#[something REALLY STUPID like NOT BEING ABLE TO DO A SIMPLE TURN WHILE MOVING WITH THE FLAG]

[talkorsomething]

Too [insert adjective here] for guard ...................

Well, it's only half related.

We "hit a pothole", "had a slipup", whatever you want to call it — sunday. Aka: for the sake of my sanity we are not labeling it a relapse but good god does it feel as though I have invited the demons back in.

I know why, but I don't really know why. Because, I mean... I never have, to begin with. So: when I decided i was doing it sunday, i accepted it. "Let it happen", as someone would probably say to me. It's not...

I've been thinking about it for a while now. It's like anything - it comes and goes, a few times a year, and no matter what, I always ignore it.

Except, maybe there's something I'm not paying attention to? Or, ignoring, is the better word for it?

Of course it would be the one thing I have happening in my life.

November, I was burnt out for unrelated reasons. It was a lot to take in. That made sense. Now? ... why now?

There's not really any pressure on me. Yes, I have to do things, yes, it will be noticed if they're bad, but ...... it's not important. We don't spend time on it. I'm coming back next year, but it might be at the cost of ... all of this. I think it's progress. I haven't touched my guitar in any serious capacity in over a year. I think it's progress.

I don't take compliments well. I can't tell if that's why I don't get them, but I'm not being corrected much either. Only when I drift too far from what the work is supposed to be, only after weeks of it going, I can only assume, unnoticed. I keep getting stuck.

...push it back down.

Telling me I'm doing good isn't telling me what I know I have to be getting wrong. I could take it, at the cost of... all of this. I'm anticipating, and I know it can come. This is not where I was when I started.

It's been said, I haven't been told, that not starting it means you're more of a burden, by making the other person have to do it first. I know that. I do. And still it doesn't help. I'm not drowning. It wasn't an accident, but it wasn't planned, either. I don't know you.

I don't know you.

I'm not a good person. I'm not a nice person. Every week I tell myself this is really it, and every week I come back, and ... what? Forget I ever said anything? Forget we're not friends?

Well, we're not, huh? Nobody is, with me. What you see I swear you misunderstand. You don't ask. If you do, well, I can't answer. We're at an impasse.

It's not even my fault we didn't make it. I shouldn't feel like this over nothing. I don't do anything. You will, correctly, not let me do anything, because potential doesn't matter if you can't back it up. If you won't back it up. I let things happen to me.

I don't even feel better. And, actually, ironically, i think i know what would let me feel better. If I can't be upset with anyone else, at least I can be with myself.

... but, well, not even that. Your heart in my hands, but I mean it diegetically. And metaphorically. I hate putting myself out there, I hate having to actually perform, and yet every time, no matter what, I do it. I'm fine. I only cared at the start, and even then not very.

I don't feel anything. Not a lot, anyways. I don't let it happen. I can't. I don't know what it'll mean if I start being honest with myself.

...

I've pulled myself out of this before. A few times, now. Different circumstances, but I've done it all the same. Seasonal depression notwithstanding.

I'm only here because I did things I was scared to. And still, I'm the same. No progress made. The only way out is to do it again but I feel like I can't. I can't.

Will someone just let me say that?

Will someone just fucking help for once?

#sh tw #(implied - i know i didnt actually say it in the post but yes i did c** myself sunday) #100% секретный дневник левы НЕ ЧИТАЙ #im cursed with being a bit too self aware so #i think its compounded by my nepotism hire ... not letting me do my nepotism hire things #(for legal reasons i cannot say) #and then to add to that not letting me do anything I probably COULD actually do given slightly more instruction (at guard) #its just ... im a very angry person actually . except right now thats because im not EATING RIGHT EITHER #BECAUSE ALL OF MY PROBLEMS ARE COMBINING INTO ONE BIG INTERCONNECTED PROBLEM #back to my point. #guard instructors decided that for my first year i will not do anything cool because i'm not able to learn in about 2 seconds flat #[read: get very upset very quickly when i get things wrong and then . cant do them because im trying not to have a breakdown over] #[something REALLY STUPID like NOT BEING ABLE TO DO A SIMPLE TURN WHILE MOVING WITH THE FLAG] #so like okay. i get it okay. i'm not good at this. could you at least TELL ME i suck so i can feel justified about feeling bad about it. #could you just fucking tell me this isn't a guard where you can show up with no experience. could you do me a real solid and tell me that. #i dont know maybe the real sign it wasnt for me was when i was seriously considering not turning up for the second 'audition' #really i just hate how much he yells at us. not even at ME because i do so little there is no room to fuck it up. just at everyone else . #it doesn't motivate me to come back but i NEED 'friends' so bad and i love performing so now i just get anxious enough that i cant eat .. #.. before going to rehearsal. which is stupid. because i've done it a million times before. #...... #i'm just.... everyone says he isn't actually that bad. & he used to be worse. so it really is just me. #it's just me being oversensitive. because i've never had any REAL experience in ... just about anything #so; yes. it IS on me how I feel and obviously how I react. and I keep pushing it down because it's stupid; really; to still feel this way. #anyways. our last weekend without a competition is this very weekend #so you'll never guess who's having a REALLY FUCKING HARD TIME trying to practice #i'm like this close to going to bed early and without having done the dance warmup for the third day in a row. #лёва there is no TIME why are you STILL NOT PRACTICING for the love of god get it together #(oh also when i say 'friends' in quotes it is because i desparately want to believe we're friends but they dont even talk to me really) #(and because im not even IN most of the show theres not much to bond over. literally like i have everything down Decent enough (apparently) #so theres not even any 'i will help u with this toss' team bonding. no shared moment of we are all out of breath because i DONT DO ANYTHING

[whackk-kermitt]

Confessing Your Love

Genre: Headconons

Warnings: Cursing(Brok..)

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Kratos

“Hmm,” followed by a slow nod.

He wouldn't say anything immediately.

He will just kind of look at you, studying your eyes.

He doesn't want to take chances.

Man has trust issues!

Telling him you love him will make him so happy yet so scared.

You wouldn't be able to tell.

Eventually you'd hear, “I love you, as well.”

He'd immediately ask you to move your things to his home if you haven't already.

He loves you, so you need to stay close so he can protect and provide for you!

He'd start to find more excuses to touch you and you'd laugh telling him he doesn't need them.

Eventually, he will be comfortable enough to walk up to you just for an embrace or smooch.

Mimir

Before his head got..you know.. His first instinct you be to turn to you completely.

“Really, Las? An old man like me?” He'd laugh but he'd offer to do something romantic.

Smartest man alive, but he never saw that coming.

Either way he’d swear his loyalty and heart to you.

Anything you want, he's on it.

After his head…

He'd probably hesitate to return the sentiment, no matter how genuine it is.

“I- I can't offer you much, Las.” He’d frown.

He'd feel inadequate, and undeserving- he's just a head after all!

What could he give you in terms of love and affection?

After telling him his company is all you desire then he'd probably think you've gone mad.

But after a while of talking about it he'd smile and say it back.

You'd carry his head on your belt during travels throughout the realms after.

Giving him kisses on his cheeks and forehead.

It's simple and innocent devotion and its loves that he's enough for you.

Atreus

Telling Arteus you've got a crush on him would probably make him completely freeze and go red.

I'm talking his fathers tattoo red!

Lots of stuttering and blushing while you guys talked about it.

He wouldn't really know what to do or say afterwards.

But no doubt he'd eventually be able to get it out that he likes you too.

He's never done any of this before, so he'd probably go to Mimir or Freya for advice.

If and when you ever hold his hand or hug him his palms get sweaty and he gets nervous.

But he's happy to oblige!

He thinks your so cute.

Talks to his dad about it.

He's shy, but after a while of spending more time hanging out with you he’d get cocky and try to show off and impress you more.

Half of the time he’ll be trying so hard he just ends up looking silly or just straight up stupid.

But you laugh it off and tell him how cute and sweet he is.

He's whipped.

Freya

No matter how comfortable she is around you, no matter how safe you make her feel, she'll hesitate.

As soon as you tell her you're in love with her, she'll need room away from you.

In every relationship so far, she's been to much or not enough.

The woman is hurt and healing.

She's scared its not the truth, like with Odin.

Or if it is, and you truly love her, then what if she messes it up?

What is her love is to much for you and you leave her?

Or what if, out of fear of being too much, she’s not enough- and you leave her? 

Freya can't take another heartbreak.

But after seeing how understanding you are of her past, and reassuring her worries that you're not going anywhere she's willing to listen.

You'd tell her that it doesn't matter if she loves you the same way, or another, as long as your with her its enough for you.

And hearing that would be enough for her.

You'd have to take things slowand steady with her.

But she is so very much in love with you.

She will make sure you both set boundaries to keep her from going to far and pushing you away.

She doesn't wanna lose you too.

Brok

“Well it's about fucking time!”

He's so cool and sure of himself on the outside, so he'll play it off like he know you loved him.

But really he's surprised.

He's not the most romantic man, but he'll give it an honest try for your sake.

He’ll get flowers and sweets for his lady.

Most definitely start bringing about you to everyone he meets every chance he gets.

He's very standoffish when it comes to affection.

So any time you give it to him he'll stutter just slightly and awkwardly reciprocate it while he gets used to someone being infatuated with him.

Very defensive and protective is anyone makes comments about you two.

“Mind your business, you unfuckable drauger-looking bastard!” 

Very confident on the outside, very unsure on the inside.

He's worried he's not doing it right but all he needs is you smiling at him the way you do and he'll be just fine. 

Sindri

Congratulations, you broke him.

His initial reaction is giving O.O

Wide eyes, red cheeks, mouth open.

He'd stutter for a response and get frustrated with himself for losing his voice for a moment.

Give him some time and words will just start spilling out.

He loves you, that was no secret to anyone!

He’ll tell you all about it when the air come back into his lungs.

He’ll go on and on about how pretty you are, and amazing, and how much he likes your smile.

Lots of nervous chuckles and shy grins from this man.

He hates when people touch him, sorry to say you're no exception.

But you figured you wouldnt be; at least for now.

However he is willing to hook his pink finger to yours every now and then as a very small step in the direction of hugging you.

Having you love him really makes him frustrated with his thing with germs and dirt.

He’s never had a problem with it before.

But now he wants to hold you and be held by you and the thought of it makes him shiver in disgust.

It's a fear he's willing to conquer if it means one day he'll get to see the smile on your face when he holds you with out gagging for the first time.

You know better then to take offense; it's nothing personal.

He gags at everyone. 

Tyr

He didn't see it coming.

But he had hoped..

It was a happy surprise when you blurted it out while spending time with him while reading.

He gave you a soft smile after the shock settled and returned the sentiment .

Not much had to be said between you two after that.

The only thing that really changed in the relationship were beginning to sit closer together and a lot more gentle touches.

He'd rest against you while you braid his hair, and he'll braid yours.

His eyes have always laid on you softly, but there's something more in them when he looks at you now.

Contentment.

He’s happy to share any moment a with you that he can. 

Heimdal

He knew.

He knew you loved him for a while.

He knew you wanted to say it.

The cooky little shit just waited and waited until you did.

He wanted to hear it.

But when you approached him and said you loved him it felt different then he imagined it would.

He knew you, and he saw in your head that you truly meant it.

He knew you loved the good, the bad, and the ugly in him.

He knew that unlike the other people who have claimed to love him, you didn't think ‘i can change him.’

He saw the unsure insecurities in your head and body language that he wouldn't feel the same way.

After all, he reads minds, and he knew what you felt all this time and never addressed it so clearly he wasn't interested, right?

To be honest, up until that point he hadn't really considered your feelings despite knowing them.

You had told him you loved him, but you had only said it so he would tell you what you believed he would- that he doesn't care.

You had only said it so he could break your heart, and you could get closure, and hopefully move on.

It twisted his gut that you were walking into this fully believing you would be turned away.

He saw in your head that you had already been crying over it.

But that's not what he wanted, so instead being sarcastic or rude like he would be with literally anyone else he smiled at you.

“I know.” He said softly.

Thor

“Good for you.”

He's not really interested.

Plus he's still married.

So piss off.

Not proof read.

•Kermitts Masterlist•

#gow #gow x reader #god of war #god of war ragnarok #kratos #kratos x reader #atreus #atreus x reader #freya #freya x reader #thor #thor x reader #heimdall #heimdall x reader #sindri #gow brok #gow sindri #mimir #gow mimir #Mimirxreader

[bunnliix]

Love Shot

Inspired by this dialogue prompt from @creativepromptsforwriting "You’re so adorable. I want to pick you up and never let you down."

word count: 1 260 warnings: drinking, alcohol, (not) unrequited crushes, reader getting drunk, reader wanting to get blackout drunk

I was never the type of person to go out clubbing and drinking. Any of my friends could tell you that. I normally stayed far away from clubs, they were far too loud for my taste, and yet here I was on a Friday night, by myself trying to get blackout drunk. There's a bit of a backstory on how I got here, and it all started earlier while I was on campus.

For a bit of backstory, most of my friends I met while in college, except for Felix. Felix and I have been friends since high school. We were both the nerdy type of kids, except that he had the advantage that puberty was nice to him. While I've had a crush on him since I met him, however I valued my friendship with him too much to ever say something. I'd rather an unrequited love, than to lose him over something simple like a crush. It ended up happening by pure coincidence that we attended the same college, but it worked out really well for me. I'm more of an introvert, while Felix is the extrovert who makes all of our friends, and that's more or less what happened.

Most of that isn't really important though, to be honest, except that I still have the biggest crush on Felix, six years later. He and the rest of our friend group, affectionately called "Stray Kids" for some reason or another, are the campus hotties. Which means I get to see girls upon girls try and shoot their shot with all of them, and for most of the boys, I don't give a shit who they date. I however get way too envious sometimes of the girls I see hanging around my best friend. Chan, the eldest of the friends, was sitting with me while we watched the boys have fun. 

"Are you ever going to say something to him? About your crush on him?" He questioned me. I turned to him like he was crazy. We've had this conversation a million times, and it was never going to happen. 

"I've told you Chan, he'd never like me that way, and I'm never gonna jeopardize my friendship with him over a stupid crush." 

"You'll never find out if he likes you though, if you never say anything." He retorts.

"I don't wanna find out if he doesn't like me. Besides, there's a good chance I could mess things up between him and I, and I'm not taking that chance." I stood up, and moved to leave the table, grabbing my things as I said goodbye to Chan. I really didn't want to deal with the guys nagging me to finally ask him out, it just made it worse. I headed home, before having the stupid idea that I should go out and drink instead of staying home, but impulsive decisions are a thing I do a lot.

I know it's kind of a shitty reason to be out trying to get blackout drunk at a bar, but honestly I couldn't think of anything better to help me deal with the pain of not being able to tell Felix I like him. I was about four drinks in, and already on my way to being wasted when I felt a hand land on my shoulder. I look back, my vision already blurring to see Felix behind me. "Hiii Lixieeee!" I giggled, waving at him. He grabbed my hand, pulling me away from the bar, while I took my drink with me. 

"Lixie, where are you taking me? I was having a good time at the bar~" I pouted at him, my words slightly slurring. He stopped suddenly and turned to face me, leaning down to cup my face in his hands. 

"Why are you out drinking? This isn't like you." He asked me, looking concerned. 

"Why are you so concerned, Lixie? I'm just having some fun and letting loose a bit. Aren't I allowed to have fun?" I shoot back at him, some frustration coming out in the process. I chug down the rest of whatever was in my glass, feeling the burn as it made its way down my throat. Felix reached to take the glass and put it somewhere out of my eyesight.

"Chan told me where you were. He was out with a couple of the other boys and they saw you here by yourself. You never go out to bars, why are you even here? If you wanted to drink, I would have brought over stuff, and we could've had fun at your apartment. Why are you doing this? Tell me, please?" He questioned me, begging me to answer him. 

