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flowerandblood · 3 months

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The Fall from the Heavens (12)

[ canon • Aemond x Strong • niece female ]

[ warnings: sex content, fingering, smut, angst, violence, swearing, mention of a rather bloody nuptials ]

[ description: A cool distance turns into friendship and more when two children see that they can find refuge and understanding in each other. However, naïve dreams collide with the reality in which every event has consequences and what once could have been love becomes a dark, newly painful obsession. Angst, sexual tension, obsession, violence, madness, very dark Aemond. ]

The story in this series is an alternate reality from the oneshot Stay and love, leave and die, in which Aemond reads the letters his niece has sent to him over the years. They are the same characters and it shows what would have happened between them − I have changed the background story from their childhood slightly for the sake of the plot.

* English is not my first language. Please, do not repost. Enjoy! *

Next chapters: Masterlist

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She couldn't kill him. It crossed her mind then, when he put his own dagger in her hand, when he said she had to choose what would happen, when she lifted his blade and stopped at the line of his neck.

She felt her love and regret weave into one in her mind.

She felt pain at the thought that trying to take her own life had come easily to her, and now that she could free herself from him, her heart screamed with despair.

When she finally decided what to do, she simply cut his lower lip, holding his cheeks in her hand, watching him as he closed his eyes with a loud sigh; it seemed to her that this painful act gave him pleasure, that he felt relieved, his fingertips digging into the soft skin of her face.

Their nuptials were bloody, her wounds stinging and burning, as if someone had actually touched her with fire.

The pain, however, could not drown out the pleasure that spread through her body as he lifted her, pressing her body against the cold stone wall, and spread her wide open on his cock throbbing with longing, rooting into her with greedy, desperate thrusts of his hips.

All she could do was clench her hands on his body, moaning loudly along with him, and take what he was giving her, again and again struggling to fit it inside her, feeling him stretch her walls to the limit, the fat head of his cock rubbing her with each of his movements against a spot that made her feel like everything around her was spinning, the tension and tickling in her lower abdomen unbearable, her nipples hard and sticking out with desire.

It seemed to her that she had mumbled his name before they both made almost animalistic, pathetic sounds of relief and pleasure when they came at last – she squealed loudly when he fell to his knees, as if, like her, he had lost control of his body.

She sighed quietly and leaned her head back, resting it against the wall, feeling her muscles clench against his half–hard erection, his manhood twitching inside her, spilling the remnants of his warm seed.

"− I know − forgive me −" He muttered, as if trying to explain to her that his brutality did not come from his anger or wish to punish her, but from his desire and the tension that had been growing inside him for so many days. She swallowed quietly as his slit hand gently touched her cheek and lifted her face to look at him.

They lasted for a moment in a tight embrace, listening to each other's loud, shuddering breaths – it seemed to her that many minutes passed before she felt him slowly slide out of her.

She hissed quietly, feeling how sore her insides were because of him, their mingled liquids running down her buttocks.

She wasn't sure what she saw in his gaze, calm and tired.

He said no more, just tied his breeches, fastened the buckles of his tunic and cloak, and then took her in his arms, moving with her with a slow step on the way back. She looked at him uncertainly when she saw that instead of going to her chamber he had taken her to his, the one she had always sneaked into when they were children.

The guards standing at his door were horrified to see their slit mouths and hands, to see that they were both filthy with blood, but before they could say anything, her uncle spoke to them first.

"No one is to disturb me and my wife. Open." He said coolly in an unobjectionable tone and nodded, one of the men swallowed loudly, terrified, and followed his command without a word.

The door closed behind them as he carried her to his bed, gently laying her down on his sheets; she looked up at him feeling that her whole body was quivering with terror and disbelief, her plump lips parted in an erratic breath. He stared at her without a word, undressing slowly, dropping the wet material of his coat and tunic to the ground, remaining in only his shirt and breeches.

She watched him carefully when he hummed under his breath, as if he had remembered something and moved to one of the drawers, opening it with a key, taking out a small vessel and a linen cloth. She stared at him as he tore it piece by piece into long strips, then moved back towards her, sitting down next to her on his bed.

"Let me see." He said softly, taking her cut hand in his. She hissed quietly, feeling discomfort and pain, thinking of the fact that she would now have another scar, symbolising something completely different.

Their marriage.

Her uncle opened the lid of a vessel and took a little amount of something that looked like a thick ointment onto his fingers, applying it to her wound; she sighed quietly feeling that whatever it was, it brought her immediate relief.

"I use this for injuries after my trainings." He said calmly, spreading the medicine carefully with his fingertips.

She thought with pain that he spoke to her as he had when they were still children, when he liked to explain to her what he was doing and why.

When he had finished with her hand, he scooped another layer of ointment onto his fingers, this time spreading it over her lower lip, applying it with his thumb.

"Has the pain eased?" He asked, and she nodded; she heard him hum under his breath, satisfied apparently with her answer, reaching for the strips of cloth that lay on his thighs.

She pondered in the back of her mind who the man she was looking at was.

"Will you marry her?" She asked quietly in a trembling voice, and he looked at her surprised; he stared at her intensely for a moment, his nostrils twitching in an anxious breath.

"A deer will never understand the ways of the dragon." He muttered, taking her hand in his, wrapping the material around her palm at the side of the injury. She furrowed her brow at his words, thinking with regret that this was not the answer.

"Will you marry her?" She repeated the question with impatience and pain, her jaw trembling, a quiet, ragged breath escaping her lips. She saw him clench his eye shut, as if what she was doing frustrated him, lean in and press his fingers against the base of his nose.

"Borros Baratheon is a proud man. He will not accept his daughter being a second wife. He will consider what I have done a personal insult. Enough." He said warningly, rising his hand, as if to make her understand, seeing that her mouth had opened again, that he was about to lose his temper.

"I am tired, and tomorrow we must show strength. Together. Do you understand?" He asked lowly, looking at her again; she stared at him with a fast pounding heart and thought in disbelief that he took what he did seriously.

That he had no intention of stepping back.

She nodded, lowering her gaze and swallowed loudly.

"Let me treat your wounds." She muttered quietly, playing between her fingers with the material of her nightgown, and heard him sigh heavily.

"Come, wife." He said tiredly, and she felt a squeeze in her throat, a shiver run down her spine as he called her this way, thus sealing what had happened.

Although she didn't believe it, she was his wife in the eyes of their gods.

Their wounds were visible proof of it.

She rose on his bed and moved towards him, taking the vessel of ointment from his hand, scooping it onto her fingers – it was sticky, oily and colourless, pleasant to the touch. She leaned over the inside of his palm and applied it to his cut skin – she heard him hiss quietly in discomfort as her fingertips spread it with gentle, delicate movements.

As he had done earlier, she treated his wound with a thin linen cloth, then rose and nestled against him, taking his cheek in her palm, applying the ointment with her thumb to his lower lip. They looked at each other for a moment, for the first time in many years so intimately, without secrets, without pretense.

"I recognise you." She whispered, stroking his soft skin with her fingertips, his sharply defined cheekbone and jaw; she felt him twitch, his pupil narrowed, heard him swallow loudly.

She knew he felt something at her words.

She sighed quietly as his trembling hand lifted slowly, his fingertips running over her cheek, his gaze becoming dreamy, hazy, his lips puffy with emotion, parted slightly.

"– Rhaenys –"

She felt what he said in her heart and deep between her thighs, a wonderful wave of heat surged through her, spreading through her lower abdomen. She leaned towards him, wanting to kiss him in some natural, subconscious reflex – he reached out to meet her, but they both froze, looking at each other intently, the tips of their noses touching.

"Never when we were children did you kiss me first. When we spoke to each other, you always approached me close, touched my face with your fingers and looked at my lips until I brought you relief."

"You never spoke openly about what you wanted. You never called things by name when it came to the needs of your heart. You were a perpetual mystery to me. I was fascinated by how little could be drawn out of you." She whispered into his mouth, a quiet, helpless gasp of surprise escaping his throat as her other hand touched his knee and rose slowly up to his thigh.

She said softly, running her fingers over his forehead, his temple, his cheek, his jaw, his lips, as if she wanted to remember this moment.

She felt him tremble all over at the memories that apparently filled his mind; he closed his eye for a moment, as if his feelings overwhelmed him, a ragged breath escaped from his throat.

His hand gripped the back of her neck and clamped down on it in a gesture of impatience, his breathing quickened and ragged as her fingers slid down between his legs, meeting the throbbing, hard bulge in his breeches; he sighed as if relieved when her lips brushed his, but without giving him a full kiss, merely teasing him.

She thought with a heavy pounding heart that if she could tame him, if she could drive him mad, she could slowly influence his aggression and impulsiveness, be his sweet promise of pleasure and fulfilment that he would never want to lose again.

"− do you wish your wife to take care of you? −" She whispered tenderly, increasing the pressure of her fingers on his cock throbbing under her hand – she felt his hips rock towards her, wanting to find a greater source of friction, his fingers tightened on her hair.

It seemed to her that the fact that she wasn't giving him what he needed, that her fingertips were merely trailing over his swollen length hidden beneath the material of his breeches aroused him even more, his breathing grew heavier, shaky and hitched. He froze as if in anticipation, wordlessly showing her that this was what he desired.

She thought with surprise, hearing and seeing his reaction, that she was wet.

"− yes −" He mumbled out like a helpless, vulnerable child and that was enough for her; she had no idea where she got her confidence to just climb into his lap, to press her moist lips, swollen with longing against his. They both moaned in pain, their wounds sore and burning.

They kissed each other for a moment with lazy, sticky flicks, stroking their faces and hair with their fingers, his treated hand sliding uncertainly down to her buttocks, pulling up the material of her nightdress, his fingertips clamped down on her firm, soft skin with his low murmur of satisfaction.

She felt her core begin to clench around nothing as his hips with impatient motions began to rub his swollen, throbbing erection against her wet folds – there was something liberating in the idea that although he would never admit it, he had somehow given her the initiative.

She could feel his uncertainty and tension, as if he was expecting a blow from her, that there was something more beneath it, that she wanted to take advantage of him, to lull his vigilance.

She thought she needed to regain his trust.

Make him want to confide only in her.

He stared at her wide-eyed, breathing loudly as her hands reached up to untie her nightgown, watching intently as she slid it slowly off her shoulders, exposing her bare body to him; she felt his manhood react intensely to the sight and twitch heavily between her thighs.

She grasped his hand in hers, guiding it unhurriedly down her neck, to her breast – she heard him swallow loudly, trying to calm his breathing as she tightened her fingers on his, showing him how she wanted him to touch her.

There was something intimate and arousing in the way he looked at her, as if he was surrendering, resigned to the fact that neither of them could escape each other.

She shuddered and drew in a loud breath when he leaned in, feeling her own wetness run down her thighs as his lips tentatively brushed and licked her nipple – a quiet, shy moan escaped her throat as he slid it between his lips and began to suck on it.

"− Aemond −" She mumbled out surprised at how intensely her body was responding to this gentle caress, her muscles inside her throbbed impatiently, his murmur of pleasure vibrated through her entire body.

Her hand involuntarily tightened on his hair, pressing him closer to her naked flesh, his fingers sinking into the warm skin of her buttock, rubbing against her more and more aggressively.

She drove his hand lower, between her thighs and heard his breath catch in his throat as she slid his fingers down to her warm, moist womanhood, rubbing against it with the movement of her hips.

"− here − yes, uncle, right here −" She mewled, throwing her head back with a moan of pleasure as she guided his fingertips to press sensitive, wet skin around her little bud with slow, sure strokes.

She heard his low groan of pleasure, muffled by her breast, which he caressed with his lips, teasing her nipple with his tongue, her fingers clenched in his hair, keeping him close.

"− this is how you brought yourself to fulfilment? − hm? −" He gasped, running the tip of his nose over her nipple only to close his lips on it again, his fingers digging harder into her sensitive, sticky flesh, teasing her with the increasingly loud click of her moisture.

"− y-yes −" She muttered in embarrassment as she felt the tension in her lower abdomen become unbearable – she felt like her whole body was on fire, her lips, her fingertips, her breasts seemed to tickle and pulsate, oversensitive from his gentle treatments.

"− what were you thinking about then? −" He purred, enveloping her naked skin with his hot, excited breath. She swallowed loudly, felt shivers on his skin as her fingers ran over his neck, her hips moving back and forth, responding to his slow strokes, his palm wet with her moisture.

"− about you − only about you −" She whispered with some kind of relief, closing her eyes as if she needed to tell him, to explain that she had never forgotten him, that she had never seen another man at her side.

She whimpered loudly, startled, as his two fingers slowly made their way inside her, with deep, sure pushes teasing the spot because of which she had no longer controlled what was happening to her body, stretching her fleshy, hot muscles again and again with a lewd clicks.

"− what a fucking mess you are − already soaking wet for your husband −" He exhaled, grabbing her by her hair, tilting her head back to look at her with satisfaction, digging his fingertips into her fleshy muscles, his lips parted in contentment, clearly something in her expression pleased him.

The awareness that she was reciprocating his desire.

She could only nod at his words, feeling that her cheeks were all red with emotion, her lips swollen with desire as her walls squeezed his fingers, sucking them inside – she felt his free hand slide from her hair to her mouth, parting it with his thumb.

"− open −" He commanded; she obeyed his order and moaned helplessly as his thumb slid deep inside her mouth, and in some involuntary, subconscious reflex she began to suck on it with a soft hum.

"− fuck −" He muttered, sliding it in and out between her lips with a quiet, lewd click of her saliva, digging his fingertips into the spot inside her from where she could see stars.

She felt her body was in some kind of euphoria, she had the impression her heart was going to jump out of her chest.

"− fuck − fuck, ride me −" He gasped, letting go of her, with a quick, desperate movement untying his breeches. She was breathless at his words, simultaneously terrified and aroused, looking down at him with her lips parted wide.

He will let her be on top.

He wanted to trust her, wanted to believe that she wouldn't humiliate him.

She raised herself up on her knees, resting her hands on his shoulders, panting along with him, seeing that he licked his lower lip as her warm, moist slit rubbed against the pink, glistening tip of his erection.

She thought with a rapidly beating heart that he held his manhood in his palm perpendicular to her body.

"− fuck − keep going −" He breathed out, not moving, however, at the same time trying by the tone of his voice and his posture to pretend he was in control of the situation, while on the other hand apparently wanting her to give him pleasure and decide for herself at what pace she would do it.

