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xxspringmelodyxx · 8 months

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A Hard Day's Work~

Childe x F. Reader x Aether

WARNINGS: minors and ageless blogs DNI! 18+ content. Fingering, nipple play, oral sex (female receiving), vaginal and anal sex. You have been warned.

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I said my goodbyes to Amber, wishing her luck on her next mission. She had wanted to train a bit before she headed out just to get her back in the swing of things. After about an hour, we decided it was good to stop there so she could get to her first destination before night time hit. I agreed and decided to head back home.

As I made my way, I stopped a bit here and there to talk with other people, seeing how they were doing and all that.

By the time I made it back to my house, I realized a good two hours had passed by. The sun was beginning to go down, eventually going to be replaced with the moon.

You looked for the key to your house, searching all over your body for it.

Feeling it in your pocket, you took it out and began to unlock your door. Before you could open the door, however, the door swung open. A shriek came out of your mouth as it did.

You looked up to see Childe and Aether staring down at you with a weird look in their eyes.

Before you could say anything, the two boys grabbed your arms and pulled you inside.

“Hey! What are you-Ah! Put my down Childe!” You yelled as the ginger haired boy threw you over his shoulder.

You looked up at Aether, trying to get his help.

“Aether! Tell him to put me down!” You said, but he ignored you, grabbing some rope and what looked to be a silky blindfold.

What the hell is going on?

Within a minute, you found yourself in your bedroom.

Childe threw you on the bed, allowing you to finally sit up. You tried to get out of your bed, but Aether interjected and pushed you against the wall behind your bed.

His face was so close to yours, making your face heat up.

“Awe look at her, Aether. She’s getting all flustered. I want to see more of it~” Childe said, sitting right next to Aether, getting close to your face as well.

“W-What are you two doing?”

Aether smiled softly, placing his hand against your cheek.

“Don’t worry. We are going to make you feel so good, y/n.”

“What do you mean?” You asked.

“You’ve been working so hard lately. Going out on missions after missions, helping villagers in and out of the area, even staying up days and nights to watch over everyone. You need a good and nice reward for all your help.” Childe explained, grabbing the soft rope from Aethers hands. He moved around you, facing your back. He grabbed both of your arms, placing them behind you.

You tried to turn your head, but Aether held you in place.

“Eyes on me sweetheart~” he said in a seductive voice.

Holy. Shit.

Aether looked so…beautiful.

His eyes were looking at you with pure lust and love in them. A smirk made its way to his face, replacing his usual innocent and kind demeanor. The light outlined his frame beautifully as he placed his cool fingers on your warm body, making you shiver a bit.

You felt Childe tying your wrists together, making sure to not make it too tight.

Aether took the soft lavender cloth from his hand, going near your right ear. His breath fanned against your neck, forming goosebumps all over you.

“Do you want us to continue? We can make you feel so good, y/n~” he said, moving his fingers up your thighs. You then felt Childe wrap his arms around you, pulling you in close to him. He placed his chin on your left shoulder, nuzzling himself in your neck. His hands slowly went up and down your stomach, spreading tingles up to your chest.

A soft mewl made its way out of your mouth.

“Well? Can we continue?” Childe whispered in your ear.

You nodded, your breath hitching in your throat. Childe smirked, humming with excitement.

“Here, let me make things better for you~” Aether said in your other ear.

He took the blindfold and placed it over your eyes, completely heightening your other senses.

Aether then grabbed your face and gently kissed your cheeks. He kissed the corners of your mouth, only to finally place his softly against yours. His lips were so soft and cool. Just from a single kiss, your heart started to race.

His soft and gentle kisses slowly started to turn into one’s full of passion and lust.

Soon, you two were in a heated makeout session.

Aether released the kiss for a second to let you breathe. Your lips were swollen already, and he could feel the heat just radiating off of you.

“Open your mouth, honey.” Aether said softly.

You obliged and opened it a bit. He smirked and went back moving his tongue inside of your mouth. A small moan escaped your mouth at the weird but amazing feeling.

Meanwhile, Childe was feeling left out, so he got to work. He started kissing all over your neck, sucking and licking the areas that made you squirm the most.

He bit the soft skin, watching it turn to a darker color.

You let go of the kiss as you felt Childe’s tongue go to a very sensitive area in your neck

“Childe~Ah~” you moaned. His gorgeous laugh rang through your ears as he continued to suck, bite, and lick on that area.

Aether grabbed your face again, making you look at him. He hungrily kissed you once more, his hands making their way down your body.

Both of their bodies pressed up against you was turning you on so much that you could basically feel your lower region forming a puddle. Aethers hand went under your dress, moving up to your waist. Chills went up your spine once more as he drew circles on your sides.

Childe pulled one of your shoulder straps down, licking and kissing down that area.

“Look at her, Childe. She’s trembling. Is the pleasure too much for you, my love?” Aether spoke, licking the shell of your ear.

Another soft moan escaped your mouth as you nodded.

“Mmm, what if I…” Childe spoke, moving his hands up the back of your dress up to your breasts. He flicked and pinched both of your nipples with each hand, making your back arch.

“Childe~” you moaned loudly.

“Oh she’s very sensitive.” Childe said, turning your face to him so he could kiss you.

Meanwhile, Aether moved his hands down to your panties, feeling between your legs. He smirked as he felt the damp area.

“My, my~ we haven’t even started and she’s already dripping wet.” Aether said.

He pulled your underwear down right away, tossing them to the side.

He slowly opened your legs wide for him.

The cold air touched your pussy, making you try to close them out of instinct. Aethers hands stopped you before you could.

He placed each leg on each side of his legs so you couldn’t close them.

His hands roamed up your calves, to your knees, all the way to your inner thighs, giving them a squeeze. Your hips bucked a bit as he did that, showing him how eager you were.

His hands finally made it to your pussy lips, spreading them to show your beautiful opening. The cold air causes your clit to come out of its hood as well. Aether gasped in the sight, his cock basically trying to pry its way out of his pants.

“You are so beautiful, baby~” Childe moaned in your ear. Your nipples were as hard as a rock as he kept playing with them.

Aether got down on his stomach, kissing up your legs. When he finally got to your most sensitive area, he blew on it, making you squirm.

“Let me open you up~” he said, licking a long line up and down your folds. Your breath hitched at the unfamiliar feeling.

“Did you like that?” Aether asked huskily. You nodded as you felt Childe kiss your neck again, taking one of his hands out of your dress and wrapping it around your neck softly.

“Answer him, baby~” Childe said

“Y-Yes, Aether~ it feels really good~” you said embarrassed.

This was the first time you had ever done something like this…and it’s with two people too! You weren’t sure you were going to be able to handle it.

“Good girl~” Childe said, kissing the corner of your mouth.

Aether smiled as he went back down.

“Then let me wrap my arms around your legs…” he said, pulling you up to his face.

“And enjoy my meal~” he said as he dove in.

His tongue worked miraculously on your clit. He didn’t give you any time to adjust and your hips shot up at the fast pace. His tongue was pressed flat against you, flicking up and down as he slowly inserted a finger inside of you.

“Aether!” You cried out from the pleasure.

“Yo-You’re going t-too fast~” you moaned

“Go faster on her, Aether. Make her cum hard.” Childe said as he held your body to his chest, preventing you from arching your back.

Just like that, Aether sped up to an inhumane speed. You were moaning out loudly from the intense pleasure.

“‘s too much~” you moaned, your eyes slowly rolling back to the back of your head.

Aether inserted two more fingers inside of you, stretching you out.

A raspy moan ran out, and more and more moans like that kept coming.

Childe and Aether were holding back as much as possible, not wanting to take you just yet.

Aether's fingers pressed against a spot that made you see stars, making you hit your breaking point. A loud moan/cry erupted from you as a clear substance came out of you. Aether didn’t stop going though. He went the same speed, letting you ride out your orgasm.

“Aether…please….let me go~”

“No…I’m not gonna let go. I want to taste all of you~” he said, going back to eating you and making you become overstimulated.

“Hey~ don’t keep her all to yourself.” Childe whined.

After a few more seconds, Aether let go of you, coming back up. His eyes were dilated as he stared at you.

“You taste delicious~” he said

Suddenly, you felt Childe licking you up your neck from behind.

“No fair, I want a taste of her, too~” he said, picking you up off of the bed and onto the wall.

You felt him place your legs on his shoulder as he spread your folds open again, going in for a taste. A sharp inhale was heard from you at the overstimulation.

“Mmm…you’re right, Aether. She taste amazing! I want more~” he said as he went all out.

“Childe! No~ I’m too sensitive! Please! If you keep going at that pace…I’m gonna c-cum again~” you begged as tears of pleasure started to form in your eyes.

“Good…I want you to.”

“Like we said, y/n. We are here to make you feel good for all your hard work. Give in to the pleasure and enjoy it~” Aether said as he kissed your leg.

Within minutes, you came again, just as hard too. Childe’s warm tongue flicked at your clit then down to your hole, sucking in your juices.

He took you off of his shoulders and set you down the bed. You were still coming back down from your high, panting loudly.

“I think she’s ready~” Childe said, wrapping his arms from

Behind you.

“Then let’s get started~” Aether said, both of them taking their pants and boxers off.

They both picked you up and sat you on their laps.

Aether kissed you softly, while Childe caressed your shoulders.

“Are you still wanting to do this?” Aether asked seriously this time.

“Remember we don’t have to go all the way if you don’t want to” Childe said as he packed your cheek. It was a sudden mood change as they made sure you were still up to doing this. It warmed your heart up and made you relax. You nodded, sure you wanted this.

“Okay…we will be gentle. Promise~” Childe said as he turned your face to gently kiss you. They both lifted your dress up to just below your chest, aligning their hardened cocks right at your entrances. Aether went first. He slowly entered, making you hiss in pain. Childe soon followed suit. Tears fell from your eyes, staining the silky cloth. Aether saw this and slowly kissed you, moving his hand to your clit to help distract you.

“You’re doing so well, y/n. Just keep trying to relax.” Childe tried to assure you. He kissed your ear and neck, hugging you close to him to help you.

“Almost done, y/n. You’re such a good girl. So sweet for us.” Aether said.

What felt like forever, the two boys finally got their cocks inside of you. They let you settle a bit, waiting for your approval.

A couple minutes passed and you finally nodded your head, allowing them to move.

Aether moved his cock out, quickly slamming it back in. A wave of pain and pleasure came over as he did. As he went in, Childe went out. Then he went in and you, again, felt pain and pleasure. They both went in at opposite times, the pleasure taking over while the pain subsided.

“Fuck…you’re so tight~” Childe said, loving the way you squeezed around him.

Aethers moans mixed with Childe’s, sounding like music to your ears. This was a moment you’d never expect to happen…but you were so glad it did.

They kept going at it, quickening up their speed and strength. They went hard and fast inside of you, trying desperately to reach their climax.

“Fuck! Mmm…is it too much for you?”

You nodded

“Yes…I’m so close~” you spoke

“Well that’s no good…we are both still so far away…”Childe said, kissing you. His fingers made their way back to your chest, tugging at your nipples.

You couldn’t hold it in much longer. You needed to let go.

“Imagine how nice it would feel to feel her cream on our cocks~ I bet it would feel amazing~”

“Yeah, her sweet pussy and ass just sucking us dry. Absolutely milking us~”

Heat flew up to your face as you listened to their dirty talk. It was enough to make you cum again.

“Fuck, y/n!” Aether said as he felt your walls tighten around him.

“That’s right. You like it when we say dirty things to, huh pretty girl?” Childe said as he felt you squeeze around him.

“Yes! I love it so much~I love you two so much~” you moaned. That caught their attentions. You…loved them?

They both looked at each other and smirked.

“Well…it just so turns out that…we love you too~ more than you could ever imagine~” Aether said , going harder after hearing your confession. His blood was now not the only thing pumping, but so was his heart. He loved hearing you say you love him, and so did Childe. It rolled off your tongue beautifully. They wanted to hear you say it more.

“Tell us again. Who do you love?” Aether said as he was reaching his climax.

“You! I love you both!” You moaned again, feeling yours come as well.

“Then cum with us…one more time y/n. Cum with us~” Childe said in your ear, nearing his end.

After a couple more minutes, you all came together, all seeing stars in your vision. The room was a mix full of moans and sloshing sounds from yours and the boys’ cum mixing together.

You all fell onto your bed, catching your breaths.

“You did…so…good~” Childe said as he wrapped his arms around you.

“Yes you did, love~” Aether said.

You smiled at them as you cuddled up to both of them.

“Did you really mean it?” Childe asked

“Mean what?”

“That you love us?”

You smiled at the two and nodded

“Of course I meant it. I always have…just couldn’t muster up the courage to tell you…until now.” You laughed, making them smile.

“Well I’m glad. We love you too, y/n…so much.” Aether said, kissing your temples.

“Now let’s get some rest. I’m exhausted.” Childe said, kissing your bruises as hickeys.

You both nodded, liking the idea of sleeping.

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You three fell asleep into a deep slumber, cuddled up. That night, all of you had the best sleep ever as you felt each other in each other's arms.

And that, my dear readers, is the ending of this story. Goodnight

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intersexfairy · 1 year

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Okay so I'm a dyke. Lesboy, full fledged lesbianaire, if you will. So its generally not a topic I go deep into but I love men. Not romantically, or sexually, but in a deep way that goes beyond platonic. I love queer men, I love trans men, I love intersex men, I love gay men, I love men who are women and all the beyonds, between and interceptions. I love the gender and I love how diverse all the interpretations of it can be.

Ik you're multigendered but k want you to know that you being a man? Its so fucking beautiful and that's not me exaggerating in the least. I've held witness to plenty of shitty men, with shitty interpretations of manhood and I can tell you very sincerely that the gender you've crafted and inhabit is glorious. It's so spacious and welcoming and never fails to remind me how lovely men and manhood can be. I hope you have a lovely day. never forget you have a gender that has brought tears to a dyke's eyes. Ty for having the courage to share it.

holy shit im crying (/pos). i want to print this out and put it on my bedroom wall. we love you too. thank you. so much. for these beautiful and kind words.

#asks #anon #yaybox #yaybox^2 #gotta make a new tag because of this one #dyke #lesboy #intersex #gay #gay man #trans man #transmasc #multigender #trans #trans positivity #pride

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grenadineghost · 8 months

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hi hi juni :3 for albums: crush on me, burn pygmalion, the bifrost incident, and ed buys houses!! choose as many or as few as you want :D

aaa omg ty!! putting it under the cut bc wow im really really rambly hehe

CRUSH ON ME by Sir Babygirl

The best song on the album

HAUNTED HOUSE. SONG OF ALL TIME. such a perfect song. the ENERGY the MADNESS of the lyrics the way she ends up singing so high pitched he's screaming???

My favorite song on the album

Haunted House. its the best and my favorite and its perfect. song that jumpstarted my haunted house obsession. i am not normal.

My least favorite song on the album

Flirting With Her - Reprise. I think every song is great and important to the cohesive piece of art the album is but the reprises aren't as exciting and this one's intro always sounds like a song from Into The Woods lol

The most overrated song on the album

Heels is one of the only songs with above a million plays which is like,, it deserves that love but there are more interesting songs in the album lol. still a jam though

Most underrated

Everyone Is A Bad Friend. it has very few listens, i think it kinda gets buried because its more melancholic and doesnt have a chorus but holy shit this song wraps its fist around my heart and squeezes. and the repetition of the first half is needed so you can escalate into the "so you think you're good at goodbyes?" part and build up this downward spiral and hljskddk.

The banger of all bangers

THATS RIGHT ITS HAUNTED HOUSE AGAIN! listen i just think haunted house is the best song ever, and if we're defining bangers as high energy and danceability holy shit this song has so much energy. it never stops. its this perfect descent into madness and revelry and i go insane. hi

Rate from 0-10

10/10. this album has HAUNTED HOUSE on it, and everyone is a bad friend and cheerleader, and its maybe the only album i listen to where i NEVER skip a song. its p much a perfect album.

BURN PYGMALION!!!: A BETTER GUIDE TO ROMANCE by The Scary Jokes

The best song on the album

DEATH THRICE DRAWN BABEY!!! such a fucking weird beautiful whimsical ethereal jam. its a perfect representation of the scary jokes - strange and offputting and beautiful and synthy and poetic and gay

My favorite song on the album

Death Thrice Drawn hehe. its,,, my gender, i think. but its tied with No Leverage / No Pleasure!!!! that song is,,, im not gonna fully get into my anxieties but sometimes i feel like my emotions are going to set fire to me and this song is just the perfect story of self destruction. look i have no doors ive torn through the walls ive ripped up the floors laid waste to it all!

My least favorite song on the album

i skip pygmalion sleepyhead and bets against the void more bc i just dont like slower songs as much but i think Your Vicious Kin is the only song ive like never really sought out so its probably that. still good though hehe

The most overrated song on the album

Community Gardens. it pains me to say that because Community Gardens is AMAZING and its the perfect start to the story and it deserves all the love it gets but like cmon the rest of the album deserves that love too! there are more weird songs with strange and heartwrenching lyrics cmonnnn love them all

Most underrated

Wrath of the Termite King, maybe! i might just be saying this bc it was underrated PERSONALLY for a while - i didnt really care that much about it for a long time but lately ive fallen in love with it hehe. its really fun to sing and my best friend taught me how to play it on ukulele so thats a good memory and its so good. tbh i think this entire album is underrated - scary jokes fans seem to prefer april fools and like yeah its great but burn pygmalion is... astounding

The banger of all bangers

Death Thrice Drawn!!!!! It's probably the highest energy track on here and its such a fun weird jam and its perfect to dance to. i need to kiss a girl to this song. who said that

Rate from 0-10

12/10. its perfect. this is my favorite album of all time. i really do consider it perfect - i love every song on it and even the ones i skip more are so beautiful and necessary for the story. something i love about this album is you would expect it to end tragically. jeanine literally burns sylvia's house down!! but then you get crushed out on soda beach and get this surrender to her emotions and the album ends in bets against this void, this connection between jeanine and sylvia, this acknowledgement of how they feel and its... the first time i listened to this album, the day it came out, i expected "a better guide to romance" to be ironic. but i... i do actually think its a better guide to romance. instead of ending in tragedy it ends in them starting to figure out how to work through everything together and its... its really important to me. ALSO THE SYNTHS HOLY SHIT SO GOOD

THE BIFROST INCIDENT by The Mechanisms

The best song on the album

maybe Losing Track? this album goes crazy insane w motifs and character themes and i love how this song brings them all together, its really well done.