I assume it was my lack of self control, but I blurted out, almost angrily at him, "I'm in love with you, okay! I've been in love with your cute face for the last six years, and I can't bear seeing you with other people. I want your eyes on me and only me. And I was never going to tell you because I didn't want to ruin our friendship." I couldn't bear to look at him after that. Felix went silent, and I started getting tears in my eyes, which started falling when the man started chuckling.

"You’re so adorable. I want to pick you up and never let you down." That made me look up at him in surprise. "Did you never think I wanted you too? I've wanted you so badly, wanted to call you mine. I was too scared that you wouldn't feel the same way. Oh baby, I think we've both been idiots for a little too long." He pulled me into a hug, resting his head on top of mine, before saying, "How about we head home now, yeah? We can talk about this more in the morning, when you're sober." I don't have it in me to do anything more than nod.

He takes me back to his car, opening the passenger door and helping me in, before going around to the driver's seat. He started the car and drove us the short ride to his apartment he shared with a couple of our friends. I was still a bit too intoxicated to walk by myself, so Felix assisted me up into his apartment, and then into his bedroom, having me sit down on his bed while he found clothes for me to wear. He set them out on the bed, pushing me to change into them while he went and found a spare toothbrush for me to use. By the time he returned, I had changed into the shirt he left me, but decided not to put on the shorts. He handed me the toothbrush, and since I had been here before, I knew my way to the bathroom. I quickly washed up, feeling a bit less wasted by the time I returned to his room. Felix was already waiting on his bed for me to get back, and ushered me into his bed and under the covers, while he laid down on top of them. 

I looked up at him, and softly asked, "Can you hold me while I fall asleep?" He nodded, blushing and moved under the covers with me, as I rested my head on his arm as his other one came around my waist. 

He softly kissed my cheek as he whispered, "Good night." It didn't take me long to fall asleep in his arms, feeling the happiest I had been in a while.

#skz x reader #stray kids x reader #felix x reader #lee felix x reader #skz imagines #stray kids imagines #felix imagines #lee felix #skz fluff #skz angst #skz felix fluff #felix angst

[tom-foolery-incorporated]

Fresh Linen

>AFAB! Gender-neutral! Reader, underwear stealing, Leviathan being a pervert, masturbation, sexual fantasy, underwear smelling, soft yandere themes, Leviathan being a pervert, use of a fleshlight, only one cock for Levi (sorry), Leviathan getting caught, degradation, rough sex, underwear gag, cum eating, slight voyeurism, clothed sex, creampie

Leviathan didn't mean for this to become a habit. It actually started out on accident. When it was Belphegor's day to do laundry he ended up mixing everyone's laundry up. It just so happened that Leviathan ended up with a pair of your underwear with his clothes. His face became that of a tomato while he tried to not pass out. The underwear he was holding was striped with a light blue and a darker shade of blue kind of like those blue and white striped underwear sets he'd seen in more lewd anime. He immediately flung the underwear out of his grip in a moment of both fear and embarrassment but quickly re-scooped it up as to not disrespect it. Levithan wondered if you had gotten a pair of his underwear? Quickly, he sifted through his laundry only to see he was only missing a couple shirts and socks. Did anyone else have your underwear? Jealousy coursed through him at the thought. No one should be able to see your underwear except him! And well you of course.

Since that day, Leviathan has been doing laundry for the House of Lamentation. Everyone assumed because he didn't want anyone touching his clothes again but really he wanted easy access to your clothes. He pulled out a pair of underwear he hadn't seen before. You did mention that Asmodeous had taken you shopping sometime over the weekend. Did his brother see you in these? Leviathan started pouting at the thought. How come stupid Asmo got to see you undressed but he couldn't? Did you not like him like he thought? I mean who would, he's just a nasty, perverted otaku. Self-pity turned into jealousy. Leviathan should be the one taking you underwear shopping! Well, maybe you both could look on Akuzon for some underwear instead of going to an irl store but still! Leviathan carelessly dumped the rest of the clothes into the washer after he pocketed your new underwear.

Next order of business was getting to his room without getting caught. With his hands in his pocket, one stroking the soft material. He heard Mammon in the living room laughing at something then came the mumbling sound of your voice. The envy exploded in him and his horns bloomed out of his head. You were supposed to be his Player 2! His Henry! Why are you making Mammon laugh and going underwear shopping with Asmo? it's unfair!

Leviathan quickly swung open his door and slammed it behind him. His breathing was heavy with anger while he brought out your underwear from his pocket. It was a simple black color with no pattern. While leaning against the shut door, he brought the fabric to his nose and took a big breath in. His tail twitched with excitement with what he smelt on the fabric. Had you been touching yourself in these? Leviathan took another whiff of the garment. You had been touching yourself in these! A shiver ran through his body at the thought of your fingers moving through your folds while your juices spilled onto the very underwear he was holding.

Dirty pervert!

He imagined you seeing him with your undergarments pressed to his nose. "You're so gross!" you would say, "I can't believe you'd sniff my underwear like that, sicko! You're such a pervert." Leviathan shivered at the way he imagined you'd speak to him. Yes, he was a pervert. Yes, he was gross. Yes, he did just lick a stripe up the crotch of your underwear. Leviathan could taste the remnants of your most private area on the fabric. He couldn't help but rub his hand on the outside of his pants, fondling the growing bulge that was so restricted within. Leviathan took another whiff of your underwear to feed his growing arousal. He could smell your sweat and the natural odor of your body on the material. He let out a short whimper at the delightful scent that traveled into his nose.

Leviathan froze hearing the sounds of footsteps coming down the hallway. He could hear your voice, your sweet voice. You were talking about the recent test in your demonic literature class. Leviathan could get lost in the sound of your voice but it was so rudely interrupted by the crude sound of his brother's response. Stupid Mammon. Why does he always get first dibs on you? Why can't Leviathan have your attention like that.

"Well first, you have to leave your room," Leviathan remembered Satan telling him one time when complaining. Stupid Satan. Leviathan wishes he could keep you in here forever. He could finally have you all to himself! Anger pooled in the pit of Leviathan's stomach. He hated how he had to share you with everyone.

It seemed that the anger only seemed to fuel his erection further. Leviathan unclasped the harness around his hips and unzipped his tight pants. As if his cock had never been exposed to the air, it sprung forth from his pants painfully hard. His flushed red head was swollen and leaking with pre-cum. The shaft throbbed with every thought of entering you but it would find no such release inside of his beloved. Instead, Leviathan wrapped your underwear around his cock. The demon let out soft pants of excitement at the thought of doing something so filthy without your knowledge. He wrapped his long slender fingers around the underwear and rubbed it up his shaft.

"MC," Leviathan whined at the thought of you sitting in his gaming chair calling him all sorts of names while he used your underwear to get himself off. Still, it wasn't enough. Leviathan needed to feel your dripping hole clenching and sucking him in. He imagined what your velvety walls would feel like wrapped around his cock. He would make sure that his was the last you would feel for all eternity. Your pussy would be molded to the exact shape of this throbbing manhood.

Leviathan huffed, unwrapping the underwear from around his cock and holding it between his teeth while he moved to rummage through his drawers. Under layers of unfolded underwear and mismatched socks, he finally found it. A long black tube with a fleshy opening the same color as your skin at the widest point. He had gotten it after his feelings for you had started to brew inside of him. Leviathan knew that you would never open your legs for a yucky otaku like himself so he opted for a silicone alternative.

He placed your underwear over the toy as if the fleshlight itself was wearing the garment. He ran his finger over the crotch of the underwear, feeling the folds of the fake pussy through the fabric. Leviathan carefully placed the toy on his dresser then moved to pull out the lube he had also hidden with it. Pushing the crotch of the underwear aside, he squirted the cool liquid into the hole of the faux vagina then through the labia. Leviathan carefully re-positioned the underwear back to its correct orientation before plopping down in his gaming chair. He pressed the head of his cock to the opening of the toy before tilting it over so the underwear was now draped over him before pushing in. The fabric slowly began to become wet with the lube he had squirted inside the fleshlight. He imagined it was your juices instead of some fake water based alternative he bought on Akuzon. Leviathan sunk the fake cunt all the way down his cock, stuffing the underwear along side it, until the faux labia rubbed against his ultra-marine pubic hair. He left the toy like that for a little bit, hoping his body heat would make the toy feel more alive. But the cold lube continued to thwart his fantasies. Leviathan needed more. He turned to his phone on his desk and pulled up your voicemails. He saved each and everyone you sent. Leviathan then grabbed his headphones and frantically plugged them into the audiojack of his phone before slipping them on over his head, carefully avoiding his horns.

Leviathan's tail was swishing and twitching behind him in excitement. Almost like a puppy when he heard your voice over come through his headphones. Slender hands grabbed the middle of the fleshlight and pulled it up before plunging it back down on his cock again. He couldn't hear the wet squelching sounds the toy made while he scrolled through and listened to each and everyone of the voicemails you left. Leviathan could close his eyes and almost imagine that you were riding him in his chair. "You're really getting off on this?" he imagined you saying, "you don't even get to feel my cunt yet you're throbbing just fucking me through my underwear? You really are a desperate virgin!" Leviathan wasn't a virgin but god the thought of you talking to him like that made him shiver in delight.

His movements became quicker as he started thrusting up into the toy every time he speared it on his cock again. At this point, the crotch of your poor abused underwear was soaked with Leviathan's pre-cum and lube.

You could only watch in utter shock as he fucked the toy through your underwear. You quickly slammed the door behind you, scared that anyone else would find Leviathan in this state. It seemed that he had his noise cancelling headphones on because he didn't let up on fucking the fake pussy in his hand.

"You're so pathetic," Leviathan imagined you saying, "I can feel how your cock is twitching. You're not even gonna last that long!" Your knees almost buckled at the noise he had made. A soft whiney moan that made you want to scoop him up and kiss him until he couldn't breathe. Then he threw his head back, his headphones falling off of his ears and onto the floor taking his phone with them. His mouth fell open in a silent scream as he pumped the toy on his cock one, two, three more times before stopping. Your hands stayed over your mouth the entire time.

"MC!" Leviathan screamed when he finally opened his eyes and saw you standing in front of his door. His hands frantically tried to cover up the very obvious black cylindrical toy hanging off of his cock. You could only stare with your heart beating in your ears. Then a dark aura moved across Leviathan.

"MC!" He huffed, "you were out there slutting yourself off to Mammon while I had to use this stupid toy!" You shakily shook your head, "n-no. That's not what-" "Of course you'd want to fuck Mammon," Leviathan sulked with a dark look on his face, "you'd never want to fuck a nasty otaku like me." "That-that's not true," you managed to mumble out.

A look of surprise flashed over Leviathan's face before being replaced with an expression that could only belong to one of the 7 demon lords of hell. He stood up, holding the toy to his cock as he made his way over to you. You backed up until your back was pressed against the door. The demon hovered over you with a look that was a mixture of anger, jealousy, and something else unreadable. Leviathan pulled the toy down off his cock before tugging the underwear out of the slick hole. The crotch was heavy with a mixture of his cum and lube that it had caught and soaked up. Your mouth only hung open in awe at the amount that pooled in your abused underwear. What you didn't expect next was for Leviathan to take advantage of your agape mouth by shoving the cum soaked underwear into it. You gagged at the salty flavor of his release as it pooled into your mouth. His slender fingers pushed the crotch of your thoroughly used underwear deeper into your mouth to make sure his cum leaked down your throat. You gulped and swallowed what pooled at the back of your mouth while watching his Leviathan's eyes stayed trained on how your lips wrapped around his fingers.

"Do you do this on purpose?" he asked, "whore around to make me jealous?" You could only whine in response. This was a side to Leviathan you had never seen. Even when you had just walked in on the gamer masturbating he seemed so submissive. Now he had his fingers in your mouth trying to make you gag on your own underwear. "You go around rubbing on everyone but me," Leviathan grumbled, "when am I gonna get a turn?" You had no idea what he was talking about but oh how it made you wet. "I want my turn, MC," Leviathan spoke with a tone that made you shiver. You looked up at the blue haired demon with the face of a deer in headlights. You could only nod as your knees pressed together, desperate to relieve yourself of the heat that was pooling at your core.

Leviathan's face softened as his mouth hung slightly ajar at the sight before him. He couldn't help the breathy moan that escaped him as he saw how you were reacting so positively to him. "Get," Leviathan almost couldn't get the words out, "get one your hands and knees." You nodded eagerly. Anything to get his throbbing cock inside of you. Your hands frantically pulled your pants down until they were around your knees while you bent down on them and steadied yourself on your elbows. Leviathan's mouth watered at the way you presented your glistening folds to him. The way your hole was twitching and clenching at nothing almost made his knees give out. He steadily approached behind you dropping down to his knees so his cock could be at level with your slippery folds. He teasingly pressed the head of his cock to your labia making you whine and try to position yourself to get him inside. Leviathan dug his fingers into the plump flesh of your ass, marveling at the way more of you became exposed as he spread the cheeks apart.

Damnit, if only his phone was closer he would take photos of how wet you were for him but he wasn't about to interrupt his chance to finally be inside of you to look for it. He rubbed his cock along your folds until finally catching his head on your sloppy hole. You bucked your hips back eagerly taking the head of his cock inside of you. Leviathan let out a gasp at how warm you were. This was nothing like that stupid toy. Quickly getting addicted, Leviathan pushed his whole cock into in one thrust. You winced and bit down on the underwear still in your mouth. Your hole spasmed around the thick intrusion but quickly made his cock feel welcomed.

Leviathan pulled his hips back, eyes trained how how the shaft of his cock glistened with your juices. Then with a quick thrust, he plunged back inside of welcoming pussy. Your gummy walls grabbed onto him and guided his cock in deeper. With each thrust, Leviathan became more frantic. He quickly set a brutal pace that had you letting out muffled moans from behind your underwear gag. Steadying yourself onto one hand, you reached down between your legs to rub at your clit. Leviathan moaned out your name at the sight of you pleasing yourself while his cock speared you open so ruthlessly. Your sloppy pussy leaked juices down your inner thighs and dampened his pubes.

"MC," Leviathan groaned, "you're such a-" He was cut off by a moan, "you're such a whore! I can't believe you'd let-let some pervert otaku use you like this!" You squeezed your eyes shut while nodding along to everything he said. Yes, you were a whore. Yes, you were being used like a toy by some pervert otaku. Yes, anything to have Leviathan fuck you like an animal in heat. Your fingers began cramping as your walls tightened around his shaft. Leviathan could feel your walls clamp down hard enough to push him out slightly while your thighs shook in ecstasy. Leviathan continued his thrusting through your orgasm. His cock pried apart your tight walls with every thrust. Your pussy made obscene squelching sounds as more juices leaked out of you.

"I'm gonna-" Leviathan panted, "I'm gonna cum in you. So when you whore yourself out to stupid Mammon he knows who-" He clenched his teeth and hissed, "who fucks you better!" The last word trailed off into a shout of your name as warm fluid erupted into your velvety cunt. His cum leaked around his cock as he slowly pulled out, savoring the way his release dripped out of your spent hole. Leviathan held your ass in a vice gripe as he watched how your fluttering walls pushed out more of his cum.

At this point, Leviathan's horns and tails had sunken back into his human form. He could only marvel at the sight before him. You were bent over in front of him with his cum leaking out of you.

His cum.

Leviathan shivered at the sight of your used pussy. "MC?" he asked rubbing his hands along your hips, "a-are you okay?" Despite just cumming inside of you, or maybe because he had done so, embarrassment was starting to take over the poor demon. You held a thumbs up with the hand you weren't leaning on before flopping down to the floor. Leviathan screamed a little in panic before helping you up so you were leaning on him. He winced as he pulled the underwear from your mouth, trying not to get hard again at the sight of your saliva still clinging to the garment as he pulled it from your lips. Your eyes were lidded and you were panting. Leviathan wanted to run, he wanted to hide, anything to get this overwhelming tingling feeling to go away but he couldn't just leave you on his floor to leak cum. As hot as the thought sounded, Leviathan couldn't do that to you. He wrapped his arms around your shoulders and pressed your head to his chest while. Your soggy underwear laid on the floor, discarded and used while you leaked cum from your spent body. God, how you wished you had caught Leviathan sooner.