"− slide it inside you −" He ordered in a trembling, deep voice that sent a shiver through her.

She slowly sank down onto him, feeling the fat head of his cock open her tight, fleshy muscles, stretching her throbbing walls to the sides; they both moaned low, delighted by the sensation.

She decided that she would take it slow.

It was for this reason that she lifted herself unhurriedly on top of him, only to fall back on his cock again with a soft sigh, his hand stroking her buttock in a tender gesture, digging his fingertips into her hot skin – he closed his eye as if he wanted to focus only on what he was feeling.

She leaned towards him, running her fingers through his hair, pressing her forehead against his, focusing on how much he was filling her, feeling every twitch of him, every vein on his hard, swollen length.

Their bodies, in some natural, simple reflex, began to slam against each other with a loud slaps of her moisture, quiet, pathetic, surprised moans of pleasure escaping from their mouths, her lips teasing his, brushing against them as she sped up her pace, feeling his manhood begin to throb hard.

"− me too − oh, gods, uncle, me too −" She mewled, opening her lips wide, clenching her eyelids, her eyebrows arching in pain as her body shook with a powerful, hot fulfillment.

"− mghm − f-fuck, m close −" He muttered, clearly embarrassed that it felt so good, imagining apparently that as a man he should be able to persevere for as long as he himself desired – one of his hands slid down between her thighs, his thumb begging to tease and rub her puffy bud hidden between her folds.

She tilted her head back, her insides starting to clench against his cock, the tickling in her lower abdomen unbearable.

She heard his whimper of relief, his hips rooting his cock into her with a few more sloppy, deep thrusts before he came inside her, pressing his face against the hollow between her breasts.

"− fuck − fuck −" He gasped out, no more than a mumble coming from his mouth. She hugged him tightly with her arms, stroking his hair, kissing his forehead again and again, his half-soft manhood twitching inside her for a moment longer.

There was something so innocent about what they did, so tender, so sincere, that she felt tears under her eyelids.

"I love you." She whispered with pain and regret, combing her fingers through his snow-white, soft, long hair. "I've always loved you."

She felt him freeze whole at her words, as if he didn't believe she'd said it; his fingertips clenched painfully tight against her naked flesh, his breath raspy and shallow.

She heard him swallow loudly, knew he wanted to get something out, but couldn't.

She didn't resent him for that.

It was just the way he was.

"For years, lords slipped their daughters under my nose, and all I could think about was that they weren't similar enough to you." He whispered, and she felt a tightening in her throat, clenching her eyelids, knowing that was his answer.

He pulled away from her after a moment and leaned back to look at her face – his gaze was surprisingly calm, dreamy, tired and fulfilled. His fingertips ran gently over her hot, soft cheek in a gesture full of affection.

"I will never marry her."

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(bold means I couldn't tag you)

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literalite · 3 months

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mistki's the land is inhospitable and so are we (2023)!! as edits featuring mine and some of my friends ocs 😁 had a lot of fun with this project... rough explainer of how/why each song corresponds to each character/s under the cut because i love symbolism and talking! sorry it is long

bug like an angel - sapphire

without spoiling too much of her story and arc... sapphire's life is not easy. she's hurt by people she cares for and who care for her, although inadvertently, and in turn hurts people who she cares for and who cared for her, also not by her own volition. it's kind of a terrible truth that you will harm and be harmed by the people you love, even when you and they truly don't want to. it's up to you how much you're willing to take and deal. you can't keep every promise you make and you can't right every wrong. but you have to keep trying anyway. that's sapphire's strength, and the core of her goodness and why i personally consider her one of my favourite ocs. i chose to depict bug like an angel in mitski's more positive interpretation here and in that light i think it works best for saph

buffalo replaced - heiya

well first and foremost the vibes of the song fits heiya perfectly fhgjk but also lyricism and tone... yep. quick breakdown of heiya's background since i doubt i'll ever be able to do it properly she's an interesting character for me because she like a lot of my other characters has lost. everything. she had a wife and a child and they were both killed and she had to leave her home again and again and unlike how some of my others would have taken this she has never flagged in her unwavering dedication to preserving hope. for herself for her people for the future etc etc. which is a very fucking difficult thing to do! the world changes faster than you can keep up with it sometimes but for heiya she will not let herself tire and be swept away in it all. people rely on her. she's a guiding star as much as she is a woman. she's a lover and a fighter and thats what buffalo replaced means to me! so

heaven - vinny and caleb

i feel like of all my oc couples so far they have like. the sweetest most kind of simply mutually trusting dare i say straight forward love. they just love each other so much and thats all. the world could end around them when theyre together and it'd be okay truly. also yeah vinny is ostensibly in heaven now bye angel i feel like this one was pretty self explanatory. me and who WHEN

i don't like my mind - sunny

he just like me fr (said in denji voice) anyways wow ha. unstoppable unending guilt due to past actions that haunt your every waking moment? throwing yourself into any and all distraction just to take your mind off it, filling your time with other shit so that past sin doesnt for once echo in your awful and hollow brain? this song is perfect for sunny honestly just that sentiment also the "please don't take this job from me".... sometimes the coping is worse. you can be proud of something because you can do it better than anyone else even if that thing is terrible

the deal - wolfgang munch by @gunthermunch

Wolfgang Amadeus Munch. umm this will make more sense later on but it still kind of makes sense now i think. he doesn't want to be himself he keeps . leaving and moving and running away from his own memories his own self in reaction to others. if he could pawn it all off he would. if he could be better in an instant without having to feel every agonising second of change he would! but thats not how the world works. or is it. read munch by gunthermunch thats an order

when memories snow - lilian

i feel the older you get the more your past kind of swells up and trails behind you... at least for lilian that is shes very linked to the different versions of the girl/young woman she used to be. for her its a double edged blade, a lot of her own strength is drawn from who she was and what happened to her throughout her life. they haunt her but she's haunting it back in her own way

my love mine all mine - saige, bellona, ari

stares you down okay so usage of this song very much almost verges into spoiler territory but uhm. uhm. starts twitching basically the whole dynamic here is . sometimes when you love you will sacrifice. and while that is usually a good thing sometimes it is not but sometimes it still is. sometimes you pay your dues for love and sometimes someone else has to pay for your love as well. and whether that is worth it to them remains to be seen. but it's all about love still. whether that's a worthy cause is up to you i suppose

the frost - yoshiki and hikaru from hikaru ga shida natsu

fun fact (or not so fun fact since i had it listed as such) this slot was originally meant to be taken up by a gojo/geto edit and while it still works for them frighteningly well i swerved to do another black and white haired doomed gay pairing gfhjkl; i really recommend yall to read hikaru ga shinda natsu/the summer that hikaru died because honestly it speaks for itself! it's SO good i love it so bad

star - ari and luca by @anjitrait

wow these two did not deserve the horrors the narrative (me) slammed down onto their heads. they're kind of the most married of all time to me but like of course under pressure even the strongest most loving of bonds will warp. they've been together for roughly a decade and a half now. they know and love each other as totally as you could possibly imagine. despite it all i am yours, no matter. are we picking up what i'm putting down chat

i'm your man - nayef and sióar by @lucidicer

after the album dropped like at least 3 people swung into my dms with a ?this you?? about this song which. i mean the fucking dogs that start barking halfway through the song. are you kidding me. but anyways sioyef and devotion. sioyef and putting yourself in your lover's hands and looking to them like they are a god. this is super self explanatory. you know

i love me after you - redacted and ophelia

HM.... all i'll say here is that sometimes the homoerotic tension filled high school friendship where both parties have something very wrong with them but in totally different directions can be. scarring. bad. sometimes love just isn't enough when you don't know what you're meant to do with it and when you've lived in survival mode all your life. but that once the dust clears you can scrape yourself off the ground get up keep going and that isn't gonna be the end for you there. or for love, even. sometimes shit just ain't meant to be and thats ok

#ts4 #urghhgh idek how many hours this is cumulatively. dont wanna #ts4 edit #seph.txt #p

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ambassadorarlert · 6 months

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toxic!armin head canons

author’s note: this fr has been a long time coming. it took a while to gather my thoughts lmao. he can’t be sweet all the time, right??😭

warning: modern au. toxic characteristics — obsession, jealousy, possessiveness. gaslighting.

18+ ONLY MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

we're not gonna look away from armin's whole underlying character trait of being a known manipulator. he is going to gaslight you.

armin starts his mind games as a last resort. when he's desperate to have his way. when he's being back into a corner, and you're holding your ground in an argument or disagreement. when you're winning and he's losing. he'll play into his unfortunate-baby face-sweet-boy persona and say, "i'm only telling you/doing this because i love you!" armin slaps, "I don't know what you want me to do." at the end of most arguments because he knows it will make you quit arguing out of pure frustration.

we can all agree armin goes through your phone

he immediately clicks on iMessage to see who you’ve been texting. snoops through everything. pictures, contacts, notes. all of it. armin goes all up in your private dm’s, discord, looks through your snapchats. who you’ve been sending tiktoks to. he’s so extra, he even scrolls on your social media timelines. your dash. your fyp. just to see what you’re always looking and giggling at bc who is making you laugh if it’s not him ? arminknows he won’t find anything and that you would never do anything behind his back. but he looks anyway and holds his breath just in case. and, if he does find something he doesn’t like, he will confront you about it and not even address the bigger question

major attachment issues. in bold, italics and regular size font.

the root cause being his parents died when he was really young and was only raised by his grandpa who worked all the time. /: armin definitely has mommy issues. he's very anxious to pleasure you and do everything you want him to bc a.) he's hopelessly devoted to you b.) for some reason he think it'll make you love him more. armin will get really attached to you after the first date, and everything in your relationship moves quickly. he says i love you first. 3 months into the relationship you’re moving in together. engaged after 1 year, married 6 months later. he’s sensitive and in tune with everything you’re doing and feeling and saying. the slightest change in your voice, oh you must be mad at him. when you're literally just tired and have 0 energy, he must be annoying you. armin needs regular reassurance and validation. he will straight up ask “do you still love me?” at least once a day.

armin gets jealous so. so easily.

armin thinks he's not good enough for you and that you deserve someone who can do the things he can't, while simultaneously not being able to bear the thought of you being with another man. he views other guys as a threat and is off-putting on purpose. he goes through your followers and interactions daily and reports guys who leave compliments and thirsts. he gives guys dirty looks when he see's them obviously looking at you. will ask trap questions like "would you still be with me if you could start your life over?" armin is well liked among your girlfriends but makes no effort with your guy friends, and has succeeded in distancing you from a few of them. he disguises ultimatums as open communication. armin's jealousy is a delicate spectrum.

he's very possessive of you.

you're his everything and he wants everyone to know that. you're so gorgeous, he's not gonna hide you away. armin recognizes that you're your own person, and you can show off however you'd like. as long as he's somewhere in the background. he encourages that you tag him in all your posts. he fights for his life trying to convince you to let him come with you while you go out with your friends and he wins most of the time. but when he has to stay home, he stays up and waits for you, he double/triple texts and asks when you'll be home even though you made a point to give him a timeframe. and don't even be 5 minutes late because armin already has seventy-five questions lined up. if he's feeling extra silly, he'll start a fight over text. 🤪

2023. do not copy or repost any work by arlertwitch on any other platform. violators will be prosecuted. 🪼 — @artsyblkblocked / @sleazymac-n-cheesy / @arlerts-angel / @chiinni / @aegonslawyer / @stoned-eren /

#its not even his fault fr.#he’s just protective that’s all.#he’s been through a lot and he can’t always help it ok #my writing #armin arlert #armin imagine #armin headcanons #toxic!armin #armin drabble #armin one shot #armin x reader #armin x y/n #armin x you #armin x black reader #armin x fem reader #armin x black y/n

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rin-fukuroi · 6 months

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𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤. 𝐓𝐰𝐨 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 [𝐃𝐚𝐧 𝐇𝐞𝐧𝐠]

Please do not translate or publish my works without my permission.

The originals of my works can be read here

Fandom: Honkai: Star Rail

Pairings: Dan Heng x fem!reader

Warnings: school AU, just fluff.

▶• ılıılıılıılıılıılı. Eve - 遊生夢死

Note: English is not my native language, so I apologize if there are errors in the text qq

I usually don't like to write smth like this, but I made an exception by writing this work once as a bday present for my dear friend. I still think I'm not very good at feeling this character, but I hope it's not too noticeable XD

You remember exactly when it started. You remember perfectly well when your life became so unstable and restless, but happy and saturated, as if filled with bright colors for the first time.

One look. Two words that planted a feeling in your chest that could be awakened by a man who barely decided to take the first step, which he will never regret.

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Thoughtlessly tracing the margins in your notebook with a pencil, you get bored, yawning quietly at the last desk in the middle row. The office is filled with the tired voice of the teacher and the quiet whisper of your classmates, who can't wait to go home. Raindrops patter softly on the windows, making you even more sleepy.

Today is your birthday. How ironic that it was on this day that the sky cried from the moment you stepped outside the school.

At least you'll be able to come home soon and get some sleep.

Your gaze lazily rose to the gray clouds. For some reason, no one around seemed to care about writing a synopsis or the raging elements outside the window. This day could have been much more intense if you had friends, right? Perhaps so. But you've always been comfortable being alone. Being alone also has its charms. You are always focused on your own thoughts, not filling your head with unnecessary meaningless chatter. Yes, from the outside, friendly communication really looked quite fun, but is it really necessary if now it seems to you that everything is in its place?

You sigh softly, about to return to your notes, when your gaze catches on another bored figure by the window. Exactly. There was always someone in the class who seemed like a kind of kindred spirit to you. For sure, Dan Heng thought about his life the same way you did. You've never seen him smiling cheerfully in the company of classmates. His gaze is just as extinguished, directed at the gloomy sky. Funny… You didn't pay much attention to him, but whenever this guy came into your field of vision, he looked like your reflection.

Although you can't even remember what his voice sounds like.

This does not mean that you never had the desire to talk to him, but you often found him reading another book or leaving school alone with headphones on. Perhaps these are just excuses for your self-doubt, but you sincerely believed that your company would be superfluous for him. Dan Heng always looks so cold, detached, but he doesn't seem to be bothered by the lack of any connection with society.

Just like you.

Hmm… if you think about it, he could have been quite popular with girls if he had been more sociable. His hair always looks so well groomed. Slightly curly short black strands gently shimmer even in the dim sunlight, barely breaking through dense clouds, contrasting against the background of bright turquoise eyes. Aristocratically pale skin and pleasant facial features. Yes, Dan Heng can definitely be called handsome. Maybe he's even your type.