My favorite song on the album

ODIN!!!!!!!!! such a fucking jam!!!!! my favorite mechs song by far. it has so much energy and there really is this sense of like,,, excitement and wonder and fuck i want her voice and its just perfectly subtly ominous. also its v cool how it kinda sounds like a train steaming ahead :3 works v well with the story. girlbossing

My least favorite song on the album

im gonna be real? Red Signal. i like it, its a fucking wild twist, and you have to admire the man for going FUCKING INSANE AND COMMITTING TO IT but also like i always skip it lol. i mean ok i think i skip ragnarok v end of the line more when on shuffle but thats just bc i dont like slower/sadder songs as much, i think i like it a bit more than red signal

The most overrated song on the album

much as others like red signal more than me i cant say its overrated because its fucking insane and deserves that appreciation. i guess i'd say Thor? i mean i fucking ADORE thor but im a little surprised its so much more played than anything else on the album (espc bc the lyrics are v story focused? like odin and loki well as standalone tracks but thor is less internal i guess. but idk its a fucking jam though

Most underrated

idk i feel like all the tracks are p rated tbh. i guess ill say Odin? there are less played tracks that i adore but like I guess I'm surprised it's not the most popular when Thor and Loki are like the top mechanisms songs on spotify

The banger of all bangers

RAGNAROK I: RUNAWAY!!! the ragnaroks are all so fun and this one is such a perfect "oh shit oh god we fucked up oh no what the fuck what the fuck is happening". its such a perfect snap into the madness that is the second half of the story and its REALLY FUN TO SING??? i love fast songs where the lyrics just doesnt stop happening and you just power through them kdhjsl

Rate from 0-10

honestly? it might be a 10! there are albums i love more but this is such a perfect cohesive story. its.... as a story its amazing. the motifs the songs the tragic space lesbians the norse myth references the "missle two killed baldr". its soo silly and fucked up and i love it and the twist is FUCKING INSANE.

ED BUYS HOUSES by Sidney Gish

The best song on the album

I mean, Presumably Dead Arm is amazing. But Sidney Gish has released other better versions of it so I'll say What Do You Want From Me Tonight cause that's such a nice sweet well done song that kinda perfectly encapsulates her music.

My favorite song on the album

tbh? Hexagons and Other Fun Materials. its light and silly and its the perfect song to listen to while doing homework you dont want to do.

My least favorite song on the album

Friday Night Placebo is the only one I skip. Listen, slower songs have to work harder to get to me and Friday Night Placebo is boringgg.

The most overrated song on the album

Friday Night Placebo. See above hehe. I was surprised to see its like the 3rd top played song on here.

Most underrated

Cokesbury has the least listens so I'll say that I guess? I mean it's not my favorite but it's good! I don't really listen to it often but. I think like a lot of Sidney Gish songs it ends up working into a groove where it does the thing its doing very confidently without distraction. And it's not slow!

The banger of all bangers

You know what? Its !Ed Buys Houses!. weird to call it the most banger when its entirely acapella but most of this album is p relaxed indie, I think Ed Buys Houses is the perfect song for dancing in the kitchen and putting your whole pussy into it for the under one minute duration.

Rate from 0-10

Hm,, 7? It's really good and I don't listen to it too often ghjkl I think I prefer No Dogs Allowed a bit but its still really good. Also I don't have a place to mention it but Sidney Gish was one of my last pre-covid shows and it was so fun and during the last verse of homecoming serf the mic started slipping and so she fixed it perfectly in time to change the lyrics to "there's no more time left to let the mic fall down" and the crowd went wild and YOU HAD TO BE THERE OKAY

thank you so much for the ask hehe i. love talking about albums i like :3

#asks #airshipvalentine #ruff awooo :3 #god i love burn pygmalion <3 <3

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captainjimothycarter · 1 year

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Headcanons for Silverfox!Steve and mid-twenty something Peggy?? (I've always seen Cougar!Peggy with mid-twenty something Steve and I wonder what it would be like reversed) :)

Y'know, I saw this in my inbox the other day and just forgot about it. I am SO sorry.

holy shit i forgot this was in my drafts!!

I love both, you know? Cougar!Peggy and Silverfox!Steve. I can't get enough of both.

Steve is a professor at the local college. (look him in glasses is just doing things to me) All the students want him because he often derails the class by going off-topic and just chatting away. He's a fairly lax teacher but is firm where he needs to be.

They meet late at night, on the subway. When he stayed far too late in his office, wanting (in truth) to avoid going to his cold, empty apartment, just grading papers.

Peggy is a wild child and doesn't want to settle down, doesn't want to marry. She'd rather be single, then be tied down to a man that's going to just want her to be a house wife (the only type of men her mother sets her up with)

She's riding the train after a particular hard night of dealing with her mother (Steve might've heard some of the call and decided she needed cheering up) and just wants to clear her head

She likes New York, loves it really. Loves the subway because it gets her out of her head

He asks her about her tattoos, bright water-color tattoos, they're of various things that Peggy enjoys and she got them simply because of that. (like flowers, a compass, stars, galaxy, etc.)

They eventually get talking about art. Beautiful art and they make a deep, deep connection (at least Steve likes to think so)

They continue the conversation over a cup of coffee, that leads to a 'date' at the museum (but not a date because they both expressed interest to go and Steve didn't ask)

And it's totally not a date when it leads to some underground event that some of his former students run, of underground art (no it doesn't make sense but I love this idea) that Peggy takes to

This eventually leads to another late night, where Peggy ends up in Steve's bed and their discussion of art and their compassion of how it relates to humanity melts into kisses and melts into Steve's headboard making its mark on the wall over and over again that night.

Peggy eventually decides she might stay in New York, rather then 'travel the world'. Steve isn't tying her down and agrees she doesn't be, she should get to live her own life.

He decides to take a year off teaching to travel the world with her and they make their dating official in Paris.

They're so dating, not dating, if anyone asks.

God, this makes no sense but I was on a roll and I hope it's okay OP.

#Steggy #StevePeggy #i love this AU in my head

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xxrat--punkxx · 3 years

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My stuff from @dragonnova’s shop came and holy shit.

I just wanted to show yall how amazing everything is omg, I literally cried over the drawing omg, this is beyond incredible, they make keychains of pretty much EVERY borderlands character and the entire time I interacted with them they were beyond helpful and just overall a really lovely person. I could not recommend them enough!

#I’m literally so happy holy shit #Etsy says it’s still in transit so I can’t leave a review yet rip #skullservants holy shit thank u so much for recommending them to me #I’m honestly just blown away by everything holy shit #ty is going on my wall holy shit this is so beautiful #the buttons are literally so nice as well omg #like they feel RLY nice lmao #but Jesus 100/10 omG #they are going on the con bag #that’s for premium stuff only 😤#ugh I’m so happy!#keychains #borderlands

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toomanyfandoms02 · 3 years

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Road Trip -- JJ Maybank

Summary - The gang goes on a road trip and there are fewer beds than planned ;) Reader learns just why JJ doesn't want to sleep in the same bed :(

Word Count - 1.9k

Warnings - angst, mentions of JJ's dad

Hurt comfort y'all, hurt comfort

JJ requests are open! My masterlist is pinned and has dialog prompts if you want some inspiration

Road trips were one of my favorite things, especially with my favorite people. We were currently going to Kalahari indoor water park in Ohio. I was shaken awake as I feel the vehicle come to a stop.

"Y/n, we're here!" JJ said loudly in my face. My hands came up to push him away from me.

"Shut *up*!" I groaned, sitting up quickly and wiping my eyes. Everyone was gathering their bags and Pope was sliding the door open.

"Have a good nap?" Sarah asked with a smile, I nodded in response, tying my hair into a ponytail. I stepped out of the van and smelled the cool night air. Even from the outside, you could smell the chlorine.

"Y/n, could you go check us in? It's under my name. We will get your bags." I nodded, walking in the huge front doors and immediately being greeted.

"Hi, there! Checking in?" The woman asked, I replied with a polite yes as she lead me to the counter. "Name?"

"It should be under John B, or maybe John Routledge." I tapped my fingers on the counter, looking up at the extremely high ceilings.

"Ah yes, John Routledge. 4-bed suite correct?" My eyebrows scrunched at this. Our room was *supposed* to be a 5-bed. One for each of us, excluding Sarah and John B.

"You mean 5-bed?" I asked. She looked back at the computer, typing something in. She shook her head slowly.

"No sorry, it's indeed set for 4 beds." She made an apologetic face. "I would upgrade you to a 5-bed for free but we are packed at the moment, I'm sorry for the inconvenience." I knew what that meant, considering Kiara and Pope had a little romantic falling out not too long ago.

"That's alright, it's not your fault." I smiled, she handed me 2 room cards and apologized again. I walked out to the group, who was still gathering all of our stuff.

"Christ Kie what is *in* here?" Pope groaned, pulling her bag from the back. They bickered a bit before I interrupted them.

"So bad news," I announced loudly, all heads whipping my way. "they messed up the room." I huffed.

"What? Do we still have one?" John B asked in an annoyed tone. I held up our room cards.

"Yeah but unfortunately we only have 4 beds and not 5." I watched as Pope and Kie awkwardly looked at each other. I was not going to do that to Pope. He needed closure and sleeping with her was going to do him no good. "So JJ and I are going to share a bed." I said giving JJ a look. He just nodded.

I grabbed my bag from his hand and thanked him.

"So you wanna sleep with me huh?" He asked, closer to my ear. I slapped his chest lightly.

"In your dreams J."

"Yeah, you are." He winked. I just rolled my eyes and lead us inside. Our room was on the third floor so we took the elevator up. I slid one of the cards in, hearing a click as the door opened.

The room was beautiful. It was huge and sectioned off into 4 parts. Two parts were full bedrooms. Another part was the kitchen with a half wall the combined where the other two beds were. Then there was the bathroom. Though there was another bathroom attached to one of the bedrooms.

"Holy shit Sarah, you spoiled us." I laughed, setting my bag on the ground.

'This room is awesome!" Kie gushed, walking over to the huge windows to the outside.

"I figured if we are staying for 4 days we would want a nice room to come back to." She shrugged.

"I say we get our stuff in our rooms and go to bed." I said, with a stretch.

"You just woke up from a nap." JJ said plainly. I looked up at him with a shitty look.

"Shut up, I'm always tired." I waved him off. "Sarah and John B get the room with the private bathroom." I pointed to the right. "Kie and Pope get the two beds here, and JJ and I get the other room." We all split off, dragging our bags with us.

I fell back onto the king-sized bed after putting my bag in the corner. The bed was so soft.

"Comfy?" JJ asked sitting next to me and sinking into the bed. "Woah, yeah it's comfy." He sighed, laying next to me.

"This wasn't what I was expecting when they said 4 beds." I thought out loud. "I expected like, 3 small beds and a big bed."

"Me too." He said, staring at the ceiling fan that spun on low. "We don't have to sleep here together though, you can have the bed." He said, pointing to the little couch that sat in our private room. I looked at him with an unbelievable look.

"Are you kidding? You are not going to fit on that couch. You're sleeping in this bed with me."

"Damn, didn't know you wanted me in bed so bad." He teased. He wasn't wrong, though the way he was implying was more sexual than the innocent reason that flooded my head. I just wanted to cuddle him.

Maybe not in the 'just friends' way either.

But he didn't need to know that.

"Mhmmm." I just agreed, standing up and grabbing clothes from my bag. "I'm gonna go get into my pajamas." I said, leaving the room and going into the bathroom. I changed into sleep shorts and a big t-shirt.

I came out of the bathroom, walking into our open bedroom door.

"You care if I close the door?" I asked semi-loudly, not seeing JJ anywhere. He came from the side of the room, ruffling his hair. I bit the inside of my cheek seeing he was only in shorts. Sure, I had seen JJ shirtless *plenty* of times. But now I was going to be sleeping in bed with him.

"Go ahead." He said, turning the lamp on one side of the bed off. I nodded, shutting the door behind me. I climbed in next to him, turning my lamp off.

"Night JJ." I whisperer, falling asleep to scenarios about the boy who was currently less than a foot away from me.

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My eyes opened slowly, feeling the bed shifting around significantly. The room was extremely dark as I sat up, trying to figure out what was going on. I blinked profusely to adjust my eyes and looked next to me. JJ was flinching and whining in his sleep, his eyes squeezed shut impossibly tight. I narrowed my eyes at him, was he having a nightmare?

His head shook and his face scrunched. I could only imagine what was going on in the poor boy's head. I shook his arm a little.

"JJ." He ripped his arm from my grip, eyes still closed. I grabbed his hand this time, squeezing it a little hard. He gasped and shot up in the bed, a tear rolling down his cheek. His breathing was labored, grabbing at his chest and looking around frantically.

"JJ, hey look at me." I said, shaking his hand. As his eyes looked into mine, I saw fear.

"I'm sorry, did I wake you up?" He croaked, clearly still holding back a cry.

"I don't care, what's wrong?" I asked, scooting to sit in front of him. He sucked his lips into his mouth, looking down at his hands, which were now detached from mine.

"Just a nightmare." He said, shutting his eyes tightly, another tear rolling down his cheek. I hated seeing him like this, JJ was so strong. I wiped his tear with my thumb and he began hyperventilating again. "But I can't stop thinking about it." He whimpered. "It felt so real." His voice cracked at the end, his hands flying to cover his face.

"Hey, hey, look at me. You're with me, no one else." He still shook with silent cries. "Was it about your dad?" I asked carefully, not wanting to send him into a spiral. I saw a slight nod. "Okay, does this feel like a panic attack?" I asked quietly. He nodded again, I could hear him barely sniffle.

I pulled his hands from his face, the poor baby looked a mess. His face was red and puffy, tears and sweat making it look like someone poured a bucket of water on him. His eyes were shut still, his lips trembling and nostrils flared. I put my hands on the side of his face.

"Just look at me, open your eyes." I stated quietly, his eyes fluttering open. His normally light blue eyes were dim and dull as he looked into mine. "When I was little, I had lots of panic attacks. My mom researched what helps best and skin-to-skin releases oxytocin, a happy chemical." I said, running my hands down his shoulders and scooting closer to him. I wrapped my arms around him, rubbing his back slowly.

His arms still hung by his side as I felt his ragged breathing.

"On both ends." I said, grabbing his hands and slipping them under my shirt, resting them on the small of my back. He pulled me much closer now, resting his head in the crook of my neck. "Now just feel how I'm breathing." I tried to keep a steady breath, for him. My ear was right up against his chest, hearing his speeding heart slow slightly.

"Thank you." I heard him say into my hair, still squeezing me tightly.

"Of course JJ, anything for you." My hands ran up and down his back, his breathing slowed to a calm after a few minutes. He pulled away, wiping his face and pushing his hair back.

"I'm really sorry about that." He apologized.

"JJ, I don't mind. It was no bother to me in the slightest."

"I've never calmed down from a panic attack so fast." He shook his head. "You do that often?"

"Nope, just for you." I smirked.

"Well, I appreciate it, a lot." I could see him chewing on the inside of his cheek. "Any other suggestions you have about skin-to-skin contact?" I was always bad at reading signs, but this seemed like a sign.

"You mean like more intimate ways?" I asked slowly, not knowing if I was crossing a line.

"Yeah, like, do you think it would calm me down more if," he put his hand on my cheek, "if maybe I kissed you?" The room was suddenly much brighter. I could see his eyes and how vulnerable his face was. The fact that I was *not* answering was probably fueling his anxiety. But I knew I could not get words out even if I tried, so I only nodded.

He leaned forward quickly, his lips landing on mine softly. Our noses bumped slightly at the sudden movement. His hand rested between my neck and shoulder and mine pulled him closer by the back of his neck. Our lips detached after a few seconds.

"So you did want me in bed." He teased, just inches from my face. I smiled with a shake of my head.

"You're such an ass." I said, lying back down. He laid next to me, putting his arm around me and pulling me into his chest. "Skin-to-skin also happens to help with nightmares." I said, grabbing his hand. His legs entangled with mine.

"Guess you'll have to sleep with me more often." He said plainly, bringing a massive smile to my face.

"I guess so."

#jj maybank #jj maybank fic #jj maybank fluff #jj maybank imagine #jj obx #obx #outer banks #jj outer banks #rudy pankow #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank angst

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todoshotoki · 4 years

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𝙋𝘼𝙄𝙍𝙄𝙉𝙂: sub! takami keigo/hawks x dom! reader

MENTIONS: choking, slight bondage, thigh riding, overstimulation, degrading, praising

𝘼𝙐𝙏𝙃𝙊𝙍'𝙎 𝙉𝙊𝙏𝙀: thank u olivia for being the kinky bastard u are and sparking my voyage on writing this for 4 hours straight during online classes

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there was no doubt that keigo always had heads turning his way. the proud wings flaring and flashing their rich red colors. several awards had hung around his neck, he was only twenty one and he had his own agency.

he seemed hard to drag down. such a figure as him, had managed to boldly interrupt the hero billboard chart event in front of hundreds of thousands and yet here he was kneeling in front of your feet.

whenever he gave you face he always looked up at you with such dolled up gaze. there were hickeys littered all up his neck and his collarbone, some of them redder than others. he had taken the pleasure to dress up all pretty for you in the raunchy black skirt that he had bought from what seemed like ages ago.

the skirt had barely covered his rear. when he was waiting for you in the bedroom, it was like an invitation just written out for you with silver lining. keigo never joked around with this thing. you two barely got to hang out anymore and the day he had off, you had unfortunately had a in person college class.

he looked so incredibly upset when you had told him. he was ready to be slow fucking all day whether or not you were on top or bottom.

keigo knew you worked hard and so he wanted to reward you with a treat. he even had shaved his legs for the occasion. you would have been crazy to decline his offer so you accepted it.

here he was with his pointed tongue flicking around, settling to sucking your clit. you had your hand on the back of his head as your lips parted.

the blonde has always been good at oral, he would be on his knees and worship your pussy like god had descended from heaven just to grace him with his presence. keigo's humming sent vibrations throughout the lower half of your body, all while getting a little rougher with you stimulating more pleasure than before. your mouth hung open, breathy moans weren’t afraid to call out his name. he seemed to be enjoying it as much as you, muffled gasps of what you made out to be your name, left his lips like a hushed prayer.

he rocked his his hips trying to comfort his own arousal, clenching at times as your moans picked up.