#my writing #leviathan x reader #leviathan x y/n #leviathan x mc #leviathan #obey me #obey me smut #leviathan smut #obey me x reader smut #leviathan x reader smut #obey me x reader #obey me x mc

[theendofevangelionnn]

just thinking of being extremely clingy to vi and her accidentally yelling at you, kinda like how she did with powder in episode two or three i think

her doing anything and everything to try and fix everything that went down :(

making up with vi after an argument ♡

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I think that Vi isn’t one to immediately apologize after but this was a different story ๑

You became more clingy after she got out of prison which was expected because of the time you two faced apart and not as much of a problem at first- but then she had to get a job ๑

You two ended up fighting about something stupid which then led to the clinginess being brought into the fight ๑

Vi had ended up saying something really mean about how she didn’t need you and that you needed to lay off which obviously took you by surprise because she had never been this mean before ๑

You slept in the guest bedroom that night, eventually passing out from crying, but Vi wasn’t able to sleep- she spent all night trying to figure out what to do ๑

The next day she had left your shared bedroom around noon and noticed that you hadn’t left the guest room yet- it felt like someone had punched her in the chest ๑

She grabbed a piece of paper and wrote a note saying ‘i’m so sorry baby, i’ll make it up to you i promise. i love you so much.’ before leaving the house to collect everything she needed for her apology ๑

She grabbed your favorite flowers and some stuffed animals that reminded her of you in Piltover- deciding that you deserved so much better than whatever sketchy booth the undercity had to provide ๑

When she got home you were on the couch with some random show on for background noise while you read ๑

Taking a deep breath she approached you gently, noting that you had her note in between your pointer and thumb, probably using it as a bookmark ๑

”Hey baby,” Vi started sitting down next to you- keeping a reasonable distance and setting down the goodies she got you on the coffee table- ๑

Before she could stutter out whatever apology she had planned in her head you turned to her, your facial expression letting her know it was your turn to talk ๑

”Why were you so mean?”๑

Who knew a simple could make her so sad? ๑

She wanted to scream at herself- how could she be so stupid? ๑

”I’m sorry y/n, i’m so so so fucking sorry.” She puts her head in her hands and takes a deep breath- ๑

“I don’t know why I said those things, I got mad and just started yelling and I didn’t even know what the fuck i was saying i’m so sorry y/n.” ๑

Moving her head to look at you- she found you playing with the petals of the bouquet she had gifted you-๑

“I just want us to be okay Vi, I was just worried about you”- fuck. ๑

“I know baby I know you were, i’m sorry.” She muttered that word for what seemed like the thousandth time. ๑

”I know you are Vi, I know,” you took a pause- “can we just hug?” ๑

“Of course baby come here-“ ๑

The space she had previously put between you two was closed off in a second- you practically jumped onto he, moving to wrap your arms around her neck. ๑

She gripped the back of your shirt as she started to rock you back and forth in her arms, stuffing her face into the crook of your neck, happy that your argument has come to a close. ๑⁎⁺˳✧༚

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A/n: sorry this story got a bit lazy towards the end- i was on a group call while writing it and some shit happened 💀

#vi arcane #vi x female reader #vi x you #vi arcane x reader #vi x reader #arcane #arcane imagines

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i'm mentally playing around with the good omens worldbuilding and i can't stop thinking about them not being able to heal their own corporations/bodies.

they're not entirely human, their occult/ethereal essence shapes and changes it, so what if when it does get injured they can't miracle it away or fix it? like the paintball stain on aziraphale's coat just that he isn't trying to get crowley to do it for him, crowley has to do it for him because he can't.

we see aziraphale heal anathema's broken arm after she hit the bentley the car accident, and i imagine it would be a little like that.

aziraphale breaks his wrist in some stupid way, like falling from a ladder while putting books away or stumbling, the kinda thing that has him trying to deal with it alone out of embarrassment. however, they have plans the day after, and crowley comes by with a bottle of wine and immediately notices something is off (hard not to with the way he is pressing his arm against his chest).

cue to crowley sitting him down on the couch in the backroom, and they're very, very close together. aziraphale is having trouble holding still because crowley is kneeling in front of him, no glasses, all open care and concern, and it's killing him.

"angel, if you don't-" "i told you, my dear, it's fine."

the look he gives him in response is entirely unimpressed, and he gently pokes his wrist and says nothing when aziraphale flinches in pain.

"right, fine, it's broken, just fix it. please."

every single time aziraphale says 'please' it's a silver bullet to his heart, eating away at him from the inside out; he would have done it no matter what, yet he can't tear his gaze away from the plea in his eyes. a soft blush spreads across his face, and it's too close to a confession for comfort, so crowley finally blinks and focuses on the fracture in his bones.

fixing it is simple, one cleanly aimed thought and a careful caress of his palm less than an inch above the skin, and the bones knit themselves back together without complaint. when the pain bleeds away, the tension in aziraphale's shoulders does, too.

"thank you."

"don't," he answers, more reflex than real bite, and they realise at the same time that with the miracle done, they're holding hands now. crowley savours the few seconds it takes aziraphale to pull away as if he's been burned, face turning away, and he expected it, he really did, but it still stings. he gets up and resists the urge to put his sunglasses back on, locating the bottle of wine he had abandoned rather quickly.

"right then, do you want to-"

"stay."

neither of them needs to breathe, and yet the air in the room stills in trembling expectation, confused.

"i- i meant- let me get the glasses."

crowley does not move (or breathe. or blink. or think), simply watches as aziraphale hurries away, tasting the disappointment bitter and familiar on his tongue but swallowing it before it can spill. expectations are never a good idea, causing pain neither of them can miracle away, and the undying optimism living in his chest is a curse aziraphale's blessings are powerless against.

he turns, ready to sink into his usual spot and drink the uninvited thoughts away, when a tentative touch makes him freeze once more. aziraphale's fingers are curled around his, their hands pressed together with enough plausible deniability to allow the squeeze he gives him to linger.

they're standing in the middle of the bookshop, holding hands, and crowley tastes the unspoken gratitude in the air between them, stronger than the sour heartbreak could ever be.

it rips a whispered angel out of his throat, more exhale than word, and maybe if one of them was a little bit more courageous, if the world was a little bit less dangerous for the two of them, aziraphale would have leaned over and left a kiss on his cheek before hurrying away.

maybe crowley would have pressed his fingertips to the lingering mark and blushed the same shade of rosé the bottle he had brought carried.

maybe the rest of the evening would have felt... different, saturated with all the confessions they cannot make, not yet.

maybe the next time aziraphale needed crowley for a healing miracle, the thank you was accepted without comment.

maybe if you believe in it enough, in one universe or another it did happen like that.

perhaps even in this one.

#alex writes good omens #good omens #ineffable husbands #crowley #aziraphale #good omens season 2 #go2 #aziracrow #crowley x aziraphale #ineffable divorce #oh lord this completely got away from me it's 5 am please ignore any errors #i'll probably fix them at a more humane time #anyway #i need to stop accidentally turning my two paragraph tumblr posts into ficlets #i cant not do it at this point send help

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Two Can Play - Chapter 3

🔞Minors Do Not Interact🔞

A/N: I know I said I'd post this later tonight, but I have the time to get it up now so here it is! This part is my personal favorite of the story. I appreciate all the support and all the love! Huge shoutout to @pandorxxx for inspiring this story. Check out her Search & Rescue series if you haven't already. Hope you guys enjoy! The rest of the chapters will continue updating on Fridays. All characters are aged up.

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Pairing: Lo'ak x Fem!Omatikaya!Reader

Warnings: Explicit Smut, P in V, Oral (M and F), Fingering, Squirting, Creampie, Overstimulation, Mentions of Panic Attacks, I think that's all

Word Count: 4.1k

Summary: Somebody loses the bet.

Things are pretty quiet for you for the following day. Lo’ak hadn’t made any big moves and neither did you. The two of you still carried on with your playful, flirty banter, but it didn’t exhaust you the way it used to. Instead, you found yourself walking away from them wanting more. You had to give credit where it was due, Lo’ak didn’t show many signs of losing any time soon. If you were being honest with yourself, you couldn’t say the same about you. Ever since that night that he came to check on you, your body longed for that safe feeling again. A safety that you now missed when he wasn’t around. And at night when your mind would wander and your fingers would find their way under your loincloth and slipping between your slick covered folds, it would be Lo’ak’s face and voice and touch that you would imagine.

This had to be some kind of joke Eywa was pulling on you. After all this time, all these men, the one that you long for is the one you’ve refused at every turn? Ridiculous. And yet, you couldn’t stop yourself from subconsciously scanning every crowd you were in for his face.

Ako noticed it way before you did and she never lets you hear the end of it.

“You obviously like him and he likes you too so you should just forget the stupid bet and be together finally!” she’d say.

It wasn’t that simple. Even though it sounded stupid and petty, you had too much pride. You weren’t ready to give in just yet. He had to cave first. You had to hear him say it. But it wasn’t simply pride that held you back. Underneath the pride, there lived fear. Fear of baring your soul to someone and being met with harsh rejection. Fear of abandonment. There was no way you’d be able to recover if you confessed how you felt to him and he tossed you aside like all the others. Listening to it now, you cringe at your own hypocrisy. You had rejected so many that desired that emotional connection with you and you didn’t give them a second thought. Why do you of all people deserve grace? You don’t really feel like you do. So, you opt to keep your feelings to yourself where they’re safe.

“Hellooo? You there?” Lo’ak waves his hand in front of your face to snap you out of your thoughts. You came back to reality where you sat sharpening arrows. Ako wasn’t with you today. There was too much that needed to be done for both of you to partner up like you usually do.

“Sorry, I was zoning out. What’s up?” you look up at him relaxing in his presence.

“I wanted to give you something.” He pulls his hand from behind his back to show you a small bracelet with beads woven through the middle of the material.

“Oh, it’s so pretty”, you take it from his hands and admire the way the colors of the beads seem to shift in the sunlight.

“That’s not all, the beads actually spin, see?” he demonstrates twirling one of the beads around the thread with his fingers. “I made it because I thought it might help you, you know when you get scared or something.”

Your breathing stills for a moment. You look at him in disbelief. He made something specifically for you and he had taken your needs into consideration. He had actually put thought into this seemingly simple little accessory. And that made it all the more precious.

“Here, I’ll secure it for you” he holds your wrist while he ties the small band around you. Once it’s tightly fastened, he takes your hand and runs his thumb over your knuckles back and forth. “Meet me at the pond after eclipse?” he asks you lowly, almost as if it was a secret.

Your cheeks get warm, but you do your best to suppress the color from actually reaching your face. You just nod at him unable to locate words in your brain right now.

He smirks and kisses your hand before he stands and leaves. If your face wasn’t flushed already, it definitely was by now.

Shit, he’s good.

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For the rest of the day, you unintentionally count down the hours until eclipse. You also mindlessly fidget with the little trinket on your wrist.

You shouldn’t be getting your hopes up. This is Lo’ak we’re talking about. Who knows how many other girls he’s pulled this same stunt with. This whole thing is probably some elaborate set up to try and get you to break. Not happening. You couldn’t and wouldn’t lost this bet. However, that does nothing to help calm your pounding heart.

You try to keep your expectations low for the encounter as you make your way towards the pond. A lot of people knew about the pond, but most people never bothered to come because it was so out of the way.

You spot Lo’ak’s figure perched on a large rock looking out at the water. His ears flick in your direction hearing your footsteps getting closer. He turns and hops down to greet you, “Hey, you made it.” “Wouldn’t miss it for the world”, you say only half-joking. You truly couldn’t pass up this opportunity to be alone with him. “So, what is this? Your favorite hook up spot?” you’re teasing, but in the back of your mind, you want to prod him and try to figure out what this was. You stayed on high alert. As carefree as Lo’ak seemed, he still let on very little about himself.

He laughs lowly to himself shaking his head, “No, nothing like that. I usually come out here alone, actually.”

Was that the truth? Or was it a play? It’s hard to tell. If it is a play, he’s playing it well because you believe him.

“I come here a lot when I need to clear my head. I thought we could spend some time and just…talk.”

You’re cautious. You give him a skeptical look. He laughs grabbing your wrists and walking backwards into the water with you, “Just come float with me, woman. Trust me.”

You relent and follow him into the water until you’re both about up to your chests. You let your body go and float on your back. The gentle ripples and waves from Lo’ak’s movement make your body flow with the water.

For the longest time, you both just float together in comfortable silence. Occasionally, one of you would rotate the other way or you’d float farther away and gently wave your arms to bring you back to your spot next to the other. You had to admit, you could see why he would come here. It feels like the whole forest is still and quiet from right here. A perfect little oasis.

Lo’ak is the one to break the silence, “So…heights not really your thing, huh?”

You breathe a big sigh halfway embarrassed that he found out your secret, “Yup.”

“Do you uh, panic like that a lot?” his tone is soft, he’s not trying to pry too much too fast, but he wants to know more.

Your eyes focus on the night sky catching shooting stars, “Not a lot. Not anymore.” You’re getting into dangerous emotional territory, and yet you can’t seem to do anything to pull yourself out of it. You almost don’t want to.

“You ever had one?” this time, you’re the one to ask him.

“Nope.” His answer is short and simple.

Your immediate reaction is to scoff a bit, “Consider yourself lucky.”

He angles his head to look at you, “What does it feel like?”

You keep your eyes forward on the sky, “It’s suffocating. It’s like no matter what I do, I can’t get enough air in my lungs. And my body shakes terribly. And it’s almost like I’m not living in my body anymore, but I’m watching my body move on its own without me. It’s terrifying. I pray you never know that kind of terror.”

A single tear falls from the corner of your eye and runs into the water surrounding your face.

He simply hums a response and lets your words sink in. They’re heavy on his heart thinking about how many nights you had suffered through one of those episodes without anyone to pull you out. Another long stretch of silence falls on you.

“Can I say something that’s probably stupid?” Lo’ak speaks up next to you.

“Sure.” You wouldn’t judge him for whatever he says. Not right now.

Lo’ak brings his body down from the surface of the water and he walks over to you to look you in the face directly. Now, you move your gaze from the sky to his eyes staring down at your still floating figure and his expression is serious. You mimic his actions and stand in front of him to give him your full attention.

“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you since that night” his hands carefully hold your face, “and…I really want to kiss you again.”

His words knock the air out of you.

His thumb traces the bottom of your parted lips, “Can I?” His eyes bounce between your eyes and your lips waiting for your permission.

Words. Words. Use your words! “Mhm” you squeak out. Smooth.

He chuckles to himself before tenderly pressing his lips to yours. It’s different from the last time you kissed. The last time was so desperate and rushed from the high emotional intensity of the moment. But now, this one was sweet, genuine, and dare you say, loving?

His hands rest innocently on your waist pulling you closer to him. Your hands rest on top of his arms and you let yourself just have this. Have this moment of bliss where nothing else exists to muddy your joy.

It’s as if every move of his lips against yours chips away at the carefully crafted guard you had up this whole time. He pulls away still holding your face and just admires your features under the dim light of the night sky.

“Would it ruin the moment if I said that I want more?” Your words are barely a whisper and your eyes drop to watch the regular up and down movement of his chest. Looking at his face right now is too scary. You couldn’t take it if you saw the rejection write itself across his expression.

He bends slightly to bring his face down to yours and you’re met with a softness you’ve never seen in him before. “Of course not, sevin.” He brings his lips back to you.