Although, how do you know what your taste in guys is, because you've never fallen in love.

But when those expressive sea-green eyes meet yours, for some reason my heart feels so restless in my chest. Is it out of fear that you seem to have been staring at Dan Heng for a while so obviously that you even managed to get his attention? Yes, but… it was like there was something else.

You look away, burying your face even more in the palm of your hand propping up your head, turning back to your notebook. It was probably the first time you made eye contact with him. What is this feeling? Somehow… It's restless.

You flinch when you finally hear the loud sound of a life-saving bell, knocking you out of your embarrassing thoughts. It must have been so long since you talked to anyone but your parents that even such a small thing could throw you into confusion.

You hurriedly gather your things from the table, scooping them into a bag before heading for the exit, following the crowd that has already managed to run out into the corridor, when a strange hand of the man behind lands on your desk, enclosing you between his body and a chair.

«Wh-what?..»

You turn around uncertainly, facing the chest of a guy with an indifferent expression on his face. The fright on your face is gradually replaced by complete puzzlement.

— D-Dan Heng? Something happened? — has your voice always sounded so quiet or just this time?

— Did you bring an umbrella today?

— Huh? An umbrella? — your eyes widen with even more shock when two things put you in a stupor at once. This is a Tribute to Heng. He's talking to you right now. And asks… About the umbrella?! You're hardly sure you've ever heard his voice, but what he said now seems absolutely absurd.

— It's raining outside. I saw you looking out the window and thought you might not have brought an umbrella.

— Oh, that's right… Um… — you're nervously going over all the memories in your head up to the moment you left the house. And really…

Your thoughtful look, replaced by confusion, said more to Dan Heng than your tongue was able to utter now.

— We live not far from each other. I spend.

✧ ✧ ✧

«What's going on?!»

You awkwardly huddle with a silent classmate under an umbrella as you walk steadily in complete silence to the sound of raindrops hitting the asphalt. There are so many questions in your head that you would like to ask, but for some reason the words get stuck deep in your throat. How the hell does he know where you live? Why did I come up to you with such a strange offer in the first place? Why today?

There must have been some truth in the rumors that Dan Heng was a strange guy who didn't walk around the classroom quietly enough.

You give the guy short glances, having time to notice how calm he looks in such a situation. The same as always. You also notice how his shoulder gets wet from the incessant rain while he holds an umbrella over your figure, which is moving further away from him.

How embarrassing is this… You are gradually approaching Dan Heng, feeling the heat tingle your cheeks even under the cool breeze. It's just to avoid feeling guilty. No more than that.

The longer the silence hung over you, the more clearly your heart was throbbing somewhere in your ears, making you even more nervous. Are you so uncomfortable just because it's practically a stranger to you, or is it because it's Dan Heng?

Your eyes light up when the fence of your house is visible on the horizon. You can finally get through this stress alone.

— Um… we're here.

You both stop, and a short sigh leaves Dan Heng's chest, giving you an unreadable look from top to bottom. You've never thought about how much taller he is than you, but now it seemed like you were nothing more than a scared kitten cowering at his feet.

— Yes. Then… Till tomorrow.

Dan Heng's lips pursed up, and his gaze was blunted somewhere in the asphalt under his feet, which made you relax a little. Ah… he's probably embarrassed too, because you really look alike. It is unlikely that Dan Heng is used to communicating with anyone. He gives the impression of a man who voluntarily chose solitude, but for some reason he exudes sadness, the nature of which you cannot understand. You wanted to ask why he decided to accompany you, why today… But you just nod, grabbing the strap of your bag, hurriedly running to the door.

— Y/N!

For some reason, you were almost sure that this was not the end. Exactly… It wasn't sadness.

You turn around, meeting Dan Heng's furrowed brows, flushed cheeks and sparkling turquoise eyes as he tightens his grip on the umbrella in his hand, looking at you, seeming to carefully consider what he wants to say.

— Happy birthday…

— Huh? — it seemed to you that your heart turned over in your chest, pausing for those few moments that felt like an eternity while you stared into Dan Heng's deep eyes. In these quiet waves, which shimmer with soft ripples in his eyes, you can read tenderness, awe, which creep through your body with a tremor that you have never felt before. Your stomach is cramping with an unpleasant, but such a warm feeling that makes you even more nervous. It's all like a fever attack that will kill you if you don't hide behind your door right now.

You open your lips, whispering your answer, which probably only the rain hitting the roof of your house has heard.

— Thank you…

But Dan Heng heard you. That's probably why he hurried to turn around and head home as soon as possible, in order to hide the way the corners of his lips lifted in a soft smile under a wet umbrella.

#headcanons #hsr #hsr x reader #honkai:star rail x reader #honkai:star rail #hsr fluff #fluff #dan heng #dan heng x reader #dan heng fluff #hsr drabbles

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daily-hanamura · 4 months

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I kind of wished that the persona 4 cast wasn’t stuck in a narrative where the main theme is ‘always accept the role thrust upon you and if you don’t like it, just force yourself to like it’. Yukiko actively wants to leave Inaba and create her own life, but is portrayed negatively when doing so, with her character arc involving her accepting the role thrust upon her. Don’t get me started on Naoto. I know you’re the Yosuke guy, and was wondering what are your thoughts on this when applied to Yosuke?

I want you to know that being called "the Yosuke guy" is now my greatest achievement you've made my day everyday for the last week

I do agree with you, and I think it was one of my initial issues with P4 where, for a game whose entire narrative is about being true to yourself, it sure falls back into that tired sense of social conformation a lot. It's grating, right, because it feels like what they really mean to say is "be yourself! but not too much and not in a way that makes other people unhappy and make sure you're still living up to other peoples expectations because that's the real reason why you're unhappy with yourself, you haven't accepted who we want you to be (which is the real you that we've decided) etcetc" and it just undercuts the emotional impact of their self-acceptance (see also kanji and rise). (dw I know P5 also kind of has the same problem, and I can go into a whole thing about the limits of transformative narratives written by capitalist corporations but i wont. today-)

I think with Yosuke though, it's really interesting because his character arc is more so tied to his relationship with Inaba as a place, rather than his fundamental self-perceptions. It's established early on that Yosuke hated the town for various reasons; he's a city boy who wants excitement and connection, but most of the town hates him so he's shit out of luck and it gives him little reason to like the town back. As the game progresses, he starts to like the town -- "it's not about where you are, but who you're with", so it's his friendships (and having people who accept him for who he is) that makes the place meaningful for him. And, at the end of the day, Yosuke did get what he wanted - excitement and connection.

But he's not tied to Inaba.

In P4AU, it's revealed that Yosuke's struggling to figure out what he wants to do in life, but by the end of it he tells Yu that he wants to leave the town and go to college with Yu in the city, and that he wants to see the world and experience more things for himself. It fascinates me because it very strongly implies that Yosuke's arc isn't complete as we're very expressly told that he's still developing. It stands in contrast to the other characters who have effectively been fixed into some role or position (Yukiko as an inn manager, Rise as an idol), and unlike them, Yosuke hasn't been permanently relegated to the things that he starts off hating. He hasn't been written to stay in Inaba or even to continue working at Junes after graduation, instead he gets the opportunity to try things. imo this makes his arc more situational (and therefore layered) - Yosuke's perspective on his circumstance matures, but who he is as a person doesn't have to change, and he's not forced to make a trade-off with the wishes he had at the start.

This might be because Yosuke is Atlus' favourite character of the contrast between Yosuke's city background and the rest of the Inaba folk. There's a guy in the school who talks about how most people who finish high school in Inaba just go on to get jobs, and very few actually leave for college and beyond. It's something deeply realistic and reflective of human geography IRL, because that's very common in small communities. A fear of the outside world because of how isolated they are (and Inaba kind of is - remember how Yosuke said they barely had cell connectivity up until recently) means they tend to look inwards instead of out, so there isn't as strong an awareness of what else there is out there and a belief that your options are basically just that (it also makes it all the more impressive that they have surprisingly well-traveled teachers). Yosuke, on the other hand, is very much connected to the internet and the outside world, and he also tends to think about the things that he's missing out on more tangibly.

It makes for a very interesting parallel with Yukiko, who had grown up in Inaba all her life and also expresses that same interest in wanting to go out and see the world. Yukiko's idea about the kind of options that she has is weirdly limited for someone who is supposed to be at the top of her class. When you meet her at the bookstore, she talks about getting a job license so she could leave town, and her first thought was interior decorator (do you even need a license for that? it's not a chartered profession unlike an architect or interior designer, but things might work differently in japan). And maybe she does have a genuine interest in it so I'm talking shit, but it also feels like it's a job that she's aware of only because of the ryokan. As far as I could tell, we don't actually see her express any interest in, say, furniture themes or colour swatches and fabric textures in the way Kanji very clearly does. Her world view, like everyone else, is bounded by the reach of her experience, but because Inaba is so small and cloistered it impedes her ability to imagine beyond that. Even when she's thinking of leaving, her options are still limited to her experiences at the inn. I'm still really salty about how she decided to stay at the ryokan in the end, because something much more satisfying in my opinion would have been for her to get the opportunity to try different things elsewhere in the world, and if she decided that the ryokan was the right thing for her, then, well, fine, I guess? Or some cliche like exploring other inns elsewhere so she could bring that knowledge home. Especially since she had the support of her family and the inn staff, it makes her narrative feel more like an acceptance of her lot in life, rather than a genuine realisation that yeah, this was what she wanted, which was what the game wanted us to think, except it's not convincing. Instead, it just feels like a weird stagnation because her initial wish of wanting to see the world beyond the ryokan was not satisfied.

But hey, guess who does!

Yosuke gets to learn how to make the best of a situation, but ultimately, he's not beholden to it. He - and his writers - understand that he's not done growing, so he doesn't fix himself to a role that he doesn't like. AND IT'S GOOD. I just wish everyone else got that opportunity.

#asks #get-hit-with-the-wimp-stick #as you can see i have many thoughts on this #frankly i might also be extremely biased as a city person who hates being a frog in a well so this has deeply skewed my interpretation #also human geography is my special interest so that's a weird take there huh #not sure if this was the question you were asking but this is my answer

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dearestgojo · 1 year

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Aki x Camgirl reader

A/n: This is for my Cyberpunk Collab. Set in a futuristic future where everyone has an sd slot behind their ears.

Warnings: 18+. Camgirl reader. Aki and reader are friends. Technology that allows you to feel what is happening. Handjob. Oral m receiving. Cowgirl. Riding. Praise (good boy). Dubcon/noncon (Aki watching reader's content without her being aware). Mentions of drugs. There's a death but it's a background character. Mentions of addiction. Reader has blue nips and nip piercings. "Creampie".

Wc: 3.5k | CSM Masterlist | Main Masterlist

Aki is tired. Absolutely and utterly tired.

The weight of the day pushes down on his shoulders, the pressure digging into his shoulder blades. His own skin irritates him as he moves past the threshold of his apartment, taking off his shoes, and placing them neatly near the entry, before dragging his feet further in. He shakes his work jacket and tie off, throwing them over the back of his couch to use tomorrow, pulling out the half-empty box of cigarettes, and heading out towards the balcony.

The city buzzes with life, screens flashing all around him, the low buzz of the vehicles traveling up from down below along with the voices of people. Bright lights block out the shining stars above, the moon itself barely visible through the tall buildings and outshined by the city lights.

Sighing heavily, he releases the smoke, watching as it curls into the air. He reaches up to let his hair loose, ready to finish the cigarette and shower, his hand sliding against the two slots found at the nape of his neck behind his ear. Two-inch-sized slots made for small chips that could range from any type of content, from information to drugs-more commonly known as vds- to the life of someone. All of these had different formats and uses; anything information related would appear on the thin lens that covered the eyes as if on a computer without hindering one's sight. And vds would mess with the nervous system once they were slipped in allowing the person to experience a high without the need for physical drugs. The idea had been to prevent overdoses and addiction, but when people started becoming addicted to them they were pulled from the market, yet you could find a few dealers selling them and people still entering a coma-like state caused by overuse. But vds also weren't the only thing people got addicted to.

Today, for example, Aki had seen a man's dead body pulled from his single-room apartment, his skin dyed with the blue-green side effect of chrome addiction, where his body mods were attached, and his room riddled with hundreds of momentos of the old ones. Aki thought they should consider themselves to have found him dead and not entering cyberpsychosis. There had also been a woman who was found out on the streets delirious, not able to tell if she was living her own life or a braindance. With his line of work, Aki had a first view of just how dangerous things had become, but there were people he wanted to protect.

And as if sensing his state of mind, in the corner of his screen on the lens, he gets a small phone icon with your name on the side. Aki answers promptly, twisting the cigarette on the ashtray he set up outside, before walking back in, "Hello?"

"Oh good, you answered, I thought you might still be at work, with the cyberpsycho thing going on right now," you reply, the sound of the news traveling through the phone.

Aki shakes his head, "No, I left just as they got the call, Himeno's there though. Why are you calling though?" He glances at the clock on the nightstand beside his bed, kicking his shoes off. It's seven thirty on a Friday night, and he never stayed late on Fridays, never wanting to miss the one thing he looked forward to every week. The one guilty pleasure that he never told anyone about. Not even you, fearing it would ruin the friendship you two had built.

He hadn't meant to come across it, never thought he'd indulge in such pleasures, but he had been pent up for several weeks. And working late hours six days a week didn't allow him to find a hook-up, and Himeno, who he'd had a previous agreement with, had just been promoted. Which meant their arrangement had recently ended. Normal porn was not enough to subside the need for release, and the stress of it was starting to affect him at work. And then Kishibe approached him teasing him for letting his needs affect his work ethic, before handing him a small piece of paper with the name of a device, where he could buy it, the price, a website, and a username.

Aki had thrown the piece of paper into his bedside drawer, not seeing why he would need it. Thinking he'd come across something sooner or later that would help him destress. That was until he blew up on one of the newer hires, and he found himself at a sex shop store and taking a small box home, that contained a fleshlight, a chip, instructions, and a headset that curved over the back of his head and rested on his ears. He then decide to explore the site Kishibe had given him, slipped the chip in, and created an account. Searched the username, and stopped breathing.

