns empty. So finally, Kana turns to look at him—and then she laughs a little, because of course he's asleep right when she's confessing again for the second time in her life.

She lets it slip, because she has all the time in the world to try again.

Maybe she shouldn't be doing this. Kana recognizes that she's never been more desperate in her entire life—but hell, Suna Rintarou was worth it all; if it meant she had to play the villain, she would. That's why she keeps making him forget his phone in his hotel room with his team, that's why in the moments where he’s back from practice or from a match, she’s back there with him and she's borrowing his phone in the guise of playing games—while he’s too tired to do anything but sleep through the time he's not practicing or playing through the matches.

But she does regret not doing this sooner—she regrets not telling him the day after he fell asleep before she'd confess, because now she's nervous and she doesn't know how to tell him as she watches him put his socks on.

It's their last day; their last major match. If they win this, they'd be taking home a golden trophy for their university and have medals just as golden hanging on their necks.

Rintarou turns to her as he grabs his bag, "Hey, c'mon," he beckons her.

Kana stands from her seat, approaching him with slow steps. "What’re thinking 'bout?" He asks as they both step out of the door, locking the room—more out of curiosity than concern. She’s reminded that no one knows her better than him, so she puts on a wide smile, turning to him.

"I'll tell ya after you guys win," she offers.

"Yeah?" He starts, eyes set ahead, footsteps slow to match hers, "What if we don't win?"

From the corner of his eye, Kana whips her head to face him with an incredulous look, as if he's the one crazy for thinking they might not win. She huffs a laugh, "Guess you'll never find out then," she answers playfully.

He raises an eyebrow, "Mm? You forcin’ me to win?"

Kana's eager nod makes him smile, if only just a little. "Yeah."

Kana shifts her weight from one foot to another—breath caught in her throat as she eyes the ball flying through the air with each hit, each throw. They’re already on the third set and Rintarou has somehow managed to score point after point with pin-point precision, his concentration never once breaking. He manages to bring them three points ahead at 13-10. All it takes is two more points for them to actually win and for Kana to actually have to tell him that she loves him, most sincerely.

Her fingernails clack against the metal railings with incessant tapping. Yeah, her anxiety must be so obvious. She can’t even cheer for him as the ball comes flying back to their court, the setter reaching for it and throwing it back, then—

Right at the center, Rintarou jumps, arms reaching out, and at the very last minute his body bends—with a loud thud, the ball hits straight into the line and the buzzer goes off.

On their side of the court, Rintarou’s smile is bright as their team rejoices in victory. He turns to the bleachers, eyes easily finding her, and there’s a glint in them like he’s telling her off for challenging him.

Kana’s heart thumps against her chest. He gestures for her to wait for him, so that's what she does.

She stands right outside the lockers, her body buzzing from anxiety—which, she doesn't even know why she's nervous.

She thinks back to all the games they've won and the way his gaze falls on her no matter the crowd. As if always telling her, it was for her; so she can't be too late—not with Rintarou, because he loves her back.

He loves her back.

“Why do you look like that?” His voice almost makes her jump in surprise. “Upset we won cause now you have to tell me what’s going on that pretty lil head?”

Even at his teasing tone, Kana frowns. Yeah, she’s upset. Upset because Rintarou makes it seem like he’d just won the game for her, upset at the insinuation of him doing so—upset that he knows her so well but can’t even figure out how madly in love she is with him. At her expression, his eyebrows furrow, all the teasing in his voice fading over.

“Hey, what’s up? Somethin’ wrong?” His eyes search for hers. His face is so close she can smell the cologne she’s so familiar with. Her teeth sink painfully into her lip and the blush on her cheeks can’t be more obvious, Rintarou’s gaze drops, observing her carefully.

God, he can’t be serious. How can he not already hear her heart about to beat out of her chest?

“Yeah,” she breathes like she's bracing herself, 'cause she's really doing this. Right here. Her eyes lock with his. There can't be a more perfect time to do this, right? After winning with a trophy to take home, she confesses and they'd be a couple by the time they get back to Tokyo. All she has to do is lean forward and press her lips to his.

But Rintarou freezes the moment she cups his cheeks and kisses him—a second passes before her heart drops, because he doesn't melt into her and bring her close just like he did back then. His lips are soft against hers, though, it's a feeling that resurfaces and burns back into her mind. Why didn't she want this more back then? To feel his lips on her, over and over, all the time.

His lips are warm, but her world runs cold when she's pushed back against the wall so roughly that she stumbles.

Kana looks up at him to see his wide eyes. His eyebrows furrowed together like he's genuinely confused. "What the fuck was that?"

She gapes, the embarrassment flushing over her. This isn't how it was supposed to play out.

"R-Rin," she attempts, reaching out to him. The step he takes back before she's even near enough slaps her in the face. Tears are already brimming her eyes and she doesn't know why she won't just leave.

"I just thought—Rin," she cries out to him, pleading.

"Thought what?" His voice is cold as ice, she knows it like the back of her hand, what it meant when he sounded like that but fuck, how did it get here? How is she on the receiving end of it? "Thought what, Kana? What the fuck was that?" He repeats, practically seething.

Somehow, Rintarou feels taken advantage of—of the trust he'd given her. Kana had been his friend before any feelings had been involved, he'd trusted her from high school up until this point that she would respect his feelings; that despite whatever they had back then, she wouldn’t ever intentionally do something that would ruin whatever relationship he has.

“Don’t you—” she chokes on her words. Don’t you love me? She wants to ask, but now she’s scared of the answer. “I love you, Rin.”

A part of him wants to say sorry. I love you, Rin tugs on his chest that it almost brings him closer to her; especially at the sight of her in tears, it almost hurts him too. Because there stood the girl he used to have feelings for—the same girl who was his best friend before anything else, telling him she loves him with tears in her eyes.

“I love you,” she repeats, “I don’t think I ever stopped but... I always-I always thought you’d always love me too…”

Rintarou shakes his head, his jaw ticking. He feels lied to. "You know how I feel about YN,"

"That's—Rin, you're just infatuated with her! Everyone can see it's me. Why can't you?" She cries, almost yelling, but she regrets saying them as soon as they're out of her mouth.

If there's anything he hated more than anything, it was being told what he felt. She can see the way his eyes glaze over, looking at her like he doesn't know her. From where Rintarou stood, he didn't know who was in front of him.

"Fuck that," he grits out, "I don't even know who you are right now."

Her heart breaks; in a way, his heart breaks along with hers.

He loves her back.

So why is he walking away from her?

It's one in the afternoon when Rintarou wakes up. His body aches all over and for a fleeting moment, he considers if he regrets volleyball.

Still, he gets out of bed because the image of you burns behind his eyelids. If he smiles, he doesn't notice.

Two hours before seven, there's a message from Kana that he ignores as his finger hovers over the call button below your name.

He exhales heavily but the weight pressing against his chest doesn't let up. If he told you about Kana, would you still let him put the necklace around your neck?

Would you still be all his?

Yet another chime comes, prompting him to open her message.

Rintarou squeezes his eyes shut. He cares about her but 'everyone can see it's me' haunts him. Everyone can see, including you.

Would you believe him if he told you he wanted to be all yours too?

It's almost six when he reaches for his phone as he fixes his clothes, ready to drive to yours; but three strings of messages has Rintarou sprinting out of his apartment.

His vision practically blurs at the sight of it—a man with a crazy look in his eyes pointing a knife at Kana. Rintarou hits the man four times. His body is rigid and his heart is beating faster than he's ever felt before. What could've happened if he ignored her message again? What could've happened if he didn't find her on time? If he left her alone after all his promises that he would never?

The guilt gnaws at his chest; he knows it must be half past six now and he’s not yet standing in front of your door.

The man is knocked to the ground. Bruised and bloody, barely moving, but he keeps hitting until Kana comes to his side and begs him to stop—her sobbing doesn't cease, her body is rigid—against Rintarou, she's quivering in fear.

I didn’t mean for this to happen, she repeats in her head as if it would take back seeing him hurt, the skin on his knuckles cracked—bright red, wounded. Rintarou looks like he’s about to break yet instead of that, he wraps his arms around her. In his arms, she takes all the warmth.

He murmurs into her hair, I’m sorry, I’m sorry. The more he repeats it, the more Kana detests herself for this. She says I love you, Rin and puts him in misery.

It's half past ten in the evening and Kana's burning up in his apartment. She's laid on his bed, still trembling, visibly uncomfortable—the police report had taken hours, Kana knows it’s all her fault but in her head she promises, she’d love him long enough, hard enough to make up for all of it. Rintarou sits beside her, his body aches more than it did when he woke up, but he reaches out to her forehead and checks her temperature.

He’s exhausted.

But whenever he closes his eyes, he sees Kana and the way the knife had been so close.

It takes him at that very second—it takes him exactly four years before he realizes that he's only ever truly fallen in love once, because his fingers tremble as he nurses Kana the way he knows how to—because he's done it before and he thinks he'll probably keep doing it.

Seeing Kana in the face of danger has him trembling. He's only human, after all. No matter how cool, how passive he seemed—love always knew how to show itself. Inside the silence of his apartment, he holds her close as if it would protect her for much longer and he doesn't comment on the dampness on his shirt as she sobs.

Rintarou's heart aches.

He realizes what love feels like as he held Kana in his arms and took care of her. He realizes what it feels like to yearn and want so much that it makes you sick—because when he stands to get water, Kana's hands wrap around his wrist to stop him and she asks, "Don't leave me, Rin."

He tells her he won't, because how could he?

Rintarou knows what love feels like. Love felt like this, love was what it was when he'd been with Kana, when he put her first and when he'd given up past relationships because he'd been searching for someone who's always been there.

He figures, if that's how love was, then—he was surely in love with you.

in case you're confused, here's an explanation.

#suna x reader #haikyuu x reader #suna rintarou #suna angst #suna smau #hq x reader #haikyuu smau #!! as friends

[euphoricimagination]

𝑴𝒊𝒅𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕☾︎-𝑺𝒖𝒏𝒂 𝒙 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

- It's midnight, you have classes tomorrow morning, and yet you can't sleep, so Suna decides to help out despite being the middle of the night.

12:43 am reads in the clock and yet sleep isn’t coming any time soon. Today was a productive day, you even felt tired in the afternoon, but now laying down in your pillow all that tiredness basically disappeared, leaving you wide awake. So you decided to text Suna, who you knew was most likely awake.

You are good friends with the volleyball team in Inarizaki thanks to Samu, and tend to go to their practices whenever you had time to spare. In the beginning things with him were a little awkward due to his stoic demeanor, but shortly after you two started to get closer and closer, ending up with you having a crush on him.

The Inarizaki team soon realized that Suna also had a big crush on you. Whenever you were around, he became more proactive practicing, he never lets you buy anything, his hoodies were basically yours, or he simply goes to talk to you in the breaks. You weren’t oblivious to this; you noticed that he was more attentive to you than the rest – and Samu “accidentally” confirmed it one day – but confessing was still nerve-wracking. What if it was just a big misunderstanding? You couldn’t just ruin a good friendship.

[You] “Yo, you up?”

[Rin🦊] “Yeah, what are YOU doing up?” “You tend to be out by now”

[You] “Cant sleep😒” “And I’m bored”

[Rin🦊] “Do I look like a clown to you?”

[You] “I mean...”

[Rin🦊] “Rude🤨” “And here I was going to help you out, guess you can deal with it alone”

[You] “Wait no!” “Pls help me🥺”

[Rin🦊] “Should’ve though of that before, sunshine ;)”

[You] “Come on, you cant be serious” “Rin…” “Are you seriously leaving me on read??”

You stare at your phone in disbelief, he could tease you forever but he rarely left you on read, especially if you two were talking. So you’re there, just scrolling in your phone waiting for sleep to appear. It’s 1:25 am now when another text comes in. “Come and open the door”.

You stand up from your bed slowly, trying to make as little sound as possible when opening the door. Suna was there waiting, tired look in his face, a extra hoodie on one of his arms.

- What are you doing here?

- You couldn’t sleep – said simply. ‘So fucking cute’ thinks Suna when he saw you in your pijamas and a low ponytail.

- Yes…and? That doesn’t explain anything

- Let’s go to the convenience store and get some food, that either helps you get tired or cures your boredom

- Rin, it’s 1:30 in the morning, we have classes in a few hours and you go to practice even earlier.

- I didn’t come all the way here for nothing. Put this on, I’ll buy you your food – says throwing you his extra hoodie, the one that you particularly like. He wouldn’t say it out loud, but he would do anything for you. Even if that meant going out in the middle of the night just to help you out.

- Fine, but don’t blame me if you’re tired in practice

You two are now sitting in the convenience store eating a pot of ramen each. Both of you with tired faces, yet laughing out loud at his stories. He absolutely loves telling you all the gossip that happens in the team.

- …and then Tsumu thought it will be a good idea to throw a ball at the back of his head, the fight was so big that we had to call it a day early.

- Sometimes I wonder what’s going on on Tsumu’s head… like why?

- I don’t know, but man it was fun to watch – says while you yawn – am I boring you sunshine?

- No, no sorry…God I look so tired – you said after catching your reflection in your phone, 2:45 am.

- You do. Ouch! You said it yourself! – says with a small smile after you threw one of his cheese sticks at him. ‘And somehow you’re still the prettiest thing my eyes have seen’ Suna thinks, slightly cringing at himself but knowing how true the statement was. He could just look at you for days without getting tired.

- You’re not supposed to agree! – you said back with an annoyed tone, another yawn interrupting your giggles

- Come on sunshine, let’s get you home – says getting up taking your hand before leaving. The short walk back to your house was in a comfortable silence, both of you not wanting to disturb the quiet atmosphere while still holding hands.

- You sure don’t want to stay? Is already late and you have to head back – you say when you reach your home

- Nah, you have to sneak back in anyway, it’s not thaat far away – says with a tired grin

- Thank you for coming all the way here  

- You owe me, I only went out of my bed because it was you

- I know – you said. You moved forward to hug him by his waist, laying your face on his chest. You didn’t know if it was his words that gave you a little more confidence or it was the lack of sleep acting up – How can I repay you?