In one simple, but fatal move, he’s completely broken your resolve. You couldn’t hold back your want for him anymore. And you didn’t want to hold back. You wanted to lose yourself in him in this moment. Your arms snake around his neck to pull him even closer against you. You wish your bodies would just meld together right now.

“Lo’ak…I want you.” Words you thought you’d never utter.

Clearly, he thought so too from the way he’s looking at you. “Are you sure?”

You nod at him pushing away your nerves. He flashes you his sharp canines when he smiles and your heart flutters in your chest. He kisses you again and lets his hands slide down to your thighs and lift you up around his waist. You automatically lock your legs around him and let him carry you over to the ground and lay you down on the soft moss that glowed under your body weight. His lips dip from your face to your neck leaving kisses and licks and nips all up one side, down the middle, and up the other side. His lips kiss the spot just below your right ear and you unintentionally let out a moan.

Lo’ak pulls back to look at your face with wide eyes and you can’t help how your face burns.

“Is that your spot?” he coos at you clearly pleased with the sound you just made.

You open your mouth to respond, but his tongue finds its way in before words have a chance to leave. His grip on your body is bruising, but you lean more into it. “I want to hear it again.” He says breathily between kisses before he attacks your sweet spot again.

Almost no one ever finds your most sensitive spot and it pushes your mind more into the haze of hormones growing in your head. He rolls his hips into yours and you can feel him getting hard. You try to wiggle yourself out of your loincloth and it makes Lo’ak laugh against your skin.

“Patience, sevin. We have all night…and I want to take my time with you.” His voice is low and husky and it sends ripples of desire through your body.

His hands push your top up and expose your nipples that stiffen from the cool night air. He gropes and massages one while he latches on to the other. Your breaths come out in heavy pants. He uses his free hand to untie your loincloth and finally give your pussy the attention it’s been missing. He groans feeling how easily his fingers slide between your folds.

Right now, Lo’ak was struggling to maintain his own patience. He wanted to feel you and make you scream his name. But he also wanted to savor you and properly worship every part of your perfect body. But he’s losing his grip under the painful throbbing of his own neglected dick. But he would make sure you got yours first. He was nothing if not a giver.

He sinks his head down between your legs and wastes no time lapping up all your free-flowing juices. “Fuck, so sweet” he mutters to himself. Your back bows off the ground and your head falls back feeling how his tongue perfectly swipes against your clit. You can’t remember the last time someone ate you out this good. Actually, you don’t think anyone ever has. It’s truly mind blowing.

Your hands grab hold of his braids to give you leverage to roll your hips more into his face. He moans and hums while sucking on your clit and the vibrations push you closer and closer to the edge.

“Ah…s-shit Lo’ak, I’m close” you whine chasing that growing tension in your core. Without saying a word, Lo’ak drives two of his fingers inside of you and pushes against the spongey part of your walls. Your eyes shoot open in shock. The pleasure is consuming you. “W-wait, wait Lo’ak! If you d-do that…” he ignores your words and continues delivering you perfectly placed thrusts and licks. A tidal wave of release washes over you and squirts straight out from between your legs. It gets all over Lo’ak’s arm and face and chest and he takes it all in, catching every drop he can get.

Your body convulses as he continues eating you through your orgasm and you’re reduced to a whimpering mess writhing in your own pleasure.

When Lo’ak finally detaches from you, his pupils are blown wide just like your own. He can’t hold back anymore. He undoes his own loincloth finally freeing himself. His size was incredible. Just how thick it was made your breath get caught in your throat.

He hovers over you kissing you deeply and letting you taste yourself on his mouth. You can’t take the waiting. You reach down between your bodies and line his tip up with your drenched pussy.

With how wet you are, it takes little to no force for him to push the tip in. When he does, you jump at the feeling. The stretch was unlike anything you’d ever felt. It’s almost painful, but you wanted this too badly to back out now. He keeps pushing slowly.

“F-fuck! So big”

“Shh I know, just a little bit more. You’re taking it so well.” He whispers in your ear.

Tears prick your eyes by the time he finally bottoms out. He pauses while your body learns his size and shape, but he also just needs a minute to focus on not cumming inside of you right off the bat.

He slowly pulls back and pushes back in watching your reaction for any sign of discomfort. He finds none as the pain is quickly replaced with just want.

“Faster” you breath out. That was all the confirmation he needed. He pulls almost completely out of you and slams back in full force.

“Ah! Lo’ak…” you moan out at his thrusts.

“Oh fuck, never stop saying my name” he says with his face buried in your neck. His nose buried his smell into your skin. He was scenting you, but you couldn’t care less right now. Both of you were losing yourself. Years of built-up sexual tension and frustration was finally being released all at once and flooding any and every sense either of you had.

“Lo’ak…haah Lo’ak…Lo’ak!” You chant his name like it’s the air you need to breathe.

His pace gets faster. “Mmh, shit. You’re so fucking perfect.” He says between kissing your neck and your spot below your ear.

You’ve never experienced anything like this before. No one has ever known your body so well. He’s driving you insane. “D-don’t stop. Ha-ah! Please don’t stop!”

“I won’t. Fuck, I want this forever” he groans feeling the way your walls hug him just right.

“It’s yours. Ah! Fuck, it’s all yours! Lo’ak!” You were never the type to say that kind of thing or fully give yourself to someone. But if it meant having this feeling for the rest of your life, you would gladly give all of you to Lo’ak right here, right now.

“Let go for me tíyawn. I want it.” His words make your toes curl. You can feel it building again.

“Shit Lo’ak, I’m gonna cum again!” your head feels delirious as your second orgasm takes you.

The force of your walls contracting sucks him in even deeper until his tip is shoving into your cervix. “Shit, me too.” He says through gritted teeth. He’s about to pull out of you until you hold him against you. “Don’t”, you plead.

“B-but—”

“Please Lo’ak…need… need to feel you”, your words are little more than pathetic mewls right now.

You’re breaking one of your own biggest rules, but you can’t find it in you to care. All that mattered was prolonging this high you were on. And your womb literally ached with desire for him.

Lo’ak bites his own lip unable to hold off his own orgasm any longer. He lets go inside of you and paints your walls totally white. The warmth that spreads through your body makes your eyes roll back. There’s that feeling. That complete, full feeling you’ve been searching for this whole time. That perfect fit. It’s right here.

It flips something in your mind. It speaks in barely-there whispers to the deepest, most primal part of your brain, your most carnal desires. And you let yourself succumb to its influence.

Lo’ak keeps his face hidden in your neck while he struggles to find his breath. Before he can finish composing himself and pull out of you, you use your full body weight to flip him over so that you’re sitting on top of him.

His eyes are wide being caught off guard. The look in your eyes is completely feral. Your pupils have basically overtaken any kind of color your eyes originally had.

You all but rip your top off of your body, “I need it again, Lo’ak.”

He laughs a little nervously, “Yawne, we literally just finished.”

“But I need more. I need you to fill me again. Pleeeeaaaase. I need it.” You’ve already started moving your hips on top of him. You can feel him getting hard again inside of you.

“I don’t know what’s happening to me…but I need you Lo’ak. I’ll do whatever you want, just please give it to me again.” You keep bouncing up and down trying to milk more out of him. “Shit.” He can’t stop his hips from bucking up into you on their own. “If you keep doing that, you can have whatever you want.”

…

The two for you were there for hours. It was like there was an itch deep inside your head and he was the only one that could scratch it. You had never been so satisfied yet starved at the same time. No matter how many orgasms he crashed you into or how many times he filled you to the brim with his seed, you still wanted more. It was like a drug. There was no such thing as ‘enough’. At least not for you. You weren’t so sure you could say the same for poor Lo’ak who had become putty at some point after his 4th orgasm. Or was it his 5th? You had lost count a long time ago between your 6th and 7th orgasm.

“Yawne…I don’t h-have anymore…”, he whimpers under your touch.

“Shhh…just one more, baby, please…just one…”, you beg before sliding your tongue up his length. The mere fact that he could stay hard even after all of this was amazing. It just drove you to keep going. And the sounds he made from the overstimulation caressed your ears and sent shockwaves down your spine. You suck on his tip and he sucks in a sharp breath letting his head fall back. You bob your head up and down on him trying to coax just one last orgasm out of him. Just one more hit.

“F-fuck…I can’t…” his words come out broken.

“Yes, you can, baby…just one more for me. You said, ‘whatever I want’, right?” you take him back into your mouth swirling your tongue around the head slowly and over the slit.

“Hng…s-shit”

You can tell from how his dick twitches in your mouth that he’s about to give you what you want. You push your head all the way down so that his tip is in your throat and that throws Lo’ak over the edge. His cum spurts sporadically into your throat. You greedily swallow it all feeling that euphoria again. When he’s done, you finally have mercy and release him.

His body falls limp against the moss beneath you and he fights just to stay conscious.

You bring your face to hover just above his, “Told you that you couldn’t keep up with me.” You peck his nose and lay your head on his chest.

It shakes when he laughs breathlessly, “Alright, I’ll admit it, you are a mad woman. I didn’t expect you to be so insatiable.”

“I’m normally not, but for you, I’ll make an exception.” You laugh.

The fog is finally lifting from your mind and a question appears in your head.

“Hey, so earlier when we were…ya know…and you said that you ‘want this’…what did you mean?” the question is tentative as it leaves your mouth.

He rests a hand on your back rubbing small circles with his fingers, “Just what I said.”

You fight the urge to roll your eyes at his response, “But like specifically what did you mean?”

He sits up to face you, “I mean that I want this. Fuck the bet, I want you. I want to be with you. I want to fall asleep with you, wake up to you, comfort you, laugh with you, hold your hand, kiss your lips, talk to you for hours, fuck you for hours, and everything else in between. Is that specific enough for you?”

There was no hiding the big, goofy grin that spread across your face.

“So does that sound okay to you?” his eyes are gentle even though he’s more than a little tired. There’s not a single hint of deception in his words or his demeanor. This is normally the part where you’d cut and run, but instead, you want to run to him.

“Yea, I guess that sounds okay to me”, you say kissing him again.

He pulls away first, “Easy, I’m still recovering” he gestures down to his dick that was finally given the opportunity to rest.

You playfully smack his arm before rising to your feet, “Come on, let’s wash up and go to bed. It’s the middle of the night. You can come stay at my place for the night…if you want.” You’re still hesitant since this whole situation is uncharted territory for you. You never let your hookups stay the night with you.

“Sounds perfect” he stands and kisses your forehead and heads towards the water.

You bite your lip smiling while you watch him walk into the pond.

“Fuck the bet”, you whisper to yourself before following him in.

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[ladybellissima]

Special Ending Finding Love Katakuri Charlotte x Reader

Step after step, she walked along the corridor of their shared home, deep in thought. Like a robot her hands glided over her already big stomach, concentrated to feel every little message her body might was sending to her. "(Y/N)…keep calm. Everythings alright. Your child is alright. You are alright. The doctors told you so…", she whispered with a deep sigh, nevertheless a smile spread across her face. Anytime she was going to be a mother. Anytime Katakuri would be called a father. How fast things could change. And how fast 9 months could pass. Again a certain pain errupted at her back and slowly crawled torwards her stomach.

"You will definately know the moment your baby wants to come."

Definately, (Y/N) knew that she was completely clueless. Sighing she thought about Katakuri, who she already brought on the verge of a mental breakdown, because of her uneasiness. And by god she felt huge. How was her stomach able to grow so much? And why did she feel happy and devasted at the same time?

"Something's wrong?", a certain deep voice cut through her thoughts and let her stop in her tracks. Turning (Y/N) was met with Katakuri's calm expression, still eyebrows raised in question of her sudden activity. Normally he found his wife sleeping or relaxing, waiting paitently for their special day. Or better, she wasn't really able to do much moving with her latest size. Katakuri couldn't but feel helpless about not being able to support her more. Only able to watch over her and listen to her worries, in hope to make things easier. And again he was right in finishing his work earlier, feeling that something was off. (Y/N) on the other side felt exhausted and strained of causing him to worry again. She couldn't help it. Couldn't hide her inner conflict.

"Nothing's wrong, Katakuri. I am just restless today..i..i know that everything's fine..yeah.", (Y/N) spoke with a short smile, while accepting his hug and sweet kiss onto her forehead.

"Tell me (Y/N)…", he whispered, while kissing her cheek. Avoiding his strong gaze, she felt uneasy to start.

"At the beginning of your pregnancy you've told me every little detail. Literally every little detail…", he spoke and had to chuckle of this certain call he got from her. Quickly he rushed back home, thought she was sick and needed help. With pride (Y/N) announced that she felt miserable and had to puke for hours.

"Back then, i thought you were terribly sick, but you just tried to tell me that you were pregnant.", he added and felt relieved to make her chuckle.

"Yeah, i just knew something was going on. I felt lightheaded all the time..", (Y/N) whispered with a sigh, while brushing across her stomach, till Katakuri took her hand. To think that this rough start was just the beginning of a honestly nightmare.

"Not to mention your sudden outbursts of anger about well… nothing. ", he joked and gave her hand a kiss. Oh how helpless he felt of (Y/N)'s tired and angered mood. Not that he never experienced a fight with his wife, but this was on a whole different level. Easily she left annoyed or grumbled and complained about simple things, like his leaving for his duties or on special days his breathing.

"Well but there was a beautiful answer, why all this happened. Alongside endless calls and visits of doctors…", (Y/N) started kind of ashamed. "To think how often we called out to the doctors..how stupid of me..", she spoke uneasy, while avoiding his strong gaze.

"You were afraid… that's okay (Y/N). It's your first. Better we check and ease your worries than let your fears haunting your mind..", Katakuri spoke, while touching her stomach to maybe feel his baby's push. How excited (Y/N) was bursting into his office at whole cake chateau, ignoring his complains how on earth she could travel without proper protection and pregnant on a ship, to grab his hands and lay them onto her stomach. And how dissapointed she was after Katakuri felt nothing, explaining that sure she felt a push and moving. To be honest he also felt slightly annoyed about the fact that he still didn't receive a push against his hand till today. Like getting already rejected.

"Yeah but it got out of hand. I honestly couldn't really calm down..is he or she okay? Still moving, still growing and not in danger..still alive.", she whispered afraid, while Katakuri gave her a short nod of approval. He knew and honestly he expected this journey to be more sweeter. Was beyond happy to have a child with (Y/N). Felt overwhelmed, proud and powerful.

But it wasn't an easy pregnancy.

At first (Y/N) felt excited, couldn't believe that she really was becoming a mother. But beside feeling terribly sick for a long time, (Y/N) felt like suffocating. Often panicked of this overwhelming feeling to lose control of her body, while her stomach grew. She felt mentally exhausted, ugly, fat. Never would she be herself again. And after all her personal conflicts, she felt uneasy of her baby's health either. How could the baby be okay, if she felt so damn sick all the time?

Sighing of thinking about their pregnancy journey, (Y/N) felt unbelievable grateful to have Katakuri by her side. He never complained and brought her even late at night to their doctor. (Y/N) knew that he was worried too. Sure terrified. Fighting with his inner self how to help her, but honestly there was nothing to do. It was fate. It was pure luck and patience that they had come this far. Slowly she reached for his face, pulling his scarf away to kiss him deeply, but a sudden shot of pain let her struggle.

"Tell me (Y/N)…", Katakuri spoke seriously, while watching his wife taking a seat. Sighing (Y/N) bite her lips in frustration.

" Okay. Well i feel a strange uncomfortable pain. Coming from my back and it's also spreading till here. ", she spoke with a hectic voice, while pointing at the certain spots at her stomach.

"You feel what!?!"

Holding her breath, (Y/N)'s body froze in the spot of her husband's sudden outburst.

"Isn't that bad!!? Pain is bad or not?", Katakuri suddenly spoke - shouted, quickly made sure she stays in her position in holding her shoulders. "Don't move so much! You make it worse! I've read that you shouldn't move and stay in bed, if you are in pain! Why were you rushing around like a maniac!?", he spoke shocked, while thinking of what to do first.