You covered the entirety of his view. Your soft smile was staring back at him while you spoke cliche lines and moved sensually before his eyes. Until that moment, Aki had no idea this was the side job you were always referring to that left you good money. His stomach had twisted, and he had half a mind to call Kishibe and give him an earful, but the man hadn't known that Aki knew you. The older man didn't know that the girl on the screen, that was settling on all fours and resting her head on his thigh as her hand glided up his cock, had been Aki's childhood friend and crush.

He had logged out rather quickly and shoved everything he had bought under his bed. His cheeks burning and the image of you in pink lingerie and knee-highs burned into his brain. An image he still saw every time he saw or heard you speak. A picture that was so engraved in his mind that he came back a week later. An image he could see clearly right now as you spoke to him.

"I was calling to see if I had left my bracelet there, I kind of needed it this weekend."

Aki glances around him, spotting a small golden chain hanging over the edge of one of his bedroom lamps. "Can't say that I have," he replies, "Why do you need it? Have a date or something?" He can already hear the excuse you'd use, the bracelet you were speaking of was a gift from one of your viewers. Specifically a gift from him. A gift he liked to see you wear in your videos.

"Mmh, something like that. If you find it please let me know," he glances at the clock, ten till eight, "I have some things to do."

Aki hums, settling on his bed, and reaching into the drawer by his bed, "Okay. Call me if you need anything."

Your voice comes through the other side, sweet and melodic, "I will. I really have to go now. Bye, I'll see you soon."

The call ends, and Aki checks his clock once more before pulling up the site Kishibe had given him, logging in, and clicking on your user name. He reaches back, sliding his hair to the side, slowly slipping in the chip, that connects to the fleshlight that rests near his thigh. He starts to settle on the bed, pulling off his clothes until he is bare and sliding the headset resting on his ears, and the minutes slowly tick by. He grabs the toy and his bottle of lube, applying a small amount to it, a part of the routine he started all those weeks ago when he first discovered you did this.

The display on his lens changes; your username, and a countdown appear. Along with instructions to slide the fleshlight down his length. He isn't hard yet, cock flaccid in his hand as he slides the toy down his length, a hiss escaping his lips from the coolness of the lube.

The screen switches again, and you appear in front of him. Hair curled and clipped out of your face by two gold hair clips, your make-up freshly done, and in a navy blue lingerie set a black belt garter. Your breasts are accentuated and brought out by the push-up bra, drawing Aki's attention away from your smiling face, the melodious sound of your voice helping relax into his mattress.

"Hi, I'm so happy to be seeing you again. It's been a while," you jut your lip out, sliding your hand up his thighs. You do this all the time, make it feel as if it's only you and whoever is on the other side of the screen, never acknowledging that it's you and hundreds of others, "I've missed you." Aki feels his heart hammering against his ribs, the inside of his mouth filling with salvia. "Before you get started though, I'd like to remind you to make sure your device is compatible with mine. You can find this information in the right top left corner."

Aki doesn't bother checking, knowing that the device worked well with whatever one you had, though how he was able to feel every touch still confused him. His blue eyes focused on you and the hand running up his thigh, and the background behind you. He wonders if you're recording this in the extra room of your apartment you keep closed and if all it actually looks like this inside, or if you have some type of filter to keep your location hidden. Though it wouldn't be hard for someone who frequents your lives to recognize you out on the street with your face fully visible. It wouldn't be hard for one of your viewers to start harassing you if they recognize you. The thought makes Aki's stomach burn and twist, but all of that anger and thoughts are pushed to the back of his head when the feeling of your hand wraps around the base of his cock, a moan falling from his lips., hips moving up into the fleshlight. You've barely done anything and he's growing hard, dick stiffening inside the toy as the sensation of your soft touches travels up his spine. He looks down to watch your hand glide up and down his length, hand twisting, the tips of your fingers barely touching. He twitches in your hand, a giggle falling from your lips.

"Wow, someone's eager today. Be a good boy for me and I'll give you a special treat. Just a couple of more minutes and we can get started," your eyes fall out of focus, glancing beyond him, probably at the screen to your equipment. The tip of your tongue pokes out between your lips, weight shifting so your legs rest between his, pressed together tightly. Your hand continues to move along his dick, fingers paying extra close attention to the head, "Okay, it looks like we can get started. I have a special treat planned for you today, but you have to be good, like really good, in order to get it. Can you do that for me?"

Aki's head moves up and down, a strangled "Yes," falling from his lips, watching a bright smile spread on your lips.

"Okay good," you huff, the warmth of your hand leaving his member, reaching behind you to undo the hooks of your bra, giggling as the straps fall off your shoulders, "I also have a surprise for you."

Aki's eyes are glued to your breasts, the cold of your room causing your nipples to harden and draw his attention to the small rod sticking out of either one. More importantly to their new color. Highlighting the silver of your new piercings is a halo of dark blue, that sticks out against your skin. The color darkens closer to the center of the areola, and a lighter blue on the outside. You press your arms together, pushing your boobs against one another and out further, forcing him to focus on the hard blue buds.

Aki wonders when you had time to do this. When between coming over to his house, going to work, and filming throughout the week, did you find time to dye and pierce your pretty little nipples? The inside of his mouth waters as he thinks that you've been hanging around him like this and he hadn't even noticed.

"I hope you like it," you pout, running your hands down from your neck to play with your breasts. God, he wishes he could wrap his lips around the perked buds and get a taste of you. But technology could only allow him so much, such as feeling your wet hot cunt wrapped around him, and the feather touches on his chest when you bounced on the toy that allowed him to feel you.

You lean forward, reaching behind you to slide your hand on his cock, grinning down at him, "Want to get a closer look?" Your breasts are mere inches from his face, the hard buds almost brushing on the bridge of his nose. He swallows down hard as he stares at them, running his tongue on his bottom lip, whimpering when you pinch the head of his cock. "You know I thought it would hurt more when they did it, but I barely felt anything, just a small pinch like that," you giggle, sitting back up, settling back between his legs on your stomach. Your hand reaches up to touch his dick again, pushing against the head with your thumb, pulling him toward your mouth.

You run your tongue from the base up to the head, hand following behind. Lips wrapping around the head while your hand falls back down and up, the tip of your tongue licking at his slit. A low hum vibrates from the back of your tongue, sending small jolts down his length. You pull back smiling, your eyes glazed over and filled with lust.

"I wish you were here," you sigh, tilting your head down to take one of his balls in your lips, sucking gently on, Aki letting out a broken moan as your warm tongue licks at it."That way I could see how hard you really are and feel your big fat cock stretch my little cunt and mouth for real. Lick your big cum filled balls," you giggle, licking your way back up and pushing him fully into your hot mouth with no warning.

Aki cries out, eyes squeezed shut, feeling the head of his cock bump against the back of your throat. You gag around him, the corners of your eyes stained with tears before you pull back until only the head is between your lips. You take in a deep breath and push your head down again, slowly setting a rhythm that feels like his fucking your throat.

The fleshlight around his cock moves to the movements of your mouth and constricts around the girth when you hollow your cheeks. Warmth spreads along the length of his dick while he receives a virtual blowjob from you, broken whimpers falling from his lips, not expecting it to feel so real. His precum is spread along the shaft whenever your pullback, a string of spit connected to your lips, a loud slurp echoing in his ears as his chest rises and falls. You grin up at him, head resting on his thigh, your hand gliding up and down.

"I didn't expect you to be this hard," you giggle, your eyes teary and lips swollen. You stick out your tongue and tap the tip against it three times before taking him back into your mouth, your hands resting on his thighs. The inside of your mouth is warm and slick, spit coating the corners of your lips. Your teeth graze his shaft as you move your head up and down. He feels you gag every so often, salvia spilling from the corners of your mouth, and breathing growing heavier. The muscles of his stomach become taunt, his release curling and growing in the pit of his belly.

He lets out whimpers and moans, that echo off the walls of his bedroom, and travel down the hall. If he didn't live alone or occupy the middle room, he'd make an effort to be quieter. He doesn't think he'd succeed with the feeling of your warm mouth wrapped around him, the tip hitting the back of your throat, but he'd still make an effort to keep the embarrassing moans down.

You pull off of him with a pop, a whine falling from his lips. He was close to cumming, close to falling apart at the seams when you stopped. A string of spit connecting your lips to his swollen cock. You're smiling at him as you come back up, resting on your knees, slurping the string into your mouth, "So good for me, such a good boy."

He swallows down when you rest your thighs on either side of him, his hands automatically moving to rest on your thighs. Aki's still unaccustomed to the warmth under his palms, the feel of your soft skin. It's as if he were actually in the room with you, and not all by himself in his one-bedroom apartment, neon city lights reflected on the sheen that coated his chest.

You reach behind you, hand wrapping around his cock, and gliding the head along your wet folds. Aki hisses, cock pulsing inside the fleshlight, and he looks up at your lust-filled gaze, your lip caught between your teeth.

"You've been such a good boy for me tonight. Letting me lick your big fat cock. I think you deserve a special treat." You lean forward, your lips inches away from his, he can feel the warmth of your breath when you whisper, "How about I let you cum in me?"

He knows it's fake. He knows that no matter what happened, even if you had pulled the dildo on your side at the last second, he would have ended up cumming inside the fleshlight. But hearing you say it. Hearing you give him permission to release inside of you has him growing harder, abs tensing underneath your touch, that isn't actually there, and his breath hitching.

You both let out moans when you sink down, your thighs splayed out on top of his, knees bent back making your feet rest near his knees. "So big," you mutter, out of breath, chest rising and falling, "want to feel you cum in me."

"Want to come in you," Aki mumbles into the empty room, wishing you were here in flesh and bone. The warm feeling of the fleshlight couldn't compare to what your actual cunt would feel like. He wanted to be able to feel your actual hot wet cunt wrapped around him and not a simulation of what you supposedly feel like.

Allowing yourself a moment to adjust before you start to move your hips up a down, pace slow and steady at first. You pause and circle your hips every so often, your clit rubbing against his navel. Your hands glide down your body, playing with your pierced nipples for a moment before one hand comes down to rest on his chest while the other circles your swollen clit.

"Feel so, good. Goin' to cum soon," you breathe out, looking down at him while your hips move up and down, "Come with me, please. Come in me."

His hips start to thrust up into the fleshlight in sync with your movements. Feeling the toy clench around him. The sound of your wet cunt fills his ears as he moves up into the toy. Both of you chasing your releases now.

Aki comes first, releasing into the fleshlight. His entire body shaking as spurt and spurt of his semen fill the toy - it'd worry about the hassle of cleaning it later - curses and your name falling from your lips. You follow after, your hips never stop moving, and pornographic moans fall from your lips before you collapse on top.

Your body feels warm on top of his, piercings pressed against his chest cool. The weight of your body brings him a sort of comfort when he starts to feel guilty as the fleshlight pulses around him, his cum falling out from the edges. A few minutes pass before you sit back up, pulling out the simulation of his dick on your side.

You smile at the screen, running your tongue over your swollen bottom lip, "Thank you for joining me today. I hope we can see each other at the same time next week."

The stream ends and Aki is left laying on his bed, chest rising and falling as he stares up at the ceiling. The guilt starts to settle in his stomach. There would be a day when he would have to tell you that he knew about your side job. That he had seen a part of you that you hadn't meant for him to see, and had enjoyed watching you. But that wasn't today, or tomorrow, or the day after. In fact, he didn't know when that day would be, but just as he had discovered yours, you would discover his.

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Hello! I adore your Bodies fanart. I was imagining Karl in 1890 and how much havoc he would wreak. Also Henry and Karl would get along very well, I think, and Karl would be a *terrible* matchmaker for Henry and Alfred... I'd love to see your take on any of this, if anything comes to you 😍

HELLO OMG THANK YOU FOR THE EXCUSE TO JUST DROP HOT TAKES INTO THE BODIES NETFLIX TAG <3 all these drawings are very scrappy and i lost the plot and this became more like sharing all my hcs but still :')

now that you have brought it to me i really do think henry and karl would be unstoppable, i think they'd constantly have a fun, back-and-forth banter !!! i also can see karl dropping multiple not-so-subtle hints, and all of the detectives being quite supportive. gently too, considering the period-typical homophobia. i do think sometime along the lovelorn pining looks, he gets tired of seeing them orbit each other without anything happening, and this exchange occurs:

more doodles and crying under the cut :)

i will die on the "karl weissman bisexuality" hill. HE TOLD ME IN A DREAM!!!! it's just a little messier for him because he really likes women and will not figure it out ever. charlotte hillinghead TO ME also has the exact opposite problem where she is very much in love with her husband and doesn't have any incentive (or freedom considering the time period) to explore her sexuality. the way she accepted hillinghead's feelings for henry, and was less rejecting and more devastated over thinking he didn't love her or polly, just read queer to me somehow. an acceptance because she's like that too, yk? (maybe a bit of a reach but i don't get to choose who my mind designates as being bi)

i like to think that charlotte-karl experience a spider-verse mindmeld "YOU'RE LIKE ME" moment over being bisexual but they're not quite sure why they're feeling that way because they have no idea they're bi. if you are me you will understand perfectly

and i am a henry/alfred/charlotte poly truther as well (please see above discord ranting from my dms with a friend lol)

on more notes of just giving whichever character i want the bisexuality card, hasan is bi to me too. i think hillinghead and her bond a little over that shared religious guilt, of having their respective institutions be homophobic, and the feeling for so much of their life that they're different, so there must be something wrong. it helps her empathise with him and they quickly become closer because of it :) possibly also introducing him to queer lit, and maybe some non fiction lgbt history books

and one last final doodle because i think alfred as the only detective with an active love life where he's pursuing someone would make the others pretend like they can be adults but they want to know SO BAD and they also give advice once in a while because they're rooting for alfred :) they're all pretty good at hiding how badly they're invested in this (think iris 'casually' asking hillinghead how it's going and the other two perk up in the background) like i refuse to believe any of them are totally immune to the equivalent of office-gossip

this was so so long LOL i hope any of that is coherent !!!!! a lot of it ofc is my own projection bc i am bi, but it's real to me <3

#re hillinghead poly..... realistically a V poly with alfred in the middle but if i am allowed to be anymore annoying #literally everyone in the cast is bi to me. so its a triad. PLEASE DONT BURST MY BUBBLE RN LOL #esp the way ashe casually charms charlotte and makes her laugh in like ep 2... BI SWEEP!!!!! THEY ALREADY LIKE EACH OTHER #i do think ofc its easy to read ashe as being gay tho so i understand if some of this is just. not workable #but i will probably die on bi karl hill sorry everyone i know what he is #and also hasan thinks its ironic the moment she manages to get him out of the 3-piece victorian suit #alfred beelines for an outfit that makes him look like a gay history professor on a dark academia pinterest board #ANYWAYS. IF U READ ALL THAT UR A REAL TROOPER THANKS FOR COMING TO MY TED TALK #bodies netflix #my art

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I was never good at goodbye | Gojo Satoru

Description: Everyone celebrated as they watched unlimited hollow purple hit but their celebrations fell on deaf ears. Your gut felt terrible, like your heart just got ripped from your chest; and it did.