- Easy – ‘Fuck it’ thinks Suna to himself. One of his hands goes to your waist while the other takes your chin delicately, moving it so you can look at him. His eyes move down to your lips, and then up again to look at your eyes. Sleep suddenly drifts away as he slowly closes the distance between the two of you, pressing your lips together softly. After several seconds, you two pull away, a smile tugging from both of your lips when noticing your blush faces – Done. From now on I only accept this as a repayment

- I don’t mind that – You said pulling him down one more time for a quick kiss. You will talk about this properly tomorrow, too tired to make a coherent line of thought now.

- See you tomorrow sunshine – says with a lazy smirk on.

- See you – You said entering your house quietly, the smile not leaving your face on the way to your room.

- So there you were – says your mom quietly going out of her room – I should scold you for going out this late, but at least you were with Suna so I’ll let it slide for today. Go to sleep – says with a teasing smile on

- S-sure – you said while blushing. She clearly saw everything. Once in your room, you lay down putting your phone to charge, noticing a message from Suna

“Good night doll, dream about me cause I certainly will dream about you ;)”

BONUS

The next morning you arrive to Inarizaki with a tired, yet happy look. You’re passing next to the gym to grab some milk when you hear someone calling you

- Chibii! Wait!! – says Tsumu coming out of the gym alongside Samu, both with a teasing grin

- Interesting, both you and Sunarin have the same tired look on, any reason? – says Samu

- Ehh…

- Hanging out with him in the middle of the night, huh? – says Tsumu showing you Suna’s Instagram story, a photo of when you where picking a ramen with the caption ‘what I do for this idiot🙄' – so…you two are finally together?

- We are. Hi sunshine – says Suna passing his arm through your shoulder and kissing the corner of your lips – Stop bothering her so early, let’s go

He takes your hand and pulls you towards the classroom, both of the twins giving a thumbs up with a satisfied smile on.

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[janshu]

Inu!Bakugo...for @ultimate-astridwriting's Hybrid collab!

Summary: My part of the hybrid collab. I had so much fun writing an angry Pomeranian Bakugo. 10/10 would do again. I'm not completely happy with it but who ever is? I'm still proud of myself!

Word count: 2.2k.

Warnings: Fem!Reader, Bakugo being an ass, sexual content, somnophilia, collars, choking, humping, creampie, name calling (bitch, slut, whore etc.), use of the word cunt.

You sigh as you rummage around in your pocket to produce the key to your home. After a long day's work all you want to do is get some dinner, take a bath and go to bed but none of those things would be possible would they?

No, not after the spur of the moment decision to adopt a hybrid of all things. The week earlier was one of torrential downpours and near freezing temperatures, the roads making a slushy substance of half-melted ice and salt to prevent the very thing it was being mixed in with. People stayed indoors the best they could when they weren't at work but life had to shit on you and make your car breakdown in the parking garage. Umbrella rested on your shoulder, rain boots on your feet with your spare in your bag and you trudged through cold, mushy hell back home. The streets were barren as a Walmart on a weekday at 4am, no life passing by you until you crossed an alley between two businesses. A pathetic whimper had caught your attention and your gaze drifted down to a soaked cardboard box. What was in that box you weren't sure if you should curse or love. A hybrid.

Narrow red eyes stared at you in suspicion, fangs bared at you but the creature didn't make any attempts to nip at your fingers when they neared to ruffle the spikey head of hair. The hybrid had leaned into your touch before recoiling away as if you had smacked him. The black and orange collar had seen better days, the charm that dangled on the hollow of his neck read "Dynamite" but he didn't give any indication that was his name when you repeated it outloud. He was barely dressed in anything, a thin t-shirt, shorts with ragged Converse that had more holes than Swiss cheese. Truthfully he looked a few days away from starvation and how could you keep that on your conscience if you left him there? After laying your warm coat over his shoulders you somehow, someway, managed to get him back to your place. Everything went downhill from there in the blink of an eye.

The weak puppy persona was gone the moment warm food settled in his belly and within the hour he acted as if you had crowned him king of the house. Beginning his rambles of curses, demands and biting at your fingers. The worst of it happened when you tried to take his collar off for a new one, one that wasn't frayed and barely hanging on. "Katsuki" as he spat out his name with enough venom to put a Black Mamba to shame had flipped over a coffee table, ripped up every couch cushion and went so far to chew on the linoleum on the kitchen floor.

No doubt you'd be greeted with the same sight as always. Messy, dirty, unknown stains everywhere and dishes still in the sink waiting to be moved to the washer. Maybe if he wasn't such a loud ass you could train him but your frazzled nerves were at their wits end. You didn't know what to do, you were about to throw in the towel and put him up for adoption. Yep, you were disappointed to be proven right. Katsuki reclining on the couch lengthwise, remote in his hand with the most bored expression on his face while idly flipping through channels.

"Fucking finally, you're home! I've been waitin' for fucking hours for your ass to get back! I'm hungry, get your shitty ass in the kitchen and make dinner." He barked. Barely giving you any time to hang up your coat and slip off your shoes before his orders began.

"Katsuki...I can't, not tonight." Could your voice portray anymore pleading? Apparently not because he didn't seem to notice, or care.

The fluffy ear at the top of his head only flicked in response, the top lip curling into his signature snarl. "Then what the fuck are you good for? Get your fucking ass in that god damn kitchen and fucking make dinner already."

All that you were good for? All that you were good for? How dare he! He's been freeloading off you for a week now without so much as a thanks for saving him from the streets, feeding him, clothing him, keeping him warm and dealing with his bullshit and this is how he repays you?

"I've fucking had it with you!" Your voice rose higher than you meant to but at this point you didn't care, a line had been crossed. "You fucking sit there and ruin my shit and yet I'm the useless one? I have half a mind to kick you out! You can make your own fucking dinner, I've had it! I'm done! I can't take this anymore!"

Despite not having any clunky shoes on your feet still managed to resonate in the small living room while you stormed past the couch. You had expected anything, anything at all. A slap, a punch, a groan, literally anything but you were met with only silence and that somehow pissed out off even more. How could silence be so infuriating?! You didn't even notice the terror that washed over his face as you screamed at him or the way his chest heaved with the sob or how he trembled underneath your wrathful gaze as you walked away. The bedroom door slamming made short work of that.

"Fuck I'm such an ass.." You mused to yourself already regretting blowing up at him but what would an apology do that wasn't already broken? So better yet why not send yourself to bed without dinner as some kind of punishment? He'd linger at the doorway to the kitchen, staring at you with those intense eyes if you made dinner anyways so why let him win? He could his own shit for fucks sake!

After a quick shower to dethaw your bones and warm up what was left of your dead soul the softness of your pajamas helped ease the guilt gnawing away like a puppy on its first bone. Laying in bed until sleep eventually overcame you and when he knew it was safe to slip in and sneak over towards your bedside.

Rustling was what woke you. The rustling of clothes and the jingle of something metallic in the darkness of the bedroom. Whatever grogginess you normally suffered when waking up was vanishing the more details were dissected and understood by your half-asleep brain, a process that took an embarrassingly long time. Clothes rustling, the bedsheets moving, heavy pants and something incredibly warm nudging up against the sensitive skin of your inner thighs. Naturally your brain assumed the worst and your eyelids flew open to show nothing; at first. As your eyes adjusted to the pitch black room they found the blazing stare of those vermillion eyes, the bared fangs that belonged to your hybrid.

What the hell was Katsuki doing on top of you?

Noticing that you were awake the snarl turned into a smirk as he huffed, his large chest expanding with each desperate pant. Why did your folds feel so good just as you were waking up?

"Feel that?" How could you not? The feel of a scorching cock bumping up your folds and sensitive clit, wet from the pre leaking from the tip. There was so much of it from what you could feel, too sticky to be your own. His hips had yet to cease moving, no word from your shocked form to still his rutting hips.

"W-what the hell are you doing?" Was the most logical question your brain could come up with in the moment.

"Humping...fucking dumbass." His warm breath created goosebumps on your cool skin, his head must've been so close to yours by the hair tickling your forehead. "Tryin'ta...help ya. Shitty woman.."

"Help? How the fuck is this helping?"

"You've been working so hard so I thought maybe...a good fuck would calm ya down, relax ya." Katsuki's voice was so desperate, so needy, the humping of his cock on your labia increasing.

He was trying to help? He was going to fuck the frustration out of you? Is that was he was offering? Having sex with a hybrid was common enough to not be considered taboo but you couldn't help but feel he was trying to worm his way into your good graces. Unless your words had struck some kind of cord with him. "Okay, alright, I'll let you help."

"Fuck yeah!"

With that the head of his cock nudged against your cunt, already spread and waiting for him. How long had he been doing this for? The burn of the stretch was delicious, he was just big enough to fill you up but not hurt. Settling right up to kiss the tip of your cervix when he bottomed out. His hands grip at your thigh and hip, pulling his back to slam his cock right back into you. Over and over, over and over, over and over. Practically using you as a fleshlight to get himself off but damn if it didn't feel good, him bouncing you on his cock so roughly each thrust was sending the headboard against the wall.

"Oh fuck...oh fuck, Katsuki!" Your hands pat around and eventually find his biceps and you cling on for dear life, your nails digging crescent shaped markings into his skin.

"Yeah, yeah...you like this form of stress relief, don'tcha you dirty slut?" Undoing the collar around his neck the frayed cloth of the strap is tied around your neck, the buckle clamping down tightly to constrict your airflow while two fingers slip under it to pull and tug. "You're my dirty fucking slut! Mine...mine...mine...mine, fucking mine!"

Your fingers trailed down the tiny amount of space between your bodies down to the precious, neglected nub between your legs. Barely able to wiggle your index and middle finger down there from the rabid fucking you were receiving to circle the bundle of nerves and send yourself over the edge. Each clap of your thighs smacking against each other forcing your hate for his behavior ebbing away. If he was going to act like this all the time how could you kick him out?

"F-fuck! Gonna cum...fucking cum..cum for me. Cum with me!" Katsuki snarled as the pressure around your throat increased. Your hand was smacked away from your clit and was replaced with the large pad of his thumb, frantic circles sending your body into a writhing mess of flails and kicks.

The orgasm that had been steadily building from your ministrations had been ripped away and replaced with one quickly approaching to push you over the edge. The white hot pleasure-coil that formed underneath your belly button snapped and all of it coursed through your system in one go. Paralyzing your body for a split second as you squirted all over the hybrids cock, his still rubbing hand sending the liquid everywhere. Coating his thighs, your thighs and the bed underneath you.

"Fucking fuck! Such a whore, such a dirty girl for me! Oh my fucking g-god!" One last slam of his hips and his own body stilled, burying his cock deep inside your cunt to shoot his cum deep in your womb. He stuttered before his body collapsed on top of you, suffocating you in his sweaty muscles.

Bathing in the afterglow, coming down from your high you could've sworn you heard something. Mumbling, soft mumbling too indistinct to understand. Katsuki's head laying on your shoulder, his nose brushing along your collarbone and was he laying kisses here and there? No, you must've been seeing things. Still buried to the hilt he turned his head to speak, his fluffy ears perked and his tail gently swishing behind him. The sudden light from your phone illuminated the room, casting light on Katsuki's face and the sight made your breath hitch in your throat. Clearly he had been crying. Tear stains streaked down his cheeks, brows knitted together and the same lost look he had plastered on his face appeared again.

"Please, please don't kick me out. I'll do anything, please...please don't abandon me. Not again." His arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer as he hid his face in your neck. Voice breaking, shoulders trembling, the verge of crying all over again quickly approaching.

Your heart broke and you returned the favor by hugging him around the shoulders, a hand carding through his hair to soothe him. Had he been abandoned? Did his previous owners not like him? Was all his aggressiveness some kind of defense mechanism? Was he giving you a reason to kick him out to keep himself from experiencing that kind of pain again? Oh, poor baby. "Never again...just don't destroy things anymore, okay? Help me around the place a little more will ya?"

"Yes." Katsuki snuggled on top of you. Finally believing he had a real home with you, a place where he could belong. "....Master."

#boku no hero academia #my hero academia #katsuki bakugo #inu bakugo #hybrid bakugo #hybrid au #bakugo katsuki x reader #x reader #tw:nsfw #tw:hybrid #tw:humping #tw:creampie #tw:collar #tw:choking #tw:naughty words #tw:name calling #tw:somnophilia

[donaweasley]

What If

Pairing: Loki x Fem! Avenger! Reader

Plot:

A silly game of “What-Ifs” between two friends eventually leads to the realisation that the future, if spent together, may not be as bleak as they had anticipated it to be. A dialogue-based best friends-to-lovers cliché.

Warnings: Relationship angst, too many dialogues, long read, happy ending!!!

Read time: ~28 mins

Author's Note:

It's a long read with far more dialogues than can be deemed healthy. The reason is, I didn't want their arc to feel rushed. It had to be cooked slow. Another reason is that, I can't help hearing my characters, and it triggers a flood of dialogues! I'm trying to work on controlling it. 😬 Hope you enjoy!

Now has a sequel: Their Little Secret

“C’mon! You’re breaking the rules now,” Loki casually waved his hand at his best friend.

“I’m not. There’s nothing to answer really,” (Y/N) replied with a shrug.

“There must be something on your mind!”

She pretended to think for a second, and shook her head.

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It was a usual night in the compound. It was just another night when one of these two friends had called the other in the middle of the night for some midnight snack. It was just another of those happy times when they had tiptoed into the kitchen like thieves because...no, no one would mind some missing nachos or ice creams, but because it was fun!

It wasn’t easy for Loki to open up to someone, let alone to allow the other person in. Neither was it easy for (Y/N) to trust somebody, given her past, especially when that somebody was infamous for betraying almost everyone, at every step, not to mention his attempts at ruling Earth and causing massacre.

But time is a healer and a magician.