Blinking in surprise, (Y/N) scratched her head irritated. "You've read those pregnancy books too? In some way you sure are right, but i was thinking more about the pain of giving birth…maybe?" , (Y/N) asked frustrated, holding her stomach of another shot of pain.

"Well…well..maybe this was part at the beginning..i can't remember..hell..you tell me! Are you giving birth (Y/N)? Now?", Katakuri stuttered helplessly, while feeling drops of sweat already forming onto his forehead.

"I…i am not sure. It's not that bad. Maybe it's just a stomach ache. I don't want to cause another ruckus at whole cake..God Katakuri i don't know, what to do. Wait. Not wait. Maybe something's off. Maybe not. Hell what about all this lovey dovey shit in those shitty books about a beautiful pregnant woman with a small bump and no worries at all. Going for a daily walk, laughing and chatting with her prince charming and then blop…it's here!", (Y/N) growled pissed, balling her fists in anger. Katakuri knew right away to keep a safe distance and let his wife calm down.

"Okay..well think ..let's think ..", Katakuri spoke stressed, while walking up and down the corridor, like his lovely wife used to. Watching the sweet commander with a short smile, (Y/N) felt tears stinging at the corner of her eyes of another shot of pain.

"Katakuri…", (Y/N) whispered and made him stop in his tracks of her faint and shaken voice.

She knew.

"Please..bring me to the doctor.."

He didn't have to use his skills to know that things got out of hand from now on. And even if he had read books about pregnancies to be prepared, he wasn't prepared for this at all.

(Y/N) knew that it wasn't a piece of cake. Knew all too well that it would hurt badly, after already going through different stages of pain during her pregnancy. Starting from back pain, stomach ache, even her legs hurt endlessly and got swollen.

But

The pain of giving birth was overwhelming. On top of not knowing, if you are really in labor at the beginning. The more (Y/N)'s nervousness raise, the more pain shot through her back and stomach. Unbearable long cramps, which made her vision slightly blurry. In a way she felt kind of in a trance, everytime another shot of pain errupted inside her. Was this her final day? It felt surreal. Faces passed her vision, pale, afraid, shocked. Voices around her got louder, while she was carried secure in Katakuri's arms, whos voice cut through her shocked state. Shouting and ordering servants around. The next moment (Y/N) felt herself placed onto a soft mattress, while Brulee spoke soothing words to calm her down. But honestly, (Y/N) wasn't able to really listen to anyone, while Katakuri got pale like a ghost, after she couldn't but had to scream. Couldn't but had to plead. Couldn't but had to shout, while doctors just gave her an supportive smile and advice to breath. She felt lost. Helpless. Frustrated of not being able to escape. And there it was the point of regret. There was no going back. While (Y/N) went through hours of pain, Katakuri got pushed outside by his sister to calm his shaking form and prevent him screaming at the doctors, who waited paitently and observed his wife's Odyssey.

"This isn't normal!!! This can't be normal!", he growled frutrated, while holding his head in distress. Rubbing his back, Brulee tried to support him as good as possible.

"You've heard the doctors.. everything's fine. She is going through a natural birth. It's sadly normal to go through hours of pain. Believe in her…i know it's hard to watch her suffer…she is becoming a mother..can't believe it Katakuri. I am so excited..", she spoke and gave him all the time he needed to calm down, but the sudden call of a doctor let him freeze in the spot.

"Master Katakuri. It won't take long anymore."

Like a robot Katakuri stepped back into the room, ears drumming of (Y/N)'s screams, slowly stepping to her side. He never saw her like that. Never heard such screams, deep and filled with pure pain and horror. Helpless digging her nails into his skin, while clinging onto his arm.

(Y/N) didn't get a sign, but pushed. Pushed against the pain, till a sudden shot released her amniotic fluid. For a moment her body froze in the spot of comprehending the situation, till the waves of pain got her back into screaming. Doctors called out to her to wait, till she was ready, but all she was able to was push. Push to stop this nightmare. Push like an inner instinct to survive.

And suddenly her big bump got smaller, while the feeling of losing something overwhelmed her form. Shaken her body got kind of cold, sweat glistered on her exposed skin, realizing that she was completely exposed down under.

But it wasn't important, because a loud unknown voice echoed through the room. Took her place in screaming at the top of its lungs.

Shaken like crazy, (Y/N) started to cry bitterly. Pressing a hand onto her mouth, she tried to control her outburst of emotions. It wasn't possible. Overwhelmed her baby was placed onto her chest, the weight unexpected heavy, pressing down onto her. Crying she watched her child for the first time. Her beautiful little boy with crimson hair. Speechless her look wandered up to Katakuri, who watched his son with wide eyes.

"Katakuri …we have a son…he is finally here…", her raspy voice called out to him. Shaking his head of hearing her normal voice again, Katakuri took her hand to press it softly. "(Y/N)…", he whispered exhausted, while watching her in disbelief. He didn't need to say a word. She herself had to still come back to her senses. Calming down, slowly realizing that the pain was completely gone.

"Congratulation!! What's his name?", a voice called out to them to pull them back to reality.

Smiling at each other, (Y/N) and Katakuri touched their son's hand, still couldn't really believe that this little one was their own.

"You are already special and you will become so much more.. whatever path you choose..ours is already settled in believing in you…Okashi"

Hopefully it is the way you all wished 🥳❤️💚❤️ let me know 🎉🎊 and Okashi means Sweet in japanese 💚

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[navnae]

Eddie sat on one of the benches that was near the wall at the skating rink and watched the group have a good time. He felt like such an outcast by not being able to enjoy himself even though they’ve been nothing but nice to him and they never excluded him out of anything. Eddie kept pushing his own self away to avoid getting to comfortable, there was a lot of things that they didn’t know about him. One of those things would probably turn them away and highlight the fact that he’s more of an outcast than he already thought he was, that wasn’t a risk that he was quite ready to take yet. Eddie’s thoughts had consumed him for awhile before he could notice someone walking towards him, a pair of shoes came into his vision making him look up at the person. Luckily for him it was just a familiar face and not someone from school that had a bone to pick with him. Steve stood in front of him with a hand in his pocket then the other combing through his hair as he looked at Eddie with a smile on his face. Eddie just watched in awe like he was watching a movie on the big screen, he’d never imagine a moment where Steve would be so comfortable to be around and even go out of his way to spend time with him. It made him feel things that he couldn’t explain… well he could but he’d rather keep that to himself for obvious reasons.

“Why the long face?” Steve asked as he took a seat beside Eddie on the bench. He didn’t even flinch when his knee touched Eddie’s while Eddie was freaking out on the inside just by a simple knee rub. Steve kept his eyes on Eddie while waiting for some kind of response that he couldn’t conjure up fast enough without sounding stupid.

“Just thinking, I don’t know. Sometimes I feel like I don’t belong in this group and I’m just waiting for the moment for everyone to realize it.” Eddie admitted. He kept his eyes on his lap while he fiddled with the rings on his fingers. Steve took a deep breath as he processed Eddie’s words then he started to laugh lightly. Eddie looked at him with a confused expression because he didn’t know what was funny.

“Believe it or not I actually get what you mean.” Steve laughed even louder when he saw Eddie’s face. The idea of Steve feeling like he didn’t belong made Eddie think he was in an alternate universe or something.

“You? Steve Harrington think that you don’t belong? Yeah, I’ll believe it when I see it. Everyone fucking loves you dude no matter how you want to sugarcoat it. You fit wherever the wind takes you and it’s honestly like a gift when you really think about it. I’m kind of envious if that wasn’t obvious enough.” Eddie said a little too much than what he intended to but he didn’t feel like he was wrong. Steve had the world in his hands everywhere he went and obviously that was something Eddie was jealous of. The way he maneuvered through life so easily just made all the pieces of him being perfect fall right into place, like it always has.

Eddie didn’t realize how heavy the silence was between them until he looked over at Steve and his smile had faded completely. Maybe Eddie was being a little too blunt for his own good, when an apology was on the tip of his tongue Steve spoke up.

“I think you got me all wrong Munson,” Steve said in between a chuckle. “It may look like I fit everywhere I go because at a young I was taught to adapt to any environment but that doesn’t mean I don’t struggle too. Imagine being surrounded by geniuses 24/7 and god forbid you ask a question or you’ll get ridiculed the whole day.”

“You go through that?” Eddie asked softly. Steve nodded his as he looked at the group skate and they were all laughing like a big happy family. Eddie could see a little bit of sadness come over Steve, it was sad that no one knew that he felt this way especially when he had a friend group like this.

“Yeah, sometimes it can be overwhelming at times but I just take it and move on. Is it the healthiest thing to do? Not exactly, I’m still trying to hang in there though.” Steve turned his attention away from the group then looked at Eddie with a smile. God was really trying to kill him with making Steve look this good and being this open with him, whatever feelings he had for the other man definitely wasn’t going away any time soon.

“I guess it was easier for me to paint you as this guy who doesn’t feel things and you’re perfectly fine with it. That was a shitty assumption, guess we really don’t know each other that well.” Eddie joked. Both of them started laughing and it felt like the world lit up around them. Eddie didn’t feel like he was a weight on the group anymore. Steve bit his lip when he turned towards the skating rink then back to Eddie.

“How about we change that?” Steve said before standing up. Eddie looked up at him with furrowed brows.

“What?” Eddie didn’t know what had gotten into Steve but now he was a lot more smiley than before.

“Let’s get to know each other, the first thing we can do is skate together. There’s no harm in that.” Steve suggested. Immediately Eddie started shaking his head.

“No no no. Me and skates don’t go together at all. If i go out there and skate everyone’s day will be ruined.” Eddie tried protesting but he couldn’t do much of it since Steve grabbed him by his wrist and pulled him onto his feet.

“Come on, if anything happens I’ll be right there.” Steve reassured Eddie that everything was going to be okay and surprisingly Eddie genuinely felt like Steve was helping him feel comfortable despite what he said earlier.

Steve and Eddie approached the counter and asked for skates in their size. They walked back over to the bench that they sat on prior to put on their skates. In the process of that the kids were yelling at them and telling them to hurry up, neither of them realized that they spent so much time talking instead of doing the actual activity that was required. After they laughed at the kids they went ahead and put on their skates. Steve slipped into his easily while Eddie struggled to get his foot in, before he could even consider giving up Steve took the skate out of his hand then patted his leg.

“Put your foot up. I know how to make these slid on easier.” Steve said it so casually that Eddie just knew he was fucking with him because he couldn’t be serious about this.

“Have you lost your mind?” Eddie earned a laugh out of Steve but he was actually being serious.

“Munson, I’m just trying to make the process go smoothly that’s all.” Steve shrugged as he waved the skate around playfully. Eddie rolled his eyes thinking that the universe was playing out his fantasies and he didn’t like it in the slightest. At first he was hesitant then he finally lifted his foot and placed it gently on Steve’s thigh. Steve smiled widely as he took Eddie’s foot and slid it on swiftly, he even tied it for him in a cute little bunny style. He asked for the other foot then repeated the same routine. Eddie blushed throughout the entire process and tried to hide it with his hand covering the side of his face but he knows Steve noticed. The skates were snug on Eddie’s feet after Steve put them in and now they were ready to skate.

“Thanks.” Eddie said softly. Steve nodded his head with a smile on his face before standing up, he didn’t lose balance even when he was standing in roller skates.

“You’re welcome. Let’s start skating shall we?” Steve held out his hand for Eddie to take, of course it was innocent but Eddie refused to blush anymore than he already was. He pushed Steve’s hand away and attempted to stand up until his skates started rolling uncontrollably. Eddie was so close to falling on the floor then a strong hand held him upright by his waist. Steve slowly made it to where Eddie could stand on his own, They locked eyes for a second before Eddie looked away.

“I got it.” Eddie breathed, his heart was beating like crazy in his chest and it wasn’t because of the possibility of falling on his ass. Steve raised both of his hands and took a step back so Eddie could make his way to the rink.

The process of getting off the floor to the rink was the slowest thing that any human being could ever witness. The kids helped him into the floor but completely abandoned them when their job was done. Robin, Nancy, Jonathan, and Argyle helped balance each other as they skated. Eddie huffed at the sight of everyone having someone to lean on while he took his time to actually start moving. The moment he lifted his foot to push himself forward Eddie instantly started stumbling backwards, he braced himself for the impact of the ground but he was met with the feeling of a body and arms wrapping around his waist basically catching him. The chuckle near his ear confirmed who the person was, Steve held him close.

“I got you.” Steve whispered in Eddie’s ear lowly. Eddie felt like his entire world was spiraling out of control. If he died this would be a good way to go in his book, his stomach was filled with butterflies and he couldn’t control the way his body was heating up.

“Fuck.” Eddie mumbled feeling his cheeks getting hot. Maybe he imagined it but he could’ve sworn that Steve smirked in the middle of their whole interaction before they started skating for real this time.

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[padfootdaredmetoo]

Hi! Could you please write a nsfw sub!Michael Gray x fem!Reader?

Dear Anon!

Thank you for waiting!!! I'm realizing I may have misunderstood this request - this is a Dom fem/sub Michael - hope that's alright. It was really hard for me to write but there was a scene that struck me from Goodfellas... So credit to that for the inspo.

Warnings: reader has a gun, negotiation that ends in sex, woman on top, taking what she wants, no thoughts of consequences, happy cheeky ending. All around good time - kinda dark tho at the beginning. Also don't try this at home - holding your partner at gun point seems like a peaky blinders universe mood that should not be recreated in real life. NSFW

You kept a close eye on your boyfriend. Maybe it was a product of your past, maybe you just knew that he had something darker in him…. 

You were close with Polly, and being close with Polly meant you heard a lot about what Tommy dragged those boys into. Personally, you didn't mind. As long as everyone listened and played their part the family would come out on top. You had a lot of respect for Tommy, and he seemed to reciprocate. Occasionally the odd task would fall into your lap and you always made sure you followed through exactly how he wanted you to. 

Simple as that. Did you like the guy? You didn't know, but you certainly had no reason to hate him. Everything you had was a product of his choices. 

Best not to bite the hand that fed you. 

Michael, as much as you fucking loved him did not always understand that rule. He was strong, hot-headed, and ambitious. Things you found very attractive when aimed in the right direction. You could tell he was on the wrong set of tracks long before you found all the opium hidden in the back of the pantry. 

You knew Tommy put out a city-wide ban on the stuff once Arthur started going off the deep end.

Fuck. 

This left you with two options - handle things by yourself or call Thomas and leave it in his more than capable hands… The thought of Michael getting hurt made your stomach turn painfully. No matter how bad he seemed to screw up you would never put him in harm's way.

Or would you? 

You took a shower and thought through your options. While following your nighttime routine you eventually settled on a direct professional confrontation. It was business after all. 

Sitting in your house coat, dressed down to nothing but hair curlers and face cream you sipped your tea. Waiting for him to come home. 

Lots of things occurred to you during the early hours of the morning. You never realized he came home this late. Something that was going to have to change. 

Wanting some type of assurance you phoned Arrow house. 

“Shelby.” Tommy's rough voice answered. You could feel the exhaustion rolling off of him despite not being able to see him. 

“Hello, Tommy. I hate to bother you at this hour, but is there a reason Michael’s not home.” 

“Not one of my doing.” He answered curtly.

“Ah, thanks. Have a good night.” You said sweetly. 

“You as well” 

You hung up the phone fuming. Lighting a cigarette you made another cup of tea. 

Eventually, you hear him parking the car out by the road. You switched off the light and sat in darkness as he made his way up to bed. The house settled and your heart gave a painful sensation as his lack of awareness of your absence. 

How could you have thought everything was fine between you? How stupid could you be? You took a few breaths and centered yourself the best you could before going upstairs to start your interrogation. 

You grabbed the handgun out of the entryway table and moved up the stairs quietly. You opened the door to your bedroom, lights off, and he was on his side of the bed. 