Warnings⚠️: Manga spoilers!!, character death, angst, tears, tears, tears

A/N: I’m so in my feels guys. It’s been a month and I’m still in shambles please forgive me 😭 next thing I post I promise it won’t be this depressing. I CANT BELIEVE THIS ANGST IS FR MY FIRST POST

The cheers around you faded into the background as pain ripped through your chest. Burned into your retinas was the sight of him being cut. Your world, your heart, you felt like you were on fire as silence soon replaced the celebration. You didn’t even recognize your own voice when you screamed. It was a horrible sound, like a wounded animal clawing for its taken child. A blood curdling scream that ripped through your entire body, the feeling shredding your throat, metallic taste of blood flooding your tongue.

Then it was quiet again. The gut wrenching pain subsided and was replaced by peace in a serene field. Why were you upset again? What happened? Questions flooded your brain and left as soon as they came. Stress seeped out of you, all it left in its wake was…. Him?

“Toru? How’d you get here?” you questioned suddenly seeing his familiar silhouette. He turned towards you with a sad smile and threw himself into your warm embrace, “what’s wrong?” it was scary seeing him like this. The strongest looking so defeated. The Satoru you knew would never let something get in the way of his overwhelming confidence in himself.

Tears stained your shirt while he desperately clutched you tighter, like if he let go you’d slip from his fingers, dispersing into the wind that would carry you away from him, “I don’t want to leave. This life I’ve built with you, these memories, your scent, I don’t want to forget.” soft words in choked sobs left your lovers lips. Suddenly you felt wet tears flooding your eyes and painting your cheeks, though you couldn’t figure out why you were crying anymore.

“I….. I can’t remember what’s wrong but please don’t cry Toru, I’ll always be here with you. I won’t let you forget.” your hands found themselves tangled in his hair, comfortingly brushing the snow white strands through your fingers. With each pass his breath steadied, and Satoru let himself melt into your loving touch.

“I’m sorry love, I was never good at goodbye. I’m just, so so tired.” he looked up from your chest to cup your face and finally meet your gaze. Delicately, he traced his fingertips across your face trying to commit every little detail to memory.

Slowly, the scenes of his fight started to comeback to you. He pressed his forehead to yours, closing his eyes with a heavy sigh. ‘Ah, this must be it then. He must’ve used everything he had left to make this last moment with me’ you thought. Oddly, it didn’t hurt. Perhaps it was because of this small place he made for you, maybe it was the fact you didn’t want him to feel burdened with the weight of the world anymore, maybe you just wanted his last memory of you to be happy, not just your pained cries for him.

The light breeze and sunshine on your skin was warm, just like him. Everything in this little world you two had created was like him. The earthy scent that filled your nostrils, dandelions that dances in the wind, and the wind that tickled your skin like his touch. Then there was him, you didn’t want to let him go either. You would’ve given anything to stay like this, in each others arms, for the rest of time rather than having to leave. But in your heart of hearts you knew, just like everything, this couldn’t last forever.

You took a deep breath to steady your shaking hands, placing them on either side of his face. He looked so peaceful, just as he always did when he slept by your side, “it’s okay Toru, it’s okay for you to rest now” he smiled, but his eyes stayed closed. White lashes against porcelain skin and his strong embrace engulfing you.

His body felt so heavy, all his strength slipping away in your arms. His lids were too heavy for him to pry open anymore, he knew his time with you was up. With the last breath he had, the last bit of energy he could feel still within him,

He kissed you.

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the tapping of his fathers pacing on the tile is almost enough to drive him mad.

“don’t let your brother’s incessant whining cause you to falter. this is merely a short visit to discuss the matter at hand, and then you’re on your way right back to ba sing se. he will try and whisper doubt in your ear.” the firelord stops to shake a finger at him. “do not listen to him for anything! i will help you in the best of my ability to have this taken care of.”

“i’m not,” iroh snaps impatiently, digging his palms into his eyes. “i’m not listening to him, father. he doesn’t care for lu ten and he doesn’t have to. he has his house and i have mine. empty words have little meaning to me at the moment.”

his father purses his lips. the sting of his stare digs down to the core.

“you say that,” azulon snaps, “but i believe this to be a family affair. its possible lu ten was taken advantage of because he was too busy protecting ozai’s wife and ozai’s children to protect himself. if that’s true, then ozai owes him. i don’t give a damn if he cares about him as his nephew or not. lu ten honored his house, so he shall honor lu ten in return by shutting his trap for once.”

iroh doesn’t have the strength to respond. he’d left ba sing se in a rush after receiving the news, and ordered the shipmen to get him back home on the double. he’s sick, he’s tired, he’s terrified and angry, and he misses his son something awful. the last thing iroh cares about right now is what ozai does or has to say.

there’s a heavy, sad sigh from above him. azulon slowly makes himself comfortable on the sitting cushion next to him, grunting as his bones creak. he sets the knocked over teacup straight again and refills it. the familiar heat and fragrance does nothing to soothe iroh, however.

“there is nothing i can say to make you feel better as of right now,” his old man mutters, sitting the teapot back down with uncharacteristic gentleness, “nor can i say anything sure about ursa or the children. but lu ten, he…. he is a remarkable young man. thick skinned and ornery. lightning generation at only 21, can you believe that? he beat you by a whole year. you must have faith in him.”

“it’s not about having faith in my son, father, of course i have faith in my son. but i have no faith in whoever has- has stolen him from me!” iroh suddenly exclaims, gesturing wildly. azulon flinches as his hands come dangerously close to knocking over the tea again.

your boy flagrantly disrespected you and stayed home to laze around, ozai had hissed, his narrow eyes locked straight up at the throne. both were kneeling before their father’s throne, side by side. i don’t know why you even bother. if he thinks he’s so grown up then he can save his own skin.

iroh didn’t bother to respond. he has nothing to say to his brother even on the best of days. all his life, he’s been nothing but a background character to iroh. always insisting on holing up in his room or office, never joining family dinners or celebration banquets. never one to offer his congratulations, but expects his older brother to offer his. yet, he always liked to think his word was of any significance to iroh. that he was always to be heeded. respect to his elders only means something to his little brother if there’s something to be gained.

flagrant disrespect. lu ten did not disrespect him if iroh never directly asked or ordered anything of him in the first place. he implied it, and lu ten pushed back. it hurt, but it would’ve also been the boys first true venture outside the fire nation. so iroh understood the hesitancy.

iroh would’ve just had lu ten by his side in his war council anyway. he would’ve never seen the battlefield or the city until iroh leveled it. not a spot of green would be spared by his men.

he had envisioned himself shooting a hole right through the flimsy palace wall with his lightning, and his son by his side. winning.

nothing has gone the way you made it out to be, great spirit. i don’t feel very lucky, as of late. the evening sun peaking through the tall windows of the corridor offer his thoughts no response. the general sighs heavily, and continues on his way.

the royal procession had gone through the beach house, along with the rest of the island. not a trace left behind. no sign of a struggle, either.

the procession claims it’s like they vanished out of thin air, sir, jee had whispered.

delicate situations such as this one call for holding the ones you trust most closer than ever. thus, iroh took only his personal guards from ba sing se back with him. jee is a rugged and introverted man, one that iroh knows can keep a secret, so he has been acting as his messenger man and valet for the time being.

another member of his most trusted circle is one of his longest working servants, one that belongs to iroh’s house personally. her name is su, and she is a stout woman around his father’s age. stern and silent, but trustworthy. she was the one that kept a close eye on lu ten from a distance during the periods of time iroh wasn’t around in his youth. she had been the midwife at his birth, she had been the one to pick the wet nurse.

and she had slipped iroh a journal outside of lu ten’s room. leather bound and stained in a deep red, with delicate embroidery of lotus flowers decorating its cover. it looked like something the lady ursa would gift him.

i came across this left behind in lady ursa’s garden, your highness, she had murmured fiercely. i snatched it right up and held it for you upon your return, lest it fall into the wrong hands.

the dark, warm silence of iroh’s own chambers is a small comfort, but the cold leather of the journal in his hands chains him to the cruel reality.

one of the vows iroh made for himself when lu ten came into puberty was that he would never violate his son’s privacy. he’d like to think that his son’s life possibly being in danger is a good enough reason to break it, but it still feels… wrong. especially now that he’s an adult himself.

it’ll be like eating a dollop of wasabi, he tells himself. spicy and painful one moment, then fading tingling the next.

with a sigh, he cracks it open to the back page. a few lines of familiar scrawl.

and the reason i torture myself trying to ignore all these things about him that bother me is because….

he looks away, shame crawling up his back. the candle sitting at the corner of his desk flicker along with his irregular, fear ridden heart.

a dollop of wasabi, he reminds himself. he opens his eyes again with a long breath and looks back down at the journal once more.

…well, that’s the crux of it. i just don’t know how to finish that sentence anymore.

that tells him a whole lot of nothing.

iroh flips the page back again, and is immediately overwhelmed by completely filled pages. then startled, by the sheer amount of times his own name pops up to his searching eyes among walls of scrawled text.

unease curls in his gut, like a dragon slowly rising from a slumber.

the ink doesn’t look too old. and su had said she found it in the lady ursa’s garden. and then jee said the royal procession claimed the fours’ trip to ember island was only to last three days, tops.

and as far as iroh knew, lu ten had been keeping quietly busy after iroh’s departure to ba sing se. lu ten willingly buried himself in paper work, always hunting for things he had the power to make into his business. training with lightning generation was grueling, and took hours, on top of the meditation necessary. and it takes a clear mind to even work with lightning, so…

had he done something recently to upset lu ten, and didn’t realize it? what things about iroh did lu ten torture himself trying to ignore? dramatic wording like that is difficult to overlook.

the general thinks back to how well his son can hide his emotions. lu ten’s court face beats even ozai’s, so it made him a gnarly pai sho opponent, but… he never did the backhanded comments. he can lie, but he’s a man of action before a plotting one. so you’ll never see the storm coming until it hits you directly in the face.

the letters he got back from him in ba sing se were… neutral. unbothered. he hadn’t seemed very troubled at the palace gates during his departure, either. tired and a bit wary, maybe.

but now that he thinks about it, the way lu ten looked at him had been… strange. his eyes had an emotion swirling in them that the general couldn’t read.

he rapidly rolls over the most recent letters in his head, the days right before leaving, trying to think of what he might have done to set lu ten off-

…the tiff they had on the evening before iroh’s departure.

he had forgotten about it completely.

spirits, he’d forgotten about it by the time he stepped foot on the shore. the elation of finally arriving at ba sing se, the first big step toward fulfilling the biggest thing he’s wanted to accomplish his entire life, the ultimate win, decades of planning and dreaming, inspired by agni herself…

he’d been caught up in the heat of the moment.

it didn’t even turn into an actual argument, that’s how small the tiff had been- a few things thrown back and forth during their private dinner, and the rest of it had been spent in awkward silence. iroh had let his hurt get the better of him, and he got testy.

the only thing that spoiled his ongoing luck, his relief of finally being able to go and crush his country’s most stubborn opponent, to make the second biggest win since sozin- was his own son not joining in, or showing any interest.

and that wasn’t even it. the closer iroh and his advisors got to bringing their planning to a conclusion, the more withdrawn lu ten became. whenever iroh brought it up, his son would close like a firelily in the night.

i assumed you were above teenage rebellion, iroh had muttered. i understand you want accomplishments of your own, but-

teenage rebellion? you’re joking, right? why do you always insist on- on patronizing me whenever we don’t agree on something? if you think you’re gonna guilt trip me into changing my mind, you’ve got it all wrong.

the disbelieving, ever so slightly shriller tone lu ten’s voice took on reminded iroh of his mother. she always had the habit of raising her voice a few pitches when she got upset. it reminded iroh of a coyote-eagle, once upon a time. the older lu ten got, the taller and leaner his face and physique became, the more time they spent apart, it’s like a vivid repeat of his mother. he even became a hand talker when iroh hadn’t been looking, just like fuhua.

(are habits hereditary, or had fuhua died after running away, and came back to haunt him?)

it’s probably best to start a bit further back in the journal. it might provide the context this father needs. he flips the pages for a few moments, and stops at random.

i spoke with a gentleman from the earth kingdom today during my observational trip through the colonies closest to the homeland. if you didn’t look close enough, you would’ve thought him to be any old fire nation fisherman, but i know green eyes when i see them.

his wife was a sailor that hails from caldera city. they met across the seas, in a neutral port town. they have two young twins, just barely older than zuko and azula. isn’t that something?

now, that is something iroh never bothered doing when he was a young man- it’s only now that his joints won’t let him run around chasing skirts anymore that he’s become a people person. but he’s proud of his boy for taking that initiative and having such a sense of responsibility, to go and mingle with the common man. an empathetic ruler that’s popular with his people will have the surest and furthest reaching authority, after all. iroh couldn’t name a single councilman off the top of his head that would be willing to even breathe the same air as a commoner, much less a colonial mutt.

however… this isn’t a colonial. he’s too keen on the idea of his family members’ abductors being petty, revenge seeking crooks from the earth kingdom to be okay with the idea of his son even conversing with one. for all they claim to be true and steadfast, them sneaking in and attacking an unarmed woman and her young children in their beach house just to get back at iroh is all too realistic of an idea.

but lu ten wasn’t unarmed. lu ten is one of the strongest men in the fire nation, and iroh isn’t even being biased about that. it takes prodigy to conjure lightning, and mastery to control it. and lu ten was very protective of ursa and the children- almost too protective. back in the day, during celebration parties at the palace, lu ten would damn near prowl around a pregnant ursa to fend off the careless crowd, lest they bump into her and jostle her. and he’d only been just a young teenager himself, so it was like watching a polar bear puppy that thought itself a snarly guard dog.

then a few years ago, there had been an incident where lu ten claimed zuko’s instructors were smacking him around. he’d grabbed both of the men by the collar and dragged them both viciously through the palace and right out the door- only after the sharpest scolding iroh’s ever heard since his mother was still alive. he’d never seen his son so angry. he’d chuckled at the way those old instructors had babbled apologies and fell to lu ten’s feet, while patting ursa’s back gently as she floundered.

no, it’s doubtful that an old fisherman had anything to do with it. earth kingdom or not. this is just something he needs to talk to his son about once he’s found. it would take a group of very strong benders to take lu ten down, at the very least.

he was wisecracking and friendly. we talked about his business, the officials that take care of the town and the surrounding environment, how he met his wife. he even shared his lunch during our time together- grilled fish, fragrant with sumac and citrus, and a chilled earth kingdom style mint tea. it was refreshing and unique, and i want to do it again. you’d think the fire nation would pick up these little things as it expands, but it just drowns it all out. i’m not sure if that’s a good thing. what made the food good was its earth kingdom style and seasoning, after all. what made the man interesting was his earth kingdom raised manner.