And here they were now, looking at the moon-washed night life through the west-facing glass wall, and playing a game of “what-ifs”. One would say that it was silly and immature; some would even call their talks gibberish. But when the night was so relaxed and carefree, why wouldn’t they be?

The pale yellow orb hovering above the western horizon cast a soft ray of light through the glass wall. Oblivious to its movements across the room, Loki and (Y/N) were wrapped in a thin blanket on a couch, their feet resting on two separate pouffes.

It had all started with a silly question, something like, “What if you weren’t stuck in this building tonight?”, or something along those lines; they didn’t even remember correctly anymore.

One question led to the other, and soon they found themselves tangled in a game of questions that would have been enough to create an alternate reality. But eventually, they found themselves, not answering with imaginary scenarios, but debating over one particular question:

“What if you find the love of your life tomorrow?”

This question was posed by Loki, rather theatrically, amidst the many others that had tossed different possibilities of their near future. And it was here that (Y/N) refused to play along anymore because, as she stated, it was “the most silly question ever”.

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“So, you claim that my question is even worse than your ‘What if you were a Jotun cat’? What kind of a question is that anyway?” Loki teased.

“Of course, it is. Undoubtedly!” With one wave of her hand, (Y/N) dismissed his appeal.

“And how is that even logical, may I know?”

“C’mon, this entire game is out of the boundaries of logic,” she claimed. “Your behaviour is like that of a cat. Don’t make that face; it brings you closer to being a cat. And...a Jotun cat sounds cool!”

Loki sighed. “And my question is ridiculous! If the game is beyond all reason, then...” he shrugged, “say something...weird, and move on!”

“Fine! If I-if... If I meet the love of my life tomorrow,...I’ll stab him. Or her. Or them. I don’t even know.” She huffed.

“Ouch!” Loki made a face, ”Didn’t see that coming. I would enjoy the stabbing part though. Thank the Norns, you never declared your feelings for me!”

She looked at him sideways with a stern face. Loki noticed the irritation simmering just beneath her skin, ready to burst out at the next prodding.

“Hey,” he placed a hand on her arm, “what happened? Was it something I said?”

She turned her face away. But Loki wasn’t giving up that easily.

“(Y/N),” he gently tugged at her arm, “look at me.”

When she finally turned towards him, he held her by the shoulders just to make sure that she couldn’t move away again.

“Now, you’ll tell me everything. What happened?” He inquired again. “I thought you were having fun.”

“It’s nothing Loki, it’s just that...you know I don’t like discussing my non-existent love-life. It’s...it kind of makes me...sad sometimes. Especially in a setting like this!” She waved her hands at her surroundings. “I mean, look at it, a full moon, a silent night, blankets and… It just leaves me with this reminder that I’ll be alone all my bloody life!”

Loki’s hands slowly retracted from her form and folded themselves on his chest. And just like that, they both found themselves staring out of the window.

“I’m sorry,” Loki’s voice audibly reflected the guilt that had formed within, “I never intended to...”

“No, you shouldn’t be. It’s...I overreacted. I’m sorry, Loki. I just ruined the mood. Shit! And it’s not my hormones, mind you!”

“I know,” Loki chuckled. “And you did not ruin anything. It’s natural to feel, isn’t it?”

She looked at him with a raised brow, “Somebody’s learning!”

“Somebody’s got a good teacher,” he smiled.

“Aww!! I love it when you acknowledge my awesomeness!” She wrapped an arm around him, pulling him in closer, and pinched his cheek.

“Ugh! Let go of me! Let...go!!”

The room was filled with (Y/N)’s cackles and Loki’s threats as he wriggled out of her grip.

“Do that one more time, and I’ll stab you!”

But it wasn’t enough to stop her chortles.

“Would you now?” she teased, and raised her hands again in a faux attempt at squeezing his cheeks.

He swatted them away.

“Stop it!” He warned again, only to emanate snorts from her.

But the next second, his voice changed into a compassionate one, “Why do you think you’ll be alone all your life? How old are you anyway? 80? 90? Isn’t that supposed to be old in human years?”

Once again her cheerful mood fled behind a thick curtain of annoyance. But this time she did not look away. She simply rolled her eyes, and pulled her legs from the pouffe to sit cross-legged, and shifted to face him.

“No, I’m not that old. But why are you suddenly so interested in this topic?”

“Because suddenly, you seem to have found an interest in getting annoyed.”

“Then don’t annoy me.”

“Not in my nature, I’m afraid.”

She couldn’t decide whether to hit him or laugh at him.

“Loki-” She curled her fists and shut her eyes.

“I’m listening, darling,” he smirked.

Of course, she knew how stubborn Loki could be!

Who else would know that better than me?

“Okay,” she placed her palms flat on her thighs, “the thing is...I can never make a relationship last more than two years. I waste my time trying to establish a...a proper, long-lasting relationship - something permanent - and end up with a heartbreak. Every. Fucking. Time. I’ve given up. I’ve had enough! Now, even if anyone makes a move, or if I’m interested in someone, I just remind myself that it’s not gonna work! I just don’t put any effort anymore.”

Loki hummed in response; his eyes were focused on her as if he was trying to decipher a mystery.

“And,” she continued, “given my current ‘job’,” she air-quoted the word, “I’m more sure than ever that no one will last more than two months now!”

Once she voiced the storm in her head, her eyes softened and she looked down at her lap. Through hooded eyes, she stole a guilty, fleeting glance at her friend, who seemed to be musing about something really serious. His eyes were strained on the carpet, while his chin rested on a fisted hand balancing itself on his thigh.

For a long moment neither said anything. Only the distant buzz of the sleepless city floated through the air and filled the room.

It was Loki who disrupted the silence with a long and heavy sigh.

“I knew that Midgardian men were impatient, narcissistic-”

“Look who’s talking,” she smirked as she interrupted him.

He gave her a quick deadpanned stare before resuming, “-imbeciles, but I was beginning to think that they have good tastes in women. It’s disappointing, not surprising though, that they have proven me wrong.”

A small laugh almost made its way to its escape, but she pushed it back. “You think so?” She quipped.

He shrugged, “From what you’ve said, there is no reason to think otherwise.”

She sat a little straighter. “Really? Do go on!”

Loki immediately noticed the effect that he had planned for. Without giving away the joy of his small triumph, he continued, “Indeed! Look at you! You’re an amazing woman! You’re brave, witty, independent...smart...excellent with knives! And that’s my favourite thing about you, by the way. ”

Feigning offence, she exclaimed, “And I thought your favourite thing about me was that I tolerate all your tantrums, and keep up with your shenanigans.”

“I don’t throw tantrums, darling,” he pushed the accusation away with his silky tone, “and don’t tell me that you take no pleasure in the havoc that we wreck together.”

At this, she could no longer suppress the evil grin that spread across her face, “I do love a bit of chaos. It’s fun.”

“To think of it,” Loki added excitedly, “had you been on Asgard, you might have been the Goddess of Chaos!”

“Oh! Thank you!” She replied with a dramatic wave of her hands.

Both laughed at the way their words were unfolding.

“Thank you, Loki,” (Y/N) said after their little whirlwind of laughter had calmed down, “I guess I needed to hear something nice about myself. It’s been a long, long time since I heard it.”

“I meant every word of it,” he replied in a solemn tone that made something flutter in her chest.

Was it gratitude? Was it joy? Was it love for her best friend?

It was hard to tell. It seemed to be everything at once.

She simply smiled at him. “Even the ‘Goddess of Chaos’ part?”

“Especially that part,” he asserted, and she laughed.

“You’re the best, Loki!” She gave him a half hug.

“That, I definitely am. But you’re not too shabby yourself. And you should never ever be sad for someone else’s failure.”

“Alright, I get what you’re trying to do here,” she landed a playful punch to his shoulder. “I’m fine! Really! I just got a little carried away.”

“No, I really mean it,” he tried to assure her. “You are one of the most magnificent women I have known! And mind you, I’m rather picky in these cases.”

She laughed, “Of course, I’d know that! ... Loki, it’s...it’s alright. Some people just don’t have it in them to sustain relationships no matter how wonderful they are. I’m okay with it.”

“Come on! A narcissistic God is showering you with genuine compliments! And you’re still not convinced that it’s not your fault but of all those who failed to keep up with you?”

She tried another attempt at convincing him, “It works both ways.”

“Norns! I can’t believe you’re so foolish!”

“Enlighten me, please,” she drawled.

“I believe I have already established the fact that you are phenomenal.”

When she giggled and nodded, he carried on.

“Good. Now, your job, as you put it, shouldn’t be a hindrance in your relationship. You’re doing the marvellous job of being a guardian to thousands of people. People you don’t even know! How many would put their necks out there to do it?”

“C’mon, Loki, when duty calls, you have to leave everything behind and just go! Who’d tolerate that for days? They will snap one day.”

“I’d never do that!” Realizing his mistake, he quickly corrected himself, “What I mean is, had I been in their place, I’d have never done that.”

“That’s because you’re on the team,” she argued. “So, it’s normal to you.”

“No, it’s not because I’m on the team. I’d-” He sighed. “Fine, why don’t you try finding someone from this field? Stark’s parties are a great place to hunt humans.”

“‘Hunt humans’?” She snorted, “I like the sound of that. Nay, haven’t found anyone. Besides, mixing professional and personal life can be fatal. You never know when your personal life might get jeopardised because of a mission gone wrong. Y’know, the usual blame-game and all. I hate all that!”

Loki brooded over her words for a few seconds before asking, “I don’t get it. Why would it be fatal? I mean, look at us,” he gestured in between them. “We have a perfect understanding. We’d never blame the other for any petty thing. Or-or let it affect our friendship.”

“That’s because we have the perfect understanding, Loki! You said it yourself. It’s a rare thing that we have. And I can’t expect it to be with anyone else. They’re not you, Loki.”

“They’re not us,” he corrected her.

Joy seeped through his senses as he watched her face brighten up at his words.

With a nod, she continued, “You see, all that spark, excitement, promises - these sound really great at the beginning. As time passes, as the real world pushes in, love moves to the backseat. Love is not enough. There comes a time when you have to balance everything together, and love becomes one of those things. It becomes a chore.”

“I’m sorry, I don’t follow you,” Loki stated with a frown. “That sounds so sad!”

“It is!”

“Well, it shouldn’t be! Loving you shouldn’t be a chore! Let’s say...hypothetically...if I’m in love with you, then you’d be my passion. And passions never become a duty, not even in the worst of times. Instead, they help us breathe when everything comes caving in. You’d be my...my moment of peace in a war. How could I not be tempted to embrace this beautiful moment?”

“Unfortunately, Loki, that’s not how it works. See, when you have a lot on your plate, say your job, your dreams, your daily life and all the pressure that comes with these, you’ll find less and less time for your loved one. Things get hectic and eventually frustrating. You won’t be able to keep that flame alive even if you want to. And one day, you’ll come to realize that you have distanced yourself from your moment, even if you never wanted to. But it’d be too late. There’d be no going back.”

“I’d never distance myself from you! I mean, from my moment. I’ve been a king, and I know how taxing royal duties can be. Sometimes, it seemed like a luxury to get even a minute to myself.”

“See? So, how could you have found time for me?”

“I would have, darling. Not plenty, but whatever little time I’d have gathered, I’d have made them memorable. For you. For us. And maybe we could have gone on long rides occasionally. Rekindle the old flames? Or-or we could have gone on visits to other realms...for political reasons, of course, but could have taken the opportunity to spend a small vacation with each other. What do you say?”

Painfully tempting images of a life that could have been floated in her eyes.

“And what if we came back to Earth, and I got involved in...say, a job that was all hectic and left me all frustrated, and with little time for you?” She shrugged.

With a sigh, Loki shifted to face her fully. “We will take care of each other, (Y/N). If one gets low, the other pulls both up. And I know that together, we can do anything! I believe in you more than I believe in myself.”

She smiled brightly as she acknowledged, “That is...that sounds doable, yes.”

“You’re special,” he placed a hand on her cheek, “and you need to be treated in the most special manner. One that befits my queen.”

A moment passed between them as they looked into each other's eyes, both seeing the same beautiful picture.

His queen!

My queen!!

Wait, what is he...?

Damn! What am I doing! What will she...!

Loki cleared his throat as he abruptly pulled his hand back to his side.

“I’m sorry, I...”

“No, it’s okay,” she cringed at the way the words squeaked out of her. Clearing her throat, she continued, “We were just giving examples.”

“Yes, just examples,” he agreed.

“It’s fine! I understand.”

“Great! It’d have been quite...awkward...otherwise.”

“Oh no! It’s...uh...totally fine. We’re best buddies!” She gave his arm a light punch.

“Right!” He nodded, and focused his gaze on the floor.

After taking a minute to calm his heart, he wore his witty persona back.

“See, having a relationship is not at all tough. All you need is a good partner. And I’ve proved myself right again! No, wait. There’s something you mortals do. It’s...uh...about throwing something...”

“Goblets? We don’t do that. It’s you-”

“No, not throwing, it’s about dropping something...after you have proven a point...”

“...Mic drop?” She chuckled.

His eyes lit up.

“Yes! ‘Mic drop’. So, as I was saying, all you need to have a happy and successful relationship is a good partner. Mic drop!” He concluded as he mimicked the action.

She sighed. “There’s just one tiny problem. I’d probably never find the right person. The ones that flirt with me, don’t understand me, and the ones that understand me have friendzoned me.”

“I’ve never friendzoned you,” Loki quickly replied with a frown. “J-Just clarifying...in case you were talking about me.”

“Of course, I’m talking about you, you big oaf!” She flicked his arm.

“Hey! You friendzoned me.”

“No…? It was you! Well, yeah, I never tried to flirt with you or anything but...anybody could see that you were being just my friend.”

“I can say the same about you,” Loki playfully accused.

“Whatever,” she shrugged.

A thought started playing in her mind. And a couple of seconds later, she decided to say it aloud, “I...umm...Just curious...y’know, don’t take it in any other way. Did you ever think of flirting with me?” She put forward each word very cautiously.