"more, keigo, baby- so good for me!" you groaned as his pace picked up and his doe eyes had widened at the praise. shit, his beautiful dolled up his face was so endearing. "oh- fuck!" you came without warning, grabbing onto his hair and forcing him into your core, shuddering as he you could hear him choking. he wasn't protesting but rather gulping up whatever he could as if it was holy.

not a single drop had fell to the floor as you expected from him. once you released your grip on your lover's head, he pulled back to take in a hefty breath of air. you almost cooed at the sight, your juices had stuck to his lips and his cheeks.

he looked dazed as if he was the one who just experienced the leg shaking climax you had just climbed down from. keigo made sure to lap up the excess cum from his face as he watched you layed on the edge of your shared bed. “what a pretty boy,” you peck him on his cheek.

"come here keigo," you patted your thigh. he obeyed wordlessly, sitting on your thigh. "you're going to ride my thigh, m'kay baby?" you grabbed onto his hips and he looked with you a soft curious gaze, "i've never done that before..." you could feel his throbbing cock through his panties, a slight wetness as you felt the precum seeping through the cotton. his wings were twitching slightly as you moved your hands slightly.

"i'll help you," you helped him snap up his hips with the aid of your thigh rubbing against his heat. he choked slightly with the sudden pleasure, sending hot shivers from his legs to his wings.

you guide his hips for a little more after before he finally gets the hang of it. soon enough you were both huffing from the friction. the pink twinge from being out of breath started to arise on keigo's cheeks. "mommy..." he mewls, keeping himself steady with one hand while biting the other to keep him from crying out.

"there you go, baby, keep going," you say watching him throw his head back and pick up his pace. he hums as the bed begins to rock from him moving up and down your thigh. "fuck, mommy- help!" he cries, clearly unsatisfied with the work he was getting accomplished. "patience, keigo," you hum, cupping his chin, stroking it with your thumb and watching his flushed cheeks flare up even more as his frustration grew.

his wings flapped in disarray as he cried once more about not being able to feel enough. it was a slow climb but he began to finally feel it in his stomach. he groans and grunts as he winces at the friction.

"ah!" he shifts the hindering fabric of the skirt out of his way as he starts to rub up against your thigh harder. "oh shit, oh god!" his wings were beating now, his breathing becoming shallow and ragged. he continued to scale in pitch as his high had built up. he was clearly trying to hold onto it but he was not doing too hot.

he let out a loud cry as he came, his legs shuddering as he gripped onto your thigh to support him. his wings had spread out briefly before he had been left panting. the cum had leaked from the fabric seeping onto your thigh.

he wasn't as ruined as you wanted him to be. you were ready for him to only swear by the four walls where all this had taken place. you decided you didn't want to watch keigo come down from his high so you grabbed hold of his thighs once again.

"mistress what are you—" he tenses as your rubbed his sensitive cock against your thighs again. his lips form into an "o" before he was quick to follow up, whining as he complying to get himself off.

keigo's lips trembled as whimpers were caught up in his throat, purposely trying to muffle them. you were sure the he would so much louder than he was letting on. "look at you," you purr, watching him struggle, "so obedient... you really are my little bitch boy, huh, kei?"

you sent a smack to his ass making him squeak softly in return. you could feel his legs tensing as he grinds against you, pushing through the pleasure which vibrates through his lower half.

“ugh!” keigo groans, feeling the knot build up in his stomach. his breathing became caught in his throat as he craved more and more friction. “please- oh- please!” he gasped out as the high came once again and this time he came harder with a strangled moan tearing from his throat.

the blonde hums as he rides it out and you feel the cum dribble from your leg down to your sheets. you motion to take off his panties, discarding the ruined material. “hmm, are you going to fuck me, now,” he asks, the slight shifting of his member rubbing against your thigh making him shudder.

he was sweaty, covered in the mixture of his own juices. keigo looked so ready to sprawl out in front of you and take you in. “so desperate are we?” you sat up and gripped his hips once again. “a-again? it’s too sensitive...” he mewls, “it’s way too sensitive- ah!” he couldn’t do anything else but to comply, gripping onto your back as his ragged moans fell out of his mouth subconsciously.

tears started to prick at the corner of his eyes, resting his chin on your collarbone. he moved his hips unsteadily, every movement followed by his moaning. “i can’t do this!” he cries, feeling the skin rub against skin. he shook his head as his whole body started to twitch and his wings flapped vigorously.

you rubbed the sensitive areas of his wings, you knew how he twisted up and writhed under your touch. he was even louder than before. “mistress! mistress! i’m going to burst- fuck!” his whole body was racking up with moans as he came on you once again.

he felt like liquid in your hands, warping to every touch. little murmurs of him reciting, “so good,” filed your ears as you kissed his already abused neck.

you almost felt bad for what he was going to have to endure. “grind on my thigh again,” keigo’s eyes widened at your request, “my little bitch boy,” he seemed to love that nickname because he began to get at it.

endless whimpers seemed to come out of his mouth, he sounded so ruined and overwhelmed. keigo’s eyeliner was starting to run and smear, his hair was a mess, and drool was dripping from his lips. he barely could move on his own, his movement hitching as he failed to keep rhythm.

he seemed to pause at times to catch his breath, huffing and looking up at you with desperation. you gave in, taking charge of his hips and creating friction between you two once again at a steadier pace. his hands now abandoned your thigh, not being able to keep up with it. “god, you’re such a whore for me aren’t you!”

keigo could only moan in response, nodding frantically squeezing his eyes shut. he desperately tried to find something grab onto, leaning back to grab onto the sheets. “it’s too much! too much!” the blonde cries. you grin and take a hold of his jaw, “quit your crying,” he whimpers and obeys continuing to ride out with no complaint, “i’m coming!” he yelps, his voice hoarse and dry from the amount of vocalizing he had done.

“oh, god, look at him,” you thought. you held him as he shuddered. you had never pushed him this far to where every part of his body was responding to your loving touch.

you helped him stand up, his knees buckling from the instability. “this is not over, kei,” you say, grabbing a piece of cloth and tying it securely around his wrists in from of him. the way he looked at you so submissively and timidly sometimes, jesus....

“am i going to get the strap?” he voice cracking a little bit from how worn it got. his question was soon answered when he felt it brushing up against him.

you moved him down to lay on his chest. his flushed cock laying against his stomach. you picked up the back of his skirt and had his legs spread out for you as you prepped his hole. you ignored his whorish remark to just put it in raw, lubing up his hole. he gasps at the feeling of your fingers stretching him out, squirming under your touch.

“put it in already, kid, i—“ a slap came towards his ass, he shut himself up with a whimper. “listen, keigo, i’m in charge here. it’s mistress to you.” you growled and you peaked at his starry eyed look, feeling him clench a bit in response. “what a brat,” you slap his ass one more time before helping him back up to his feet.

you readied at his hole, leaning into him with your breath hitting his ear. “oh, shit,” he whines as he feels the tip start to enter him slowly. you made sure he felt every inch of the strap, “you like that, huh?” you started hum in you ear, switching the vibrating side that you had inside on.

keigo just nodded, squeezing his eyes shut and letting out curses. his tied up hands were clawing at the cloth in attempt to relieve the pressure from the pleasure. you bottomed out inside of him, feeling the vibrating end graze over your g-spot making you moan softly with him.

you started to drag yourself in his walls which made hum. once you got the hang of things, you started thrusting faster, bringing your hands up under his shirt, tease his aroused nipples. his face twisted up in satisfaction with your actions. you kissed his atop collarbone, praising his body all the while, “you’re so incredibly pretty when you take the strap like this,” he eats up the compliment, an expression filled with euphoria.

you didn’t keep this up for long, soon enough, he was shaking at your thrusting. “hmm- fuck!” he whines, drawling out his moaning, “let me feel all of you, mommy! punish me for being the dirty little slut, i am!”

he collapses onto the sheets below him, not being able to keep upright any longer. you smack his ass, thrusting in deeper as he screams in pleasure. he manages to break the cloth binding from around his wrists and his hands immediately groped onto the sheets as you continued to fuck him over the side of the bed.

he was gone all that came out were moans and cries afterward as he came once again on the sheets.

you pulled out of him and flipped him over to his back, changing course and fucking him into the sheets. you were rough with it, his hips would definitely show bruising as you dug your nails into his sides. his the black skirt that was hugging around his waist was going to be stained with him all over it.

“it hurts so much but it feels so good, please, just choke me!” his request had shocked you, but you complied and wrapped your dominant hand around his neck, squeezing at the sides. he let out choked gasps and moans as his tongue lolls out of his mouth and his eyes roll back in his head at the overwhelming sense of bliss.

“oh fuck, baby! you’re my little bottom bitch, fuck!” you felt yourself coming at his blissed our expression, slowing down and pulling out and bottoming in him, hitting his prostate each time causing him to letting out a strangled cry through your choking.

“please, mommy, make me cum!” his breathing didn’t slow down as you tortured his prostate. he promptly came not being able to take the amount of rounds he had gone through and such intense love toward his body.

he looked up at you as you took your hand off his neck. “you treat me so well,” he panted as he received kisses to the jaw and around his face. his body was tiring out and he looked ready to settle and sleep. “you’re so precious, kei,” you say while helping him clean himself up, “i don’t know what i’d do without you,”

#my hero academia #boku no academia #boku no hero fanfic #bnha #bnha oneshots #mha #bnha smut #mha smut #sub hawks #hawks x reader #hawks headcanons #wing hero hawks #femboy #femboy hawks

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jongteez · 3 years

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3.4k words seongjoong smut oneshot

🩸TW // knife play, blood play

"sit!" hongjoong's demanding voice echoed through their shared room.

seonghwa stared at him with wide eyes.

"wh-"

"I said sit!!!"

the elder's eyebrows remained knitted together as he made his way towards the wooden chair on the other side of the room. he just came out of the shower, wearing nothing except for a-

"towel!! take it off!"

oh. oh this was going to be a sexual thing, the elder realised, a spark of excitement spreading through his body as he dropped the towel onto the floor before his warm butt made contact with the cold surface of the chair.

"good boy. now let me teach you a lesson." hongjoong's voice sounded calmer now as he made his way towards the other male. he pulled something from his pocket. a piece of black silk. seonghwa's view lingered on the wall across from him as hongjoong walked behind him and suddenly, seonghwa saw nothing. it was a blindfold.

the taller silently smiled to himself. this was going to be an interesting night.

as soon as he thought hongjoong's warmth had left him, his arms were pulled back by the other's tiny hands. from the tightening feeling against his wrists, seonghwa assumed that the younger was currently tying his hands to the chair with another silky ribbon.

he heard a creak of the wooden floor to his right before fingers gently traced along his jawline, tilting his head upwards. suddenly, a pair of soft, warm lips against his own. then, they were gone.

the elder whined at the loss.

"Joongie no teasing. please, no teasing"

"oh shut up. i haven't even started yet. be patient." hongjoong's voice came from somewhere in front of him.

now that he'd lost his ability to see, his other senses became hyper aware of everything around him. the rustling of fabric and creaking floor boards brought him to the conclusion that hongjoong was getting undressed. his cock slightly twitched at the thought, though he was disappointed he couldn't take in the view of hongjoong's perfectly built frame, the slight outline of his abs and his perfect, buff chest.

he heard the sound of hongjoong's bare feet against the cold floor, his breath hitching due to hongjoong's warm presence right in front of him as the younger suddenly spoke.

"since you've been such a little pussy, i'll teach you how to hurt me tonight. are you excited, hwa?" seonghwa swallowed hard. he could tell the younger was smirking by the tone of his voice.

it was true that seonghwa was too careful. hongjoong told him a long time ago that he had a pain kink, that he loved to be hurt. and of course hwa wanted to be a good boyfriend and tried to satisfy his boyfriend. but it wasn't that easy. he couldn't bear seeing the love of his life in pain, didn't want him to go through that, even if it pleasured him. hongjoong had often complained about it after their little sessions, telling him how he needed to spank him harder, how he had to tone down the constant pauses to make sure hongjoong was doing all right.

seonghwa was torn out of his thoughts when he felt a hand wrap around his dick, giving it several slow strokes. the tall male threw his head back and gasped, pleasure washing over him. he felt light headed as blood rushed into his hardening cock.

and then, nothing. hongjoong had stepped back again, the room becoming silent apart from seonghwa's heavy breathing.

suddenly, he recognized that sound of hongjoong spitting and almost simultaniously he felt something warm and wet slide down the length of his cock. hongjoong's saliva.

seonghwa didn't have time to process anything when he suddenly felt hongjoong's knees beside his thighs, arms gently wrapping around his neck and a warm sensation around the head of his cock. when he heard a sharp inhale it finally dawned on him that hongjoong was slowly inserting seonghwa's cock into his plump ass. without lube. which must've hurt like crazy.

the grey haired male was about to ask hongjoong if he was alright but his actions were interrupted by a loud, high pitched moan.

"fuck. fuck this feels so good hwx. love feeling you inside me like this." the younger gasped against his ear. he lifted himself up and dropped back down all the way, repeating his movements as he got used to the stretch, his eyes rolling back from the overwhelming pleasure.

the taller boy didn't really know how to react. he wasn't able to move but he must admit, he loved the feeling of hongjoong. only hongjoong. it sparked excitement somewhere deep inside seonghwa as he too, started moaning at the thight feeling around his cock.

"s- seonghwa please. want more. please go rough. please go super rough." the elder was too far gone for a proper response, just nodding his head desperately as hongjoong slowed his thrusts to reach behind seonghwa and quickly untie the silk ribbon from seonghwa's wrists. the moment he succeeded, the two were all over each other.

hongjoong cupped seonghwa's jaw, smashing their lips together into a filthy wet kiss while seonghwa's hands slowly trailed from the other's nipples over the perfect dip of his hips to finally rest on hongjoong's smooth thighs.

the younger resumed hopping up and down on seonghwa's pulsing length, giving seonghwa's swollen lips one last peck before he connected his mouth with seonghwa's honey colored neck.

the blindfolded man threw his head back, hongjoong feeling the vibrations of seonghwa's moans against his lips and tongue.

and as the elder started roaming his hands over hongjoong's plump ass, he suddenly remembered hongjoong's desire. he gathered up all his courage and slowly guided the palm of his hands from hongjoong's ass back to his thighs. and without warning, he rammed his fingernails into hongjoong's skin as hard as his fingers would allow it, scraping along the length of hongjoong's thighs. seonghwa knew this would leave marks for days but hongjoong's reaction was priceless. the younger moaned against his neck so loud the neighbors could definitely hear. he pulled seonghwa's body impossibly close as his hips twitched in uncontrollable jolts, hongjoong losing all control as the burning pain from his thighs spread goosebumps over his entire body.

the mixture of hongjoong's hot breath against his neck, his tight hole clenching around his dick and maybe also his own nails digging into hongjoong's soft flesh were driving seonghwa insane. it took every cell in his body to keep himself from cumming right then and there.

hongjoong had stopped riding seonghwa and was holding him so close, seonghwa would've complained about being suffocated if this were under any other circumstance.

"holy shit seonghwa i almost came."

hongjoong panted against the elder's messy hair as seonghwa smiled to himself but didn't bother to reply.

"hwa- please, bed. please continue on the bed." hongjoong needily whispered against seonghwa's ear. the elder held his hips for support as hongjoong slowly lifted his body up, whimpering when his hole clenched around nothing. when he finally got used to the emptiness, he limped behind seonghwa and untied the silk blindfold.

"go sit on the bed. i'll be there in a moment." hongjoong said as one hand gently carded through seonghwa's hair. the tall boy didn't need to be told twice, immediately walking across the room to let his long, slim body slump into the matress. in the meantime hongjoong pulled a small black box from the closet before making his way towards seonghwa. said man audibly gasped when he saw hongjoong's thighs. eight long, red stripes going from his groin to his knees, single droplets of blood pooling at the surface. when hongjoong kneeled down on the matress in front of him, he couldn't take his eyes off of the bright red liquid on the younger's milky thighs. with a worried look seonghwa placed a hand on hongjoong's thigh, running his index finger along one of the scratches. the taller male could hear a sharp inhale from the younger but seonghwa could only pay attention to the way hongjoong's dick twitched at the stinging pain.

and that's when seonghwa realized, this wasn't bad. this wasn't bad at all. seeing the small male so affected from seonghwa hurting him, it was kind of hot. a smirk appeared on seonghwa's plump lips as he stretched his hand out on hongjoong's thigh, grabbing at the beautiful skin, applying more pressure onto the wounds. hongjoong felt like he was about to lose his mind. he quickly set the black box aside after a loud moan escaped his mouth. his hips twitched uncontrollably as seonghwa slowly ran his hands up and down the wounded thighs. but the hottest thing was the elder's facial expression. his lips were slightly parted and his breathing became heavier. he seemed so fascinated by the view of his hands smearing little droplets of blood over the milky surface of hongjoong's perfect thighs.

hongjoong felt like a whole army of butterflies was running wild in his tummy. he couldn't resist any longer as he quickly climbed onto seonghwa's lap, slamming their lips together. the elder immediately kissed back, shoving his tongue into hongjoong's mouth, which the blue haired boy gladly accepted.

and for the first time ever, seonghwa did not hold back. he urgently grinded their hard dicks together, his hands moving to hongjoong's back this time, scraping his nails along the skin there.

"hongjoong. fuck. i want to mark you up so good. want to hurt you. want to make you scream my name. so pretty for me." seonghwa mumbled against hongjoong's lips.

the stinging coming from his thighs and shoulder blades sent the younger so far into sub space, he wasn't exactly sure anymore what his own name was. he just knew he was a good pup for his master. he leaned back in to get a taste of seonghwa's tongue but the elder pulled away this time, smiling at hongjoong's long whine. he quickly gripped hongjoong by the hips and leaned forward until the younger's back crashed into the matress, seonghwa now hovering above him.