…what made lu ten think it was a good idea to write such things in a journal, and then be so careless to just forget it in ursa’s garden? he’ll have to thank su for her keen eye. if someone lacking critical thinking happened to pick this up and turn it in to his father, he’d have to deal with his son having allegations of sedition on top of everything else.

iroh, personally, is more than happy to let all traces of chilled tea get drowned out. it’s a frequent and light hearted debate between a father and son, the do’s and don’ts of tea. iroh is a stickler for tradition and enjoying the natural flavors. the fire nation boasted only the most fragrant flowers to enhance only the most delicate flavors of only the finest tea blends, after all.

his son claimed it all tasted like dinky dirt water, and stubbornly stuck with his cold hibiscus teas with herbs, and his heavily spiced and creamed saffron teas. it had been a big joke back then, but now… not so much.

a whole lifetime of a father making his son tea, sharing one of his passions. conversations over tea, tea for soothing a sore throat after screaming matches with councilmen, tea to wash down sea water accidentally swallowed at the beach. traditional methods, ceremonies, porcelain pots precious enough to buy a whole town- but it’s dirt water. yet an old fisherman from their greatest enemy shares ice water with a few mint leaves in a tin cup, and its unique.

and he wants to do it again.

the personal betrayal somehow hurts more than the blatant treachery written out plainly on the paper.

to be honest, i think that it’s a great shame that a good man like that has to be careful on his own property-property he paid for with his own money and built with his own hands- due to being from the earth kingdom, even if he has a strong marriage to a fire nation citizen. i thought about it for a long time, and realized that even if he wasn’t loyal to the crown, i didn’t mind. i don’t get angry at the idea, and i don’t think i ever have. i didn’t even think about it until i left. he made good company, offered to share his food with me, and introduced me to his beautiful children as if i was his new neighbor. i think community like that is something the fire nation needs. especially the nobility, who you’d think all have iron sticks shoved up their asses.

interactions like that are the most important ones to me, because they challenge me the most. i hate to cheapen that by thinking i just enjoy being challenged to spite my traditions and elders, or to be contrarian. that’s what coming of age means to me- looking inward, and asking the big questions.

…this can’t be why lu ten has been so distant lately.

the general slowly shuts the journal in dull horror. how long has this sickness had time to fester his son’s soul?

he swallows hard, and gingerly slides the journal in the folds of his robes. under no circumstance can anyone get their hands on it.

and later, when his gut quits churning and the candles around him quit threatening to set his room on fire, he’ll read this whole journal, front to back. brand every sentence, every symbol into his eyes. then he’s gonna burn it, bring his son home, and ask him what the hell he’s thinking.

the next morning, after letting the foul scent of burnt leather fade from his chambers, iroh finds jee.

“what can i do you for, your highness?”

“i need you to bring me the finest bounty hunter money can buy,” iroh murmurs. there’s a madness in his eyes and in his grip now that he’s had time to ponder the contents of his son’s journal, and what they entail. “and no matter what, it stays between us. i do not care what measures you must take to keep it that way.”

jee swallows hard and salutes with purpose. the poor man must be able to his see stress all over his face, but he’s barely containing himself the way it is.

this was no kidnapping. the blasted earth kingdom has everything to do with it, naturally, but it was no kidnapping.

jee returns to him that evening, followed by a lovely young woman, head to toe in black leather. her gait oozes confidence, and her narrow eyes scream danger.

this is definitely not the kind of finest iroh meant by finest bounty hunter money can buy, but he’ll take it.

“…i’ve, uh. fulfilled your request, your highness,” jee says. he looks flustered, and is clearly refusing to even glance at the woman.

“with a few breaks in between, i’m guessing. your collar is uneven, soldier,” iroh deadpans. he’d call it a shame if he wasn’t curbing an episode at the moment.

jee makes a faint noise of distress and fumbles with his uniform, blushing a deep red. iroh realizes that was the wrong thing to say at how the fair lady scowls at the crude jab.

she shoves past jee with an aggressive shoulder clip and crosses her arms before the general.

“i was promised a shitload of coin in exchange for some missing royals,” she says, voice clipped. “i don’t like to work with your kind, but good money is good money. and i can promise better and quicker results than any phony bounty hunter in the world- my companion is a shirshu. she can sniff out a rat from a whole continent away.”

a shirshu, eh? it would seem my luck has made its return after long last.

“impressive,” iroh praises truthfully. he’s a weak man for crass and foul-mouthed women. “i’d like to take a look at this beast, and then we can discuss the details and prices. i also hope you’re alright with keeping this transaction under wraps, my dear.”

she sneers. “you can call me june. and i’d highly suggest keeping a few steps away from my nyla, for your own good.”

jee clears his throat. “i’d listen to that one, sir. her creature is something else.”

iroh hums pleasantly, and keeps a few paces behind june as they go. a strange calm has washed over him now that the universe finally makes sense to him again; he has a few more people he’d like to question, and he’ll be all set. then sooner, if he’s lucky, rather than later, his sister-in-law, his nephew, and his niece will all be found and returned home, safe and sound. his son will be in his arms, whole and unharmed. ba sing se will simply have to wait.

and if they’re lucky, the dragon of the west won’t have thought up a better solution to finally grinding their sorry ashes into their own dirt by the time he gets back. but regardless, he will win.

#somehow this did not leave off on a redemption-esque note. My bad #I PROMISE IM GONNA ABIDE BY THE POLL RESULTS OKAY #this part can honestly be called Irohs Cognitive Dissonance: The Thrilling Saga #also im sorry about the lack of focus on irohs relationship with zuko and azula.#i know it tracks in canon (azulas doll gift) but im still. Kinda unsure.#im honestly better at just writing irohs dialogue vs his thoughts #and this being him before he starts changing makes it even WORSE #so i hope. i did him some justice. Awks #also i hope you guys liked the implication of june and jee making out sloppy style.#even if iroh kinda ruined it.#idk where that even came from it just happened #i hope u guys are seeing all the azula-iroh parallels about Winning and Luck. thats all intentional #runaway fire fam au #alicias writing stuff

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𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘨𝘪𝘯 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘳… DABI X READER

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in the night when she comes crawling...

character: Dabi/Touya Todoroki x Reader, Keigo Takami/Hawks X Reader, Tamaki Amajiki X Reader

notes: okay at LAST! in this fic it will be heavily inspired by HBO Idol and Y/N will be heavily based off my favourite character Jocelyn played by my fave person Lily Rose Depp if you actually like Dabi please dont read this fic, hes literally so horrible in this fic. Todomomo my favourite ship in MHA will be a thing in this so if you dont like Shoto and Momo being together please dont read anyways hope you enjoy <33

series summary: Y/N Y/L/N a struggling pop star is trying to pursue her music career, trying to cope with the death of father who played a huge role in her music career. What happens when she encounters Dabi who saves her from the void of being lost and helps her pursue her career in a way that is not expected.

chapter warning: dark content, 18+, smut, child abuse, Y/Ns dad was very abusive, major character death, Y/N has major daddy issues, toxic music industry, manipulation, slut shaming, reader does weed , mentions of sex addicts, mentions of suicide, Dabi is really toxic, Y/N is high key traumatised.

wordcount: 7k+

in the night by The Weekend

From the moment Y/N was born, she was destined to be, a singer.

To sing about her passion for buying stuff she felt comfortable yet stylish in. Things she could brag about having. Cocoa scented lotion, her long baths with her favourite music playing in the background, singing her lungs out. COCO Chanel perfumes, Gucci bags. Her favourite makeup products, skincare products. Specifically the Fenty Beauty Choclit Lipgloss a lipgloss created by a massive pop artist Rihanna, yet another reason why she wanted to be a successful singer. To sell out.

Considering her dad the head CEO of L/N Theatre Production. She had the freedom to produce songs about herself. To write songs about her deep obsession with creme filled doughnuts, how she always used to buy them after her private school sessions at home with her best friend Momo Yaoyorozu.

Momo Yaoyurozu, an uprising model

Momo and Y/N grew up together like two peas in a pod, their fathers were the best of friends. They would paint their nails together, have their own spa days and watch their favourite "mean girls" and ''white chicks'' eating sneak snacks whilst watching on Momo`s silver Macbook Air.

They would often go to Karaoke singing at the top of their lungs to their favourite artists, The Weekend, Ariana grande, and Y/Ns personal favourite Rihanna.

Momo was a pretty satisfied girl she grew up loved by her mother and her step father, a successful club owner. Momo was a gorgeous girl, from her bright smile to her twinkling eyes, It was a no-brainer guys would move to Momo, wanting to date her. She was also an only child, but considering she had Y/N right next door to her, they grew up super close.

People often viewed them as clueless bimbos, who were to stuck upon themselves to consider anyone else's feelings, that their lives were perfect, rich daddies, spoiled to the core, new boyfriend every week and their only worries in life was what colour they should get their acrylics next.

but that was complete and utter bullshit. They don't know about all the times Y/N would call her bawling her eyes out because of her fathers harsh punishments, they don`t know about how many times Momo would cry on Y/Ns lap about stupid boys, taking advantage of her heart.

They don't know about the deep dark secrets the duo trust each other with.

"he`s been starin` at us all night, ya know."

Momo sits next to Y/N on the leather couch at the the back of the club, the air was hazy with thick smoke, heavy enough to dilute the already dim purple-red lights, weed and sweat stings their noses. They have been there for over an hour, feeling drunk and and tired after they both let loose all night at Momos dads club. Y/N made sure to look hotter than hot tonight, enough to make a man nut in his pants. She had teared down her closet and pulled a short, backless mini red dress, it made her look taller and showed off the curve of her spine towards her ass.

She loved this dress.

how the elegant red fabric looked against her skin, not to mention the hem of the dress barely covering her ass. If she was to bend over right now everyone would get a good view of her ass. This dress made the men she hooked up with go crazy, they have torn it off many times combined with her high heels and fresh mani and pedi. the perfume smell of Vivienne Westwood adorning the back of her wrists and back of her knees.

"Sorry girls" Kirishima another one of her friends spoke over the phone "We're gonna not gonna be a little late., rehearsals took forever now we're stuck in traffic." Momo sighed, And she could sense the frustrations behind the phone. "You could have left early?" The Y/H/C haired girl said.

"Don't worry though, mamas traffics speeding up a little." He reassures. and Y/N fixes her hair, before saying "Well, we saved seats and drinks for you guys."

"You better have!" Bakugo hollers in the background, Y/N and Momo exchanged looks before giggling to eachother at Bakugous aggressive demeanour,

"SERIOUSLY!" Bakugo yells again and Kirishima chuckles a 'see you later' before ending the call.

Y/N giggles again before her glide up and down Momos form in her clothes "You look so cute tonight, I'm surprised no one has even taken you home yet" Momo giggles before taking her hand "Y`know I think that guy would say the same thing," at the corner of her eyes she could spot a bi colour haired man with a red scar across his eye where the red part of his hair was, sipping his cocktail sat on the bar counter as his stare lingers on the two girls.

"Lets say hi," she purrs and Momo giggles excitedly, his stare gets even more intense and lustful as the aspiring singer and uprising model make their way to him. They stop infront of them before Y/N seductively asks "Is this seat taken?' you ask breathlessly, sexy tone. "Not at all, been waiting` all night". the bi coloured haired man says his voice raspy as he stares at Y/N, "I mean you've been goggling at us all night." she laughs taking a seat next to him and Momo sits on the other side.

He laughs flashing his pearly whites "Well it's not every day you see a singer and a model together." the duo laughs as he thrusts his hand to them "I'm Shoto." he says in a deep raspy voice that could make any womens panty drop. "I just got done practicing basketball."

"You play?" Momo asks and Shoto smiles at her "I play as a hobby sometimes." Momo blushes before biting her lip and Y/N mentally rolled her eyes as she knew her best friend always had a thing for basketball players.

Just then Shoto takes a hit off his blunt, he sees the Y/H/C haired girl watching him and his chocolate coloured eyes slowly turned to her, and his eyes lingered at her form, before looking up to her lustful eyes he says "you want a hit?" he asks.

"You smoke?" she sheepishly replies "For relaxation." Shoto passes her a blunt and she takes a small hit, she feels the effect already inflicting upon her body. He licked his lips as he watches her glossed lips part as the smoke comes out after exhaling the substance.

Y/N L/N huh? He heard a couple songs she produced, 'not bad' he thought, He just wondered why she was here? did she not have things to do after all she was a singer. Y/N felt his eyes on her, her lashes slowly fluttering as she felt the effect of the weed upon her body. Hey Y/E/C hughes turned to his glinting brown eyes that shone upon the red lights of the club. "what?" she asks looking up at him with doe eyes, she looked so innocent and pure by the way she had looked at him, he just smirked at her "nothin."

An hour later and she felt as light as a feather her and Momo joined Shoto on the dancefloor, everything feels fuzzy and the world was spinning everything feels beautiful and sexy especially as Y/N and Momo dance to 'Smart' by Le Sserafim.

She laughs when Shoto puts his arms up in the crowd of grinding bodies and gets behind Momo and her, and Momo giggles when Y/N grabs her waist. Their hips flushing against each other. Y/N fumbles to grab her phone out her Gucci purse and taps her code and going onto the camera app, she raises her phone "SMILE!' she exclaims and clicks the picture button as shoto grabs both their waists and Momo puts a 'peace' sign up.

Her phone suddenly vibrates "Hold up! I'm getting a call." she laughs "I'll be right back." she gave Shoto a wink to which he returns a smirk, she stumbles off the dance floor pulling her dress to cover her ass and she went to the nearest ladies room as she sees who it was.

'Melissa ` -her manager.