Loki furrowed his brows, and opened his mouth to reply, but before he could, she warned him, “Be honest!”

Immediately, his confident attitude changed into a helpless one. “Yes, I did. Maybe once. Or twice. But that was all! I assure you!”

She could hardly contain the amusement that was bubbling inside.

“What’s so funny about it?” Loki asked with furrowed brows.

“Nothing,” she shook her head as she tried to hold back her laughter, “nothing at all. It’s,” and then she lost it, “I’m sorry! It’s funny! I don’t know why, I find it funny hearing from you!”

“Look who’s laughing!” He said wryly. “I could clearly hear your thoughts the first few days after I stepped into this structure. Every compliment that your little mind cooed at my divine persona. And may I dare say that not all of them were decent.”

Her hysterics were long forgotten as her face went red at the comment.

“How dare you invade my mind?” Her hand had balled into a fist, ready to hit his arm when he caught it.

“I didn’t invade it, darling. You were practically shouting inside that pretty head of yours. I could have heard it from the other side of the planet!”

“That was a long time ago,” she refused to meet his eyes. “I make better choices and better decisions now.”

“Do you?”

She opened her mouth to speak but closed it without uttering a syllable, and crossed her arms.

Loki nudged her with his elbow. “Hey, it’s fun to tease you. Don’t be a spoilsport.”

“I hate you,” she peeked at him through the corner of her eye.

“What can I say,” Loki sighed. “Alright, if you say so.”

She smirked as she glanced at him sideways.

Loki cleared his throat in a not-so-subtle manner. “So, the next time Stark throws a party, I’ll find someone for you.”

Immediately, she face-palmed, and groaned, “No.”

“What?”

“Please drop this topic. And you’d probably find me a psychopath, anyway” She joked.

“That hurt!” Loki exclaimed with a hurt look masking his humour, “do you think so little of me? Can’t I find a proper partner for my best friend, my darling?”

“No, it didn’t hurt. Don’t fake it. I know you better than anyone.”

“No, you don’t. You-”

“I do. And...I’m fine, Loki” she reassured him, “being with myself, with the people here, being with you.” She gently bumped her knee into his.

“Will these be enough?” His tone had left the playfulness behind. “Will I be enough? For all your life?”

She shrugged, “I think so. You...stick with me all the time, you understand me, you...make me feel good. What more could I want to be happy?”

“You know what more you are missing. A friend can never touch the boundaries of what a lover can give you.”

“I don’t need a lover. Just be with me all my life, and I won’t need anyone else.”

He gave her hand a light squeeze. “I will. I promise.”

Her playful smile was back. “Thanks for all the pep talk, my dearest God. But turns out that I’m better off alone. Now can we please go back to the game? It’s my turn to ask you.”

“Alright,” he smiled back, “if you say so.”

“Stop saying that!” A defeated sigh left her. “You won’t be convinced, will you?”

“Probably not. Because I know that this will gnaw at you again a few days later. I know you’ll be sad again. And that I won’t allow on my watch.”

“God!”

“Right here, listening to you!” Loki quipped.

Rolling her eyes, she muttered, ”Damn you!” And proceeded to put forward a proper argument.

“The reason why I’m avoiding a new relationship is because I don’t want another heartache. I can’t handle breakups. That’s why I’m...”

When Loki didn’t make another attempt at dissuading her from her arguments, she added, “I just...try everything to avoid a heartbreak. Because when I get one, I lose control over myself.”

“Yes, I’ve seen. Once.”

“Then you must have noticed how vicious I become. Sarcasm drips from my mouth all the time, I say things that I shouldn’t, I...I hurt people. And in turn, I hurt myself. I yell at those who want nothing but good for me. But...”

“But being mean seems to be the only way to mask the pain,” he finished her line.

“It does, yes!”

She looked at him, and into his eyes that silently spoke of the pain that was resurfacing. She remembered something.

“You and I are so...alike!”

He nodded with a smile. “And maybe that is why we understand each other more than anyone ever could. … But we’re more than just being alike, if you think about it.”

She noticed how his voice gradually rose from its usual calmness to an excited tone, and his hands moved with his words.

Loki continued, “You point out my mistakes but don’t accuse me like everyone else does. You show me what’s right. And there’s this-this thing about you, which is so scary...the way you make me do all the things that you want. I-I mean, I am the God here! But you…a mortal...how can you have so much power over me?”

He sighed as his voice dropped to a compassionate tone, “You make me happy, (Y/N). You’ve taught me to forgive when I can, to forget what I can’t fix.”

“Don’t always do that,” she interrupted with a smirk.

His evil smile made a brief appearance before he resumed his warm note, “I like being with you. No...I love being with you! You make me feel good. You make me feel...I don’t know.... You make me feel…”

“Complete?”

“Yes!” He observed her, “You complete me.”

For yet another time, silence enveloped them. The only difference was that this time, it was comfortable. Even in their hushed moments, they could hear each other, know what the other wanted to say.

After a while of exchanging quiet stares, (Y/N) spoke, “All this time I believed, but now I know for myself, that you are indeed Silvertongue!”

Loki looked at his lap and laughed, but in the pale light of the setting moon, she noticed the pink that had crept up his ears and cheeks.

“I meant every word of what I said,” he reassured her once again that evening.

“I know, Loki.”

Loki watched her as she shifted to a kneeling position, and leaned towards him. He felt his face becoming hotter as she supported herself on his shoulder with one hand, and placed a soft kiss on his cheekbone.

As she settled back, her lips tingled with the memory of Loki’s skin on it.

They had been best friends, yes, but she had never allowed herself more than a quick hug because she knew that Loki wasn’t someone open to random touches. And she wanted to respect that. Always.

But this peck felt right. It felt necessary. And it felt...different.

What happened next wasn’t guided by logic anymore, but only by their senses.

Loki put his legs back on the pouffe, and scooted a little closer to (Y/N). Taking the cue, she shifted so that her leg was stretched out, and back on the pouffe - not on hers but his - and sat close to him. He arranged the blanket so that it covered them both again.

Another stretch of silence enveloped them. To them, the moment was beautiful. To Loki, who had never experienced anything similar before, it was precious. If he could stop time, he would have done it right then and there.

“Why haven’t you found anyone yet?” She asked him.

“Royalty has its disadvantages,” he replied without taking a moment to think.

She leaned back slightly to get a good look at his face, “Didn’t you ever find anyone from the royal...uh...what do you call it? Of royal blood?”

Loki laughed at her naivety. “Can’t say I didn’t. But none of them were the one. Besides, most people chose my handsome brother over me. And if anyone chose me, well, it was mostly because of my royal title. None of them were real.”

“That’s awful! I would never have done that to you! I’d have chosen you for the wonderful being that you are. But, I get it; happens on our planet, too.”

“Everywhere,” he asserted.

“So...who do you think is the one for you?”

He looked down at her face, which was mere inches away from his. For the first time in months of their friendship, he felt something swell inside his chest at the closeness.

“I still don’t know,” he whispered, “but I think the Norns might have started giving me clues.”

He didn’t need to explain, obviously. All the tension that had been building up throughout the night had placed them both on the same page.

Without thinking, Loki moved his wrist so that his palm was facing the ceiling. And instinctively, (Y/N) placed her hand in it, their fingers closing around each other.

"It's odd," she announced after a while.

"Indeed."

"It's weird. I mean, what were we even thinking!" She huffed, although she was still clutching his hand, as was he holding hers.

"Exactly what I was thinking. You and me?” Loki laughed nervously, “Come on!"

"Yeah!"

"Right".

Silence, their faithful companion for the night, visited them once again.

"Could it be? You and me?" Loki’s voice was a little more than a whisper, and bordered on the edge of confidence and doubt.

"Doesn't sound so bad. Not after all these... Talks?" She whispered back.

"Right!"

"Right."

And once again, they fell quiet.

The strangeness of the moment pushed them both into a whirlpool of thoughts. From acquaintances to partners to friends to best friends to...lovers?

Can this even be possible? What if it’s just a passing phase? What if everything goes back to normal tomorrow? Will we still be able to talk normally? But… This feels right. Just...right.

With a sigh, (Y/N) put her head on Loki’s shoulder.

"I don't want to rush into anything and ruin what we have," she confessed in a hushed tone, eyes staring into the night outside.

"Neither do I. You're the only one I have."

With a raised brow, she looked up at him.

"And Thor," he corrected himself with a small smile.

"Glad you remember him "

"Shut up.

Slowly, hesitantly, Loki put his free hand around her. Unsure of the appropriateness of the action, he kept his arm loosely hanging around her frame.

He waited for a while. Had Loki looked at her face, instead of looking straight ahead in fear, he would have noticed the small smile that had formed on her lips.

When she didn’t flinch or protest, he began to rest his arm properly but gently on her. He even went ahead and made the slightest possible effort to pull her closer to him.

The smile that had started forming on her now spread wide enough to turn into a grin. Its reflection was found on Loki’s face, too, who could finally muster the courage to look at her, although he was equally worried that she would be able to hear his heart trying to hammer its way out of his chest.

With every minute that passed, Loki became more baffled, for he couldn’t decide which moment he’d frame and hang on the wall of his heart as the most precious one.

"Are you feeling hot?" She asked without looking at him.

"A bit, yes. You, too?"

"Quite a bit, actually," she gulped.

"Is it normal?"

"I guess, yes. Totally! Had we been cool about it, it'd have meant that there's no spark between us. It’d have felt awkward, wrong."

"So, you agree that there's a spark between us?" He didn’t even attempt to hide the mischievous smirk that shone on his face.

"I had always suspected," she nodded.

"Hmm. When was the last time we went out for dinner?" He asked.

“Probably last month...or was it-”

(Y/N)’s head snapped up to look at him. She could barely put a lid on her excitement.

"Are you proposing to take me out on a date?"

"Well, if we are going to do this, then I'd like to court you properly."

She felt like she'd burst out of sheer excitement.

"If you'd agree to it, that is" Loki clarified.

Taking a large breath, she replied, "I'd love it."

The night was going better than either had expected. Who would have thought that a game of weird questions and a few confessions could change their lives!

(Y/N) put her head back on his shoulder, and let her body slump against him. He held her confidently this time.

“It still feels weird though,” she declared.

“It does, yes, but...maybe this is...right?” In a long time, Loki was hopeful about something, and he wasn’t going to let it slip away. No.

“I hope so.”

“Me, too.”

“Just so you know,” she sat up straight, “Thor is handsome, yes, but you are devilishly charming. You’re intelligent, well-read, witty, sarcastic, great at combat...uh...”

“Go on,” Loki smirked, earning a playful glare from her.

“You are,” she continued, “seductive! And who can resist a sorcerer who knows his way around everything!”

The evil smile that Loki had put away found its way back on his face. “As far as I remember, I did nothing to seduce you. I wonder what will happen if I try...”

“Shut up, Loki! You know I give away raw compliments. I didn’t really mean...I didn’t think...”

He laughed heartily at the furious way she was blushing.

“I was only pulling your leg. I had imagined you to be wise,” he clarified.

“I am! It’s just... I was...” She shook her head.

“So,” Loki resumed, “you think I’m devilishly charming?”

“Drop the topic, please!”

“You can’t resist my sorcery, ha?”

“Please change the topic! Forget what I said!!”

Loki laughed as he continued teasing her. It wasn’t going to be an easy ride, she realized, with the God of Mischief, but it was going to be the best ever!

“(Y/N)?”

“Hmm?”

“I know it was your turn to ask but, what if...you and I are indeed meant to be together?”

She smiled as she rubbed her cheek on his shirt, “I think we’ll have a gorgeous future together. And...I’d love that more than anything else.”

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The next morning...

“Morning, Wanda-”

“Shh! Shh!!” The red-haired witch silenced Natasha, and pointed towards the couch.

Curious, Natasha’s eyes followed the direction that Wanda’s finger was pointing at.

There, snuggled in a blanket, fast asleep, sat (Y/N) and Loki, their legs spread on a pouffe, tangled with each other’s. Loki’s arm was wrapped around her shoulder while she was holding his waist. Her head lay on his chest and his on hers.

“Aren’t they cute?” Wanda whispered.

Before Nat could reply, Tony’s voice cut the conversation.

“Who’s cute?”

This time, both the ladies shushed him, leaving a perplexed expression on his once sleepy face.

When they pointed towards the couch, Tony huffed, “These two! God knows what’s taking them so long to realise! They’re just so-” His face lit up. “Know what? I have an idea! I’ll make them confess. Who’s up for it?”

***

Now has a sequel: Their Little Secret

And...a song for keeping the feelings floating...💕

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Doumeki and his post-timeskip relationship with Yashiro - What's changed, what hasn't, and what will never change

My focus of attention has always been Yashiro, but I've been gathering my thoughts on Doumeki these days... He's very interesting for analysis now and unfairly neglected by me. This evolvement actually gave him way more dimension, made him more engaging for readers like me. So I want to give my opinion on his present persona. Specifically, to address the dilemma about his cold demeanor: when he is acting, when he is not, what's changed and why. Of course, these are all just my personal thoughts, and might change as the story progresses and when we get some insight into his inner world...

This is a lengthy analysis, so I'll put the rest of the text under the cut (hopefully I've learned how to do that - we'll see :D)

I think most of us agree Doumeki's feelings haven't changed. Doumeki was mesmerized by Yashiro, borderline obsessed. He would've done anything for Yashiro (understandably - the guy is irresistible). But more than that, love for Yashiro gave meaning to Doumeki's existence: a passion for life and a reason to live, which he had fundamentally lacked before. He dedicated his life to Yashiro, because, without him, Doumeki would've been ripped of a meaning again. So he stayed in Yakuza, motivated only by the slim possibility of (maybe, someday, somehow) their paths crossing again. Yashiro wanted Doumeki to fly away and be free... but Doumeki can never be free, not while Yashiro is trapped. I've never thought their attachment to one another was healthy, but it was romantic to the bone. They simultaneously fixed and broke one other, touching each other's souls in a way that leaves lifetime consequences. They were literary created to be perfect for each other (that's canon), so yes, Doumeki's love is something that hasn't and will never change.