You carefully crawled over and turned on the light, straddling his fit body in the process. 

“There’s my girl.” He mumbled. Once his eyes focused on the gun his composure changed. You were happy to see him take you seriously for once. 

“Where the fuck were you.” You asked calmly pointing the unloaded gun at his forehead. 

“Drinking - The garrison - The boys were there with me the whole night. Just drinking and cards. Come on babe. ‘Never lie to you.” This seemed plausible, It was a Friday night. “You go out and drink with the girls on Fridays. I thought you were spendin’ the night” He looked honest. But most people did when there was a gun at their head. 

“I’m going to call the boys in the morning. Every single one - and I swear if they mention a girl. I’ll fucking kill you.” You looked at him with tears in your eyes. This was a hurt that was well hidden in your chest. You knew some of the guys fucked around on the side, it was something you were too afraid to confront until it slipped out into the open. 

“No, baby. No girls, just you.” His hands ran up your thighs and you felt your body start to shift your priorities around. You started strong, now you just needed to know about the opium. 

“Why is my pantry stuffed with opium.” You clicked the safety on the gun and his eyes widened. 

“-Fuck Woman. Jesus, just calm down  -” 

“Michael.” You said sternly. 

“It’s Tommy’s. It's not for ‘round here. It's the last of the stuff he has to get rid of.” 

“Why is it in my pantry.” 

“He’s got to keep it from Arthur. He just got back with Linda - don’t want him near it.” 

“Why isn't it with John?” 

“With Esme and 6 kids in the house?” 

“Esme doesn't mess with that stuff” You felt insulted he would suggest such a thing of one of your closest friends. 

“Not saying she does - but there’s no way in hell she’d have it anywhere near those bloody kids.” That checked out - they were devilish bastards. You adored them but if you had any secretes or well-hidden things they’d find em. 

“Why didn’t you tell me.” You demanded. 

“I- I honestly didn't think you’d care this much.” For a moment he looked like the boy you’d met him as. From a good family, soft, sweet. 

“Promise me.” 

“I promise. No secrets.” His long fingers had trailed up your nightgown to the tops of your thighs. Fucking man kept you up all god damn night. 

“Don’t stay out this late unless you tell me. I worry.” 

“Alright, I’m sorry.” He knew the battle was almost won. His fingers brushed your pubic bone and you felt your body begin to betray you. You had been hurting over him for a long time, now that you had his attention your body was willing to toss it away for a moment of affection. No way you were letting him take you that easy. 

You ground down against his cotton shorts, feeling his own hard arousal. 

“That’s it, baby - here.” He slowly brought his hand up to grab the gun. You weren't ready to give up this power, for once in your life you wanted to take something from him. You pushed the end of the gun to his forehead. 

“Take your pants off.” You said quietly, and he groaned in both frustration and arousal. He shuffled a bit beneath you pulling down his boxers. Realization hit that having sex with someone by gunpoint was most certainly not something you approved of you decided to put the gun down. 

“I’m going to put the gun on the nightstand.” You said while pinning him down with your eye contact. You knew as soon as it was down he was going to roll you over and take charge. You placed it down on the stained wood top and felt him shift. Instinctively your hand came up and closed around his neck the best it could. He went limp letting out an impressive moan. 

“Fuckin’ hell where’s this been hidden the whole time? Eh?” He looked like he was in pain, but your hand was only resting on his neck. 

Using your other hand you reached between your legs, you would have made a drawn-out show of getting yourself ready. But the mess between your legs was embarrassing, especially given how it arrived there. Maybe there was something dark and shadowy inside yourself, maybe that’s why you and him were together. 

You ran your fingers along his hard cock. Felt the throbbing of his silky skin, and enjoyed the way it made him pant. The urge to stay here and tease him for hours ran through your mind but the burning sensation in your core told you to save it for another time. You gripped him tightly enjoying the change in his features. You ran the head of his cock through your folds covering him in your hot mess. 

“Please - just” He started tightening his grip on your hips as if you throw you over. You squeezed his throat lightly asserting yourself. “FUuuuuuck” 

You took that as an invitation to take what you wanted. You seated yourself down on his cock quickly and enjoyed the delicious noise he made when you bottomed out. You’d never been on top before but on shaky legs, you finally found a rhythm that worked for you. It was extremely different, the angle hit you in a way that made your whole body want to seize up after just a few strokes. 

You took your time enjoying the way the pressure built inside your body, eventually, you knew that he was close. His greed took over as he pulled your hips down and held you in place thrusting violently inside you. This only pushed you over the edge faster. Your whole body seized up and you let out a sharp cry as you came around him.  

Opening your eyes you saw the sweat on his brow and the fever in his dark eyes. He was just on the edge as you were a lot of the time. But you had already gotten what you‘d come up here for. Questions answered and your body satisfied you got up off of him and narrowly escaped his grip pulling you back onto the bed. 

“Get over here -” He snarled. 

“Don’t ever cross me again” You pushed your face into his as you said it glaring at him with a rage unthought of for someone so small. He backed down as you walked to the bathroom to clean yourself up. 

Pulling a cigarette out of the vanity drawer you lit it while sitting down on the toilet. Your mind was racing over what had just happened. 

“It wasn't even loaded for fucksakes” He muttered.. After washing up you came back to bed expecting to be met with consequences. You knew what you did was messed up, and you felt the hot feeling of shame start to boil in the pit of your stomach. 

Getting in on your side of the bed you felt his arms wrap around your smaller frame. 

“Did you get that out of those books you read or…” He whispered into your hair. 

“No, I was just that angry….. Angry because I was scared.” 

“Scared of what?” 

“You going up against Thomas.” 

“He’s going to get old eventually” 

“Then do right by him and inherit things the right way.” You said sternly. 

“That’s what you want then?” He asked seriously. 

“I Love this family Michael. A lot. Please don't do anything to mess that up.” 

“Well, you’ve got a reputation now. Don’t have much choice other than to keep you happy.” 

You made a noise of offense and felt the vibrations in his chest as he let out a laugh. 

“You're so easy to bother.” He chuckled. “Any time you want to bring a not loaded gun to bed I won’t complain. See what I have to do to earn my finish” 

His words surprised you. How on earth could someone so dominating, assertive, angry, and stubborn, enjoy letting you effectively assault him? 

“I feel horrible.” You mumbled. 

“Look at me.” He said firmly his arms helping you turn over to face him. You looked into his eyes illuminated by the street light outside your window. “If I wanted you off of me I would have grabbed these little, dainty, wrists.” One of his large hands easily wrapped around your wrists in an iron grip. “And moved the gun away rolling you over love.” 

“Still I should have trusted that you had an explanation. I just-” 

“Hush - none of that. I’ve clearly been neglecting certain duties. Let's let sleeping dogs lie.” He pulled you back into his arms and you enjoyed the tight embrace. 

“I’d never actually hurt you” You whispered as sleep started to take you.

“I know, I love you too.” He said softly.

"Also Michael?" You remembered something else you wanted to negotiate.

"Yes, love." He sighed pulling you a little tighter.

"Shave that bloody mustache." You said as sternly as you could manage while being half asleep.

"Oh piss off." He grumbled placing a kiss on the top of your head.

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GOODFELLAS:

This is the scene I was thinking of. I have such a love-hate relationship with this movie. I thought it fit and hope you enjoyed it!!!!

#michael gray #Michael gray x reader #Michael gray smut #michael gray imagine #Peaky blinders #Peaky blinders request #peaky blinders imagine #Peaky blinders fic

[obsidiancreates]

One Undead To Another (Chapter 5)

(Trigger warning for more vampire vs ghost fighting, general brain fog, Shawn convinced he's hallucinating/has brain damage, Shawn turning into a vampire and all the anguish that entails.)

“I need you, Shawn! You can’t leave me alone! Wake UP!”

It’s the first anything Shawn is aware of. Before he can feel his own body, hear anything around him, before he can see.

He hears Gus, begging and distraught, and it pulls Shawn back to the world.

It takes a couple of tries, but he opens his eyes. His vision is blurry, and he must have brain damage, because even as it clears up he sees not only Gus bent over him sobbing, but his grandma. 

Who died when he was three.

“Oh my god, Shawn!” Gus doesn’t even bother to wipe his face, just pulls Shawn up into a hug- but pushes Shawn away just as fast. “Don’t even think about drinking my blood while I’m rescuing you right now.”

“Wh… wha?” Shawn’s voice cracks and scrapes against his throat. He’s parched. Dry like a desert, or his own dating life for all of highschool. “Wha’ th’ hell…”

“It’s okay, I’ve got you. And I’m pretty sure Lassie and Jules are wiping the floor with the vampires.”

“... Wha?” Shawn tries to sit up, to figure out where he is and what is going on and why everything is numb but all he manages to do is turn his head a little. That’s not a good sign. Something bad happened to him.

His vision swims just from that simple movement, and when it refocuses he’s not sure it actually does. Lassie is driving a shard of wood into the chest of some nondescript person (Popsicle, he thinks, though he can’t make the connection why) as Jules fights like a woman possessed against… someone Shawn would put money on as being a lawyer, or some other equally extremely desk-bound job.

When he looks at her, some of the numbness goes away- because he’s suddenly very aware of his neck exploding with pain. He wants to scream, to thrash, to fall back into that Nothingness where pain didn’t exist and neither did he- but all he manages is a weak moan.

“Just hang on a little longer.” Gus loops his arms under Shawn’s armpits and, with great grunts and puffs of effort, stands just enough to begin dragging Shawn away somewhere.

And then a hand grabs onto Shawn’s leg. It should feel cold, Shawn’s mind supplies for reasons he can’t pinpoint. The hand doesn’t feel any colder than he does, though. … But now that he thinks about it, he is cold. Very cold. But he’s not shivering. Tick that next to the possible head trauma in the list of Very Bad Things To Wake Up To.

“I’m not dying without killing you and your stupid mouth,” a gruff voice growls (Gramv- he nicknamed these people at some point. This is an investigation, then?). Gramv yanks on Shawn’s leg, easily pulling him out of Gus’s grasp.

Bad guy. Right, he’s in danger, this man is trying to kill him, he’s barely able to move, Lassie and Jules are busy and Gus just almost got his arms dislocated and the rest of the people in the room can’t possibly be real because they’re dead. His vision is still not a hundred percent, but he zeros in on a candle by Gramv’s hand and his own leg.

He barely manages to twitch his leg, but it’s enough. The candle tips over and the burning wick catches the sleeve of Gramv’s robe, and apparently it’s a very flammable material because he lights up quicker than a clue at a crime scene.

“Heh.” Shawn wishes he could make a pun, but even if he could speak at the moment, he still can’t really think. It’s a sludgy, foggy, all-around unclear mess in his skull. He’s not used to it, and if he had a clearer head he’s be panicking over not having a clear head. There’s a word for that. He can’t remember it right now.

Gus grabs him again and drags him somewhere deep within the maze (oh, he recognizes this maze, that could be good or bad, but is probably both). Shawn watches Lassie and Jules fade into the stacks of useless forgotten whatever, and begins to nod off again. Then Gus props him up against one of the stacks and lightly taps Shawn’s face to wake him back up.

“I need you to try and stand. I can’t carry a grown-ass man up the world’s most unsafe stairs all by myself.”

“St’nd.” Still can’t get out full words without slurring them- he definitely has brain damage. What happened to him? “Yea.” Shawn tries to push himself up, but his arms collapse under him within seconds. He starts to tip to the side, and Gus has to reach out and steady him. “I don’... f-feel…”

“Okay. Okay, we can do this. I can do this. How many times have you gone boneles son me? It was all leading up to this.” Gus bounces on his heels while he hypes himself up. “Burton Guster, you are about to carry your best friend up these stairs.”

Gus slings one of Shawn’s arms over his shoulder, and manages to stand and support Shawn’s entire weight without any help from Shawn himself. He feels like a bundle of wet noodles, but knitted together to be really dense and heavy, and way too overcooked, just absolutely inedible. 

… He’s hungry.

“G’s…”

“Just a little longer. Oh gosh… okay, we can do this.”

Someone else is supporting Shawn’s weight too.

“I’ve got him, Gus. I’ve got you, sweetie. Let’s get going.”

His grandma who isn’t real because she’s dead and Gus have to basically drag him up the stairs. Feeling starts to return to his legs as they go up, little by little, with each smack of his shins and ankles against the wooden slats pretending to be steps. 

Feeling is returning everywhere. He almost wishes it wasn’t.

He is in serious pain.

His neck is the worst of it- it feels raw, dug at, deep and tender and he can’t even begin to imagine what a wound that feels like this must look like. He’s a little surprised Gus hasn’t passed out or thrown up at the sight, because it must be gruesome.

Almost as bad is his stomach. No, wait, it might be worse- his evaluation is shifting as awareness slowly trickles in. … Yes, his stomach is worse, though not by much. It burns. His stomach, his guts in general, they burn. They twist and ache and stab and he can picture them shredding each other apart inside of him, little claws and teeth on his spleen or whatever else is down there, he doesn’t know, he just knows it hurts.

“Gus,” he gasps out. Okay, full word, not slurred, maybe his head will be okay after all. “I-I don’t feel-” He grits his teeth. Good? No, it’s deeper than that. He doesn’t feel… “Right.”

“I know.” Is it that visible? It must be. His neck probably looks like Spam what a feral cat got into, if the way it feels is any reliable indicator. Gus gives Shawn’s arm a squeeze. They’re slowly moving down a hallway now- his grandma disappeared sometime between the top of the stairs and this halfway hallway point. That’s another good sign for the brain damage clearing up, or at least he hopes it is. “It’s just a little farther to the car.”

Something in him twists. It ties itself up in a knot, and then instead of unrevelling itself it cuts, splits apart and the pain is like a shockwave, ripping through his entire body starting in his guts moving out and settling most in his head and his mouth and god he’s parched and hungry and it’s all he can think about as he stumbles and falls out of Gus’s hold and the whole thing leaves his ear ringing and his heartbeat hammering in his…

… Skull…

… That’s not…

His…

Heartbeat…

Gus’s arm is under him again, but everything is a blur. A hazy, quickly-moving blur, because all he can take in is that heartbeat.

It’s racing, pounding, the heartbeat of someone in deep distress, and Shawn doesn’t know why but it’s amazing. It’s his favorite sound in the world, thumping against the inside of his skull and mixing with the shockwaves of pain, rippling out from his head into his body and his limbs and it feels good.

He doesn’t realize they’re at Lassie’s car until Gus is shoving him into the backseat and buckling him in. He would laugh, but it comes out a wheeze. Gus leans over into his space to buckle him in, and Shawn can’t sto staring at his neck. Smooth, soft skin, and his vision highlights the pulse…

“Do you taste as buttery as you look?” He feels consciousness starting to slip again- no, not consciousness. Awareness. They’re different, somehow. 

“What?” Gus is only half listening, and Shawn needs to look away because staring at Gus’s neck is starting to make the pain worse, especially in his mouth…

He doesn’t have as much control over his head as he’d like, and it lolls, and Gus makes a choked gagging noise as the part of Shawn’s neck that hurts the most stretches out. There it is. That’s familiar. That’s good. Now he needs… he needs…

Gus is rooting around in Lassie’s glove compartment and that box-armrest-thing between the two front seats. Shawn can see his head, and his neck again, and he thinks his mouth would be watering if there was any water in his body. No, that’s not right, if he was that dry he’d be dead. Is he dead? If so then Gus is dead, that’s no good. Gus has a lot of life to live, and a way more productive one then Shawn’s will ever be, Shawn’s sure of it.

“I better not be dead so you’re not dead,” he mumbles as Gus comes back to the back door with a packet of wet wipes. “You don’t deserve to be dead.”

“What? Shawn, you’re talking nonsense.” Gus takes a deep breath, gags one more time, then swallows it and tilts Shawn’s head to he can clean Shawn’s neck. Clean it? Right, the wound. Probably blood.