"let master mark you up, hm? gonna show everybody what a good little toy you are. you're so pretty. my pretty little slut. does that sound good?"

hongjoong didn't respond, too far gone to form a proper sentence. he blankly stared up at the love of his life when suddenly, a loud slap against his cheeck. then, seonghwa took the younger's jaw, tilting his head up.

"come on. i need verbal consent from you, angel."

"y- yes want to be good for master. please mark me up. please use me." hongjoong half spoke, half moaned as tears brimmed in his hooded eyes, his cheek burning red from the impact.

satisfied, seonghwa loosened the harsh grip on his jaw before moving downward, attatching his lips with hongjoong's neck. he sucked several hickeys into the smooth skin while the younger moaned and whined non-stop, his body twisting and turning at the overwhelming feeling. seonghwa felt the beautiful vibrations against his mouth and felt hongjoong desperately grinding his hips against seonghwa's own. when seonghwa leaned back, there were 6 beautiful red bruises along hongjoong's neck and collarbone. he didn't waste too much time staring at hongjoong's wrecked expression before he kissed along the line of bruises. his lips then travelled further towards hongjoong's buff chest and finally reached one of his nipples. seonghwa's hand wandered from the younger's hips to the other nipple, gently pinching it while his tongue circled around the other pink bud. hongjoong's whines were gorgeous as his small body twitched beneath seonghwa's big frame. the grey haired male then carefully bit hongjoong's puffy nipple, playing with it between his theeth. this seemed to drive hongjoong insane as the boy moaned loudly, grinding their dicks together, smearing their mixed precum everywhere. seonghwa continued his actions as hongjoong's thrusts got quicker and irratic.

"fuck fuck. gonna come hwa. hwa~"

the boy gasped beneath him, digging his hands into seonghwa's hair, harshly gripping at the strands as he came. spurts of cum shot out of his pulsing cock, painting both their tummies white.

seonghwa glanced down at the mess before dropping his body on top of hongjoong's and kissing him hard. the kiss was filled with so much passion and love, lips slowly moving against each other as seonghwa felt hongjoong's heavy breathing against his cheek while the younger came down from his high.

it was only when hongjoong wrapped his arms around seonghwa's waist that the elder pulled back.

"do you want to continue? i can just jerk off if it's too much for you" seonghwa whispered before pecking hongjoong's nose softly.

"no please, i can handle a second round. you haven't even opened the box yet"

oh yeah. the box. seonghwa had forgotten about the box on the bed. he quickly sat up, still seated on hongjoong's warm thighs as he picked up the box and removed the lid.

the container filled with a diversity of items. the first thing he could identify was a pair of handcuffs. next he saw a black collar, a vibrator, a buttplug, some anal beads and finally

"a knife?" seonghwa looked at his partner with a shocked expression.

hongjoong was still a bit exhausted from his orgasm but he lifted his head and smirked down at seonghwa.

"i trust you. you seemed to enjoy scratching my thighs open so what's different about this?"

seonghwa took a second to think about it. he wasn't wrong. if he'd be careful, the knife wouldn't be much different. and the sight of hongjoong's thighs did kind of make his dick rock hard earlier, so why not give this a try?

the elder took a deep breath and turned back to hongjoong "can i handcuff you while i use he knife?" he asked carefully, staring deep into the smaller boy's eyes to make sure he was giving an honest response. seonghwa definitely wanted this. his dick twitched just by thinking about it. but hongjoong's safety always came first.

hongjoong seemed to be considering it for a few moments since they had never done anything like this before. but he knew seonghwa would never go outside his comfort zone, so he nodded his head yes.

"verbal answer. and tell me your color."

"green. and handcuffs are ok."

"good boy. you know how to use the colors, right? immediately tell me if you want me to do anything different or slow down"

hongjoong rolled his eyes impatiently "yes daddy"

"little brat" seonghwa giggled, taking the handcuffs from the box and sitting down next to hongjoong's torso. the younger obediently lifted his arms, ready for what was to come next. seonghwa fastened the handcuff around one wrist before looping the other half around the bed frame and finally capturing hongjoong's other hand in the metal ring.

"so pretty for me." seonghwa's voice was lower than the mariana trench at this point and it made a shiver run down hongjoong's spine.

the elder carded a gentle hand through hongjoong's hair, leaning down to press a gentle kiss against the small male's forehead "now, remember your colors."

hongjoong nodded his head yes. seonghwa had gotten too impatient to ask for a verbal answer this time as he spread hongjoong's knees apart and sat down between them, retrieving the knife from the box as his other hand rested on hongjoong's warm thigh in a comforting manner.

the knife was about 4 inches long, with a perfectly cleaned blade and a dark red mahogany handle which laid perfectly in seonghwa's hand.

"ready?" seonghwa stares deep into hongjoong's eyes.

"yes. god yes. please just do it. i've been waiting so long for this." the blue haired boy begged.

seonghwa knew this was true. hongjoong had talked about this for a long time. and he was finally in a headspace where he could satisfy hongjoong's needs.

he took the knife into his right hand. paying close attention that he was holding it correctly and securely before starting.

but before he brought the knife anywhere near hongjoong, the grey haired male wrapped his left hand around hongjoong's semi hard dick, smearing the precum around the head of the half hard member.

his cock fit so perfectly into seonghwa's hand, angry red color making such a beautiful contrast to seonghwa's pale hands.

a few strokes were enough for hongjoong's cock to become fully erect again. hongjoong had always had a drooly cock, and as always the precum was making the handjob filthily wet, squelshing sounds echoing throughout the room.

just as hongjoong was approaching his second climax, seonghwa took his hand away from hongjoong's pulsing cock, not reacting to the younger's desperate whine.

"ready?" seonghwa wispered one last time as he kissed the inside of the other male's thigh before sitting back up.

he gently guided his right hand with the knife towards hongjoong's stomach. the elder could visibly see hongjoong's cock twitch from anticipation as he carefully brought the sharp, cold blade in contact with hongjoong's milky skin. at first, seonghwa remained extremely gentle, not wanting to break through skin just yet. he admired the way the blade smoothly trailed along hongjoong's skin, goosebumps spreading over the younger's body.

"m- more" hongjoong begged, trying his best to not push his thighs together like a horny teenager in search of friction on his neglected cock.

the younger got a simple hum in response as the other male was too ingulfed in watching the shiny blade run along the younger's smooth skin.

the younger was breathing heavily as he watched seonghwa's every move, knowing that he was trusting the elder with his life.

with parted lips seonghwa gently trailed the cold blade along hongjoong's hip bone, along the base of his cock and finally reached the younger's thigh. impatiently, he took ahold of the skin which had been torn apart by his nails earlier in order to spread hongjoong's thighs apart even more.

he paused the movements of the knife as he looked up at hongjoong. the male had his mouth open, a bit of drool escaping the corner of his lips as he stared deep into seonghwa's eyes with his own hooded ones. seonghwa smirked at the boy with dark eyes before his vision adverted downwards again.

he heard the repetetive thumping of his heart in his chest as he finally pushed the blade into the skin, along the inside of the younger's thigh. he was very careful to only harm the outer layer of the skin but that was enough to earn a beautiful moan from the younger as the male tried to keep his hips from twitching. when seonghwa removed the knife, there was a 10cm long cut, running horizontally from his inner thigh all the way to the scratches from earlier.

the grey haired male whispered a "fuck" under his breath. he felt oddly.... relieved.

that red, long mark would definitely leave a scar. a little souvenir for hongjoong to remember who he belonged to.

without thinking, seonghwa lifted the knife again, this time moving much quicker as he added two more cuts parallel to the previous one.

they were a little shorter than the first one but it was so hot to look at, seonghwa almost felt dizzy. right in front of him were three perfect cuts, little drops of blood dribbeling out of them as they made their way from hongjoong's thigh onto the bed sheet, spreading the bright red substance on the white fabric. speaking of hongjoong, the boy was just as far gone. his cock was harder than ever before, laying heavy and neglected on his stomach. he was moaning and breathing heavily as a mixture of tears and drool made his face shiny in the dim light of the room.

"fuck, angel you're so beautiful" seonghwa whispered. he scooted backwards, taking his own hard cock into one hand as he bent forward, tongue slowly gliding along one of the cuts. hongjoong couldn't help but whine at the sting as he made eye contact with seonghwa who led his long, blood covered tongue back into his mouth, swollowing the substance. and decided he loved the irony taste from his lover's body. he quickly leaned down again, the strokes on his cock speeding up as his tongue hungrily lapped at the cuts.

hongjoong felt like he had all air knocked out of him. his moans were so loud, so desperate, as his entire body twitched, spreading his thighs as much as possible so hwa could access the little injuries easier. there was a constant clanking of handcuffs against the bed as hongjoong felt like he was about to pass out from the overwhelming pleasure.

"oh my god, hwa, i'm gonna- hwa oh, oh, ah fuck seonghwa shit" hongjoong's series of curses grew louder as he finally reached his second orgasm of the night, the white liquid shooting out of his untouched cock as his vision went blurry from the intensity of it all.

he hadn't properly come down yet when seongwa felt his own climax approaching. the elder quickly abandoned the bleeding thigh to crawl next to hongjoong's head, shoving the tip of his cock into hongjoong's mouth as he quickly stoked himself over the edge, the blue haired male obediently swollowing everything. when seonghwa pulled out, hongjoong's face was a mess. his hair was stuck to his forehead with sweat, there was drool and tears smeared everywhere and his dark red lips had a hint of soenghwa's white cum on them.

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as seonghwa caught his breath, he quickly slipped back into his motherly personality, gasping as he remembered the state of hongjoong's thighs. he quickly put the abandoned knife onto the desk before grabbing a little key from the box of items, sitting back down next to hongjoong. he quickly opened the handcuffs as hongjoong let his arms fall beside him, looking defeated.

seonghwa gave the boy a gentle kiss on the forehead before heading to the other side of the room, retrieving their first aid kit from the upper shelf.

"are you ok baby? i'm here. you can rest now. i'll take good care of you"

"felt so good" hongjoong mumbled, keeping his eyes closed.

seonghwa smiled at that. hongjoong was always such a good boy, grateful for everything he's given.

meanwhile the elder had cleaned up hongjoong's thighs with a tissue. the bleeding had stopped in most places but there was still new blood pooling in some places.

"baby i'll put some saline solution on the cuts, ok? this might burn a bit." seonghwa warned as he got the little cotton ball ready, gently dabbing it over the wounds. there was a sharp inhale from hongjoong but other than that, the younger took it well.

"honey bun we'll go take a quick bath. remind me to put a bandage on you afterwards." the elder gently spoke before scooping hongjoong's limp body up and carrying him to the bathroom. as he let bath tub fill with water, hongjoong watched him with tired eyes from across the room where seonghwa had placed him on the counter.

seonghwa gave him a reassuring smile, walking back over to hongjoong and wrapping his arms around the other's slim, naked body. they stayed like this for a bit, gently rocking back and forth as hongjoong placed his head in the crook of seonghwa's neck.

"and you're really okay?"

"never been better" hongjoong's voice was warm against seonghwa's neck as he pulled the younger even closer, a fuzzy feeling in his tummy.

when the bath was half full, seonghwa added his favorite lavender bathbomb before helping hongjoong into the tub, gently placing him down before sitting down across from him. he took one of the soft white wash cloths from the edge of the tub and began cleaning hongjoong up. he first washed the younger's face, satisfied when the tear and cum stains finally disappeared. he then moved on to the younger's hair, running water over it with a plastic cup before adding shampoo and washing it out again. hongjoong had his eyes closed throughout the whole thing, relaxing into seonghwa's gentle touches.

when the elder finally finished cleaning hongjoong and himself, he pulled the younger close. hongjoong's small body now leaning against seonghwa's, his frame fitting perfectly between the elder's legs.

"you're such a good boy. you're the best boy." seonghwa whispered against his ear as gentle fingers trailed along hongjoong's arms and multiple kisses were placed onto his cheek.

hongjoong didn't quite have the energy to reply, quickly drifting into a peaceful sleep, slow breaths tickling seonghwa's neck.

he awoke a while later when seonghwa placed his body onto the matress. apperantly the elder had dried him off and put underwear on him while he was asleep and was now standing next to the bed, smiling down at him when hongjoong opened his eyes.

the elder then pulled a little bandage out of the little first aid kit and gently wrapped it around the part of hongjoong's thigh which had the knife cuts. he payed close attention to not tie the bandage too tight as he knew the skin must be very sensitive.

soon after, seonghwa placed the box and bandage onto the floor before scooting closer to hongjoong's head.

"you ok? i'll go get us a glass of water. you must be thirsty." seonghwa spoke, leaning down to give hongjoong another peck on the forehead.

when he returned, hongjoong sat up, taking the glass from seonghwa and downing half of it in a few big gulps. when he was finished, seonghwa took the glass from him, placing it onto their shared desk before he turned the ceiling light off and joined hongjoong's tired body in bed.

the elder immediately pulled the blanket over both of them, hugging hongjoong close to his chest.

"i love you"

"i love you too, you little sadist" hongjoong giggled, kissing seonghwa's bare chest before leaning up to give him one last kiss on the lips and then cuddling into seonghwa's warmth before both of them drifted into deep sleep, their bodies intertwined in a mess of limbs.

#seongjoong #ateez #seongjoong smut #ateez smut

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colossal-fallout · 3 years

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Historia x fem!reader where historia has a secret sex dungeon and when the reader comes back from a risky expedition with the scouts, historia takes her there and fucks the reader silly (bonus historia like to be called mommy😏)

I love anons minds. Truly, I do.

Service to your Queen 👑

Warnings: 18+ NSFW. Dom Historia X Fem reader. Mommy kink.

"Your majesty. The survey corps have returned."

Queen Historia stood gazing out of the window, longingly. She belonged here in the palace; to keep the law and order of the land.

But god's, did her heart belong out there...

Out there fighting for freedom. Out there where returning home is not a guarantee but glory awaits you either way. Out there where you were, opposing the immense oppression of not only the titans, but of the fellow human beings across the ocean. The ocean that was almost mythical to her at this point - she still hadn't witnessed the wonder of the edge of her world.

"Is that so?" She replies, turning her head slightly; her rose tinted lips parting.

The meeting went well.

Historia had all of her old comrades around a huge polished table, one in which the strong scent of varnish would sting your nostrils. Whenever her old team would come to the palace to report and strategize their next move it warmed her heart. She kept them under her roof in the luxurious rooms and made sure they were fed well and pampered. After all, they weren't only fighting for the future of her Kingdom, but they were her friends.

Then there was you.

"Y/N." She pulls you aside after dinner, the room relaxed, satisfied and grateful; chatting in sporadic areas of the large dining hall leasuirely.

"Yes, your majesty?" You bow your head slightly, hiding the lustful glint in your eye.

Your lover didn't have to be queen for you to see her as royalty.

"Come with me." She orders simply.

You nod and you both slip out of the room, your shoes padding on the soft velvet carpet that centres the marble floor as you follow her down the hallway.

"I hear that you've just returned from a particularly dangerous expedition."

"Yes." You nod, keeping formalities - for now.

"I see."

She turns down a more narrow hallway one that looked slightly misplaced in the lavish royal palace.

"... Historia?" You ask, dropping the act now there was no chance of anyone hearing you. "Where are we going?"

"My new playroom."

Playroom?

You imagined her, this grown woman sitting with her crown on her head playing with dolls and combing their hair. You sure hoped she wasn't going to make you have a fucking tea party.

You reach a door when she stops and pulls out a key, unlocking it and heading inside. When you follow her into what looks like an abandoned library, she locks the door behind you.

Oh? Does she mean a playroom where she's renovating?

Her heels that are hidden by her flowing gown click across the floorboards, when she stops in a seemingly random area near the back wall.

"Did you miss me?" She asks, her large eyes gazing at you.

"Of course..."

Without replying she stomps her foot down and a trapdoor swings open seemingly out of nowhere.

"Uh..." You begin.

"Shut up. Follow me."

Grabbing a torch off the wall she begins to decend the stone stairs beneath the floor, you following meekly behind.

"You're... Not going to kill me, are you?" You frown as you sink into the inky darkeness.

A soft laugh escapes her throat. "No."

As you walk, you wonder if the royal treatment has gone to her head and she was about to show you some secret torture chamber with some Marleyan's inside. Your mind wanders into weird territory as it usually did, musing how it would feel if she had somehow got Reiner down there or Annie.

You weren't too far off with the torture chamber.

When she opened the door at the bottom there was a table in the centre of a well lit room and the wall was lined with strap ons, dildos, chains, whips... You name it.

Your eyes widen at the sight.

Oh. A playroom.

"Remove your clothes " she orders, casually undoing her royal cape and hanging it on a shabby looking coat rack.

"Um -"

"Now."

You happily oblige, your fingers not being able to move quick enough as she stands in front of you and removes her dress, her gorgeous body in all of its glory bare before you.

"Fuck..." You sigh, walking over, ready to devour her.

"No. You can't touch me." She steps back. "Lie on the table."

Your hands hesitate, wanting nothing more than to grope those beautiful tits and slide your fingers down her slit.

But she pushes you over anyway laying you down harshly before tying your hands above your head.

"Historia?" You frown but you're excited, dying to feel her soft skin against yours.

"Address me properly." She replies as she's fastening your bonds, not even looking at you.

"Your majesty?"

"No."

"My queen?"

She grabs your face and straddles you her warm pussy on your lower stomach.

"Try again."

"...Mommy?"

She bites her bottom lip devishly before rewarding you by sliding her tongue into your mouth, slowly and deeply swirling it around your cave.

"Good girl." She breathes as she pulls away, leaving you yearning for more.

She leans up and raises her arms above her head, fiddling with the grips that held in her elegant plaited bun. The shape of her body this way drove you wild; her hips snaking into her slim waist up to her breasts... You wanted nothing more but to touch her. And when that clip came out and her blonde hair spilled down around her...

"Holy shit, you're gorgeous..." You breathe, having missed her far too much.