A big part of Doumeki's demeanor is not an act, not in essence. Sometimes, it's a safe representation of his accumulated hurt feelings. For example: "So you remember me, Kashira." or "You'd still do it with anyone". Those words reveal which Yashiro's actions hurt Doumeki. Doumeki also finds it important to emphasize that he's not Yashiro's little bird anymore. He's an independent, grown man. Now - they're equals: "I'm not your subordinate anymore (you can't kick me out)", "It’s my time and my body." (my love to take me where it wants). He's not reluctant to take actions, confront or provoke Yashiro: "Can you do it with me then? (See? I can even do it your way! Or maybe I still mean something to you, so you can't?)"

When is he saying the opposite of what he feels? Well, he conceals his feelings all the time and does a lot of damage control. For example, when he explained why he knocked out Kido: "No, I'm not furious because he spat in the face of the man I love right in front of me... I'm just doing it 'cause I'm Darkmeki!". In the bathroom scene: "No, I'm not impatient to see you naked, and it's not like I want to start a conversation because I'm interested in you and wanna learn where you stand now after four years of not seeing you... I'm just doing my duty, being a good host and... guarding... something... that I can't guard by the door outside the room." That whole conversation at the end of chapter 46 is a mess. Here is how I would translate his words: "it's not like I'm dying to touch you again after four years - even if it has to be like this - and it's not like that is the only thing I think about every time when I'm alone... I just want to take care of your needs, so you wouldn't compromise my business. It's not like the way Inami made you scream four years ago, still haunts me in my dreams or something. And no, my blood is not boiling at the mere thought of other men touching you and hurting you in my proximity... I just want to be your sole sexual partner because it makes total sense that your sex life would somehow seriously ruin my group's business." Yeah, Yashiro bought that. When Doumeki turns away from Yashiro after having a tense confrontation, he sometimes takes a moment to consolidate. But whenever Yashiro can see him - mask is on. Often, he's conveniently drawn in a way that prevents even us the readers to see his face in especially critical moments.

I won't talk much about the woman. I still like artemisrisen's theory quite a bit. I definitely think Doumeki's involvement with the woman is some kind of ruse, although I'm not opposed to the idea of him having a sexual relationship. After all, Doumeki thinks Yashiro is having sex left and right, so why not him? That would actually be more interesting. It's just... the way this is set up is way too suspicious. Something is not quite right. Regardless of the nature of their relationship and Doumeki's motivations, I guess her main purpose will be to ignite Yashiro's jealousy and bring him to the edge faster. One part of Yashiro probably deludes himself that Doumeki having a woman is good for him. Maybe even Doumeki thinks so. After all, these kinds of things help Yashiro stay a "bystander". But Yashiro could've never maintained that position with Doumeki successfully, and now It's practically impossible. He will soon realize how much Doumeki being involved with a woman just... really, deeply, uncontrollably, indisputably, unbearably hurts him.

Even though Doumeki seems to have mastered the art of concealing his feelings, his honesty and concern sometimes get through. In small things, like how he grabs and holds Yashiro in the bathroom, asking him if he's alright. Or when faced with greater danger. I believe the main reason he drove Yashiro home was because he was upset at the prospect of Yashiro getting involved in a dangerous feud between families. It wasn't very smart of Doumeki to confront him directly (because when has Yashiro ever valued his life? Danger will only make him want to stay and protect Doumeki). Nevertheless, I believe he didn't plan to push boundaries that night. Inami made him lose control for a second. Just like back at Tsukanawa's. Blinded with jealousy, anger, weird mix of possessiveness and protectiveness... and moments after he became aware that Yashiro wants something from him - yet flees (as always) - he made a move. That was a slip of his mask. But what was the worst that could happen? Yashiro to disappear from his life again? Maybe it's better for Yashiro to go away, a dangerous yakuza war is approaching.

Doumeki's detachment during intimate moments is absolutely deliberate. He's NOT doing it to hurt Yashiro's feelings, he's not doing it because his own feelings have changed, or because he has a girlfriend now. On the contrary. Doumeki knows he hurt Yashiro when he made love to him four years ago. Yashiro cried, and Doumeki looked at him and saw his sister. That made him feel like his worst fear (becoming like his father) came true, and it caused immense guilt and regret. Yashiro fled. Later, when they reunited, Doumeki promised not to touch him again. He wasn't able to figure out the problem, until he had that enlightening conversation with Nanahara on the roof. So... he shouldn't have forced intimacy on Yashiro. He shouldn't have lost control over his feelings. He had four years to drown in his guilt. He still doesn't know how deeply Yashiro was affected. That night of shared love absolutely destroyed everything that made Yashiro survive his formative years, subsequently making Yashiro unable to maintain his protective behavior successfully (so: impotence, engaging in retraumatizing sex - I've talked about it in my previous posts). Yashiro did hurt Doumeki - he shot the guy, went to a suicide mission right after Doumeki spilled his heart out to him, then he pretended not to remember him - but if we combine all the extreme measures Yashiro took to push Doumeki away, I don't think it would ever even come close to the pain Doumeki (unintentionally, but still) caused Yashiro the night they made love. He doesn't want to hurt him like that ever again.

So yes, Doumeki is cold and distant, cautious and calculating. He's still not aware of Yashiro's emotional progress. All he knows is that Yashiro can't deal with feelings. He thinks nothing has changed. From Doumeki's point of view, everyone can have Yashiro more than him. So he shows Yashiro he can be safe too, his feelings are no longer a danger. When Doumeki started to undress him, Yashiro said the same thing he always says: "Just get done with it quickly". One unexpected (and maybe slightly worrisome) side effect of Doumeki's emotional blockage, is that it partly crippled his intuition. Yashiro is in a very fragile state of mind, his act is not impeccable anymore; he sometimes looks so vulnerable in front of Doumeki, but I'm not sure Doumeki notices. It seems like metaphorical "gloves" Doumeki wears, block the touch both ways. He looks determined to maintain the distance at any cost.

Even if Doumeki knew the truth (that Yashiro loves him and is coming to terms with his feelings; that he's starting to crave gentle touch; that he now dreams about kissing Doumeki; that Doumeki is the only person on Earth who Yashiro wants and who can please him at this moment) I don't think for a second that it would solve all their problems. Yashiro's struggle with love and intimacy will probably continue for a long time. He'll occasionally want to flee, provoke, challenge, push away. Four years weren't enough to annul previous thirty-six years (as we can see, Yashiro still can't quite break the damaging pattern of behavior - despite his realization, he's still engaging in violent sex), and these few days will certainly not be enough to magically erase the previous forty years. I'm doubtful Yashiro is ready for Doumeki's pre-timeskip level of affection, but he could be ready for a slightly different approach. The problem is, these two people never knew how to communicate properly, and I don't see that problem magically disappearing either. I think Yashiro is destined to lose control and fall apart at one moment, be crushed with his pain and all sorts of uncontrolled feelings. It can't be avoded, it's just a matter of time and circumstances. I hope Doumeki will be there to embrace him when it happens.

There is definitely a part of Doumeki that's changed on a deeper level. He's matured, toughened up. He faced his fears, lived through his pain, reached his hell and rose up stronger. He gained agency and independency Yashiro always wanted him to have. He's focused, resourceful, strategic. No one will ever say he's not fit for this world again, because he's learned to adapt really damn well. He displayed an outstanding will power (being one of those people who underestimated him, I'm actually impressed). But I think his core is the same. And he's undoubtedly still powered by love. So, in the end, both Tsukanawa and Yashiro were right: there are parts of people that change, and unchangeable parts we're predisposed to (nature vs. nurture debate is never-ending). We sometimes get a glimpse of Doumeki Yashiro loves; for example, when he's texting with the little girl he saved, being as sweet as a cuddly dog. That is a part of him he chooses not to make so prominent now.

Doumeki was never one-dimensional. He was never all sweetness, goodness and naivety - Yashiro idealized him. Which is strange to me... Yashiro saw Aoi receiving some pretty cold treatment at that time. Doumeki rejected his family, hurt his mother and sister immensely. He ignored Aoi for years, despite being aware of her worsening mental health. He was capable to inflict serious, life-threatening bodily injuries to people, without a second thought. In his relationship with Yashiro, he was pushy, often forceful in his displays of affection. He never knew how to respect boundaries. It doesn't matter if the breach was gentle or rough, lack of consent was undeniable. Yashiro repeatedly made a point of how Doumeki shouldn't idealize and romanticize him, while he at the same time kept idealizing Doumeki, staying blind to Doumeki's own inner darkness and underestimating his potential. In the end, I think, it was Yashiro who fell in love with an idealized version of Doumeki, much more than the opposite. Yashiro's emotional development was badly compromised, so it makes sense that the way he falls in love is immature. Part of it was Doumeki's fault, though. Even then, he was intentionally hiding parts of himself. His manipulation was far less skillful, everything was showing on his face (Yashiro probably didn't see it only because he didn't want to), but this time he's doing it so well that even we, the readers, are left to wonder. Both Kamiya and Yashiro said in front of him that yakuza are like actors, and Doumeki seems like he's learned just how to be one - an excellent one.

#saezuru tori wa habatakanai #twittering birds never fly #saezuru meta #saezuru analysis #character analysis #doumeki x yashiro #doumeki #doumeki chikara #yashiro #saezuru #saezuru spoilers #囀る鳥は羽ばたかない

[magicsunwheel]

Why You're F#cking Amazing

Pick-a-Card

How to play: pick one of the photos below using your intuition. You can close your eyes and meditate for a bit or just take a few grounding breaths while thinking of the topic. Feeling drawn to more than one is fine! You might have messages in more than one pile

Pile 1 (x) Pile 2 (x) Pile 3 (x)

My pile numbers always go from left to right, then down to the text row (if applicable)

Pile 1

Cards: The High Priestess, Five of Swords, Seven of Pentacles, The Moon Rx, Five of Rods, Ace of Pentacles

You are so intuitive! You're either very in touch with your divine feminine or are working your way there right now. Something about you is severe in the most beautiful way. You can take things seriously when they need to and the way you command a room with just your presence is unmatched. Maybe you're also a tarot reader or involved in spirituality/divination in some way. Maybe you really like Pick-a-Cards.

Something beautiful about you is that you never give up on a fight, especially when you know the end is worth it. Your ambition is strong and you will fight for what you love and what you want. You are not weak-willed by any means.

This also makes you so unique! You work so hard and put so much labor into your love even if you know it will take a long time to come to fruition. The times that you feel discouraged by a lack of results are few and far between. If for some reason you do find yourself wistfully hoping for faster results or an easier path, you can easily remind yourself of why you started in the first place.

You might have moments where you think of yourself as sneaky or like you're hiding a part of yourself from others, like your true self would be too much for them. I'm here to tell you that your intensity is exactly what make you such a beautiful person! You thrive in competition and in adversity. It gives you a chance to show off your quick thinking and survival skills. Others look at you with envy of how you can make an opportunity out of seemingly nothing!

If you need help improving your self-love, Spirit says to stop comparing yourself to others! You are amazing and beautiful and unique all on your own! Throwing yourself into the fray to compete against others who are nothing like you will only fim your inner shine. And you really do shine! When I asked for a card about why you are beautiful, nearly half the damn deck flew out!

Sprit loves you and I love you so please take care of yourself and keep making those amazing opportunities to improve your physical surroundings. (I feel like you have a very clean room/home)

Pile 2

Cards: Nine of Rods, the World, King of Cups, Three of Rods, Ace of Rods, Two of Cups

Ahh the Loona pile!

Similar to Pile 1, but much more fiery! You are resilient! Taking time to collect yourself before pushing forward with a renewed sense of energy and purpose is such an amazing and useful trait. You maybe aren't as commanding of a presence but you have such an inner strength that no one can deny.

You got the World for the reason why you're beautiful! Maybe it's related to physically being very beautiful and possibly exotic-looking. You might have very specific features associated with a certain area of the world that stand out where you live. You also have such a wonderful understanding of the world and where it's currently at. Things can seem negative or like hope is lost but you still seek out the beauty and share it with others. You see opportunity where others do not and feel a sense of peace and connectedness with all of humanity. Wow!

Your uniqueness shines in your emotionality and compassion. You might be a natural born leader who makes sure to understand all under your rule. You lead with kindness and, most importantly, by example. You don't have any desire to use you position for ill-gotten gains. Power to you does not corrupt, it solely provides a tool for you to do good in the world and really make a difference in the lives of others, whether it's on a large or small scale. You are probably the kind of person who makes sure to give money to those who need it when you pass a begging mother and her children, or buying a homeless man a bottle of water on a hot day.

Your card for why you think you are not perfect actually came out quite positive. Maybe you don't have a very low self esteem, but I can see a few possible scenarios here. You might be constantly planning in your head, waiting and watching for the next move to take but never actually getting to the action part. Maybe you're planning for your future and have so much planned out that you're excited for, but haven't made the practical plans on how to actually get there. This could make you feel bad about yourself especially on days where you're reminded of others moving ahead in their lives while you're still planning. Visualisation is very important in manifesting your desired reality! If you are moving slower than others around you, remember that it is okay to not be where "everyone else" is. Life is not a race or a competition. Taking your time to get to where you need to be when you need to be there reminds me of the story of the tortoise and the hare. Quick does not necessarily mean better.

You can improve your self-love by creating! Using your creativity and passion to make something! Create art, whether it's physical/digital art, music, writing, inventing, anything that uses those creative muscles of yours. It doesn't have to be good! Just creating something will help burn up that excess energy you have that's trying to rush you somewhere. Self-expression this way can be a wonderful hobby even if you don't consider yourself as a creative person.

Your kindness really shines through. You care so deeply about the people around you and your spiritual team cares just as deeply about you. You are loved and watched over and protected by Spirit. Others around you also see your sparkle and appreciate and admire you, even if they don't show it. Know you are beautiful and amazing and bringing a light into this world that needs to be here.