Blood. He groans as his insides go to war, burning and twisting and tearing and dying and- and- and something else-

“Gus.” He paws at Gus’s shirt, pathetic and weak. “Gus, I’m hungry.”

Gus’s eyes widen, and Shawn sees panic- why? Gus swallows and keeps cleaning, but he’s shaking twice as bad now. “I already told you you better not. I will slap you, Shawn. Don’t think I won’t.”

Shawn laughs a little, and this time it actually comes out a laugh.

It hurts.

Gus’s pulse is highlighted again. The racing heartbeat is back in the forefront of Shawn’s mind. His mouth burns.

There’s a hand on his. Not Gus’s. It’s there and it’s not, and he’s felt it a lot of times since he woke up, and he’s still pretty sure it’s a symptom. But Gus is done cleaning, so Shawn turns his head to se ehis grandma, holding his hand.

“Focus on me, Shawn. Focus on me. You’re going to get through this without any of your friends getting hurt, okay?”

“Okay.” But what is this? He still isn’t sure. He still can’t remember. All he knows is he woke up and there was fighting and crying and pain and if his grandma is here he’s probably dead and so Gus is dead, he is, but that’s not fair because Gus shouldn’t ever be dead, Gus should never die and live forever-

“Stop that.” Her voice is sharp and firm- it sounds almost like his dad. It jolts him into a bit more awareness than he’s had since the hallway. “Don’t go down that thoughtpath. No more new vampires tonight.”

That… doesn’t… track. … But neither does his grandma being here. “What do you mean…”

She sighs, and then looks up and nods. “Look, your other friends are here.”

He turns his head to look past Gus, still kneeling by him and looking him over like Shawn might disappear at any moment. He’s not going anywhere though- he can’t even if he wanted to. Lassie and Jules, though, they can move. They run out of the front door of the creepiest, most horror-movie-worthy mansion in all of Santa Barbara covered in blood and dirt and ash, pouring sweat and the blood smells bad. Rotten. It makes Shawn angry, for some reason, until two more rhythms join the one already pounding in his ears. Their heartbeats. He wishes he was more sound of mind so he can pick apart the differences, appreciate the unique beats for his unique friends. They’re entrancing.

Gus slams Shawn’s door shut and runs around to the other side, sliding into the seat next to him. Jules and Lassie jump into their seats, and almost as soon as Lassie’s butt hits the pleather they’re peeling away at high speeds.

Shawn leans his head back, closing his eyes and listening to the three racing beats around him. His grandma’s hand is still over his. He can barely feel it.

“Is he awake?” Jules’s voice cuts through the beats, scratchy and ragged but beautiful, sweet and alluring, but if she wants to she can be overpowering and all-emcompassing and-and she’s like honey and he’s a fly and he’s so hungry.

“Kind of.” Gus’s voice is smooth, buttery as his well-cared-for-skin, rich, Gus is comfort and home and fun like a cup of hot coco and he’s so parched.

“What do you mean ‘kind of’?” Lassie’s voice is smooth too, but in a different way- more like a smooth cup of coffee, or smooth whiskey, something that should be bitter and harsh but when you appreciate it it isn’t, because Lassie is strong and steady and an assault on the senses in the best way and Shawn needs to have a taste of all of them.

“I’m starving.” His voice sounds strange- maybe he’s just not used to hearing himself so openly desperate. He’s used to feeling it, deep inside, but hearing it… based on the silence in the car, no-one else expected to hear it either.

“... How’s his neck, Guster?”

“I cleaned it up, but- oh, my god, I can’t look at it-”

“Do not throw up in this vehicle!”

“Carlton, that’s not the priority right now!”

Shawn laughs. He loves them. He loves them all so much. He wants to listen to them bicker forever. He wants to listen to their voices saying anything forever. He wants them, forever.

“Didn’t your grandmother tell you to stop that kinda thinking?” Rough, raspy, but not the way Gramv’s was- Shawn knows this voice better than any of the other hallucinations.

“Grandpa.”

“That’s right, we’re both here.” His grandpa is holding his other hand- that doesn’t make sense. The car isn’t shaped like that. He cracks his eyes open and sees his grandpa is halfway inside of the front passenger seat, sitting and leaning forward and holding his hand. Now he knows he’s hallucinating.

“He still thinks this isn’t real?”

“Be patient, dear. He’s processing a lot right now. It might not sink in for a while.”

“Right. Shawn, look out the window for me, would’ya?”

If his grandpa is a hallucination, it might be his brain trying to communicate something to itself. Shawn slowly turns his head, thunking it against the window to stare out into the nighttime sights of Santa Barbara. The glass should feel cool against his skin. It almost feels warm.

Gus had been really, really warm, now that Shawn thinks about it. Gus might have a fever. That sucks.

“Remember when you were a kid, and we’d sit on the bench and make up stories about people walking by?”

“Course. My one reprieve from dad.” His voice is still sluggish and quiet, but it’s coming back well.

“Let’s do that now, yeah? Tell me about uh… that guy there. What’s his story, you think?”

“I… I can’t… think right now, Grandpa. I’m hu-”

“I know, I know. We can eat after the game, how about it?”

“You can’t. You’re not real.”

“I’m dead, not imaginary. Indulge an old man, would you? How about… this girl. What’s her story?”

“... I… guess… she could be from anywhere, right? So… so she’s from Spain. She’s a… professional bull wrangler, for when they do the runs.”

“Good, good, I like that! And how about uh…”

“What about that fellow, with the giant hat?”

“Yeah, what about him?”

“He got that as a prize, for… for wrestling something big, like a… polar bear, or a whale.”

Everything begins to fade away as Shawn focuses on playing the game. He mumbles out stories, his grandparents encourage him, the heartbeats and the pain are still there but they blend into the background as his mind whirs and latches onto the task of making up stories. It becomes like a trance, a dream, and Shawn slips into it gratefully.

He’s blissfully unaware as the rest of the car have some difficult conversations.

#psychusa #psych #psych usa #psych 2006 #fanfic #my attempts at fanfic

[sssusuki]

Based on that one song by Camilla Cabello - Shameless because the discord made me insane—

Hyuna x Luka (Assassin AU)

Her world was practically crumbling to her feet and Hyuna didn't know what to do. The kingdom was rightfully up in flames over the recent parties and glamorous events held to please the nobles and celebration of the prince's debutante, yet they did this all while their people were starving and dying, only able to voice their words over the anonymous voice that was the internet.

Scrolling through all the threads of people asking for help again and again, her anger bubbled quickly into rage. She had gotten into this kind of work to fix this, and yet she hadn't done anything. Anything. It was annoying, sufferingly so that she couldn't help anybody.

She clicked her phone off. Now was not the time to dwell on what she has and hasn't done, because right now, she is about to bomb one of the very last grand parties held at the palace and hopefully show those stupid nobles right in their faces that their hubris will be the end of them.

Just the idea makes her feel better.

Breathing out and slowing her heart, she stuffs her phone in her breast pocket and fixed her blazer. She was wearing a classic suit and tie, as it seemed that more masculine was in fashion due to the prince's debutante.

Tch, the mere thought of the man makes her blood boil. They were similar in age, and yet, so, so different. Too different.

She fixes the mic in her ear as she brushes through her hair once again, remembers her posture and expression, and begins to walk up the stairs.

The guards don't even check for an ID or invitation she looks so natural in her act. She is a little proud of herself.

The chandeliers are blinding as she is made immediately aware of the loud chattering despite it being almost midnight. All she has to do is mess up the party and she is out of here, repeats in her head like a mantra. She calms down and zones out the loud noises as she focuses on her mission.

She takes a small wineglass from one of the servers and pretends to sip on it as she scouts the area. Heavily guarded, she notes. But not enough that she couldn't get away. They were really getting careless at this point.

Finally, she spots it, a little hallway a bit behind one of the staircases to the second floor. A servant hallway for them to traverse without the nobles getting all pissy that there are commoners breathing their precious air.

She glances around to see if anybody notices her— they do not— and so she takes her chance.

Slipping into the passage, she is quick to find a break room for the servants and use one of the many dresses to disguise herself. It was a simple maid's dress, yet her prosthetic was poking out a little bit which worried her. It was the only recognizable part of her that was usually posted on her wanted posters.

So, she just decided to pull her boots up higher and hope nobody noticed.

Testing the weight on her prosthetic, she is filled with relief when she finds it isn't that painful.

Moving back out and slipping through with the rest of the servants, she seamlessly travels the halls of the palace looking for the throne room. All she has to do is leave the mark of the rebellion and get out. It'll be more than sending a message, it'll give people hope. Something very uncommon nowadays.

Going up a pair of stairs and twisting and turning whichever way. She would've been lost had the map of the castle not been practically engraved into her brain. Finally, she saw another servant hallway. Specifically, the one that headed straight to the throne room.

She slowed down a little bit, the peace settling into her bones. It was eerily, perhaps peacefully quiet. The bright moon casts great shadows in the long halls. Painting otherwise bland painting and statues into something hauntingly gorgeous. She could almost stay here forever. She doesn't.

She hurries into the servant hallway and continues making her way towards the throne room. Two rights, up a few flights of stairs, and then a left turn leads her right to the doorway which leads to the throne room.

She breathes in heavily once more, stopping her continuing breath for a moment to hear anything. She hears nothing. She steps in.

The throne room is even more grand than tales say. Giant pillars of stone waxed and carved to perfection. Carpets and capes more expensive than she ever will be, decorating the floor and walls. The only indication that this was from the modern period instead of the age of Zeus was the occasional indent in the wall to indicate a TV or the giant blaring cameras pointed every which way.

Thankfully, she doesn't have to deal with those cameras. They've been down the moment she got inside the castle thanks to one of her friends in the rebellion. They were pretty well known for their expertise in technology.

Slipping into the throne room after admiring it from inside the safety of the servant quarters, she takes one last moment to look around. The dome-like room had a glass roof, showcasing the gorgeous stars. The giant, imposing throne having the light hit it just right making it look like some seat of light.

She is quick to take out her knife and begin carving into the stone of the throne. First, she slowly begins making the mark of the rebellion. A songbird flying. It may not mean much, but with a modern monarchy so heavily associated with music and harmony, they were surprisingly strict on who was allowed to sing what. So, it was a rebellious signet. Something that couldn't be bound by the laws of this land.

Second, some sort of phrase to catch eyes. She tries to think for a moment, coming up with "The revolution is here" and, "Continue singing" as a few before groaning and hitting her hand against the stone. She has to make something memorable and iconic to the revolution and she can't do even that?

Then she hears a chuckle. She jumps as she feels a chest hit her back and push her back onto the throne.

"Aren't you cute, sweetheart?" The honeyed voice purred in her ear and she recoils.

It's Luka. Prince Luka. The man this whole party was thrown for and he isn't even attending it.

She whips her head around and backs up into the throne, trying to hide her handiwork she has indented upon it, "Why the hell are you here? Shouldn't you be at the party?" She snarls as he laughs.

"Yes, I suppose so.. but I never found any fun in them to begin with," His face momentarily drops to something of anger before going up again to that saccharine smile.

"May I ask what you are doing here?" He teases as she feels her brain cells leaving around this man.

"Same as you, I never found fun in parties," She sticks out her tongue and tries to relax herself against the throne like she does belong here.

"And is that why you're defiling my father's throne?" He inquires, barely stopping a smirk from falling onto his face.

Hyuna visibly gulps as his smile widens, "Uh, yes, exactly," She nervously laughs.

Shit this isn't how it was supposed to go at all. She was expecting him to be caught up in the glitz and glamour of the party, not this!

Suddenly he is all up in her face, caging her on the throne. His hands are above her head and he is practically straddling her on the throne. His blonde hair is inches away from her face and— her face flushes in embarrassment as she pushes him away.

Only to find he grabs her wrist to pull him with her.

Suddenly they are in this weird tango as Hyuna tries her hardest to hide all the weapons on her body and Luka tries to find them.

He twirls her around as she expertly avoids tripping over her feet as he suddenly grabs her by the waist and pulls her in.

"You're surprisingly good at this, what's your name?" He asks, his charming smile now dropped to a more monotone, almost annoyed look.

He keeps his firm grip on her waist as she begins to take the lead in the tango and somehow doesn't tangle their feet as she dips him and twirls him.

Suddenly, she recognizes her body shifts in weight as they switch positions. Suddenly, he is the one guiding her in the smooth steps of the tango as he practically has himself holding onto her thigh.

Eventually, he dips her as she is forced to raise her leg so she can balance and not fall and goodness does it annoy her.

Suddenly, he changes the tempo as he practically slides Hyuna right into his chest and she is forced to put her head onto his chest despite them having close heights. She sighs at her own predicament.

Carrying both of them, Luka guides her with on hand on her waist and another holding her hand as they seem to waltz slowly across the floor.

"Something wrong, sweetheart?" He hums in her ear, "Cat got your tongue?" He makes a bold move to slightly nibble on her ear as she stiffens and immediately begins to up the dance into a more hurried waltz.

He simply laughs, something in her heart flutters at it. She is quick to ignore it.

Eventually the two slow to simply swaying from side to side on the dance floor, holding each other tight. If you asked Hyuna why she was embracing the enemy right now she couldn't give you an honest answer.

Inhaling his scent, of roses and heavy perfume, she was surprisingly not disgusted by it. All the while, Luka is humming soft folk songs in her ear. She recognizes one of them from her childhood. A song of a girl bravely encountering a beast near her village and falling in love with it, breaking the cursed spell and turning them back into a human. Some of the words he sang were unfamiliar now, but they were once the language her mother would whisper to her before bedtime and for once, she feels like crying.

Putting her head into the crook of his neck, she can only dig herself deeper in the silky fabric of his shirt as she wets his from her tears.

He seems frozen for a moment, before pulling himself together and slowly wrapping his arms around her tightly. Like if he were to let go everything would fall apart. And she could only think the same.

Blonde hair grazed her eyelashes as she felt the tears slowly melt away. She gasps softly to regain her composure.

"Where did you hear that song?" Hyuna inquires, turning her head from the crook of his neck to face Luka. His face is oddly monotone.

"I believe during a banquet In another kingdom," he reminisces, "I can't remember which, they all blend together."

"Oh," she sighs, "I see," He stops swaying for a moment, "It was the Golden Republic, if memory serves correctly," He tightens his grip on Hyuna, "They were known for their rich culture."

She dips her head back down into his shoulder again. She remembers why she is here again. Not to waltz with some sad prince, but to crumble the very society that benefits from hurting others.

She moves her hands from his hair to his shoulders as she pushes him down onto the ground.

She feels guilty. She doesn't know why. He looks betrayed. She doesn't know why.

Her face flashes with conflicted emotions that she hesitates for a moment, which is more than enough for Luka to pounce and switch the positions as Hyuna is found herself to be frozen underneath the man's monotonous, and if anything, sour gaze.

He is quick to go for her throat and squeeze as she thrashes and throws him off.

"What, too much for you, sweetheart?" His voice now sour, the nickname filled with contempt. Oh lord, she feels guilty. She feels something for him. She can't pin what though.

She is quick to go for a running start to him as they both tackle each other and roll on the ground trying to get the advantage on one another.

Though, she seems to find herself at a disadvantage as her leg squeaks in pain as she shuts her eyes, attempting not to scream. Instead, the pain coming out in a low groan.

Luka stops dead in his tracks. His eyes gazing down to her leg. He is straddling her on the floor with both of his hands pinning hers so she can't hurt him.

He is stronger than he looks.

He exchanges a glance back at Hyuna before focusing on her prosthetic and slowly lifting himself off of it so he is slightly hovering. So not to hurt her.

Her heart squeezes.

"The guards will be hear soon, they heard the commotion from downstairs," He nestles into the crook of her neck and whispers into her ear, "You don't have much time, sweetie."