She looks down and smirks, those small yet puffy lips being ran over by her tongue. "Theres so much I want you to do to me, y/n..." She begins, slowly moving herself up your body on her knees. "But there's a lot more that I want to do to you."

You hum with arousal as she lowers her small pink pussy onto your face, her legs by your head and her fingers gripping at your hair as she slowly rocks her hips back and forth on your tongue.

"Ah~" she makes a sound like she'd just sank into a warm bath, her eyes closing in bliss having missed your warm tongue lapping at her clit. Her hips gyrate and rock, her sweet scent filling your nose and her even sweeter taste soaking into your mouth. Her fingers flex in your strands, humming and sighing like she'd just returned home from a hard days work.

She begins to rock faster, her body been empty from you for too long, her climax already quickly approaching. Her thighs squeeze against your head, her skin muffling the sounds of her gasps which are getting more desperate.

"Y-you're not going any- ah, anywhere." She breathes, her face begining to turn pink. "Y- you're staying in here forever. Haa~ ah ~!"

Her legs squeeze you tighter as her cum begins to dribble out of her tight hole, splashing around your lips, your vibrating moan only making her feel even more in the arms of bliss. Her back straightens the view from beneath her something only a god could carve.

With a satisfied hum, she climbs off you; your face flushed and wet, your body aching for her. She stalks around to between your legs, your pussy quivering with arousal and dripping - as if crying for her to ruin you.

Her tongue laps up the bead of wetness and up your folds to your clit, circling it while caressing you thighs with her soft hands, grazing her nails softly on the insides of your legs, teasingly.

"Oh, Historia..." You pur, eyes rolling at the touch of her warm muscle.

She pulls her mouth away. "What did I tell you, gorgeous?" Her own asphyxiating lust clouding her sky blues.

"Mommy..." You moan as her slender, feminine finger circles your bundle of nerves.

"You're such a good girl." She grins before returning her mouth to your cunt, sliding her delicate fingers inside your clenching tunnel.

"Yes..." You sigh. "God I missed you. You make me feel so... Ah! So fucking good."

Curling her fingers she relishes in how good you taste, better than any meal the grand palace could ever provide.

"Yes! Mommy... Please. Let me touch you!"

Hearing that word on your own accord made something inside of her snap, a tightness in her lower stomach that had to be addressed immediately.

Removing herself she straddles you again, this time on your pubic bone, leaning forward and freeing your hands that instantly glue themself to her hips as she begins to rock and grind between your legs; the warm thick slick reducing friction but intensifying pleasure.

"y/n... Ah, yes! My brave soldier... Oh... God!" She calls out riding you, her hips rolling again and again, her tits jiggling as she pulls your nipples with her fingers.

"Yes! Fuck! Mommy! Fuck me!" You cry, your orgasm threatening the boundaries of your reality.

Hearing you say that again makes her cum instantly, her clenching cunt pushing you over your edge, rocking her harder by her waist as you leave your body and ascend into the heavens.

Your eyes flicker open once you calm down, your legs shivering, lower stomach covered in the queen's cum.

She runs her tongue up your entire body, collecting your mixture of arousal and sliding it into your mouth with a groan.

"You serve your queen well."

#attack on titan #snk #snk imagines #snk season 4 #historia #snk historia #attack on titan x you #historia x reader #historia reiss #snk x y/n #snk x reader #snk x you #snk smut

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matthewfairchildfanclub · 4 years

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TSC except it's incorrect quotes and it's part 2 and it's really fucking long sorry.

Cordelia: I like your top.

James, wearing a very bright shirt: Thank-

Matthew: Thanks dude, I like you to.

Anna: Gender is a game and I have the cheat codes.

Clary, at Starbucks: Can I get a venti caramel macchiato with, uh... seven shots of espresso.

Simon, behind her: Jesus Christ, Clary, just do cocaine.

James: If you were to die, what would be your last words?

Matthew: Finally.

James: No-

Izzy, on the phone with Magnus: Is it okay if I bring my weird roommate?

Simon: Would you please stop calling me that.

Clary: You sure you're sober enough to drive?

Jace: Yeah, I didn't drink anything.

Clary: Okay, go get the car.

Alec: [running after Jace]

Clary: It's okay, he's sober!

Alec: HE DOESN'T KNOW HOW TO DRIVE!

Will: Jem, you have beautiful eyes.

Jem: You too.

Tessa: ...

Tessa: Did I miss something?

Will: I'm straight, I just like his eyes.

Tessa: You're gay for his eyes.

Will: Exactly!

Will: Wait, no

Lucie, walking out in a new outfit: How do I look?

Matthew: Holy shit, that's the ugliest thing I've ever seen.

Lucie: Excuse you?!

Matthew: No, not you, the thing sitting beside you.

Alastair: Fuck you.

Magnus: You sure know a lot about the law.

Julian: I do a lot of borderline illegal shit.

Cordelia: Lucie! Don't let go!

Lucie, dangling from the side of the cliff: WHY THE FUCK WOULD I LET GO?!

Kit: I think I forgot to sleep because I was looking at memes.

Dru: If you ever wonder why you have no friends, just remember that sentence.

Christopher: Oh, tiddlywinks.

Matthew: JUST SAY FUCK

Will: Swear words are banned in this house, if you say one you'll be grounded.

Matthew: Heck.

Will: You're on thin fucking ice, kid.

Jace: You may not know this, Alec, but I'm a flawed person.

Alec: I do know that.

Dru: [reading the exorcist]

Dru: [laughs]

Matthew: I know you can be "underwhelmed" and you can be "overwhelmed" but...

Matthew: Can you ever just be whelmed?

James: ...

Christopher: I think you can in Bulgaria!

James: I think I'm in love with Cordelia.

Grace: Congratulations! You're officially the last one to know.

Tessa: James, what are you doing here? Weren't you making spaghetti tacos with Mattew, Christopher, and Thomas?

James: Well, I was.

Tessa: ... was?

James: Well, I- it was just getting hot downstairs because of the fire.

Tessa: THE WHAT?!

(Downstairs the kitchen is completely on fire)

Christoper, looking around while Matthew and Thomas try to put the fire out with olive oil: Oh, this isn't good.

Jace: Please shut up.

Simon: Well, since you asked nicely, no.

Will: No pain, no gain!

Matthew: But I'm in constant pain and I've lost everything-

Matthew: If you'll excuse me, I must attend to my evening affairs.

James: You mean drinking wine and eating gummy bears until you pass out on a chaise?

Cordelia: Or reading Layla and Majnun and crying in the bath because they didn't deserve it?

Lucie: Or shouting your own poetry from your balcony?

Matthew: All three, in that order.

Will: What have I told you about comparing Tatiana to the devil?

Lucie: ... that it's offensive to the devil?

Jamie: These people are my friends!

Jamie: I've known them for twelve hours!

Clary: What are we gonna do?

Simon: Don't worry, you're so small they probably won't see you.

Clary: Simon, is this really the time to be making short jokes?

Simon: Clary, it's never not the time, because just like you, life is short.

Matthew, drunk: Always strive to eat the stars.

Lucie, half asleep: Aren't they too hot?

Matthew: Blow on them first, idiot.

Cashier: Would you like your check?

Ty: If someone is being murdered right now it would be my alibi, but if someone gets murdered in the store they could pin it on me.

Cashier: Sir?

Ty: I want to speak to a lawyer.

Magnus: If you had to choose between Jace and all the money I have in my pocket, which would you choose.

Alec: Depends. How much money are we talking about?

Jace: Alec????

Magnus: Eleven cents.

Alec: Sold.

Jace: ALEC?!!??!?!

Alastair: Cursing is for those who have a limited vocabulary.

Matthew: You are an audacious, ideologically unsound, captious, presumptuous, motherfucker.

Clary: Hey, uh, maybe we need Simon's help with this one?

Jace: I would literally rather die.

Cristina: Name a way to be nice to people.

Kieran: Don't stab them.

Cristina: ...

Cristina: Setting the bar a little low but I'll allow it.

Tessa: Where have you been?

Will: Emotional hell.

Kit: I made you all of you into Sims, look.

Jace: Where are you?

Kit: I'm in the grave in the backyard.

Jace:

Clary:

Jace: Put me there to.

Clary: Oh my god-

Emma: I have the sharpest memory, name one time I forgot something.

Zara: You forgot me in a Walmart parking lot, like, three weeks ago.

Emma: I did that on purpose, try again.

Matthew: Will, did you know "thot" means "thoughtful person."

Will: Really? I did not know this modern slang.

(later)

Will: Thank you for helping me with the stables, Tessa, you're such a thot.

Tessa, wheezing: I'm a WHAT?

Julian: [choking]

Kit: I'm trying to call 911 but the 9 button isn't working!

Dru: Just flip your phone upside down and use the 6.

Julian, stopping his choking for a second: What the fu-

Emma, getting in the front seat: Alright, is everyone ready to go?

The Blackthorns: Yep!

Emma: Okay, let's go.

(looks into the mirror to see Zara running after the van)

Emma: [whispers to herself] Goodbye you little shit.

Cordelia: What the hell is going on??

Matthew: Oh, great, you heard my cry for help.

Cordelia: You mean your girly scream?

Matthew: I MEAN MY CRY FOR HELP

James: The risk I took was calculated.

James: But holy shit am I bad at math.

Izzy and Magnus: [getting arrested at a protest]

Cop: Fake ID's, fake credit card. Got anything on you that's real?

Izzy: My tits.

Magnus: My ass.

[in a group chat]

Dru: Adding "lmao" does not hide your pain.

Kit: Yeah it does lmao.

Matthew: Excuse me, who made James the boss of the group.

Christopher: You did.

Thomas: You said, "James should be the boss".

Lucie: And then you said, "lets vote," and it was unanimous.

Cordelia: And then you made him a plaque that says, "Boss Of Us".

Anna: And put little sparkles all over it.

Matthew: ... All valid points.

Matthew: And once again, James and Matthew save the day.

Lucie: You didn't do anything.

Thomas: It was all James.

Matthew: We're a package deal. Everyone knows that.

Jem: I am not "too nice"!

Will: Jem, you apologized-

Jem: I have manners!

Will: -to the waiter who spilled soup on your lap.

Kit: You wanna see how hardcore I am?

Kit: [punches a wall]

Kit: Take me to the hospital.

Julian: People ask me how I handle the rest of my family so easily.

Julian: The truth is, I don't.

Julian: I have no control over them.

Julian: I walked into the house today and Mark shot me in the neck with a nerf gun.

(At a New Years Eve party)

Alec, to the TMI gang: I would like to make a toast!

Alec, raising his glass: I cannot believe we have gone through another twelve months of absolute fuckery.

Alec: Cheers!

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akaashisbabygirl · 4 years

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Words: 2321

Pairings: Sugawara x reader

Warnings: Characters are aged up, dominant Suga, submissive reader, reader is on birth control, oral (giving), restraints (arms and legs), vibrator use, vaginal penetration, slight hair pulling, Suga calling you sweetheart

A/n: holy shit, this is my longest fic yet. I hope everyone is enjoying kinktober so far <3

Sugawara’s kisses were filled with passion and love. His hand on your cheek, holding your soft skin between his thumb and pinky finger. His lips were soft on yours, softer than the feeling of lip balm spreading across your light pink lips. His eyes stared at yours as he pulled away for some air. From the look he wore on his face, you were able to tell that something was up.

Did Suga want to go a little further than usual today? Or maybe he didn’t feel like having sex at all? Or… just maybe, he wanted to try something else.

Suga was nothing like the boy you thought he was when the two of you first met each other. Meeting the quiet, grey haired boy in your first year, you thought he was going to be the quiet type that sits there, plays volleyball and reads books. However, you were wrong. The two of you had started dating halfway through your second year, and only began having sex in your third year. Suga was different to what you expected. Never one would the thought of his freaky side came through to enter your mind.

Not even once.

“Something’s up,” you say, your hand resting on his cheek, “What is it, Kōshi?”

Sugawara was silent for a minute, overthinking his thoughts.

“It’s nothing, baby. Don’t worry about it.”

“No, please. Tell me.”

“It’s nothing you would be into… please, sweetheart, don’t worry about it,” he let a smile fall onto his soft, delicate face.

“You say I wouldn’t be into it… is this something to do with the bedroom?” you ask, curiosity now filling your mind as you wanted to know exactly what he had been thinking about.

“I- yeah…” he admitted.

“Please… tell me,” your thumb began to stroke his face, slowly giving him signs of encouragement.

“I want to try bondage….” He admitted, a slight, rosy, red blush spreading across his cheeks as he admitted the sinful truth.

“Oh…. Bondage…”

“Yes- I’m so sorry. I know it’s kinda weird and stuff for you… we don’t have to do it if you don’t wanna…” he began.

“No… I… um… kinda wanna try it,” you admit.

Suga’s lips formed an ‘o’ shape as the words replayed in his head. You wanted to try bondage?

“Are you sure? I don’t wanna hurt you or anything… I- please don’t feel that you have to do this because I would like to, I don’t wanna force you to do anything you don’t want to do!”

“Kōshi… I’m serious. I would like to try it.”

“R-really? You don’t mind if I like… um… tie you up and use toys on you and stuff?” he asked.

“Yes. I would love if you did that actually. I’ve been thinking about it for a while actually. I wanna see your dominant… dominant side,” you giggled.

Suga could only smile at the way you giggled. It gave him courage, knowing that you wanted to try out the same thing as him.

“Okay… let’s do it,” he smiled.

Suga leaned forward, pressing one last kiss to your lips before getting off the bed. His hands pulled one of the spare drawers open – the same drawer where the two of you kept all your toys.

Sitting himself down on the bed, he let the ropes fall onto the bedsheets.

“I’m going to undress you now.”

You nodded sightly, eyes following how Suga’s hands moved to pull your (his) large shirt from your body. Underneath, you wore small shorts, ones which showed off your thighs to his prying eyes. You didn’t wear a bra, mainly because of the fact that you were lounging around the house with your boyfriend. Unbuttoning your shorts, tugging them down your legs, his eyes met with the dark, lace blue panties you wore underneath. His eyes widened – loving the way your panties wrapped around your hips, adding the colour to your beautiful skin.

“I’m going to leave these on,” Suga said, as his fingers traced over the lace of your panties, “Can you turn around for me?”

Being the submissive one in this situation, you complied with his orders. You turned your body around, your back now facing his front. Your eyes watched as Suga left the bed, moving back to the drawer to pick up a few more items. Did he not have everything he wanted? He came back, holding a black cloth in his hands – a blindfold.

“I’m gonna put the blindfold on now,” he said, his hands moving to tuck your hair behind your head. He removed your sight with the blindfold, preventing you from seeing anything else.

“Hands behind your back, sweetheart,” he mumbled, his soft voice ringing in your ear.

You moved your hands behind your back, feeling as how Suga held onto them, crossing them over one another, the feeling of the harsh rope digging into your skin as he tied knots around your wrists, holding them in place tightly. Suga’s hands moved you, so that your back was now resting against the headboard. You felt Suga pull himself from the bed, hearing his faint footsteps walking to the other side of the room. Was he going to get something else to use?

Lost in your thoughts, you felt the bed dip at the bottom, a warm, soft hand moving in between your thighs, separating them lightly.

“Spread your legs for me, sweetheart.”

Your legs spread wide, the wet spot on your panties becoming evident. Suga could tell that you were excited for this – maybe even more excited than he is. He pushed your panties to the side, a low, soft pant leaving your lips as you felt a toy enter your dripping cunt. Suga pulled your panties back over your cunt, hiding it from his eyes. Was it a vibrator?

“Move to your knees,” he commanded, his hands helping you as you tried to pull yourself to your knees.

Sitting on your knees, your hands tied tightly behind your back, a blindfold draped over your eyes, you could only imagine what were to happen next. You felt your body being pushed down onto the bed, Suga’s soft hands coming to your ankles, wrapping the thick rope around your legs, tying them together. A small gasp escaped your lips as you felt his hands move from your legs, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek. How did he get there so fast?

“I want you to suck me off, pretty girl,” he mumbled, his thumb beginning to stroke your cheek once again.

How was that possible? He was still fully dressed.

“H-how…” you mumbled out, unable to move your hands from their tight restraints.

“Use your mouth.”

You could see the smirk in his voice. You moved your face closer to him, as his hand helped guide your face down to his waist. Your mouth shakily pulled his pants down his legs. It wasn’t that hard, mainly because he was standing at the edge of the bed. Even though it took a lot of work, and a little help from him, you managed to pull his sweatpants down his legs successfully, a sigh of relief exiting your lips as you heard the soft material drop onto the floor. your face moved back to help pull his boxers off, with his help, of course.

Suga’s hand held onto your face, bringing your lips to meet with his erect cock.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” he groaned lightly as you wrapped your lips around the tip.

Suga has always been someone who was to let out moans rather than conceal them when the two of you were supported by the four walls of your shared bedroom. His fingers dug into your hair, holding tightly on your soft strands as he directed your mouth to take more of him. Your tongue traced along the vein, having him let a soft moan escape his lips. You desperately tried to wriggle your hands from their restraints – but it was no use. Suga had tied them too tight. Your mind started to wonder around the thoughts of why he placed a toy in you? What was he going to use it for?

Your knees dug into the bed as you heard the small click of what sounded like a button, followed by soft vibrations in your cunt. You let out a moan around his length, causing him to groan out.

“Just like that, pretty girl,” he cooed, his free hand moving to stroke your face softly. You looked absolutely sinful with his length in your mouth.

Your panties were drenched by now, your juices leaking through the thin material, able to feel your arousal on your bent legs. You tried rocking your hips back and forth, trying to get some friction onto your mistreated cunt. Your hips rocked back, meeting the back of your foot, just able to grind your clothed cunt on the body part. A soft moan escaped your lips from the sudden feeling.

“Don’t touch yourself… stop doing that,” Suga commanded, tugging on your hair, a slight whimper leaving your mouth.

“That’s a good fucking girl,” his moans were louder.

He was going to cum soon. Unable to see his face falling apart, you could tell by his moans, which began to steadily increase, a loud groan leaving his lips as he came inside your mouth. Suga pulled his length from your mouth, watching as you swallowed his load, taking in how the leftovers dripped from your mouth, down your shin. He moved his thumb to your lips, cleaning the leftover cum from its resting spot.