Pile 3

Cards: Six of Rods, the Hierophant, Four of Rods, Six of Cups, Ten of Swords, the Hermit Rx

Damn, who are y'all!? You've got some mighty power and pull in this world. Maybe you're a public figure or have some kind of platform, like a social media with many followers. You could also be well-recognized within your field of study/work. Whoever you are, people see you and look up to you. They celebrate you and how amazing you are! Spirit loves this about you and you really shine in the spotlight. Your achievements deserve all this pomp and celebration!

You are naturally authoritative. People listen when you speak and take your words to heart. You might also be a religious person or someone who enjoys organization and the comfort of hierarchy. People will willingly follow you wherever you lead them because they trust you with all their hearts. "A merciful ruler" (lol) You hold your position with grace and dignity befitting a king or queen.

You are unique in ways the public recognizes, but we knew that already! You might be someone who likes to entertain and you throw the greatest parties and get-togethers. Maybe you've planned a wedding and everyone had such an amazing time! You know how to relax and have fun when the time for celebrating arrives. You can out down your guard and bit and let loose. Not many people with such responsibility can let go of the reigns like that, but you don't seem to hold on to control too tightly.

Your past might be a source of anxiety for you. Maybe you're worried that what you've done when you were younger will catch up to you and ruin what you've got going on now, but it's important to remember that the past is the past. It cannot be undone or wished away. Taking time to accept what happened and recognizing that you've moved on to bigger and better things is important here. Whatever happened, take time to heal your childhood wounds and forgive past actions.

Ending this cycle will bring much more self-love to your life. Old habits and patterns being out to rest is the way forward. It might be a painful ending and something you don't necessarily look forward to, but it is something that needs to happen to clear out old energy and welcome in everything new. You can't expect to move on if you're still repeating old actions or ways of thinking. It's time to set these things to rest and evolve. Leave behind what no longer serves you.

Your understanding of yourself knows no bounds. You've taken the time to inquisit yourself and learn all of the shadows that lie there. Self-reflection might be a favored pastime for you. Through this knowledge of yourself you are able to see truths that many struggle to see all their lives. Your light can cut through the fog if bullshit and see the true source of something. Use this knowledge of yourself to become the best version of yourself that you can be! I know you're already on your way there and it's amazing to see! Spirit is so proud of you and loves you so much!

#pick a card #pac #pick-a-card #tarot reading #pick a pile #pick a picture #free reading #free tarot #tarot #divination #spirituality #positivity #free tarot readings #oracle reading #tarot cards #oracle cards #why was formatting this so difficult omg #i tried to add a read more break but it kept messing up my images #but when i fixed the images the read more disappeared 😫 #so i guess it's just a long post #sorry everyone who doesn't want to read it and has to scroll past #oh maybe i finally got it #yayy for the beta editor

[sparklingchim]

fiery mornings; m | pjm

pairing: jimin × reader

word count: 3k

genre: smut, fluff, established relationship, idol!jimin

warnings: swearing, fingering, protected sex, some breast play

summary: waking up with jimin, but add a little spice to it 🌶

a/n: hello lovely people! i didn't proof read this because it's almost midnight for me now and i'm really tired but luckily tomorrow is saturday 😴 i hope you like it! and have a good morning, day, evening or night❤ i'm heading to bed now💤

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The sun peeking through the curtains and encasing the room with crumbs of light is what wakes you up.

These stupid blinds - that you hated as soon as you slept over at Jimin's place for the first time - were not doing their job properly. The sun overflowing his room every damn morning woke up everytime. You'd like to get more sleep because - let's not lie - Jimin and you don't go to sleep very early with both your needy and touchy hands when you lay in bed at night time. However, Jimin didn't care about your aversion against the blinds - he wasn't the one waking up due to them though... - and said something about them looking cozy and domestic.

You really tried to erase the thought of just ripping them down and buying him some new ones that don't let any sunlight shine so annoyingly in the room, but you hold back. But it's really tempting...

You stretch your arm to the nightstand, tapping on your phone to see what time it is. 7 am? Oh, how bad you want to rip these blinds off.

Nonetheless, the warmness of the sheets that you're both tucked under and Jimin's body radiating a comforting glow around you makes you stay in bed.

Jimin's arm is loosely wrapped around your stomach, his body pressed against you from the back. You glance back at him, his nose pressed against your spine and eyes still closed. Your heart softens at that doting sight, seeing him innocently sleeping. No worries in his mind, but only disguising his features in a tranquil state. Jimin is finally able to gett as much rest as he wants and needs after coming home from the tour.

You push some strands of his hair that are falling into his face away. The need to place kisses all over his puffy adorable face looms inside you, but you stop yourself from doing that, so you don't ruin his peaceful slumber that he's currently in.

Instead you could prepare some breakfast for him, so when he decides do wake up he has a delicious meal prepared for him. You think of some dishes that you could cook even though just staying in bed with him felt more enticing which also leads you to grab your phone despite your original plan to get up and start cooking breakfast. But there was no need to rush, Jimin won't wake up for approximately three more hours.

As you take your phone from the night stander you suddenly feel Jimin's grip on your stomach tighten. He lets out some displeased grunts, like a little child not pleased with something. You softly smile, rubbing soothing strokes with your thumb on his arm that's wrapped around you. Jimin nuzzles his face deeper into your back, sighing out in satisfaction.

God, he is so adorable.

You occupy yourself with your phone, checking social media and maybe salivating at some pictures from Jimin that you come across.

20 minutes pass, before you decide that it's time to start the day and prepare some breakfast for your boyfriend who still snoozes behind you, gaining all of his energy back after working so hard for months.

But then you feel something.

Eyebrows scrunched together, you try to make out what could possibly be poking you in this cuddly bed.

Oh.

Only spending a second on looking out for an answer to your oblivious question, you find the possible solution for that.

Jimin early-glory made it's appearance by being pressed against your butt, letting you feel his hard muscle.

Yeah, it was definitely about time to get up.

But when you prop myself up on your elbow, still laying on your side, you hear a muffled complaining sound behind you. To emphasize his need, Jimin's hold tightens on your belly again, just like he did before, though this time you actually attempted to leave the bed.

You squeeze his arm lightly to beguile him into letting you go. ,,I'm gonna make us breakfast, Minnie," you say whispering, tilting your head sideways, so you're able to look at Jimin. His eyes remain close, only parting is plump lips to mutter a little 'no'. You sigh out, head falling back onto the pillow. ,,It's not gonna take long," you try to convince him, even though the dishes you plan to cook would take a bit longer than normally.

,,Stay with me." Jimin's hoarse and raspy voice uttering its first full sentence this morning.

Then you seek to wiggle yourself out of his embrace, but it's pointless, because letting you go isn't even up for a debate in Jimin's mind.

,,Then there's no breakfast for you," you utter in defeat. Jimin doesn't answer, suddenly placing soft kisses over the crook of your neck. His sudden sweet kisses cause goose bumps spread all over your body, the tingling feeling automatically relaxing you, although laying in bed with Jimin is already so calming.

,,I'm only hungry for you right now," he says. Your cheeks flush at that cheesy comment, but luckily he can't see your reaction towards his words, knowing he would be smirking and teasing the shit out of you. Jimins usual cute and endearing way of waking up is vanished and instead he pulled out his charms to make you melt for him.

Jimins hand traces over your clothed stomach, heading down to you leg to stroke his fingers up to your thigh, pushing his shirt that you're wearing slightly up. His feather light touch induces shivers down your spine. The accentuating tension effects your whole composure, evoking you into pushing your ass back onto his bulge which results in Jimins body stiffening behind you. The impetuous act caught him off guard, but he relishes in the satisfying friction, coaxing him into the blissful thrill he was all too familiar with.

,,You want this?" Jimins tone was low, turning you on even more.

,,Yes, please," you beg, grinding your ass on his hard length. You both breath heavily, the pleasure building in a fast pace.

Soon your pussy burns in need, desiring to be filled with his huge cock. Your movements of his dick gliding through your clothes pussy makes your wetter by the seconds. It doesn't require much till Jimin has enough of the teasing rubbing and shoves the comforter away from your bodies.

,,I love you," Jimin murmurs, placing little kisses over your neck once again. He gently sucks at your skin, only for a brief moment though, not wanting to cause a mark on your flesh before he darts his tongue out and licks over the slightly flush skin.

,,I love you too," you reply breathless. You don't stop your ministrations. You can't desist when the sensation of his cock was getting you so riled up, brewing you into so much pleasure. Last night you were sceptical when Jimin didn't put on any clothes after your little rendezvous, but it really had its perks having him naked behind you.

Jimin hand wanders further, fingers toying with the side of your panty. Once his fingers get a hold of the thin material, he pushes them down in a swift motion. You help him to get the panties completely off and toss them away with your feet. Jimins hand lifts your leg up a bit, his hand hovering over your warmth, but not attempting to do anything yet. You fuss beneath him, craving his touch.

,,Are you sore from last night?"

,,No." You are. But not too much and your mind is too clogged up with the anticipation that builds for the pleasurable feeling Jimin is able to give you.

,,You're sure?"

,,Yeah, please touch me."

At your wish Jimins finger rubs up and down over your slit, coating his finger with my arousal. A little moan escapes your mouth. You enjoy the feeling of his digit touching your slick folds, gathering all your juices. When you feel his thumb circling your swollen sensitive bud, your legs tremble and you sink your teeth into your bottom lip. Jimins index finger makes it way into your entrance. Your aching walls immediately clench around it, acting as needy as ever.

,,Shit," Jimin curses under his breath. ,,You're always so ready for me, baby." How could you not when a men like that was laying next to you in bed?

You let out a strangled moan when he plunges another finger inside you, his pace slow but steady. Jimin crooks his fingers, hitting that lovely spot every time he shoves his fingers back inside your quivering hole.

,,Just like that," you pant, your hand gripping his arm between your legs. Jimins fingers pick up on speed, your moaning spurring him on.

It doesn't take a lot of time till he gets you at that certain point, the familiar knot in your stomach growing quickly. Your body chases after your high, but you desperately want to cum on his cock, so you squeeze his arm gently and Jimin slows his pace.

,,I- I want to cum on your cock," you manage to say and he stops moving his fingers, withdrawing them after. Your body instantly misses the penetration and you whine at the loss of contact.

,,Shh, I'm gonna give it to you, baby," he soothes you, propping himself on his arm to slightly hover over you. You shift your head to see his awaken state for the first time that morning.

Jimins hair hangs into his forehead again, a tired but sincere smile on his face and his eyes puffy from his sleep. A smile immediately appears on your lips at when you look into his loving eyes, his whole being radiating so much comfort and contentment.

With Jimin you felt like it was you final destination. There was nothing else in this world that could give you more than what he was capable of giving you. Nothing in this world could compare to Jimins love. His love was tightly swathed around you and never vanished since the day you both knew that the tension between you was more than just a friendship. No day would pass in which he wouldn't jostle all his adoration to you and show you how much you meant to him. Jimin could never get tired of showering you in all the devotion he has allocated for you, he loved you after all.

You lace your fingers through his soft hair and for a few seconds it stays like that, pushed back on his head, but then it falls down onto his forehead again. Jimin stays still and watches how you play with his hair, until he can't prolong his desperate need to get some friction on his throbbing cock.

,,Can your grab a condom?" he asks and pecks your forehead briefly. You nod and quickly turn to the nightstand on your side, fishing a condom out of the drawer. You hand it to him and rips the package, doing fast work in wrapping the plastic around his member and tossing the useless package somewhere behind his back.

Jimin preps a few kisses on your jawline, making his way to your lips and every so gently capturing your mouth into a tender kiss. You share a passionate and slow kiss together, savouring the moment of being together again after being apart for months. He dips his tongue in, both of your wet muscles tangling tighter.

When you both need to break the kiss, Jimin doesn't intend to go for another, but raises your leg higher and alignes the tip of his cock on your entrance.

,,Oh my God," you breath out.

Jimin slides his cock up and down your folds, gathering your arousal before he's back on your entrance, slowly pushing in. He breathes heavily, your tight walls latching onto his cock so securely. The more his thick length sinks inside your needy warmth, the presence of the soreness from yesterday night makes itself perceptible. Jimin stretches your walls till he's completely buried inside of you. He stills once he's balls deep in, giving you time to adjust to his size.

,,You're good, baby?" he makes sure, looking you in the eyes. You nod slowly, the feeling of his dick being completely in making it hard to let out any words.

When there's still no attempt of moving from Jimin, you tap his arm that has a hold of your leg in the air. ,,Go on please," you whisper, needing to feel his deep thrusts.

After he hears your wish, desperation lingering in your voice, Jimin bottoms out till only his tip is left inside, but quickly pushes back again. The longing feeling finally getting stilled with his tangy thrusts. Jimin continues his movements, his hips snapping faster and faster from behind you and you just feels so good.

,,Lift your leg for me," he instructs, before leaving his hold on your leg to slide his fingers under your - well, technically his- shirt and palms your breast. Jimin pinches and rolls your nipples between his digits, coaxing louder moans out of you. He furrows his eyebrows, you sweet tones prodding him more on. He relishes in the fact that he is the one making you feel this way, making you moan so sweetly for his hear only. Jimin lets out breathy moans, his pace rapid and hard.

Your hand wanders around his neck, tucking at his hair and he answers with soft groans. Then you push the back of his head closer to yours, pressing your lips against his plush ones and kissing him hungrily. You feel yourself getting closer, you're body reaching your high in a short span of time. Of course Jimin feels it, your walls clenching around his member and greedily wanting to milk him are way too obvious. You retract from the kiss, shutting your eyes close when all the sensations overcome you. Jimin lets go of your breast to nestle his hand between your thighs and soon you feel his thumb circling on your clit.

,,Cream all over me," Jimin murmurs.

The added pleasure on your sensitive bud makes you mewl, biting your lip really hard.

The slick sounds of your pussy getting hammered by Jimins cock and his skin slapping against yours fill the room. Combined with your moans and his breathy sound, makes you so much hornier and all you want to do is to cum around his big cock.