"Fuck," she muttered under her breath, this wasn't the right time to attend business.` she thought as she tapped the accept button "Hey! Melissa, what's up?" she asked politely forcing a smile as she spoke. That week Y/N had sent a song demo of her new song for her upcoming album.

"Hey so I heard the song..." her manager said trying to retreat the name of the song.

"What did you think of it!" Y/N interrupted enthusiastically as she was excited to hear the feedback her manager was going to give about her song coming up on her album after going on hiatus after a year. "Yeah... uhh I gave it a listen and Y/N, uhh I don't think this is gonna` be a good cut on the album."

Y/N`s smile instantly turned into a frown, the song meant a lot for her, it was inspired by what she went through.

"that's what artists do though, they write song about their past," she said trying to compromise with her manager, her eyebrows furrowing as she felt the bass of the music in the ladies bathroom. This was one of the things that she hated about the industry, they couldn`t care less about your emotions, you could be kill yourself and they would spit on her grave if it benefited them. 'They were fucking selfless'. she thought.

"Y/N, I just don't think that this is the best song for you to be coming out with at the moment I mean we get it, and I'm trying not to hold back but you went through some dark shit, but its just that you have written to many things about your heartbreaks. It seems like all your song are about heartbreak and trauma and we need something positive to come out something that's not gonna bore the fans." Y/N just stood there her glossy mouth agape, how could her team be so selfish. 'bore the fans?' They saw everything that went down over the past years. They knew her mental state was not in the best position right now after her dads death, the pressure of having to carry on was too much for her to carry her music career on with, she took a year break off hiatus but it seemed that it was not enough for her, not only that but the trauma of her father devious acts, was catching up to her now that he wasn`t alive.

"...oh" she responded, "um I don't know what to say, I mean I spent weeks writing that song to make sure it was perfect." she pursed her lips together. "We know that its hectic in your life right now, but you're gonna have to pull through and compromise. I mean you already went on hiatus for a year now, we can't let the fans down so can you just try your best to make good songs." She took a deep breath as she held back tears of humiliation. She knew the best thing to do was to stay quiet.

Y/N sighed in surrender and nodded to herself over the phone. ''okay, I'll pull through.'' she said and looked at her state in the mirror.

''I gonna pull through.''

'Mad Love' was a song inspired by her ex lover.

She still made songs about her ex boyfriend and her experiences with him, more specifically her childhood sweetheart Tamaki Amajiki. they were only 16 when they got together. He was the only man who could look right through her. They both found each other in the darkness of a void caused by their family. Tamaki was highly sensitive. He is prone to overthinking and analysing every possible outcome while Y/N, valued reliability and dependability with Tamaki and for him to provide a sense of stability and security she craved so deeply.

unfortunately for her the planet Venus was destroyed by someone of the name Y/D/N L/N.

They tried to keep their relationship a secret, she knew her dad would go nuts if he found out that she was sneaking kisses with one of his associates son.

"May i sit?"

That deep yet soft beautiful voice.

She thought, as 16 year old Y/N quickly shot up her head from the book she was reading to look at Tamaki standing gracefully in front of her, her heart raced at the blue hair coloured boy, The Amajiki family were staying at her house for a while now, her Father and his were associates, she nodded in approval. 'He was such a gentleman'

The two remained silent as they sat next to eachother, their feet were dipped in the pool while Tamaki stared at her with gentle eyes, Y/N snuck a few peaks, as her heart raced trying to keep up with her book but the fact that he was staring at her made it hard for to keep her squeal in. His eyes trailed to her lips then back to her innocent yet seductive eyes then back to her face. subtle touches on her waist, her arms. His handsome face staring at hers, as their family continued staying at their house.

"So, do you want to know what happens in the book?" Y/N looks at him trying to start conversation despite him quite literally staring at her soul, she didnt mind it though. She thought he was quite handsome. ''Sure!'' he spoke

She sighed dreamily, as she places the book face down at the side of the pool. "the main character has a background i can relate to." His brows furrowed, pondered on her words.

"Her name is Rebecca, she lives in a 5 story mansion, her mother died when she was an infant. She has a lot of feelings, she overthinks a lot, her dad inspires her to become a ballet dancer, im at the part where she realises her feeling to her childhood best friend, Felix." She stopped herself when they both look at each other.

his dark seductive eyes peering right through her soul, all she could hear was the faint breaths she took in as her blood rushed through her ears at how close he was to her, lips barely inches away from each others. Her breath hitched in her throat and he moved closer towards her, their lips pressed againt each other as they faintly kissed they both pulled away their heads still close to each others as she looked at his lips again before glancing up to his dark blue eyes.

"Hey! Tamaki, there you are." a sweet feminine voice called, they both quickly pulled away as you remise the voice being his mothers.

"Oh my, am i interupting something.'' she gasps once she realised the tension she broke. Tamaki now flushed red. ''No, mom she was just telling me about her book.''

''Whatever,'' She rolled his eyes at him ''Im sorry to ruin your little moment but Tamaki, your father needs you, ill give him back to ya' Y/N.''

With that Tamaki headed out, he stepped feet out of the pool before trailing after his mother. ''Hey, tell me about your book later, yeah?'' She smiled shyly before nodding.

Weeks went by as the Amajiki family stayed at the Y/L/N residence, the two had gotten closer, exchanging kisses secretly, Tamaki sneaking into her room just to cuddle her and feel her warm body close to him.

Of course Y/N had to tell her best friend Momo to which she just laughed and teased her about it. They often snuck out the house after 10 just to lay down against the grass and gaze at the stars whilst laughing about stupid child-ish stuff.

it was only one night that changed everything.

She could barely sleep that night

the mattress was soft, the pillows were even softer easing her neck into a blissfull sleep, she could not get Tamaki out of her mind, every time she closed her eyes she could picture his bright smile and his dark blue eyes peircing at hers

Was this how love sickness felt, the heavy burden on her heart corrupting her mind.

Slipping her feet out of the bed padding down the hallways gently, she, deciding she would just get herself a glass of water. She thought about what it would be like if her and Amajiki had gotten together, for real. instead of having to hide their relationship, if her father would just approve of him and her, but she knew he wouldn`t she had to keep herself pure before her husband. How he would grab her by the waist pull her close, and kiss her gently on the lips, she was madly in love with him and she wanted nothing but to just be in his room, in his strong arms. But she knew he would be dosed off by now and he would be too tired to cuddle her.

Once she finished drinking her glass of water she put her glass in the white tile sink and made her way back upstairs.

''Please! Please! Please dont hurt us."

Her ears pricked at the voice, The house maid, Rose always made sure to turn off the TV after everyone left to go to bed. Or maybe it was her sketchy neighbours, they always have a tendency of being nonchalant and cold. After they only gave a blank expression and not even saying thank you after she cooked a special made pot pie to welcome them, moving into the neighbourhood. Mostly full of judgy old rich people.

They`re probably involved in some sort of cult or something, her gut on the other hand was telling her to turn back. Sketchy motherfuckers. As she went to turn her heel upstairs she heard it again.

"Please! *choke* Have mercy!''

She sighed and went outside to the gardens where the poolside area was. Her mind went white when she saw the scene unfolding infront of her, her father standing. Along with his right hand man Mr Aizawa who had bloody knuckles Mr and Mrs Amajiki clapsed in front of the floor by her dads foot. And there she saw Tamaki tied up seperatly from his parents on the wooden chair. Her breath hitched when she saw him.

His face was all bloody, his right eye was purple, and his eyebrows furrowed revealing lines on his forehead as a sign of distress and discomfort. his hand and legs were tied up to the wooden kitchen chair as his shirt was covered in blood and sweat as it was slightly ripped revealing his bloodied abdomen, it made her feel queasy and sick to the core.

She should go and help, she should protect him. But her feet stayed glued onto the floor as she watched the scene unfold before her eyes. ''Stand back, Shota." Y/D/N commands, as he makes his way to bloodied Tamaki ''Look at me.'' He commanded again and Tamaki slightly squinted his eyes at him.

She watched in horror. ''P-please! i didnt mean to mess with your daughter. I`ll do better i p-promise!'' She watched in horror as her father pulled out a gun from his waistband and pointed the barrel at his head.

Her breathing got frantic, Why cant i move? Why cant i help him?!

Tamaki began begging even more frantically as Y/D/N wrapped his finger around the trigger before pulling it back

BANG

The bullet went though his head almost killing him immediantly, his body dropping almost instantly.

she let out a sudden whimper as Shota was the first one to look at her, eyes wide frantic breathing and her body shaking. followed by Mr and Mrs Amajiki frantic screaming through their gagged mouthes.

It was as if her terrified look snapped Mr Y/L/N out of his murderous gaze, he began slowly turning to his daughter making him push the gun toward Shota muttering curses under his breath "Y/N-''

''D-Dad, What did you do???'' she said in a raspy whisper as it seemed like she couldnt speak properly after watching what happened. Dad wouldnt kill me, would he?

She didnt realise her body trembling as he walked closer to her or how heavy her breaths were.

''I-Im sorry, i was with Tamaki, i-its all my fault. i- im so sorry-'' tears fell out of her eyes as he walked closer to her ''i don`t want to die, ill keep it a secret.'' He stood before her blocking the gorey view, as his large hands cradled her wet face, fingers wiping away the tears. As he pulled her to his chest. Enveloping her into a tight hug while she broke down into her fathers arms, sobs shaking her entire body. Her body raked with sobs as he she held onto him, tears wetting his shirt.

Each cry from Y/N was like a stab to his chest twisting the blade into his chest as the only thing he could do was hold his daughter in his arms after she watched him to the unthinkable to her lover. He had to. She knew she couldnt do this, she had to understand the consequences.

Eventually her sobs turned into quiet whimpers. Y/D/N didnt stop cradling her, rocking her back and forth until she stopped crying, only sniffing back tears and snot. He pulled out tissues from his pockets and started wiping the tears and snot from her face. His heart shattering at how traumatised she looked all the light from her eyes had dissapeared leaving her with gaping abyss.

He carefully picked her up into bridal style and carries her up to her room and placed her into bed covering her with the blanket, to which she instantly fell into a deep slumber after witnessing all that. He kissed her forehead before heading out the room and he turned his head to give her one last glance before exiting the room.

Y/N was an only child, her mother passed away after giving birth to her. Living with her billionaire father, in some peoples eyes would have been a blessing, but to her it was a living hell.

Ever since her father died, her confusion of whether she should be happy that he could no longer hurt her, hit her with his belt, no more skin ripping because of the harshness of his belt on her back, her thighs. No more bruises on her stomach or her waist, no more swelling on her chest. the torturous acts her father conflicted upon her stopped when he died. Or whether she should be upset, he was the same man who made her a star she is today, the motivation he gave her whenever she did something she and would recieve a bitter punishment, maybe it was worth it? How else would she have made it to the top.

However the memories of him. She was constantly beaten by her Dad ,she remembers him typically using his belt, but he would have used his bare hands anything to get her hurt, anything to make her learn. the look in his eye whenever she did something he didn't like, whenever she got her line wrong, a dance move wrong, if she ate snacks, if she didn't take her vitamins, if she was caught flirting with a boy he didn't approve of.

if she was caught smiling to herself.

She would constantly have the same dream, she would have woken up and went to the bathroom brush her teeth and got dressed In white corset croptop that had laces on the side with a denim short skirt, minimal makeup on and spritzing her favourite COCO Chanel perfume, then she would have greeted her mother by kissing her cheeks, by the dining table, even if her mother wasn't alive she still dreamt of her being alive in her dreams.

She would strut outside of her house to see her best friend Momo Yaoyurozu then she could see her dad reach for her. Her dad reaching his hand out for her by the door, Momo`s mouth agape and eyebrows furrowed with concern from the distance, and she watches her best friend slowly reaching her hand to her culprit. Momo`s hand out to attempt to grab her by the hand and pull her away, despite being a distance away, It's almost like a siren call, him holding his hand out for her despite someone screaming for her to stop and reject him.

That's when she's on the kitchen floor as she screams in agony by her fathers belt penetrating her fragile Y/S/C skin as she kicks and claws at him to stop.

until she wakes up screaming, sweat soaked all over her pink silk sheets, she would have the same dream of being violently beaten by her father.

The next few hours were equally horrible, she quietly sobbed into her pillows praying to her mother for why she had left him in the same world as that monster, why she couldn't have stayed with her, maybe things would have been different if her mother was alive. No mater how many times she prayed, she could never escape him in this world, he had corrupted every dream she had and turned them into nightmares.

Y/N blinked back the tears of the memories, now here she was a year later, after escaping the grasps of her fathers possesion. Her memory of him still lived even a year later, a tear fell from her Y/E/C eyes as she wipes it away quickly, ''shit'' she mutters once she realised that she ruined her concealer and mascara underneath her eyes.

She rummages through her Gucci purse grabbing her two faced pressed powder that had pink with sequences on the side powder puff as she begins to press the powder puff against the pressed powder and gently pushing the powder against underneath her eyes as the makeup that had been ruined due to her smudging it away with her wrist trying to remove her tears.

With a deep sigh she put the product away as she looked at her teary state in the mirror before smiling to herself and fixing her hair, as a way of reassurance, and a way to somewhat comfort herself.

She then turns her heel, pushing the door of the ladies bathroom and her YSL high heels making faint taps against the hard floor of the club, she then sees Momo still dancing with Shoto. her manicured nails around his broad shoulder as they both slow danced as she sees the atmosphere of the dance floor, going from hectic and people dancing like they were in heat, to them now dancing like it was a high school prom or some shit, thats when the DJ began to speak in the mic.

''How ya`ll doing tonight!" He spoke, Y/N just stood slowly moving her hips to the beat of the slow yet sensual music, surrounded by people holding onto each other slow dancing, she took a slight glance at her best friend to which the raven haired girl shot her a glance before mouthing 'he`s so hot' to which she just laughed. She had noticed Momo had taken a liking to this man.

''Ya`ll ready to fall in loove?'' The DJ exclaimed,

''this is a place where all your shitty problems in your life, fly out that window'' to which he then pointed to a small square shaped window countered at the top of the building where the ceiling was.

''Yall ready to FUCK?''

He yelled into the mic as everyone cheered as Y/N just giggled at as she looked at the DJ taking in his appearance. He looked like he was in his mid 20s, average height, he had long blonde hair that swooped backwards along with a pair of golden brown eyes that resembled that of a bird, along with some stubble underneath his chin.