“Are you going to cum soon?” he asked, his fingers coming into contact with your hardened nipples.

You moaned out louder, feeling the speed of the vibrator increase. He was also desperate to bring you to your climax.

“Rock your hips for me,” he ordered.

Rocking your hips back and forth once more, your clit was finally able to get some attention it had been longing for. The knot in your lower stomach quickly snapped, your cum rushing like a wave, flooding your panties.

Suga’s hands moved to untie your legs. Your legs were free, however, you weren’t able to love the feeling of your legs able to move properly, because your back now had come into contact with the bed. Suga’s hands tugged your panties down, admiring at the way your cum had already stained the beautiful lace of your panties.

“You’ve made such a mess, haven’t you, sweetheart?” he commented.

His lewd comments could only make you blush in response. You let out a whimper as you felt yourself being positioned from your back onto your knees once more, your face coming into contact with the fluffy pillows which decorated the bed. Suga’s hardened cock rubbed against your drenched folds, his hands coming into contact with your hips, a soft whine leaving his lips as he teased you with the head of his cock. Seconds later, he pushed his cock into you, your walls instantly wrapping tightly around him, as drool began to drip from your lips.

“K-Kōshi,” you moaned into the sheets, as his pain began to steadily grow. One of his hands were holding onto your waist, the other tangled in your hair.

“F-fucking me s-so good, K-Kōshi... ohh,” you felt his cock began to slightly kiss your cervix, sudden pleasure pouring throughout your body.

Your knees were dug into the bedsheets once more, the pain slowly exiting your mind as he made you see stars. His hands gripped your waist tighter, drool now falling from your lips onto the pillows below. Your legs became weak, unable to move on their own. Everything had left your mind, your head now only filled with the magical way Suga was making you feel. The position you were in let him hit deeper than usual, your hands trying to free themselves behind your back. You tried rocking your hips back, your ass high up for him to grab onto as he tore you apart. His hand that held yours behind your back began to move, now tracing your stomach, all the way down to your clit, rubbing on your sensitive bud.

You let out moans of pleasure, the familiar knot in your lower stomach building up once more as your mind went blank. Your mind was empty, now only focusing on the way he made you feel, the way his cock would push past your tight walls, tearing you open, or how the way small moans and pants would escape his lips as he tried to continue with the pace he was setting.

“Fuck- I’m going to c-cum… I’m going to cum,” you announced, your body now losing full control, your moans increasing.

“Cum sweetheart,” he demanded, letting out a soft man as he felt you climax around his length.

Suga wasn’t going to last long now, he always would cum after you. His thrusts became faster, desperate to bring himself to his long awaited climax. Letting out a groan, he came inside of you, painting your walls white with his cum.

Slowly, he pulled out, untying your hands in the process and positioning you, letting your back fall flat against the soft sheets as your hand moved to remove your blindfold. Suga watched as your cum, which was now mixed with his, leak from your fucked out hole, before getting up and making his way over to the bathroom to grab a wet cloth to clean you up.

“Can we… you know, try that again sometime?” you asked Suga as he moved the cloth through your womanhood, cleaning you up as best as he could.

“Of course, sweetheart. Is there anything we could change for next time?” he asked, curious to know what you wanted to add in or take out.

“It was… perfect the way it was, Kōshi. Though, next time, I want to be the dom.”

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i-need-air · 4 years

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Truthful mess.

Summary: Truth quirk shenanigans. HCs type with Bakugou, Kirishima, Shouto and Shinsou.

Note: Still don't know how to add "Read more" on phone, still need to make a masterlist. At least I have coffee. [I’M DOING BOTH RN, BE PROUD;;;LOOKATTHEReADMORE] Ty for reading! ♥

Bakugou Katsuki:

× well, shit

× he fucked up real bad and now he had to pay for it

× noticed something was wrong when he thanked Kirishima for saving his life instead of giving him the usual snappy attitude

× made the redhead promise to keep the secret or he'll kill him

× seriously kill and incinerate his body and was 100% serious about it

× Bakugou tried his hardest to keep his mouth shut and everything went okay until you just existed in the same room at him

× he'd just get the fuck out because all he wanted to tell you was how good you looked in whatever you were wearing or how beautiful your face was when kissed by the rays of sunshine and he was so confused

× he literally wanted to word vomit all of that

× thankfully the police arresting the mf that did this to him informed Katsuki about the effects of the quirk itself

× approximately 3 days of spilling truths

× he could handle that

× easy

× but not really; the less he talked the more he needed to spill out his mind

× he'd still snap at people, they were just dumb and he voiced that but

× well, hello there, [y/n]

× he prays you don't waltz around him

× life can be a bitch though

× it happened while training, Cementos made an area for each of you to improve your quirks and guess what? you're placed just by his side

× you just waved at him and he ignored you

× asshole much; until you kick-dropped and broke a big piece of cement in half

× "Fuck, that was so sexy..."

× your head turned slowly towards Bakugou because that was his voice, definitely, no doubt

× but it was raspy and low and it did some things to your, ehem, lowers and holy shit

× Bakugou looked like a deer caught in the highlights; he was full "step on me" mode and????????

× instantly turned the other way and yes, he is blushing

× he just couldn't hold it in, man

× so you're confused, blushing, Kirishima is near-by shook as fuck because he's ✨ realizing things ✨ since of course he's now Bakugou's self-proclaimed guard dog

× and Bakugou is back at ignoring you, his friend and the world

× you decide to keep an eye on him because that was not normal and oh my god why is that voice still affecting you? did he seriously say that??

× meanwhile you catch him looking at you from the corner of your eyes

× boy is staring real bad

× so you just go his way

× he panics as you approach him and blows shit up

× "Don't fucking come closer!" you freeze because what the hell? you thought you were getting along? yeah he's been snappy recently but it's Bakugou, he has mood-swings

× but not like this? at least with you?

× also what he said before just gave you hope??

× so you decide Fuck it all and get closer, noticing how Kirishima also approaches, looking like a bodyguard

× you raise your eyebrow because Excuse you?

× "[L/N], you should leave him be for now–"

× "Get out of my way or I'll break you, Kirishima."

× so you're having a staring match with the red-head, almost nose to nose when legit a growl shakes you to the core

× "[Y/N]'s mine, Shitty Hair, back down." he said between his teeth, his palms sparkling, quirk ready

× so his friend backs up, hands raised in defeat but a knowing grin on his face

× even in full shock you expected him to ignore you again but he just stomps towards you angrily, teeth greeted

× "You have a thing for him, hmm? You like Kirishima?" he was glaring at you, breathing heavily but suddenly locked his eyes in your lips

× and while he's throwing this fit or whatever it was, all the class kinda stopped whatever they were doing to see what's going on

× but Cementos ain't having any of that so parts you guys with a cement wall and orders you to keep training

× Bakugou was never more thankful because holy shit what was about to happen?

× you're full mind-blown, remembering his words again and again not even focusing on training; you decide to talk with his dumb ass to clarify what he said and wAs he jealous? i mean he literally said you're his so—... HE FUCKING SAID YOU'RE HIS????

× after that he went back to his grumpy old man form, you don't talk again until days later, although you did try to approach him again, many times, because YOU'RE HIS????????

× it's when he finally realizes the quirk is wearing off and he's relieved because it got to a point where he couldn't sleep

× so when you confront him in the common room the next morning he shrugs it off with a "I thought I'd accidentally confess that I love you and that would've been a problem."

× he freezes

× you freeze

× he wanted to call you a dumbass and move on until he figures his shit up but...

× that's when he realizes the effect of the quirk was dying off in waves

× save him from the mortification and confess too, please?

Kirishima Eijirou:

× he's normally a truthful guy

× but not like this, man, not like this

× Fatgum saved his ass but it was too late since he already got hit by a quirk, although none knew what it was about, so his mentor was having a full Panic moment

× later on he was informed about it's nature and was confused because nothing changed?

× he still compliments people, he's still his old self and is actually so happy that's the case

× thinks he's manly because he's honest about his feelings

× although he forgot about a tiny little detail

× his big fat crush on you

× like he'd blush when you came around, almost stuttered when responding to you, would try harder when you were around because pretty please, notice him, shows off more, all the I-need-YOUR-attention bag

× because he's smooth but in a Kirishima way, you know?

× felt he had zero (0) game [so not manly of him]

× will hands down not avoid you; thinks it's lame to run away from this

× who would've thought this was the best thing that could've happened to him?

× still had his boyish charm, cute smiles, blushes

× but now we add the honest "You look amazing today. Well, more than usual." with a wink because if he can't stop himself, at least he'll make it work big time

× and oh, shit that's doing stuff to your poor heart because his compliments are all over the roof? wth is going on?

× everyone knew about his feelings for you but now they really knew

× literally takes him half a day to spill all out

× he did try to clear his mind of those feelings in class because that would be so awkward and weird; he spent so much time daydreaming how to confess before and doing it there was definitely not the plan, but something more personal and meaningful

× when Kiri saw you in the common room though, alone and minding your own business, a grin broke on his face and had hearts in his eyes

× Bakugou had to hear a lot of shit about you, tho just rolled his eyes; "whatever, shitty hair."

× because you're so flawlessly beautiful and you're not even trying

× your head snaps up at him, blushing

× OOP–did he just blurt that out?

× so he's laughing awkwardly because not like this, man

× but goes with it because We die like men here 😤

× cue word vomit about how great you are and this quirk hit him and god you're amazing and it's not a lie because remember when you first met at UA? well he thought you were an angel and when you smiled at him? perfection and your blushing face is adorable and needs to see it everyday and ok this quirk needs to stop–

× meanwhile

× [Y/N].exe has stopped working

× legit tho, he won't shut the hell up and it's adorable

× all day he's been super smooth about his compliments to you and now he's the sweetest mess ever

× and you only notice yourself smiling when he points it out and says it's the single most beautiful thing he's ever seen in his entire life

× and even if that almost makes you 404 again you laugh and walk towards him

× which he follows and steps closer to you too

× smiling

× so he calms down when you're not freaking out about what he's spilling and goes back to being cha-cha-real-smooth again

× "I want to be able to call you mine"

Todoroki Shouto:

× another guy that doesn't really notice it at first

× he got hit by this weird blue-purple dust while on patrol with his dad

× and Endeavor went feral on this low-life villain deciding to attack suddenly

× low and behold, seems the guy wasn't a villain, just a civilian that sneezed and activated his quirk by accident

× quirk that landed on Shouto here

× which just stared confused because what?

× explanations happen, Endeavor is looking down at Shouto expecting something anytime now

× but Icy-Hot here just shrugs it off because it's okay, it's just 3 or 4 days

× funny thing is his dad asked him questions and realized pretty quick that Shouto has been really honest with him until now, which bummed him because Endeavor Is Trying™

× Todoroki Shouto was confident that nothing would go wrong so he forgets about it basically

× two days pass; class time happens

× is so fucking casual about it but it's so hilariously confusing

× he was honest before but he was quiet in general, that's why his honesty came in small dosages

× now he has no filter and won't shut up, he has this absolute need to share his thoughts

× my boy has opinions about everything

× but especially about [Y/N]

× oh yeah, he definitely tells you how that color enhances your natural beauty or how you're really smart

× is so casual and nonchalant, shooks everyone, leaves you full confusion mode while he just smiles and leaves

× legit doesn't realize it

× he complimented you before, that's the thing, but now he's really intensifying it but without changing the tone and execution and it's just a mess

× example:

× goes from "You changed your hairstyle. It looks nice." to "The way you style your hair now makes your eyes pop out more. I love it."

× lowkey proclaims his love about you; it's so obvious it hurts; you have to take it like a champ, man

× it takes Tsu to actually ask what's going on, in the first hour of class

× [even Aizawa is listening, pretending to sleep]

× explains why he's acting like this; "I got hit accidentally by a quirk that makes me speak only the truth."

× everyone just goes crazy while you're piecing stuff together in deep thought

× "Who do you think is the strongest in the class?"

× "Aizawa."

× lowkey a little shit

× "Between the students."

× "Me."

× big time a little shit

× it's until Mina asks who he likes that all hell breaks loose

× Shouto just turns to look at you, blinks and says your name

× just as everyone goes mental after a moment of silence, the bell rings signaling the next class, to which Aizawa [the mature man he is, acting as if this wasn't the best tea-spill he's gonna have at lunch with the other teachers 💅] wakes up, silences everyone and continues class

× every pair of eyes are on you all class

× Shouto is having an existencial crisis because he's actually realizing himself that he likes you

× a lot

× hands down he thought about how great you are, wondered deep in though at night why his heart beat so fast when you smiled at him, how come he got jealous???? when you'd pair with someone else to study or train... the boy didn't even know it was jealousy until now

× as in now he knew he wanted to hold your hand, have more inside jokes between you two, kiss you, marry you, wait what—

× you on the other hand are hyperventilating because Shouto likes you

× and you like him back and oH my god, wHAT just happened????

× lunch break comes, nobody moved from their seats while Todoroki just walks by, stares at you, slight blush on his face

× "I'd like to speak alone with you. About my feelings. Towards you. I like you."

× nice alone chat, Shouto 👏 👏 👏 👏 👏

× legit nobody is breathing, not making a single noise, waiting for your reaction

× so through stutters and all, you have to grab him by his wrist and get the hell out, the attention being too much

× before you reach a quiet place to talk he just stares at your hand

× "I like it when you touch me. Your hand is warm and it makes my skin tingle–"

× so you're a blushing mess when you let go of his wrist fastly

× "Do you not like me back?" [insert kicked puppy face]

× [insert you telling him that you do, but all the attention in class was killing you]

× "Good. Now hold my hand properly."

× that day Shouto learned that being bold with you was the perfect way to get the sweetest reactions out of you

× it's called teasing and Todoroki Shouto will never stop

Hitoshi Shinsou:

× Shinsou had a Reputation™, ok?

× Calm, cool, collected, that's Hitoshi Shinsou

× so how come Monoma did him so dirty?

× it seems the blond borrowed a quirk from someone he knew and fled to school to just bring Hell on Earth

× but the only person he managed to throw the quirk at was at Shinsou

× it wasn't even intended for him, but for Bakugou to embarrass him

× so here he was, Mister Tired-of-this-fucking-world now having another reason to be done with everything

× the boy wasn't dumb

× made a strategy just as Monoma was apologizing for the mistake

× somehow the blond took a liking on him and even if he was now part of class 2-A, Monoma proclaimed he was a 2-B at heart; moving on...

× 3 to 5 days of not talking lies

× great, amazing, marvelous, incredible, fantastic

× Rule #1: Avoid [Y/N] at all costs

× which would prove rather difficult since you're part of the same group he was in

× and you were starting to be really good friends

× something he loved/hated because yes, he wants your friendship but he also wants much more

× so when you came to class, would you look at that! Shinsou is sleeping!

× when you went to lunch with the squad? he fled the scene, not opening his mouth

× asked to borrow a pen in class? didn't even look into your eyes as he just gave you one

× after 3 days of this you were starting to get annoyed

× and Midoriya was writing shit down in that notebook of his mumbling stuff every single time Hitoshi bailed

× what you didn't know is that the whole Dekusquad caught on to Shinsou's shenanigans and demanded answers

× well, Ochaco did and she instantly got them because she's terrifying when serious

× so Izuku is in deep fascination with the quirk, Iida is stiff as fuck and Uraraka has this really creepy I-know-something-you-don't smile on her face; Shouto was existing there too, minding his business 🍵

× you really tried to grab a hold of Shinsou but he wasn't even answering your texts

× time to make a game-plan

× and the easiest way to understand what's going on was through Deku and that suspicious notebook of his

× it wasn't even that hard to get it because you got the perfect opportunity basically thrown in your lap

× he was mumbling your name as he was writing down

× you literally demanded to see what he's writing about involving you

× the boy went full panic but before he could manage to escape the situation, the guy that's been avoiding you grabs you by your forearm and tugs you in the hallway

× there he was, purple messy head you wanted to smack, looking all uncomfortable, rubbing the back of his neck

× "Ok, listen, I have something to tell you and I want you to know through me, not through that notebook" he sighed, eyes avoiding you

× and while you're hurt and exhausted he just mumbles "Who knows what type of embarrassing stuff he wrote there..."

× hold up, he blushing?

× so while you're processing that he explains

× "Been hit by a quirk..." yada-yada, this and that

× "Ok, but why have you been avoiding me of all people?" you just go hard on him for a little bit, not hiding that you're hurting "Do you not trust me?"

× he's caught off guard

× "Because I love you and I'm scared you'll never look at me the same."

× longest silence of his life

× he never felt the need to fill a silent moment more than now

× so he mumbles

× oh, yah, he just blurts it all out while looking everywhere but you

× "I mean you deserve better than a guy with a quirk like this. I didn't want to make things uncomfortable between us so I thought avoiding you was the best, just so we can continue being friends and–"

× he's a fucking mess and it hurts you that he's saying stuff like that because holy shit you love this sleepy idiot?

× of course you kiss him to silence his rant

× and when you separate from it and start to reassure him he's just a m a z i n g, how dare he say stuff like that and how dare he avoid you for so long; now it's his time to kiss you back slowly and sweetly

× cue instant, lazy smile

× "You're adorable..."

#Truth quirk #Bnha headcanons #Bnha scenario #Bakugou katsuki #masaru bakugou #todoroki shouto #Todoroki shouto x reader #kirishima eijirou #Kirishima eijirou x reader #hitoshi shinsou #Hitoshi shinsou x reader #Shinsou #Hitoshi #Bakugou #Kirishima #Shouto #Todoroki #Noire writes #Bnha fluff

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The Last Weekend (S2, E13)

It’s been a trip fam. Hopefully, it continues for a third season. Thanks for sticking with me this far.

My time-stamped thoughts for this episode are below. As always I reference Malcolm’s mental health. A lot. So if that’s going to be a trigger for you, don’t keep reading.

SPOILERS AHEAD:

0:19 - That taxidermy is creepy af.