,,I'm- I'm gonna cum!" you warn him, the knot in your stomach getting so close to finally snap.

,,Me too," he pants, his thrusts going faster.

Jimins length kisses your cervix every time his hips shoot back into you. ,,Shit, look at me."

Your head instantly tilts to him, meeting his eyes that were already locked on your face. Your eyebrows knit together, the sharp thrusts of his body making you so close to reach your end. Jimin sinks his teeth into his plump bottom lip, never breaking the intense eye contact with you. Fuck, he looked so hot and stunning.

After a few more hard and deep thrusts, your climax approaches and your hand wanders to his shoulder, digging your nails into his skin. Your legs start to tremble and his hand that was playing with your clit, leaves the wet place to hold your leg up when you have trouble keeping it high because of all the  sensations shooting in your body.

,,Jimin!" you cry, heavy pants following.

It doesn't take long for him to come undone too - only a few thrusts later he spills his cum into the condom, making you feel the way he twitches your quivering hole. Jimin groans loud and nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck, letting go of holding my leg up. And just like that you both lay there - breathing heavily, bodies fully spent and coming down from your high.

Jimins hand wander to your face, cupping your cheek and rubbing soothing strokes with his thumb on your flush skin. He plants a few kisses on your neck, whispering sweet nothings into your ear. Your body tingles, his breath fanning over your skin creating goose bumps over it.

Ever so slowly he bottoms his now softened length out of your walls, your sensitiveness causing you to shiver.

,,It's okay baby, I've got you," he coos, giving your cheek a peck.

You turn around, now laying on your back and looking into his brown orbs. They have this beautiful glisten in them, making me feel like I'm safe when I'm with him. His eyes are full of love. And he could say the same to you.

You both exchange some more smooches here and there, being all cuddly and acting like you didn't already say I love you for a hundred of times in the past already. Your heart flutters every time he says something sweet, grazes his fingers over your skin or plasters sweet kisses all over you.

After some time Jimin stands up, discarding the condom in a bin and throws some boxers on. Then he grabs tissues and comes back to the bed, digging his knee on the mattress and spreading your legs. He tugs your shirt up to clean you and when Jimin is done with that  he pushes the white fabric down again.

,,I'm definitely not gonna prepare breakfast now," you say when he turns around to get rid of the dirty tissue.

,,I can do it," Jimin answers, turning to you again. His abs were on full display and you can't prevent yourself from looking at his firm chest before looking into his eyes again.

,,Mhm, you can?" you cock an eyebrow.

,,You don't think I'm able to make the same breakfast as you?" he asks back.

,,Of course I think you can to it, babyy," you  tease him and giggle after he furrows his eyebrows, an angry pout displayed on his lips.

,,I'm gonna show you," he says competitively and leaves the room, making his way to the kitchen.

And yes, he did indeed show you.

In fact, he showed you the burned rice he attempted to cook.

#jimin smut #jimin fanfic #jimin fic #park jimin smut #park jimin #pjm smut #pjm #bts smut #bts fanfic #jimin x reader #jimin x you #jimin x y/n #idol!jimin #smut #bts x reader #bts x you #kpop smut #kpop fanfic #jimin scenario #jimin imagine #bts scenario #established relationship jimin

[saradika]

I don't know how "crazy" this is, but I hope it delivers all the same 💕

So I had this thought about Wrecker. He's always so worried about hurting you. Not just because of his large size but also because of his enhanced strength. So, in order to put some of his worries to bed, you decide to restrain him with binders and as it turns out, Wrecker really loves it. So much so that when you climb on top of his lap he can't control his bucking enough for you to even try to get him inside of you. So you end up grinding along the length of his cock until he cums all over his stomach and you cum on top of his dick. Then, when you go to indo the binders, Wrecker tell you to leave them on because he's already almost half hard again and this time he wants to be good for you.

If you'd like to expand on this thought or talk about the rest of The Bad Batch (or really any of the clones) and what happens when you find out they like to be restrained – I wouldn't stop you 😏

TESS!! Oh my god, my friend! I have not been able to think about anything else for days.😳💖 This is such a great thot and absolutely so Wrecker. He would be such a mess for you, and I am so weak for the part with the grinding! (And having to climb on top of him?? 🥴 And oof - the tenderness & him being worried - it’s all so good! If you want to say more I’m 👀)

You always send me the best BB HCs and thots! I have a couple below about the rest of the Batch!✨

All Tied Up

The Bad Batch x Reader

Rated E - 1.2k words

Tags: Face Sitting, Oral (M & F Receiving), PiV Sex, Restraints, References to Safewords

Sorry for the delay, I just wanted to try to do your thot justice! ✨ I felt so inspired by your incredible Wrecker ask.

And a big thanks to @ladyopress, @mandaloriandin, and @bobas-missing-codpiece for their help! 💕

Hunter x F!Reader

Hunter loves when you use his binders on him, he is all about the teasing, the anticipation

But sometimes, he has to be in the right frame of mind to ask for it

Sometimes the feeling of the metal or cloth on his wrists is too much, and being bound feels suffocating instead of arousing

So you usually let him come to you, wait until he leaves the binders out where you can see them

When he does, his favorite thing is when you bind his wrists above his head, after stripping him bare in his bunk

When you straddle his face, hovering your soaked pussy just above his lips, making him ask you to taste it

When you pretend to think about it, your fingers carding through his air as you hold yourself, just out of reach

When you finally decide to oblige, lowering yourself to his waiting mouth, your soft thighs like pillows against his ears

When he’s so full of you, the taste of your sweet cunt the only thing he knows, the pitch of your moans the only sound he hears

In that moment, he thinks it’s the best place in the galaxy - nothing could be better than this

When he knows that the only thing that matters is getting you to cum as hard as possible on his tongue, then he’s able to finally relax his mind

He thinks he could stay just like this, for hours, his tongue licking, stroking, tasting

Making you cum again and again, until you’re as ruined as he is

And if he’s lucky enough - you might decide to turn around after you cum, face the other way as you straddle his face

You might lean down to suck on his cock, cupping his balls in your hand as his tongue fucks into you, lapping at your slick, groaning even louder than you are

And if you do… he never can last more than a few minutes before he’s coming hard, splashing ropes of pearly cum across his chest or down your throat - whichever you decide.

(Safe words - Hunter uses a color system when you tie him up (green/yellow/red) since he can sometimes get overstimulated/ overwhelmed and might need to slow down for a minute)

Tech x F!Reader

Tech probably won’t come right out and say it, but there’s not a lot he wouldn’t do for you

He’s naturally curious and observant, so when you say there’s something new you want to try, he is usually game

The human body has so many methods of giving and receiving pleasure, why wouldn’t he want to test them all?

But there’s some you just happen to stumble onto as well

You’re straddling his waist, his cock spearing into you as you rock slowly back and forth

It’s sweet and gentle, your hands trailing down his forearms, twining your fingers with his

You’re not really thinking too much about it when you lift your clasped palms, raising his hands above his head, pushing them into the soft pillow

But he reacts beautifully, his mouth going soft and slack beneath your lips, his cock seeming to throb within you

You pull back, tongue running over your teeth as you gaze down at him, an eyebrow arching as you look at his glazes eyes, the flush creeping down his cheeks onto his neck

Fingers tightening, your hips move a little sharper, raising up before dropping down onto his cock, your skin slapping against his

The sound he makes is so pretty, closer to a whine than a groan, his fingers gripping yours, nails digging into the back of your hand

So you do it again, watching the way his head tips back, back arching off the bed

“You want me to fuck you, baby? Is that what you want? Want me to ride your cock until I make you cum?”

His lips part to answer, the words on the tip of his tongue - but they come out as a groan instead, his hips grinding up against yours

Your hands shift, the fingers of one hand stretching to enclose both his wrists, your free hand reaching down to pinch his chin between thumb and forefinger

Angling his face up to yours as you brush your lips against his

“Words, sweetheart.”

His answer come as a low gasp, his pupils blown wide, “Please.”

(Safe Words - Tech is usually a talker, but when he's in the bedroom, words can sometimes fail him. The two of you set up a safe word and a safe signal, to make sure he can always communicate if he's uncomfortable and needs to stop.)

Wrecker x F!Reader

Absolutely no notes - Tess you are incredible and covered everything I could have wanted. What a big great thot, you are such a genius and you always write Wrecker so perfectly! 💕 Making a big man go weak and needy has me like 🥴💖

Echo x F!Reader

Echo is always interested in trying new things with you

It took no convincing at all when you asked him if you could use binders on him - in fact, the look in his eyes told you he’d like that, very much

Your fingers smooth over his wrists, bound behind his back, as you move around to the chair in front of him

He shifts on his knees as you lower yourself onto the cushion, your thighs spreading wide

Echo groans, a low, needy sound as your fingers slide up your thigh, stroking up your slit

He shifts his weight, his cock bobbing heavily between his bent thighs as your finger slowly circles your clit

With each of your sighs and movements his hips flex with a shallow thrust, as is he’s imagining he’s fucking you himself, his eyes trained on your slick pussy

“What do you want, Echo?”

His eyes drag up to yours almost reluctantly, his tongue sweeping over his lip, “Right now? For you to cum.”

Your fingers dip down again, sinking a knuckle into your entrance, gathering your arousal before dragging it back up

“Do you want to watch me?” Your other hand cups a breast, and he lets out a groan of longing, “Or do you want to do it?”

“Fuck, cyare. You know I want to. Been wanting to taste you all day.” It’s like he doesn’t know where to look, your soft, wet folds, or the curves of your bare breasts

Your laugh is closer to a moan as he shifts closer, the side his head resting against your lower thigh as he watches

“But you’re all tied up, baby. You think you can make me cum without your fingers?”

His head tilts, kissing the soft skin of your thigh as he leans closer to you, his lips like a hot brand on your skin

You watch as his mouth makes its way slowly to the apex of your thighs, his breath ghosting across your pussy, tongue peeking out to swipe at your clit

You’re already moaning, watching the way his eyes close as he tastes you, eyelashes fluttering on his cheeks

Then they open, fixing you with a sly smile

“Mesh’la, you have no idea what my mouth can do.”

(Safe Words - Echo (and Wrecker!) both set up a good, solid safe word that they feel comfortable using if things get too intense.)

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[monster-fricker]

Chapter 8: To Be

Male Orc (He/Him pronouns) x Female Human Reader (She/Her pronouns) - NSFW Chapter

- Well, this is it. There's a lot more I wanted to write with this story, but I have a million other ideas. Maybe I'll do a second part one day. Either way, here is the ending- with NSFW orc love naturally. I hope you guys enjoyed my first story. Hopefully I will get better as I write more.

Edit: No longer the final chapter because I can't help myself. -

As all remnants of light dashed from view, shadows replaced by consuming darkness, and the forest blanketed you once more, you sighed in relief. You had never expected to be soothed by this place, nor eager to escape the sun, but your body relaxed with each step inward.

Galaak said nothing. Judging by his sporadic irritated muttering, not directed at you or anything specifically, you knew he was still fuming over the scene at the pub. Admittedly, you were angry too, both at the man's audacity to touch you without permission, as well as his assumption you couldn't possibly be dating an orc. Every rude and skeptical glance that had been thrown in Galaak's direction by the villagers replayed in your mind. Your blood boiled.

When you finally reached the house, it was Galaak's turn to sigh, though it resembled frustration more than relief. He dropped his furs, accessories, and baskets of food on the kitchen floor and fell to the sofa, his shoulders slumped and head hung. You followed suit, present in hand.

"I'm sorry about today." Galaak's voice was barely a whisper, yet the guilt in his words were unmistakable.

"You have nothing to be sorr-," you began, but Galaak interrupted immediately.

"Yes, I do. First for that scum-"

"Which wasn't your fault," you interjected.

"- and for how the day went. I knew how excited you were to go, to see the shops, to see people. And I knew that they would not be as friendly if they saw you with me."

"And that's why you were keeping your distance." Not a question, but a verbalized moment of understanding.

"Yes." Galaak exhaled deeply into his palms. "I try my best to be polite there, to act human, but they fear orcs. Understandably, but-"

You nudged his hands away from his face and caressed his cheek. He leaned into the touch. "Well," you said, "fuck those people."

Galaak raised his eyebrows, then started to laugh at your boldness. "So vulgar"

"Certainly more vulgar than you," you smirked, before letting your lips fall into a much softer smile. "I am not concerned with them."

Galaak frowned, chewing on his cheek. He seemed to be choosing his next words with scrutiny. "That could change. You and I..." His hands fidgeted. "Us only having just met, you might change your mind. Someday you might want to live among them."

"Maybe." You lifted his head, only slightly, urging him to meet your gaze. Once he did, you continued. "But maybe not. I'm not willing to ruin this over a 'maybe.' Are you?"

He thought about that for a minute until he noticed the small, wrapped box you had with you. "What's that?"

"A gift." You handed it to him happily. "It's beads for your hair."

Galaak snorted. "You're typically not supposed to discuss the present until after the person has opened it." Still, he unwrapped the twine and cloth, taking the new jewelry into his large palm and inspecting it with great focus."They're lovely. Thank you."

You nodded, running your fingers through his hair, feeling it slide between your fingers in silken waves. The mess of strands fell along his face and you swept them back, brushing your fingers against his lips. It made you shudder. You wanted to feel them again.

This was not lost on Galaak and he grinned, placing the beads back in their box and putting it aside. "I think you're wrong though, little one"

You stared at him. "About what?"

Galaak's mouth was suddenly on your neck, nipping and sucking at the flesh. You gasped and tilted your head back, giving him more surface to devour. He smiled against your skin. "About you being more vulgar then me." The gravel in his voice sent a shiver through your body and you whined as he pulled away and got off the couch, afraid he would leave you wanting yet again. But he offered you his hand instead. "Come to bed with me."