''Fuck all that! this is a place where you fellas can grab ya' ladies and just dance, ay you know what!'' He shouts. ''Everyone shots on me!'' to which then the crowd went crazy, as they cheered him on.

Keigos eyes squinted before him, he instantly noticed those dashing Y/E/C eyes, that seductive, feminine energy she carried, those hips of hers whenever she danced, the way her ass looked in that tight red mini dress, the way she danced especially when she performed on stage, those high notes she could hit whenever she sang, he wondered what else that throat could do.

Suddenly his sharp golden sunset coloured eyes moved straight to hers, and then he squinted. "Yo, is that- no way! is that THE Y/N L/N at this club right now?" he spoke into the mic as her cheeks flushed red and she looked at the ground as the crowd starting cheering, as she grabbed at Momo cheeks flushed with embrassment, she just grabbed her arms laughing along with her as Y/N laughed as she looked up at him and he smiled at her amused.

''i have to say, you look so beautifull and absolutley stunning i gotta ask for a dance''.

''Your such an icon so i- i gotta have a dance.''

Y/N just giggled at his charming antics, he made her feel flattered and already cheered her up, as he was literally flirting with her through a mic at a club.

''Yo! bring that back, bring the music back up.'' He says as he makes his leave and starts making his way to her as Y/N just giggled and turned to Momo and Shoto.

''No way he is actually coming over here right?''

''I`on know pretty girl, looks like he`s taken a liking to you." Shoto remarks, his hands still on Momos waist as his chin places over his shoulder. ''Yeah he seems into you.'' Momo says, before she could say anything else, she felt the presence of someone behind her, she slowly looked over her shoulder as she saw the DJ who flirted with her, up close.

Damn he looks so handsome

He had feather ash blond hair that was swept messily backwards, his eyebrows are notably thick having a similar texture to his hair, he had faint stubble on his chin, he was wearing a plain black t-shirt paired with a denim blue jacked and matching denim blue jeans, He smells like mints and aftershave. Her thighs instantly clenched when she took in the sight of him.

''Hi,'' she giggled under her breath, she had never had met someone as much confident as him, her encounter with him made her feel a sense with unfamiliarity but in a good way, she made eye contact with him, his golden eyes glistened, as the red lights around the nightclub. His eyes took over her form, his eyes lingering at her cleavage, his eyes remained upon her thighs, before making contact with the bit off her chest showing. Then his gaze finally made contact with her eyes. He smirked. ''Hey''

Keigo put his arms around her waist, as they swayed to the beat of the song ''Back For More'' by TXT featuring Anitta.

Feeling him up on her made her feel queasy and wanted more, he then spinned her over making her back press against his clothed groin. and his big hands grasped over her hip. Y/N gasped at the feeling as she subtly asked. ''Man can you dance'' she giggled as they both moved to the beat, her ass grinding against his groin as the both danced with each other. his arms raising as the song continued, as she continued to dance with him. Tensions filled the air as they made eye contact with each other.

"Whats your name?''

He smirked ''Keigo, my friends call me Hawks though." he replied. Keigo loved the feeling of her soft Y/S/C coloured skin making contact with his large scruffy hand. ''Ohh, pretty name.'' she giggles as she looked behind her shoulder smiling, to see Keigo still smirking at her. ''Why Hawks though?'' she laughed as the thought of anyone calling him Hawks pondered her thoughts.

"Pfft, i dont even know just a stupid nickname my friends call me.'' She continued moving her hips to the beat of the song, she suddenly then turned to him, her doe Y/E/C eyes made eye contact with Keigos hard, sharp golden eyes. ''Am i your friend, Keigo?'' she coos at him innocently. She wanted him, real bad. she wanted him to look at her with those deep golden sharp eyes as he fucks her into oblivion.

One thing about Y/N is that she was a sex addict. Whilst many had drugs, alcohol, ciggaretes One thing she could get from any man was dick.

She wanted those rough scruffy hand to wrap around her throat as his hips buck against her cervix as he fucks her rough yet sensually. it was almost like he could see right through those pleading bedroom eyes that any man could have mistaken for a simple innocent question.

His lips then curl into a lustfull smile ''Oh we`re gonna be more than just friends.''

And thats all it took for Keigo and Y/N to exit the club and catch an uber to get to Keigo`s penthouse, heavy pants, clothes off, entangled within each others bodies.

''Harder!'' she urged. ''Har- OH'' her cunt spasmed around Keigos dick, as he fucked into her.

Keigo held her legs, having them wrapped around him as he fucked into her. He let out a grunt as his hips slapped against her, as he fucked her. He moved his hand on either side of the matress, and angled his hips up and down slamming against her. A squeal came out of her mouth at the pleasurable feeling. The golden brown eyed man let out a breath but a soft laugh himself as he moved to put his forehead against hers. She stared up at him moving her hips to take him and match his sensual thrusts, Y/N let out a whine as she wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders

''Fuck, you feel so good.'' He groaned against her lips. She giggled as she stared up at him ''Its cause your fucking me so good Hawks'' He groaned at that name, as she felt one of his large hands move down to the side of her body before gripping her ass tightly. She felt a slap to her ass before gasping and meeting him back up for a kiss.

"Yo! Hawks where, d`ya put my-''

Y/N and Keigo both look at the door before she gasped, who the fuck?

Standing there a reasonably, tall pale young man of slim shape but somewhat muscular shape. He has several silver cartilige peircings in both ears and a triple nostril peircing on the side of his nose, hes wearing a dark blue jacket, with a high ripped collar matching pants cut off above his ankles. He also has a pair of dark dress shoes on his feet. He has a plain pale gray scoop-neck shirt, with a grey belt circular patterns around his belt satchel attached at the back.

He smirks before looking at him then as her. "Oops, my bad." He states before slamming the door shut.

Keigo shudders at the random interruption by his house mate, her face grows as she blushes with embarasment.

Then she arches her back. ''Fuck Keigo'' she whines tossing her head back, while he fucks her. When he cums an animalistic grunt escapes his mouth and he grips her hips so hard that they start to form a bruise, he tosses his blonde hair back, she gasps as he fills her up with his cum feeling warmth inside. He looks down at her with an increased level of stamina and lust ''Im not done with you yet.'' he growls.

He fucks her in every position in the book, he fucks her on the side, his big body spooning her figure as his throbbing cock drills inside of her, it was easier to kiss him. And to rub her clit. And in every position, They make each other cum, he seems to know how to trigger her orgasm to cum and cum again, he makes her sweat out her hair and makeup, making her look like a sexy greek goddess to him as she takes his cock like its her job.

And by the time he finally finished, hours spent and her body aches, wet with sweat and cum, her pussy twitches and cum is dripping down her thighs through the crack of her ass. Keigo lies down next to her and snuggles her to his chest ''Man you took me like a fucking champ.''

She only mewls in response but wraps her arms around him and snuggles into his chest.

And then they sleep, satistfied.

In the morning, Keigo streches his body, the way the sun peers in through the sheer curtain keeps Y/N in a slight between sleep and congnitive function, eyes blurry and hazy as he slowly gets up from his side of the bed groaning softly.

Y/N`s hair was all messy, she was completely naked under the white comforters, it felt sort of comforting she saw articles on how it was good to sleep naked. But she just thought it was weird, maybe it was Keigos comforters that made have a change in mind about sleeping naked, Perhaps. Her make up smeared all over the pillows, ''fuck'' she muttered. Sleeping with makeup was a big no-no, her skin would usually break out and her makeup artist and dermatologist would be agitated if they had found out she slept with a full face of makeup on.

She blinks a few times, covering her chest with the blanket to watch him go about his morning, Y/N was not a morning person, normally she would be annoyed and aggitated, but watching his pretty yet handsome face made her feel slightly less agitated. He put his fingers cross over eachother before they pull his arms taught above his head shifting them to the right, then the left which pops. His muscles shadow and dance is the light soaking in through the window

''Mornin` Popstar.'' He smirks at her as he noticed her staring at him intensly going about his morning. To which she then just smiles and sinks her self into the white comforters in embrassment. He chuckles and then grabs a plain black shirt that had been sheiveled and previously thrown at the floor due to the devious acts of last night. The sunlight that peeked through the curtains shone upon his form, contrasting his golden coloured skin and his toned abs as he slid his shirt on. Damn he was hot.

Y/n liked him, he was the complete opposite of Tamaki, he held his head high, walked like he was worth a billion yen. confident, loud, very loud, but she liked that he wasnt afraid to speak his mind. And was really funny.

Y/N giggled ''Mornin` Keigo.'' she then reaches for her iPhone 13 in starlight, which has a plain light pink case on it, her favourite colour. on the bedside table of his room, she tapped the phone which had the wallpaper of her and Momo at the beach smiling brightly holding ice creams as they looked at eachother cheekily. she noticed she had has 2 missed calls from Momo and 2 messages. She tapped the notification from imessages before typing in her password 260403 her birthday no suprise, and she sees Momos messages.

Momo <3: Where r u?

Momo <3: Oh, Shoto saw you leaving with that DJ, make sure you use protection x

She softly chuckles at her friends messages, before starting to reply back to her raven haired best friends before she noticed a presence at the side of her, she then looks up, quicly grabbing he blanket to cover her chest, to see the same man who interrupted her and Keigo last night.

Gosh this was embarassing, he was leaning up against the wall, arms folded, his blue eyes peircing into hers as if he was trying to read her. She furrowes her eyebrows as he just stood there simply spectating her, like a detective. ''umm, can i help you?'' he chuckles at her, before Keigo pushed pass him through the door with an annoyed grunt.

''Dabi, why are you here? don`t ya got somewhere to be." He stiffles before walking to the bed folding some of his clothes at the end of the bed where her feet were, that must be his housemate.

Dabi, what a weird name.

''Dont worry bout it'' he replies, ''See you took home, a friend with ya.'' He says eyeing Y/N form, she shifts uncomfortabley. She could feel and unwavering energy from him, she just could not put her finger on it. It was almost like her gut was saying for her to not talk to him, and stay away.

''Tch whats it to you?'' Keigo says, with attitude kissing his teeth at his house mate, Dabi just softly laughed at him before he turned his head to her. Y/N had never been in such an awkward position, she didnt mind having conversations. Just not while she was butt naked under the white covers and while she looked like a hot mess. ''Hey you look kinda familar, are you Y/D/N daughter?'' He wanted to get a rise from her, he knew what she was all about. That good girl gone bad, after her daddy passed away act was not gonna cut it for him, and he sure as hell wouldn`t let his bird brain of a friend get trapped in her families stupid games.

She felt her heart beat expand at that name, she just gulped, her fathers sinister face flashed through her mind, making her feel ill. She sensed her intuition was telling her something, why is he asking something so obvious, 'did he live under a rock or something' she thought.

It was no suprise everyone knew who her father was after all he was the CEO of L/N Theatre Production, his legacy was still relevant today. Even after he died. Even after he was replaced by some weird blue haired motherfucker who talked like his lungs were as dark as a sullen cloud before the sun who went by the name Tomura Shigaraki

''Man, just get out! The hells wrong with you?'' Keigo shouted, he sensed Y/Ns discomfort at that statement Dabi made. He didnt need to know why she tensed at that name but he didnt care. Keigo was the complete opposite of Dabi, While his friend was a total douchebag when it came to girls, Keigo who was raised by a single mother, has total respect for women, he knew the troubles they went through. and they deserved the up most respect more than anything. A total gentleman.

Dabi puts his arms up in defence still smirking.

''Im just sayin you sure as hell dont wanna be fooling around with that.'' he pointed at her figure sprawled out on the bed covering her chest with Keigos bed covers.

She didn`t like this feeling. The feeling of humiliation, he pointed at her like she was a peice of crap from the streets. And he looked at her like she at the bottom of his boots. Dabi`s sinister gaze increased as he noticed her discomfort expanding by the second he continued to shame her.

''Her father might aswell rise from the pits of hell and taunt you in your dreams, God forbid anyone fools around with his precious daughter, who would have thought that as soon as he died his Popstar daughter would act like a prostitute from the red light district-'' He states so casually. She gasped at the sudden insult.

''Tch, your shocked? you literally look like you could be on the front page of a porn site right now, sprawled out naked under the covers naked.''

Y/N wanted the ground to swallow her whole, fighting the tears of humiliation, she was too embrassed to even look at Keigo or Dabi, instead she kept her glossy Y/E/C eyes glued on the ground as he just smirked.

Its almost like history was repeating itself again, in a way. She could not move, she couldnt speak, she could not defend herself, as Dabi continued slut shaming her she just kept her eyes glued onto the floor her sweaty hands gripping the covers to her chest with dear life, feeling hopeless as she took in his insults one by one, each stabbing her heart violently. Her tearfull gaze expanded his sadistic nature that made the corner of his lips turn into a manic grin. "Aww, dont cry, yo birdbrain, you gonna give little miss Pop star some dick, maybe that`ll-''

''WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?! GET THE FUCK OUT!'' Keigo screams angrily. She felt weak but then Keigo, her knight in shining armour came to her rescue, abruptly interrupting his harsh, lewd statements. Pushing Dabi out the door, She could see him smirking at her before the door got slammed shut by Keigo.

''I had no idea what he was yapping on about, Im so sorry.'' Keigo apoligises, as he knelt down to see Y/Ns tearfull gaze as she looked at him with pleasing eyes. Keigo felt his heart shatter, he took her waist in his arms as Y/N hugged his neck and sniffled as she let tears go freely, the warmth of his body made her feel comforted, as she breathed his minty scent in as he rubbed her back, they stayed there for a while not saying a word, only in each others space was enough for them, before she pulls away.

''its okay, um i think i should go.'' She said startled by Dabi, to which Keigo nods handing her clothes to her before he left to give her some privacy.

As Y/N got changed all she could think about was Dabi`s words, prostitute from the red light district. Who even was he, its almost like he could have predicted her fathers actions if he were still alive. What did he know?

She decided it would be best to leave and never come back to Keigos as she didn`t want to have an encounter with Dabi again. she stepped out the room before heading down the stairs making sure she had her purse and phone before exiting, turning back to close the door she spotted Dabi`s face by the railway at the stairs. He just smiled at her, and she slammed the door behind her, making her way out, never to return again.

weird motherfucker.

This is the first chapter <3 HOPE you guys like it, P.S Dabis gonna be a lil toxic but so is Y/N i hope you enjoyed the first chapter if you liked it please like, reblog or comment. also leave a follow and comment if you want to be added to my taglist. Smell ya later pooks ;3

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