0:25 - Ok. But like, this is amazing. Look at Malcolm. He’s confused, annoyed, and a little pissed off but he doesn’t actually look scared. He just woke up in a strange place tied to a chair and the last thing he remembers is telling his father to run. He knows his serial killer father kidnapped him but he’s not scared because there’s a part of Malcolm that is so so desperate for Martin to love him. Malcolm is NOT okay. His reaction to being kidnapped by his serial killer father is evidence of that. This dude is not in a good mental place. I'm here for it. This is bad.

0:40 - Groggy, annoyed, and sassy Malcolm is adorable.

0:51 - This is a woman who thinks not telling the NYPD about that Capshaw phone call killed her son. She doesn’t know where Malcolm is right now or if he’s alive. BUT Jessica knows Martin has Malcolm and therefore - Malcolm is not safe. The guilt and fear is oozing from Jessica and I want to hug her. :( <3

1:13 - Again. Malcolm is in danger. Why doesn’t Ainsley seem to be worried? At all?!? This girl’s lack of empathy is genuinely concerning. If my brother was abducted by our abusive father I would be a wreck.

1:25 - “Don’t get cocky.” HA. What a great line. Although, it’s really sad to see how desperate Ainsley is for some attention from her mother. Although, I do love the contrast between this line and the line from 1x3: "You watch my reports?" "Not with the sound on". Jessica really is growing as a parent. I love that for her.

1:31 - “Capshaw is claiming Malcolm was Dad’s accomplice.” WHY ISN'T AINSLEY UPSET ABOUT THIS. SHE’S ACTING LIKE IT’S JUST SOME JUICY GOSSIP. BE ANGRY GIRL. BE SCARED. BE UPSET. THIS IS YOUR BROTHER. At least Jessica is pissed and scared about it.

1:46 - “Cruel eyes.” Has Capshaw ever looked at Malcolm? That boy has the sweetest eyes ever. They’re a gorgeous shade of blue, wide, and expressive. Never cruel. Often fearful. ALSO the fact that Capshaw looks at the window (where she knows Malcolm’s friends are standing) when she says this INFURIATES ME. I want this woman dead. She is the spawn of Satan and you can't change my mind.

1:50 - The way Dani looks at Gil when he says, “You buying this?” is wonderful. This girl is scandalized at the idea that Gil might be buying Capshaw’s story. This girl is team Malcolm and I love her for it. She's so offended at the idea that Gil - the man who's known Malcolm since he was 10 years old - might think Malcolm is a bad guy. <3 <3

1:52 - “Our boy’s crazy, but not that crazy.” <3 <3 <3 Every time JT calls Malcolm “our boy” or “our guy” my heart explodes. I love the evolution of their relationship so so so much. <3 Also JT is giving off major big brother vibes to Dani and Malcolm this episode and I LOVE IT. <3

1:54 - “Good. We all know she’s lying. Problem is we’re the only ones.” This whole scene. *CHEF’S KISS* Seriously, protective!Dani, protective!JT, and protective!Gil in the same scene?!? All going to bat for Malcolm? I’m in love. This is the found family content I’m here for. ALSO look at GIL. This man is so so pissed that someone is trying to paint his surrogate son as the bad guy. Gil is a good man but someone is threatening his family and that means he’s going to break his own rules. <3 I’m here for it. This is the kind of inner turmoil I subscribed to this show for.

2:02 - "Good morning sleepyhead." I have thoughts. 1) If Martin truly cared about Malcolm why didn't he restrain Malcolm on one of those twin beds (where he could actually sleep) instead of tying him to a chair?!?! 2) Look at how hard Martin is trying to act like Malcolm's friend (not even a good friend). He's not acting like Malcolm's dad. A dad or a good friend wouldn't leave a guy who just suffered from an embolism alone and tied to a chair. They'd take him to a hospital, obviously that was out of the question here. So for the sake of this comparison, a good friend/dad would have put Malcolm on the bed, gotten some warm blankets for him, made sure water was close by, and stayed with him until he woke up - to you know, MAKE SURE HE'S STILL BREATHING?!?! BUT not Martin, this dude just waltzes into the room and delivers a mildly condescending yet cheery rendition of "good morning sleepyhead" almost as though Malcolm's unconscious state was a burden to Martin. Even though Malcolm was unconscious because MARTIN DRUGGED HIM (also not good!Dad behaviour).

2:04 - "You drugged me?!?" This breaks my heart. After everything, Malcolm is still surprised (and rightfully annoyed) that his father drugged him. Malcolm knows that Martin is a bad man. He knows Martin has drugged him before. He knows he shouldn't trust Martin but after everything there's still a part of Malcolm desperate to believe that Martin loves him. PLUS one of the last memories Malcolm has before he woke up in this motel is of Martin saving his life. Malcolm was giving in to the "maybe Dad really does love me" mentality. It's heartbreaking and I want to give Malcolm a hug.

2:23 - I find this whole exchange so upsetting yet interesting. Both Malcolm and Martin are being openly hostile to each other. Usually, Malcolm is civil to Martin but right now, Martin is NOT chained to a wall and Malcolm is acting like an argumentative and whiny teenager (and rightfully so but still not a safe move). Martin is matching Malcolm’s mood. Martin is engaging in Malcolm’s frustration with an off-putting amount of cheer. I honestly believe Martin is just ecstatic that he’s been given an opportunity to ‘be a father’ again. There’s also a part of me that is completely convinced that Martin was already hatching his plan to have Malcolm kill him. Why would he do that? My answer: 1) Martin doesn’t want to go back to prison, 2) To finally get revenge on Malcolm for turning him in in 1998, 3) he’s a predatory psychopath and he saw an opportunity to screw with someone, 4) Martin is pissed off that Malcolm keeps trying to distance himself from Martin. Martin see’s it as betrayal and he wants to make Malcolm suffer.

2:25 - THIS. IS. AMAZING. The way Malcolm immediately panics and tries to escape Martin when the switchblade comes out is incredible. You can see Malcolm’s perspective shift. We actually see it flip back and forth all episode. Half the time, Malcolm is a little boy desperately trying to convince himself that Martin has changed and that Martin loves him. The other half of the time, Malcolm is a logical and educated adult who knows Martin is a dangerous killer who is trying to manipulate him. It’s such a compelling dichotomy.

2:44 - “We are the victims here Malcolm.” I absolutely believe that Martin believes this statement. HOWEVER, I also think he’s using the situation to his advantage in an attempt to sway Malcolm’s trust in him.

2:52 - “You’re in a pickle.” This infuriates me. Martin does NOT love or care about Malcolm. What Martin does love - is what Malcolm does for him. ie. Providing him a connection to the real world (visiting him in prison), giving him an outlet for his attention-seeking needs, giving him a plaything to manipulate. Martin views Malcolm as a pet NOT a person and NOT a son. That kills me.

2:55 - “I need to call Gil.” <3 <3 This is absolutely beautiful and terrifyingly stupid. Beautiful because Malcolm is in trouble and his knee-jerk reaction is “Gil can help. I trust Gil. Gil loves me. He’ll listen. He’ll help.” <3 <3 So precious. It’s scary though because it’s no secret that Martin views Gil as a threat to his family. This will make Martin more determined to manipulate Malcolm. Because again, Martin views everything as possessions. He doesn’t actually love Malcolm, Ainsley, and Jessica. He loves the idea of them and what he can do with them. He doesn’t actually care about them though. He only cares about their wellbeing to the extent of how it will affect him. (SIDE NOTE: I’m honestly crushed that we didn’t get a proper Gil+Martin face off during this finale.)

2:58 - “Gil’s great and all.” This man speaketh from his ass. He hates Gil. This is some damn fine manipulation. He’s interaction with Malcolm in a way he knows Malcolm will have a positive reaction. I respect it. It also makes my blood boil (out of love for Malcolm).

3:05 - “Who would you believe?” This hurts. Look at how absolutely crushed Malcolm looks. Malcolm knows no one will believe him. Why would they? He’s the son of a serial killer with well documented mental health issues and well documented issues with rule-following. It’s common knowledge that he’s an intense and weird dude. And it’s all Martin’s fault.

3:07 - “Can we talk?” I’m impressed. First, Martin complements the man he knows Malcolm respects more than anything. Then, he appeals to Malcolm’s insecurities and fears of being ‘The Surgeon’s son’. He does it all calmly, in a comforting tone of voice. This is manipulation at its finest.

3:17 - “You look ridiculous.” This is Malcolm fully aware that Martin just tried to manipulate him. It still hurt Malcolm because those fears about no one believing him are completely rational and a very logical outcome of the scenario but at least Malcolm is aware of Martin’s game.

3:30 - “I’m Clare.” .....Clare = Claremont. Did Martin do that subconsciously or is he aware? I can totally see him accidentally picking that name because after 20 years he’s begun to define himself as a part of the Claremont institution. He’s almost trying to maintain that link to the life he’s become accustom to.

3:35 - “Too insane.” Holy shit. Malcolm sassing Martin is 1) hilarious but 2) super scary because I just keep waiting for Martin to snap and hurt Malcolm for his “disrespectful and ungrateful behaviour”. Malcolm really has no fear in this scene and I’m scared for what that means for his mental state. It’s not good. That much I know.

3:45 - “I’m not your friend.” This broke my heart. Malcolm is so upset as he delivers this little outburst. He can see that Martin is trying to act like his friend instead of a loving father. It’s killing the little boy inside of Malcolm. It’s also frustrating for Malcolm because he wants so badly to do the right thing (turn Martin in) but he also just wants his dad to act like a real dad.

3:55 - The fear in Malcolm’s eyes when Martin brings the knife back out. <3 Gorgeous.

4:00 - The trepidation in Malcolm’s face as Martin cuts him loose. <3 ALSO, “I didn’t kill you. That’s gotta count for something.” why the hell should that count for something now? Martin tried to kill a 10 year old Malcolm. That should be the end. Any FATHER who tries to kill his 10 year old son (no matter what the kid may have done) is a garbage human and that child should never be told he has to forgive, trust, or have a relationship with his father. On some level Malcolm knows this BUT he’s also desperately trying to convince himself that Martin is a changed man.

4:12 - WTF Ainsley? This scene genuinely makes me believe Ainsley has been somehow involved in this whole prison break scheme. Or at least, she’s been in contact with Martin since the escape.

4:43 - “You’ve got to be kidding me.” Okay. Fine. Ainsley is finally showing a bit of fear here. But is it because of the Woodsman? Something tells me Martin has gotten into Ainsley’s head and Ainsely genuinely believes that Malcolm is safe with Martin. The Woodsman changes things though. Maybe the Woodsman was a variable Ainsley wasn’t expecting or didn’t plan with Martin.

5:00 - “Why are we in Vermont?” First of all - there’s something precious about the way this line was delivered. Secondly, why is Malcolm eating? Doesn’t most food make him sick (1x1)? This is a high stress situation - presumably he’d be too nauseous/stressed to eat right now.

5:15 - “That dream’s as dead as your 23 victims.” hahahaha ZING. This line actually hurts though. It’s not just Martin’s dream that’s dead. Malcolm’s is too. Presumably Malcolm has a fantasy somewhere in the back of his mind where he’s happily married with children. Hell, maybe his children visit their grandparents every weekend for Sunday brunch? But Malcolm probably doesn’t actually think he can have kids or a spouse because he’s terrified of what kind of a father and husband he’d be. That’s Martin’s fault. Martin has doomed Malcolm to avoid the deep, meaningful relationships in life that Malcolm clearly craves.

5:25 - “I’m absolutely right” The anger in Malcolm’s voice is incredible and concerning. On one hand, it’s great that he’s being honest with Martin. He’s making Martin work for his trust and he’s communicating that Martin ruined certain aspects of Malcolm’s life. On the other hand, this boy has no sense of self-preservation. He’s provoking a predatory psychopath. He’s almost begging Martin to hurt him. I’m terrified at what that means for Malcolm’s mental health.

5:35 - “Don’t you ever think it’s possible that I changed?” Look at Martin’s big stupid face. He doesn’t believe that he’s changed. He’s just trying to manipulate Malcolm. Martin doesn’t view Malcolm as a son. Just as a plaything.

5:55 - “You want to find a missing woman. That’s your brilliant plan?” It’s an excellent plan. It’s a plan Martin knows Malcolm won’t be able to deny. Martin has observed Malcolm’s obsession with understanding serial killers for 23 years. Martin has watched Malcolm torture himself to save the victims of serial killers. Martin knows this is the one plan that will (at least temporarily) stop Malcolm from turning him in. Malcolm’s need to help other people is stronger than his need to help himself. So again, Martin is a shitty father.

6:19 - “I worked the Woodsman case at the bureau for years.” Of course he did. $100 bucks says Martin knew that and he planned this out before his escape. Capshaw was an inconvenient hiccup in the plan but he was always going to kidnap Malcolm and try to manipulate Malcolm into becoming his partner in crime.

6:42 - “Someone who’s not going to call Gil Arroyo the first chance he gets.” Damn. Martin feels threatened by Gil’s relationship with Malcolm. Which is why an escaped!Martin and Gil showdown would’ve made my year.

6:46 - How convenient that Jeannie is from New York.

6:52 - “But we could save her. Together.” Ugh. This breaks my heart. You can see that Malcolm knows Martin is manipulating him. You can also see that this is an offer Malcolm can’t deny. Saving people and finding/understanding killers is what keeps Malcolm sane. PLUS he desperately wants to spend time with the ‘nice’ version of his dad. The one he remembers from 1998. Malcolm is eating out of the palm of Martin’s hand and it’s so so so upsetting.

7:01 - Why does Gary look so much like Deputy Crutchfield? It’s the moustache.

7:10 - “This is my partner. Cameron.” UGh. I’m going to throw up. 1) Malcolm’s startled expression melts my heart. This boy does not want to be Martin’s partner in any sense of the word. 2) Was Martin implying that Cameron is Clare’s sexual partner? The hand around Malcolm’s shoulders made it feel that way to me.

7:15 - Ugh. :( The way Malcolm looks at the hand on his shoulder. :( You can see how conflicted he feels. He likes the gentle, fatherly physical affection from Martin but he knows that Martin is a killer and this is an act. You can see that Malcolm knows this is all a hoax but you can also see how desperately Malcolm wants to believe in it.

7:45 - OMG. This is a man who hasn’t been in public for a very long time. This is not socially acceptable behaviour and Malcolm looks so embarrassed and scared (that someone will recognize the serial killer making loud noises of pleasure over his pancakes).

7:55 - I love that Malcolm isn’t eating. It aligns with Malcolm’s canonical eating problems. Kudos for the rare plot consistency.

8:13 - “I suppose I’m a little bisexual.” Ugh. Shut up Martin. You absolute moron. You’re not bisexual. You’re just a manipulative nutcase. It does make me wonder though, is this Martin’s way of trying to bond with Malcolm? Like maybe (whether it’s true or not) Martin thinks Malcolm might not be straight and he’s trying to have a father-son coming out of the closet moment? .....it sounds like a reach even in my head but here I am with this theory.

8:39 - The fact that Martin is such a verbal feminist throughout this show is so off putting to me. He’s a serial killer. He has no issues MURDERING people for FUN. Yet somehow it feels like I’m supposed to respect him more than the average man because he believes women are people with rights? Nah. It makes me hate him more because I don’t thinks he’s an actual feminist. I think he’s acting. He’s trying to appeal to what will make him seem more likeable. I think it’s a tactic he uses to soften Malcolm to his manipulation.

8:48 - “I worked this case for years. Almost lost my mind over it.”........okay so I want more details on this. Did the FBI take him off the case? Did he stop working the case because he was fired? Did Gil watch Malcolm become consumed by the case and beg him to take himself off the case?

8:52 - “I called every number at the FBI. You wanted nothing to do with me.” I hate Martin. He’s trying to blame Malcolm. He’s suggesting that more women could have been saved from the Woodsman if Malcolm hadn’t been ignoring Martin while he worked for the FBI. Martin is actually implying that the Woodsman could have been caught years ago if Malcolm wasn’t such a bad son.

8:57 - “...such anger issues. Still do.” I’m going to punch him. I hate Martin. He’s mentally torturing our mental-fragile baby and he’s having fun doing it. Malcolm looks absolutely wrecked and my heart is shattering. Someone needs to give Malcolm a hug. Yesterday.

8:59 - This moment has been giffed but damn is it worth pointing out again. The way Malcolm is self-soothing with his left hand while his right hand shakes is gorgeous. It really shows the depth of Malcolm’s inner conflict. I’m in love with this moment. Give Tom Payne an Emmy. Please.

9:13 - “There’s no time, my boy.” Every word that comes out of Martin’s mouth is calculated and manipulative. He has Malcolm exactly where he wants him and I hate it.

10:05 - I’m 90% sure Martin already knows who the Woodsman is. He’s just playing dumb so he can screw with Malcolm’s head for longer.

10:17 - YES MALCOLM. Stand up to Martin. I love it. It also makes me worry about Malcolm’s mental health but I think we can all agree that Malcolm’s been on a downward spiral for months. At this point, our boy is not going to start improving his mental state until he hits rock bottom.

10:19 - Martin actually looks shocked when Malcolm demands he earn his trust. Like it never occurred to him that Malcolm might be willing to rebuild the trust to begin with.

10:30 - This whole scene between Gil and Ruiz is genuinely one of my top scenes of this episode (maybe even of the season). “The media will crucify him” “You might as well issue a shoot on sight order” “This isn’t a joke” “He has his demons but he’s not his father.” “I’ll stake my career on it.” This is one of the purest Papa!Gil scenes of the season and Malcolm isn’t even present. I love how Gil is literally willing to put his entire career on the line for Malcolm. I love how Gil is fighting for Malcolm in a public setting. Look at how the whole precinct watches the exchange. Gil is putting himself on the line in front of an entire precinct of people who respect him out of love for Malcolm. <3 <3 <3

10:47 - “If he’s still alive.” If. Gil is terrified. Gil is losing hope. This isn’t like Watkins. Gil knows how desperately Malcolm wants Martin’s love and Gil knows that compromises Malcolm’s ability to profile his way out of a dangerous situation. Gil knows that Martin will kill Malcolm. Maybe not today, this week, or this year but it’s part of Martin’s plan. Gil knows that even if Martin doesn’t kill Malcolm - he’s capable of taking Malcolm away forever. Maybe by going on the run but maybe just because he tormented Malcolm to the point where Malcolm regresses to the scared 10-year old that Gil worked so hard to help. Gil knows Malcolm won’t survive that kind of trauma again. At least not mentally. Gil is terrified and I’m in awe.