You swallowed hard and let him lead you to the room. He laid back on the bed and motioned for you to get on top of him. There was nervousness in his gaze, but it was clouded by fever, and he groaned as you straddled him, leaning forward and pressing your lips to his. He opened his mouth and your tongues met roughly, neither one of you willing to feign civility any longer. You only retreated as Galaak's hands crept beneath your shirt, lifting it over and off of you. He wasted no time, his mouth leaving kisses on one of your breasts, while his hand kneaded the other. When he sucked lightly at your nipple, you moaned hotly and rocked your hips against the hard bulge beneath you. This sent him into a frenzy, tearing at the rest of your clothing until it was merely a pile on the floor, eyeing every inch of your body, his fingers massaging each slope and curve.

"You promised I could taste you properly," he hissed between heavy breaths. You nodded, unable to speak. "Then come here." He didn't wait for you to react, however. Galaak pulled you upward, positioning your body just above his face, inhaling deeply, taking in your scent. His hot breath tickled your sex and before you could get used to the sensation, Galaak's tongue dragged along your slit in one languid swipe, then two, eliciting a whimper from your throat. "You taste fucking delicious," he growled and, as if unable to control his hunger, he jerked your hips down until your entire weight rested on his face.

The fear of hurting him flashed through your mind, but was swiftly forgotten as his tongue plunged inside you. With his massive hands, he guided your body into rocking back and forth until you began doing so on your own. You were slow at first, a vague attempt at remaining steady, but your pace quickened, hot and incapable of thinking about anything but Galaak's head between your thighs. He began to circle his finger around your clit, making you buck and moan, riding his face until your vision went blank and you felt yourself reaching climax.

"Fuck, Galaak, I'm going to-" He gave you no time to finish the sentence. He slammed your hips down, tongue thrusting deep, and you could feel his growl reverberating inside you. It was more than enough to tip you over the edge and you came with a loud cry. Galaak held you there for a moment, teasing you with soft strokes against your clit, before letting you climb off of him. You fell onto the bed, dizzy and spent from your orgasm.

But there he was next to you, your juices still coating his lips, panting, his cock straining against his trousers- and you were desperate for more.

You propped yourself upright and somehow managed to get out of bed successfully. Galaak watched you curiously, still catching his breath. You kneeled on the floor. "It's my turn to taste you," you purred. It took him a moment to react before he sat himself on the edge of the bed, stripping himself of his shirt, then his pants, his impossibly thick cock bobbing in your face, already leaking and begging to be touched.

You grabbed the base, too large for your hand to wrap around, and licked the head experimentally. When this was met with a gasp of approval, you took the head into your mouth, sucking and swirling your tongue around it, tasting his pre-cum with animalistic need. You began stroking him, your other hand massaging his balls. Galaak grunted and cursed beneath his breath, his fingers lacing themselves in your hair. You could tell it took all of his willpower not to thrust into your mouth. The thought sent a jolt through your body and you lowered your head onto him, took as much of his cock into your mouth as you could until you gagged. Galaak moaned and his fingers tightened in your hair. He spread his legs wider, nearly pushing your head down onto his cock again, but stopped himself.

He looked down on you. His eye was half-lidded, mouth parted, cheeks darkened. He looked completely undone. And you were going to push him further.

You pulled back, much to his dismay. "Galaak?"

"Y-yes, little one?" His chest was heaving. He wanted so badly to go rabid. Like an orc, you thought, and that's exactly how you wanted him too.

"Don't hold back." You stared at him hard, watching him try to recognize words in his heated state.

"Don't hold back... from what?"

You slid your tongue along a trail of pre-cum weeping from his tip and he hissed. You smiled and found his gaze again. "I know you want to fuck my mouth, Galaak." His eye widened and his breath hitched. "I want you to do it."

You took his cock into your mouth again, determined, aching, swallowing around him. He did hold back at first, but as you forced himself further and further into your mouth with each bob of your head, he unraveled. He held you in place firmly by the hair, dragging his cock across your swollen lips, and once positioned perfectly, started thrusting hard, grunting, growling like an animal in heat, only stopping to give you sporadic moments of reprieve. You loved him like this. His enormous body towering over you, powerful muscles flexing and stomach bouncing as he gives into his own pleasure. You wanted him exactly as he was.

Galaak began bucking erratically, aggressively, and with a strangled moan, he reached his own climax, shooting hot ropes of cum on your tongue and into the back of your throat, too much to swallow, drooling down your chin as you worked him through his orgasm. You finally let him go with a wet pop and he fell to the bed. Your body sore and weak now, you joined him.

The room was still for awhile, only the sounds of heavy breathing clearing it of silence. Eventually you both found comfortable positions beneath the blankets, entangled in one another's arms.

"I'm sorry if I was... if that was too much," Galaak finally murmured. "I admittedly got a little more rough than I intended."

You chuckled, nuzzling your head into his neck. "If I recall, I told you to do so."

He laughed sleepily. "Maybe you are as vulgar as me." He squeezed you and kissed your forehead sweetly. "A little orc."

You hummed. It was not a nickname you had ever guessed you would earn, nor desire, but it made your heart swell and your cheeks turn pink. As Galaak eased into sleep, snoring beside you, you thought that maybe, with all that had been said and done, with every moment leading up until now, that nickname was only fitting. How nice it was just to be.

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[licncourt]

I remember you saying you thought Lestat had some part in Nick’s death? I’ve never even considered he could’ve. Would you mind expanding in that? No rush at all I was just curious on your take :)

Yes, I did say something about that and I've been planning to talk about it for quite a while! Just a disclaimer that I don't think there's anything definitive that proves this in canon, but it's a reading that I think makes sense. I'm sure plenty of people will disagree with me, but this is just a thought I've had!

I won't rehash the end of Nicki and Lestat's relationship (we've all read TVL) so I'll pick right up with my theory, but as always, please ask if you want quotes/sources and I'm happy to dig them up!

-

So right off the bat, leaving Nicki with Armand is...a choice. Armand is still very much unstable and not well adjusted to his new life. He has a history of erratic and excessive violence leading up to like, last week, and Nicki was literally one of his intended victims. This is on top of the fact that there's already some amount of bad blood between Armand and Lestat. So why does Lestat leave Nicki there? And not just in Paris, with Armand.

Putting a pin in that, let's talk about the change in Lestat after he leaves Paris with Gabrielle. Some of it could be chalked up to the hurt of his ruined relationship, but it's more than guilt or depression. It's at this point in the story (during their time in Egypt, I believe) that Lestat's mindset and self-perception starts to change. Namely, he begins to refer to himself as "evil" for the first time:

"You sense my loneliness," I answered, "my bitterness at being shut out of life. My bitterness that I'm evil, that I don't deserve to be loved and yet I need love hungrily."

This is a drastic shift from his earlier dedication to "goodness", rather it's a kind of resignation, a sudden realization that he is not only evil (something he categorically denied being before), but a bitter acceptance of it that's very unlike him. What's prompted that change? It can't be his vampiric nature, that never seems to bother him. It can't be turning Nicki. He obviously has no problem creating other vampires and he had no way of knowing what would happen to Nicki's mind. Guilt, though misplaced, would be an understandable emotional response to the situation, but that's not what he expresses. So why does he think he's evil? Why now?

That brings us back to the earlier point. The only major decision Lestat's made immediately prior to this new outlook is leaving Nicki with Armand, a choice that's very questionable for many reasons. Here's my theory as to what happened:

I think Lestat knew this was a possibility in leaving Nicki with Armand. Nicki was a loose end, painful unfinished business and a source of ongoing guilt and attachment to his old life. As long as Nicki is around him, a part of Lestat is bound to the past, and Lestat wants to get far away from that at any cost. His mistake lives on eternally and he can't stand it. Lestat wants to be free of him and of the past, so he leaves Nicki with Armand, knowing that Armand might destroy him.

We know from IWTV that this is a thought process he's had of because of the Marquis, only it's more cruel and brazen there. Lestat needs the Marquis dead, wants him to die, to be rid of his old life, but he can't bring himself to kill his father. In his desperation, he coerces Louis into doing the dirty work.

It's never explicitly stated in the book, but just like I believe Armand influenced Louis to leave Claudia, I think he twisted Nicki's mind to accelerate his demise. Nicki is a burden on him, Lestat's baggage that he's been saddled with. Who wants to babysit their enemy's crazy ex?

With this in mind, it wouldn't have been hard for Armand to push Nicki in the direction of suicide to be rid of him. In doing so, he rids himself of that unpleasant responsibility and gains control of a new coven to replace what Lestat took from him when he disbanded the Children of Darkness. It's poetic justice on top of a convenience, taking something Lestat loves to replace what Lestat took from him. An eye for an eye. But it's Lestat's favor in a way, he does the dirty work of disposing of Nicki.

All of this goes down and Nicki is gone, dead like Lestat knew he might end up, and the guilt of what he's done plagues him immensely. This is his unforgivable act, the "original sin" that robs Lestat of innocence in his own narrative. For his own sake, he rolled the dice on Nicki's life and it irrevocably changed him and his view of himself to something evil and selfish. Not only does this warp his moral compass, but it seems to drive him a little mad, perhaps contributing to his instability in IWTV.

When Lestat talks about why he chose Louis as his companion, he says it was partly to "punish him for Nicki". What would he need to be punished for? Well, I think it was this, his part in Nicki's death.

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[neobaobei]

Promise You

Pairing: Boyfriend! Kun x Girlfriend! Author! F. Reader.

Genre: Angst/Comfort, Fluff.

Warnings: Insecurities and stress.

Word Count: 1k

Summary: You spend all day and night, working for your upcoming book. Hence, you don't have much time for your boyfriend, So what happens when he confronts you?

A/N: Kun best boy <33 It's almost painful that he has very less fics in this app >:(

Song Rec: NCT 127 - Promise You.

Change every 'and' to full stop and make another new sentence?

You shook your head, thinking that it is so dumb. 

Have a heavy dictionary?

Another dumb idea in your brain made you groan. "Gosh!" You whine, gripping your hair tight in frustration.

Currently, you are sitting in front of the computer table, the desktop screen being the only source of light, illuminating the whole bedroom.

Another groan goes past your lips, as you try stretching your back a little after hours of sitting in the same posture.

Throwing your head back, you let out a loud sigh that almost sounded like you were getting your vocals ready. 

The empty cup of americano you had hours ago sits near your notepad. You glare at it remembering what happened a couple of minutes (read: an hour) ago. This shit ruined my paperwork. You squint your eyes at it, almost cursing it out.

You are like this not only to this poor piece of cup but to everyone. Like everyone and everything.

But let's hear your side story too. You are practically on the mark of your deadline and who have nearly like a half of the plot to put into words. 

The nth sigh of the day releases as you extend your hand to take up the glass of water to at least convince your dying throat.

Suddenly, there is a click at the door, and with squinting eyes you try to see who has tried to invade your personal space.

Oh, a human being like me. Yup, it is the effect of ignoring people or shutting them out.

"Y/N, come on, let's eat." A man's, more like your man’s, stern voice cuts you from your train of thoughts. You knew that what he said wasn't a request but a pleading order.

You sigh before answering, "No, Kun… I still have a long way to go" and turn back again to the bright computer screen. You hear a sigh, he knew that you would do this…

"What the fuck?!?" You frantically yell in surprise and shock when you feel yourself being lifted from the gaming chair you've been spending your dear day with.

"Kun, what the hell are you doing?!?" You ask him, more like yell at him. 

"Well, I'm trying to be a good boyfriend." He replied nonchalantly placing you on the bed, opening the box of chicken he brought for you. The sight of the chicken looking so crispy and tasty made you forget your novel for a second. He knows that you'll never ignore a chicken wing.

You licked your lips, feeling a little ashamed about this. "Okay fine, I'll eat… but that's only because you forced me and definitely not because it's chicken!" You exclaim quickly, earning a chuckle from him.

"Sure, babe" he replies before handing the chopsticks and the box to you. You start eating, more like hunting. Damn, how long was it since you ate? You feel like floating in the air as the taste of food hits your taste buds.

"Dang, it's so delicious!! I love you so much, Kun!" You tell him, blowing a flying kiss which he successfully caught and placed it over his mouth.

You giggle at the sight. 

"Honey..." He started, which sounded like it was really important. You nod.

"Why don't you take a break?" He asked, even after he knows that you'll never say yes. "It's been long since you slept properly… and we spent time together…" he continued, whispering the last part.

You can't do anything but to stay silent. "Kun, you know I have the deadlin-" you try to be as calm as possible, but you got cut off.

"Then, what about me? What about you? Are you going to starve yourself till death?" He snapped,voice raised a bit more than before. You close your eyes trying to be calm. He's just angry that you're not spending time with you, Y/N. Don't get angry.

You put the box down and stand up, trying to get closer to him. "Kun baby, you know that it's just for this week, right? And after that I promise that I'll do whatever you say, hm..?" You grab his hands softly, calming him rather than shouting with him.

"Y/N… I was scared.." Kun whispered out of the blue, sounding so vulnerable and soft. You are confused, why was he scared.

"Honey, but why?" You asked, still confused.

"I thought that I was… not enough f-for you.. that's why you n-never spent time with m-me and was always at w-work… I was ins-secure because of my own self…" he said, a tear rolling down his cheeks. Your heart broke, how could you do this to your man?

"Kun, you have no reason to be insecure, baby. You are everything a girl needs in a man, in fact I should be the one saying it…" you bring your arms around him to embrace him.

"You don't have to feel like that honey… No matter what, I'll always be with you, mm? I promise you. I love you so much, okay?" You told him softly, holding him near your chest to tell how much you love him and only him.

"Okay.." he whispered, that coming out rasp. You smiled, breaking the hug, looking him in the eyes. "I love you so much, baby.." you whisper, resting your forehead on his.

"I love you too… but can we.. um cuddle for a while…?" he asked in a very small voice and you almost cooed at it.

"Sure.. but how about I finish my work first, hm?" You teased him.

"Noo!" Kun whined, making you smile. "I love you so much, so I'll cuddle with you now." You say, before pulling him for a kiss.

You felt Kun smile in the kiss, this feeling will never be old for him, his heart beating like crazy almost scaring him. Your lips express so much love and care.

In these moments, he knows that he'll be your only one. 

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