11:05 - “C’mon kid. Where the hell are you?” Hear that? It’s my heart shattering into a million pieces because this is the type of father Malcolm deserves. The fatherly concern Gil has for Malcolm is everything to me.

11:20 - “Damn his daughter’s smoking.” hahahaha the irony.

11:24 - Why am I so shocked and delighted that Malcolm has an NYPD ID? <3 It makes perfect sense that he’d have one but now I have these headcanons of Gil taking Malcolm around to the accounting office, and the administration offices to get him set up at the NYPD and my heart can’t handle how cute it is.

12:12 - “You brought egg salad.” Ugh. These guys are so artificially in love and it grosses me out.

12:54 - See what I mean? Crutchfield looks like Gary from the motel. I can’t unsee it.

13:12 - Look another moment where Gil is CLEARLY thinking “this family I swear” hahahaha this man is so done with life today

13:44 - “I know that look Jess.” <3 Aww....they’re practically married. <3 Jokes aside, this is amazing. Jessica respects Gil and she stops her plans when she notices the look on Gil’s face. She knows he’s not trying to control her - he’s trying to protect her and her children. He loves them and he’s trying to lighten her load.

15:00 - “It’s your Lieutenant.” there’s a split second when you can see the hope, confusion, and fear clouding Malcolm’s face. For just a moment he thinks Gil is on the phone. Then the deputy says “Clare” and Malcolm’s expression transforms into one of annoyance and disgust.

15:20 - “I didn’t have a credit card.” BAHAHAHAHAHA can we all just agree that talking about porn with your adult children is gross?

15:27 - This. Is. The. Worst. Thing. That. Could. Happen. The headline says “Son of Martin Whitly” and then later we find out Malcolm BRIGHT is on a wanted poster. Malcolm’s privacy from the press has been compromised. His life has been compromised. Nothing will ever be the same. This is bad for Malcolm’s already fragile mental health. His flimsy sense of safety has been forcibly removed and the public is going to crucify him again. Just for being Martin Whitly’s son. People are going to Google him. They’re going to find out he went to Harvard, that he was fired from the FBI, that he has mental health problems (although, Ainsley already exposed that).

15:52 - Damn. It should be illegal for someone’s wanted picture to be that attractive (and I say that as an asexual).

16:00 - “You need a minute?” I love LOVE this interaction between JT and Dani. You can see that JT is a little unsure of how to talk to Dani because he loves her like a little sister and he knows she loves Bright. It’s adorable. <3 Big brother JT is my favourite JT.

16:17 - “I like the guy.” UGH. I’m going to go sob in the corner. <3 <3 This line is AMAZING for two (2) reasons. 1) JT is admitting that he likes Malcolm. The bromance is real and I’m here for it. 2) This is JT subtly telling Dani that he knows she likes Bright as more than a friend and it’s not a bad thing. Malcolm isn’t a bad person and he can understand why she’s attracted to the annoying little dude. <3

16:35 - Why is Ainsley working with Dani and JT? Does she actually want to find them? I still think she’s somehow involved in this.

16:48 - “Did you steal this truck?!?” Good boy Malcolm. Don’t trust him.

17:05 - Martin’s biggest mistake: he underestimated how devoted Malcolm is to his ‘mission’. He wasn’t able to manipulate and subdue Malcolm as quickly as he would’ve liked and now his plan is unravelling because Malcolm is snapping out of his ‘Martin might be good’ trance.

17:19 - “I’m calling Gil. I should’ve known.” <3 I have no words. Just joy.

17:45 - “I do not want my son getting killed because of it.” LIES. Martin tried to kill Malcolm because of it when Malcolm was 10 years old. Martin didn’t care when Malcolm was bullied, shunned, and literally locked in a closet because of Martin. Martin didn’t care that the weight of his crimes destroyed his son’s childhood and continued mental health. Martin. Doesn’t. Care. The problem? Malcolm so so desperately wants to believe that Martin cares about him. You can convince yourself of almost anything if you want to badly enough.

18:13 - Annnnnd Martin’s plan is back on. He’s lied his way back into Malcolm’s tentative good graces and the manipulation is still in full force.

18:18 - The parallel that Martin is going on a stakeout with Malcolm right now and the fact that Gil used to take Malcolm on stakeouts as a kid is overwhelming. Do you think Martin knew about those stakeouts? Is this Martin’s way of trying to prove to Malcolm that he’s a better father than Gil?

18:33 - I DO NOT LIKE THIS. I DO NOT LIKE THIS. I DO NOT LIKE THIS. Capshaw is crazy and I don’t like her alone with my queen Jessica. #stressed

18:37 - “Believe me, I understand.” Ugh. Someone (preferably Gil) hug Jessica. This woman has been repressing her emotions for too long. :(

18:56 - Ooooooooohhhhhh Capshaw just made the biggest mistake of her life. This woman is actively trying to convince the world that Malcolm is just like Martin Whitly and then she said as much to his mother’s FACE. I’m here for the lady fight. Say what you want, but vicious girl fights are so much more entertaining than dudes who just hit each other.

19:29 - Bitch. Jessica regularly mixes pills with alcohol. Research your victim, moron. This isn’t going to work.

19:56 - “You. Always you.” .....isn’t that what Malcolm said to Eve? Ew. ALSO the way Martin dismisses Malcolm’s admittance is very upsetting. If he wanted to prove that he’s a good father he should really pretend to care. At least a little.

20:25 - As far as Martin is concerned, this is a victory. His son trusts him enough to let him out of the car - unsupervised. Martin’s plan is working (as far as Martin knows anyways. Malcolm is still definitely conflicted).

20:43 - I love that Malcolm keeps calling for “Martin”. Not “Dad”. Not “Dr. Whitly” (that would be bad on account of the manhunt). Just “Martin”. This goes back to Malcolm not knowing who “Martin” is to him He’s still trying to figure it out. Hell, he only resorts to calling him “Clare” when he thinks it’s the only way Martin will get back in the truck.

21:15 - “What the hell is he doing?” EXCELLENT question. Seriously - did this moron not recognize the Surgeon and his son? There’s a literal manhunt for these two right now. It’s all over the news. It was playing on the precinct TV only a few hours ago. WHY DID CRUTCHFIELD NOT CALL ANYONE ABOUT THEIR IDENTITIES?!? Isn’t it protocol to call the NYPD about this or a hotline? I’m sure it said as much on the wanted flyers and the news.

22:05 - I’m honestly so stressed that Jessica is tipsy and drugged right now.

22:35 - “Back then I wasn’t a good judge of character. Now I can sniff them out a mile away.” UGH. This honestly gives me PTSD. My mom says the same thing. She married an abusive man and now she claims she’s self-aware and is an excellent judge of character (spoiler alert: she’s not). My mom is about as good at it as Jessica. I mean, anyone remember Endicott? Or Eve?

23:06 - “What was that Jessie?” OMG. I hate Capshaw more with each passing moment.

23:16. - GIL. OH THANK GOD. JESSICA IS GOING TO BE OKAY. EVERYTHING IS GOING TO BE OKAY. JESSICA DIDN’T GO LONE RANGER ON THIS.

23:34 - Is that a picture of baby Malcolm on the mantle? <3 So cute. <3

24:10 - This bitch is going to jail for a looooonnnng time. Gil Arroyo and Jessica Whitly just heard her admit to torturing their son. She’s going to suffer. I’m happy about it.

24:28 - “Daddy. Daddy.” My heart is breaking. This is a real insecurity that Jessica has about Malcolm. She feels like she’s not enough for Malcolm. That’s why he keeps visiting Martin. That’s why Malcolm was so attached to Gil and Jackie as a kid (and now). Jessica feels inadequate as a mother. That probably contributes to how she emotionally neglects Ainsley. She’s afraid of trying and failing to be enough for both of her children. So she denies herself the possibility of failure by throwing the match.

25:07 - Jessica and Malcolm studying Krav Maga together. Headcannon accepted. My heart swells at the thought.

26:12 - Anyone else think it’s interesting that the picture of baby Ainsley was smashed over Jessica’s head. It just feels too convenient. It has to be some sort of hidden message. Does it mean that Ainsley’s the one who is going to destroy the family? Does it mean Ainsley’s working with Capshaw (or Martin)? It has to mean something. Right?!?

26:34 - “I meant for her sake.” I love Gil. He’s not threatened by the fact that Jessica is a badass. Hell, he thinks it hot. Weak men are intimidated by strong women. Gil’s a keeper.

26:46 - WHUMP. <3

27:15 - This wasn’t part of Martin’s plan but I do genuinely think Martin’s not nearly as scared as he’s acting.

27:38 - Why doesn’t JT introduce Ainsley? Because she’s not law enforcement and she’s not technically supposed to be there?

27:56 - Damn. Ainsley is desperate for attention from anyone. I bet you that’s why she became a reporter. People have to listen to you when your face is on their TV reporting the news.

29:41 - JT is triggered. :( This is PTSD. The last time a gun was pointed at him it was extremely traumatic “I’m a father. I’m a good man and I am not a threat to you.” :( Someone hug him.

29:57 - “But she is.” <3 DAMN. Badass!Dani for the win. <3

30:34 - “Predatory psychopath married an emotionally compromised enabler.” Is this a comment on Jessica and Martin’s marriage? Jessica didn’t consciously enable Martin but her rich lifestyle and the things she was willing to overlook to maintain appearances definitely gave Martin more leeway than he should have had.

30:48 - “You haven’t been in my league for decades.” Yep. Now Martin wants to kill Don. He didn’t need Malcolm to beg him to hurt Don. Martin was already chomping at the bit.

32:00 - “NO.” Malcolm’s not his father. Even now he doesn’t want anyone to get hurt. He tries to protect everyone from physical harm. Even serial killers. That’s a good man.

32:30 - I hated this speech from Ainsley. It felt....artificial? I just can’t see Ainsley actually believing that her Mother is light, kind, and good when she clearly resents her Mother for paying so much attention to Malcolm and neglecting her. This whole speech just felt really out of character to me. It felt like Ainsley was pulling a Malcolm - saying whatever she needed to get the suspect to confess to the truth.

33:43 - “I can’t. Not anymore.” Bullshit. Martin clearly wants to hurt this guy. He just refuses to do it until Malcolm begs. Also, it feels like the show is trying to suggest that this is Malcolm giving into the ‘darkness’ that Ainsley was referring to. I disagree. This is typical Malcolm - consumed by the need to save a victim and solve the case. This is the guy who chopped off a guy’s hand to save his life, the guy who tried to infiltrate a cult to save Andi, the guy who tried climbed out of an elevator shaft to arrest a serial killer. Malcolm just doesn’t care about himself and his mental health isn’t doing so great. That doesn’t mean he’s becoming a killer. He’s not ‘going dark’.

34:40 - “Please. I’m asking as your son.” This wrecked me. 1) Malcolm looks so utterly destroyed here. Anguish is all over his face. You can see him grasping at straws because he’s so desperate to save Jeannie. He’s willing to compromise the idea that his Dad may have changed. Malcolm knows Martin hasn’t changed but asking him to do this will make it real and kill Malcolm’s desperate fantasy of a bio-dad who loves him. 2) Martin is a piece of shit. You can see how utterly delighted he is when Malcolm begs and refers to himself as Martin’s son. Martin views Malcolm as a possession and it delights him to hear Malcolm confirm that possession (”I’m asking as you son.”)

35:00 - Okay. His hand isn’t shaking but look at him. You can’t tell me he’s enjoying this. He looks terrified, guilty, nauseous and I don’t think it’s because he’s suddenly realizing that he and Martin are the same. I think it’s because he just compromised his moral code to save a total stranger. He somehow found it in himself to favour a Jeannie over Don. Yes - Don is a serial killer. Yes - Jeannie is his victim. So, yeah - picking Jeannie over Don is logical but does that make it right? That’s what Malcolm is struggling with. That AND the fact that he just asked his Dad to hurt someone - the screaming is probably bringing back suppressed childhood PTSD from that camping trip in the woods.

35:13 - Another crazy theory for why Malcolm’s hand isn’t shaking. Have you ever been so so so scared/stressed/anxious that you felt nothing? Seriously - it’s like your brain just shuts down everything but life support and your body goes on autopilot. I honestly think that could be happening to Malcolm as a way to cope with the stress.

35:20 - This is Martin pretending to be tormented and I HATE HIM FOR IT. He’s playing with our broken boy and I despise him for it. Hasn’t Malcolm suffered enough?!?!

36:04 - Something tells me that Don’s testimony will be vital to clearing Malcolm’s name next season (yes, I’m in complete denial that this show is cancelled).

37:03 - This hurts. Martin is comforting Jeannie and it’s bringing back childhood memories for Malcolm. Memories of a Dad who used to read him bedtime stories and tuck him into bed at night. Memories that are tainted with the knowledge that Martin is a serial killer. Look at how sad Malcolm is. He’s fully accepting that Martin hasn’t changed and that he never will. He’s letting go of the desperate hope that Martin might love him the way he remembers as a child. He’s remembering that the love he experienced as a child was all a hoax on Martin’s part to begin with.

37:07 - WHEN DID MALCOLM GET A PHONE??!?! WTF.

37:14 - “The bad man is gone now.” Except he’s not. He’s always been here. He didn’t change. He just tried to be cleverer than his son. It failed.

37:52 - Do you know what would have made this scene even more powerful? A flashback to the phone call baby Malcolm made to 911 in 1998.

38:08 - NOW Martin is Dr.Whitly because Malcolm has fully accepted that Martin = The Surgeon = Dr. Whitly. They’re all the same and they all suck.

38:33 - “Maybe I need to work on that.” <3 <3 Yes, get sober sweetheart. Your dependance on alcohol and pills is not healthy.

38:45 - This Gillica moment will live forever in my heart. I swear I’ve never shipped to people so hard while fully wanting them to be my parents.

38:51 - OMG. Of fucking course it’s Edrisa. <3 hahahahaha

39:29 - The fact that Malcolm gave Jeannie his jacket is so cute to me. Just more proof that Malcolm’s a good guy.

39:57 - Looks like the Claremont cardio program is lacking. (I’m so mean).

40:08 - I love this whole exchange between Martin and Malcolm. 1) I fully believe that Martin is genuinely upset that Malcolm turned him in (the dude doesn’t want to go back to prison - fair enough). 2) Malcolm just looks so broken as he listens to his father rant. You can see how bad Malcolm feels for turning his own father over to the cops. Again. The guilt is consuming Malcolm. Very bad for his flimsy mental health.

40:22 - “You made me become him again.” Okay. Stay in your lane Martin. Let’s not victim blame here. You’re a monster. You’ve been manipulating Malcolm all day and you’re still at it. You wanted to hurt Don but you want to hurt Malcolm more.

41:11 - “This world isn’t for you.” My heart is shattering. You can hear the pain in Malcolm’s voice. This isn’t a conversation anyone should have to have with a parents. Especially not when you’re already wracked with guilt and mental health issues that you’re not coping with.

41:20 - “Dad. Listen to me. I’m trying to save you.” THIS. THIS is the show. For two years we’ve watched Malcolm try to empathize and understand killers because he’s desperate to save his father and alleviate his guilt for turning Martin in.

42:00 - “I was a good father. But you, you were never a good son.” ...............this is bad. Shit. This. Is. Bad. This is going to torment Malcolm for the rest of his life. He is going to constantly question “should I have been nicer to Ainsley? Should I have been more obedient? Should I have shown more of an interest in medicine? Would that have stopped that from killing? Did he kill because I wasn’t a good enough son?” Logically Malcolm will know none of that is true but it won’t matter because pain isn’t always logical.

42:26 - 1) Damn. This family is stabby. 2) holy shit holy shit holy shit. 3) I’m shook. I fully expected it but I’m still shook. It was self defence but that won’t matter. Sure, there’s a 90% chance that Malcolm won’t suffer legally for this but there’s a 100% chance this is going to ruin Malcolm’s life. The guilt is going to swallow him whole. His mental health is going. to reach an all time low. The media will crucify him. No one will look at him the same. He won’t be able to go anywhere without people making assumptions about him. He’s going to be transported back to 1998 - this time with more trauma. It’s not going to be good (and I’m ecstatic at the thought of it because I’m an emotional whump whore).

42:40 - His hand’s not shaking. I honestly think it’s because he’s in shock because Malcolm still looks like hell. He’s dissociating. If this triggers a mute!Malcolm episode I’m going to be the most excited person in the world.

42:46 - “I was right. We’re the same.” This was Martin’s master plan. He knew once he escaped Claremont there was no going back. He didn’t want to go back to prison so he found a way to get himself killed (I’m assuming this kills Martin because that’s a lot of blood). No only did he plan to either 1) be on the run forever or 2) die trying - he made sure that he could torment Malcolm as much as possible along the way. This sentence is going to destroy Malcolm. That sentence has been his greatest fear for 23 years. Now he thinks it’s true. It doesn’t matter that he stabbed out of self-defence. Fear isn’t logical. This is a big problem.

43:12 - “Bright? What did you do?!?” ..................It’s been 3 days and I still can’t handle this sentence. You can see the shock on Dani’s face and the fear in Malcolm’s eyes. He looks like a cornered animal. He thinks she’s going to arrest him - he knows she has to. He thinks he just ruined his chances at a happy ending with Dani. He’s realizing all at once just how bad his life is about to get. AND DANI - she doesn’t believe he’s a killer but that doesn’t mean she’s not scared for him. The dude looks like he’s in the middle of a mental breakdown plus the legal issues - it’s not going to be a good day.

I CAN’T BELIEVE THE SEASON ENDED LIKE THIS. I HATE IT. I LOVE IT. I’M CONFLICTED. I HAVE SO MANY FEELINGS. I WANT CLOSURE AND THIS JUST GAVE ME MORE QUESTIONS. UGH. THANK GOD FOR AO3.

I sincerely hope another network picks us up for a third season - I’ll be back if they do. If not - thanks for hanging out with me. I’ve had fun and this show will always have home in my heart.

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