Her breath catches in her throat as she tries to come up with some sort of escape plan. She cannot move and if she did he'd immediately be right back on her. Unless she could distract him long enough—

Oh. A brilliant, but stupid idea. A very stupid idea.

She focuses back on Luka, his face is so close she can feel his hot breath on her skin. She shuddered.

She stares into his eyes for a moment, and really takes a look at him. He is breathing heavily and his hair is tousled from the fight. His cheeks are beet red and sweat drips from him into the floor or Hyuna. His eyes are slightly glazed over in some sort of haze, she cannot tell what. His eyes are trained on her. He seems lost in thought.

She visibly gulps. Now or never.

Luka gets a bit closer to Hyuna just as she acts out her plan. Her lips connect with those of Luka's. His are surprisingly soft and warm.

He immediately lets out a sigh of relief at the kiss before he recognizes that he loosened his grip on one of her hands and she has a knife to his throat. He tastes of chocolate and grapes. Luxuries Hyuna could never hope to buy just for the fun of it.

Does he want this??

She doesn't much time to think though, as Luka himself digs deeper into the knife, little drops of blood slowly coming out as he kisses her deeper, more passionately. She really isn't prepared for this.

Her mind feels hazy and dream-like as she vaguely recognize him beginning to use tongue in the kiss. His hands are now hugging her close by the waist, and her hands are confused whether to grab for her knife or run her fingers through her hair.

And for just a few moments, she lets the intrusive thoughts win as she drags her nails across his scalp and he groans into her mouth.

She feels bad for doing this. But she must. They are on opposing sides. Any more of this and she'd consider herself conspiring with the enemy.

She flips him over so she is over him as she breaks the kiss. He is clearly upset as his hands immediately go to thread her hair and pull her back down. She has to refuse.

"I can't," her voice is hoarse. She doesn't know why.

"You can," He sounds desperate, angry for the first time she hears him, "Stay with me," He drags his hands through her hair and it takes all her willpower not to drop into him right now.

His eyes are filled in a love struck haze, he can't seem to focus as his eyes are consistently drooping. Perhaps he drank a bit before this? She can't do this. Not now. Not in this time.

"I'm sorry," She whispers, cupping his face as she pecks his nose and then lightly kisses his lips. He is quick to hold her in place for a few seconds before she can hear the familiar match of guards and she is quick to get up and begin to bolt even if her prosthetic hurts like hell.

"The balcony," His voice is hoarse. He is sitting up to watch her leave, "Use it, they won't realize." He gives her a charming smile. His unbuttoned shirt seeming even more frivolous and messy after their little situation. Her face heats up.

Opening the glass doors to the balcony, the cold air hitting her face is a welcome gift after all the heat inside the throne room.

"Hyuna." She turns back to look at him, "You asked for my name right?" She gives him a wiry smile and she swears she can see stars in his eyes.

He repeats her name once and twice, and maybe a fifth or sixth time just for extra measure. Before looking back up at her, "We'll meet again and when we do I'll ask for your hand—" he is quickly to stand up and practically push into her hands a handkerchief with a number etched into it, "And don't worry about the throne, I'll deal with your...catchphrase." He finally stops his mother Henning as he grasps at her hands once more, squeezes and then let's go.

She leaves just as the guards break down the door.

She leaves with a heart conflicted when the other leaves with a heart full.

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Never Really Over

TW: Smut. Language. Cheating.

SUMMARY: Although you have been dating Topper for the last several months, you just can’t seem to stay away from a specific blonde haired, blue eyed boy who is nothing but trouble…

WORD COUNT: 1500

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Never Really Over

It always just seemed to work out better that nobody knew. After all, they’d never understand how you could ‘slum’ it with the likes of him. But they also had no idea how his touch felt climbing up their thighs or his tongue felt drawing you to that orgasm only he could. Those thoughts and sensations were reserved exclusively for you. This was why when you had begun dating Topper, you didn’t necessarily end your ‘friends with benefits’ situation with JJ because he was the only one who was able to silence that internal beckoning-the one seemingly made for him. 

And it was situations like tonight when he wore that cut up shirt that showcased his muscles at each and every turn that drove the most carnal of your thoughts out of hiding. Even as Topper’s arm wrapped around your shoulders, his friends inviting you into their group and commenting how you two looked so good together, all you could think about was JJ’s touch. And once his eyes met yours, reading that familiar lust, he understood this as well, and reciprocated it with a ‘come hither’ all his own. 

“I’ll be right back…” You lied, having no intention to return to them, even if it meant being discovered as the call to his touch was THAT strong. This was because he was meticulous in his actions. 

Oral sex wasn’t just foreplay, it was an art, and he used his talents to their full range of his skillset. He also didn’t rush through anything, which made for some instances where you needed a quick release to be somewhat frustrating. But he would make up for this by the way he’d make you come for him-that plea of satisfaction always a pleasant numbness when the moment would come to an end. 

“Something I can help you with, princess?” His voice made your skin chill with excitement as his lips teased you from behind, your eyes fighting to roll, before you swallowed hard to accept this veiled invitation. 

“It would be stupid…” You reminded him, hoping he’d damn your words into silence as you faced him. 

“Well…stupid things have good outcomes all the time…” His eyes drifted down your frame as he was a glutton for punishment when it came to you. He could watch you from across any scene, basking in knowing he got to feel your body in his hands. Even if it wasn’t solely to him, it was enough to bring that fire from behind his gaze, now to the surface, shamelessly and reserved for you. 

His words, always somewhat charming when laced with naivety, had pulled you to initiate what would be your latest sexual row. Moving away from the crux of the bonfire, slithering beneath the cover of darkness, his hands on your hips would suddenly pull you to face him. 

“You wanna do it here this time? Ten feet from your pretty little boyfriend?” Although you knew his words should have brought guilt, they only exhilarated you in the rush of getting caught. And it was enough to drive your own sinister smile made up from your lips.

“It’s a bit more than ten feet there, J-”

“Still close enough for him to hear all those pretty little sounds we both know you’re gonna make for me…” You blushed, knowing this was true, as even in your damndest attempts, he always made you more of a screamer. 

“A bit cocky tonight?”

“No need to be when it’s the truth…” He moved against you, lips captivating your own in those slow kisses that would be romantic if not for the desperation of his tongue sourcing for entry. This simple action having been enough to make you moan against his kiss while he tangled his fingers within your hair, remaining this way, before his touch moved to your clothes. 

“You know the deal when you want me…” He teased, reaching beneath your skirt to find his request fulfilled. No panties. ‘Saving time’ as he called it. 

“Good girl…been wanting this all day?” But you couldn’t help to torment him as he had done to you, always waiting until you couldn’t take anymore. 

“Maybe they were for Top…”

“He wouldn't know how to handle you with a manual…Not like I can…”

“Then do it, JJ…Show me you’re better.” His brows raised before you were lifted against the tree, the sound of his belt and descending fabric informing you he was now revealed just beneath you, validation coming from the tease of his cock between your folds. 

“We both know he can’t get you that wet…and we both know there’s no one better than me-” With this, he brought you down onto him, his cock offering that familiar fulfilment only he could. Of course, Top was above average, a reason behind such an ego, but not like JJ. Not when he used it in a perfect mix of compassion and carnality; both of which you were given in this moment. 

“Fuck-” His hand wrapped suddenly around your mouth. 

“Wouldn’t want your golden boy to know how deep I’m pounding his precious little girlfriend right now, would we?” You moaned loudly into his hand, allowing every ounce of your tension to come through this groan, all while he smirked to your reaction and adjacent desperation. 

“How well you take me? Every fucking way I want-”

“J…” You whimpered as he only continued to smirk. 

“You don’t think so?” He teased, thrusting harder. “You don’t take it well? Because the clench you have around my cock is saying otherwise…Does he know that I’ve touched every part of you? Do you think he can tell?” He questioned, lips tracing your neck. 

“Don’t…”

“You don't’ want me to mark up this pretty little skin? Don’t want him to get a little jealous to know whose hands have been on you? Whose lips? Whose cock?” He groaned as you wrapped your arm tighter across his shoulders, nails eating into his naked shoulder. 

“You thinking of him or me? Hmmm? You probably think of me when he tries to make you come.” He chuckled. 

“Probably HAVE to think of me just so you CAN come?” You nodded, shameless to this confession as it had been the truth. Topper was sweet and even a bit possessive, but he wasn’t exciting like JJ, he wasn’t unpredictable like him. And this is what always had you coming back-well, that and the way he brought you to that edge. 

“Like right now? Hmm? You gonna come for me already?”

“JJ! FUCK!” 

“You’re already doing that, sweetheart.” You whimpered into his hand, your body buckling around him as his own hands stationed on the tree behind you, the bark eating into his hands as he was carless to its sting when the pleasure between his thighs was enough to silence it. But he would let you bask in your high for as long as its duration, before now setting you back onto your feet. 

“Let me see that ass…” He spoke into your neck before turning you away from him, lifting that skirt to reveal his desire. 

“Perfect ass…Perfect pussy…Perfect…” His words made your eyes roll as he was inside of you again. Only now, it was for his own pleasure. He bent you to achieve this proper angle, the overstimulation of those rubbing motions making you grip into the trunk before you, as he allowed himself to be overwhelmed by the rush of this pleasure. 

“Fuck, princess, you’re so goddamn tight…Need to come again?” You nodded as he smirked, driving his fingers into your clit and manipulating its sensitive skin as you jolted against him, only adding to his own pleasure. 

“Come with me…Then go back to him dripping with my come-him none the wiser just how dirty his perfect little girl is…” He scoffed at your back as your eyes pulled into a roll, that second release prompting his first before his withdrawal left you in a momentary pout as he brought you to face him. 

“One of these days we should try that closer to them-”

“JJ…”

“Maybe sitting next to each other…my fingers curving inside of you as he watches, no idea how good I’m making you feel…We both know it wouldn’t take long for you to come…”

“That’s-”

“Stupid?”

“Reckless…” You corrected as he cocked his jaw and shook off the thought. 

“Well I’ve been called worse, princess…” You grinned, shaking your own head in disbelief before feeling him offer his signature kiss of parting, a soft peck that acted almost as a promise as well as a seal that this would happen again, whenever either of you wanted, but without devotion-and that’s what made it perfect. It was passionate. It was easy. But it was never really over…

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Consequences Part Four

RPF

Warnings: Talk of HIV, Talk of Cheating, Language, Depression, Angst, Anxiety, Arguing

Characters: Timothee Chalamet, Reader

Pairings: Timothee X Reader 

Word Count: 1,085

Part Three

Timothee walked into the living room, tossing his phone on the coffee table. He let out a huff as he sat down on the couch, running a hand over his face. You look over at him from where you were sitting at the kitchen table. He looked exhausted and completely drained. 

“Baby?”

“Yeah?” He looked over to you with a forced smile.

“You okay?”

“Yeah, just got done postponing some stuff and rearranging my schedule.” He exhales tiredly.

“When are you leaving again?” You ask, closing your laptop. 

‘I’m gonna stay home for a while. Till this gets settled.”

“Why don’t you go take a nap?” You offer as you stand and walk over to sit next to him.

“Because when I try to sleep I can’t.”

“Is it your hand bugging you?” You reach for his wrapped hand, but he pulls his hand away. 

“My hand is fine.” He gives it a little flex.

You place your hand on his face and he pulls away. “Baby, come on. I’m not gonna get it just by touching you.”

“I just don't want to be touched, okay?” He moves away and starts towards the bedroom.

“Timmy, I’m trying here.” You say, turning in your seat, looking at him. “I know this is hard-”

“Hard?!” He snaps, walking back to the living room. “Y/N, I am completely and utterly disgusted with myself! I feel disgusting! Like I can take a shower in bleach and cleaner and I still wouldn’t be clean enough! All because I got way too drunk and fuck some random person!” You can see the self loathing in his eyes and it broke your heart. “I didn’t just fuck up my life, I fucked up your life, too! You were so excited to have kids one day! To get married! To see what our children would look like! I can’t give you that anymore! I can’t even make love to you with having the knowledge that, if something as simple as a condom slipping can ruin your life!”

“You don’t think I know that!?” You stand up and go to him. “You don’t think it hurts to know that your moment of weakness, your fuck up, changes everything for us?!” You push your hair from your face, fighting back tears and rage. “I wanted nothing more than to make you a father, to give you children and start that family with you! But I love you! Timothee, I fucking love you and I will do whatever it takes to give you everything you want even after all of this! God, this isn’t just you, you ass! My life changed, too!” You walk past him and into the bedroom. 

You start taking your hoodie off, tossing it harshly to the ground, running your hands over your face. You hear the door open and you turn, wrapping your arms around Timothee’s shoulders. He freezes for a moment. He isn’t sure you won’t shove him away. He is confused a bit because you were just screaming at him. You bury your face into the crook of his neck. He hears you begin to cry and he gently wraps his arms around your body. 

“I am terrified of you getting sick and losing you, Timmy.” You whisper in his ear. “I don’t care about the rest and what we won’t be able to do. I just want you to be okay.”

“I know, baby.” He buries his face in your neck. “I’m so sorry I did this to us.” You hear his voice crack as the tears fall from his face. 

“Why did you have to be so stupid.” You sobbed into his shoulder. “Why couldn’t you just be good. Why couldn’t you just say no.”

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” He cried. “I wish I could take it back.”

You pull away and look at him. You have tears pouring from your eyes and it breaks Timothee just a little more. “I don’t care if I get sick. It’s the thought of you being gone that scares me, Tim. You can get really sick with this. I can’t do life without you.”

“Shh,” He presses his forehead on yours for a minute then looks back at you. “You won’t, I swear. I’ll do everything the doctors say. I’ll do all the meds and treatments and stay healthy. I won’t leave you. I promise.” He pulls you into his arms. “I swear, I’ll be here.”

“Don’t make promises you know you can’t keep.” You tell him. He rubs your back soothingly and shuts his eyes knowing you were right. “I know HIV isn’t a death sentence any more but don’t pretend you are above it.” Timothee opens his mouth to speak when his phone starts to ring from the living room. You let him go and wipe your eyes, stepping back. “You should go answer it.”

Timothee gives a nod and wipes his face as he walks to the living room, clearing his throat and taking a breath before answering his phone. You sit in the bedroom calming yourself, keeping the panic attack that had been brewing for weeks and weeks at bay. You breathe in and out and walk to the bathroom and splash cold water in your face, bringing yourself back to reality. 

You walk back out into the living room and see Timothee standing there in the middle of the room, his phone in his hand at his side, a blank expression on his face.

“Timmy?” You say his name but he doesn’t answer. “Timmy, what’s wrong?” You walk to him and place your hand on his cheek, turning his face to your. 

He blinks and shakes his head. "Uh, That- that was the doctor.” He looks down at the phone in his hand. “The results are in.” He looks up at you. “He wants me to go in now so we can talk.”

“Oh.” You say as you take a deep breath. “Okay- uh-”

“Y/N,” He grabs your hand. “Can you come with me?” His brow furrows and you see the fear taking over. “I’m scared and I don’t want to do this alone.”

“Of course, baby.” You take his hand. “I’ll always be with you.” He nods as he grabs his wallet, shoving it in his back pocket. You watch as he slides his shoes on and grabs his keys from the ring, his hands starting to shake. You grab his hand. “Hey,” He looks over to you. “You’ll be okay.”

Part Five

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Adrien knows that when people ask about his day, they’re just being polite. They don’t actually want to hear it. They want a simple answer. Something they could move on from quickly. Something that didn’t make them uncomfortable. 

It’s not that Adrien has a ton of bad days. Most days, he’s fine! Even if he wished his father would pay more attention or he missed his mother so much he didn’t want to get out of bed, he was fine. It could be worse.

(He could be dead like her. The only person who wasn't just being polite. Who would comfort him on bad days or ask him follow-up questions on good ones.)

Even when he had an exciting story, Adrien kept it to himself. He’d seen the look on his father’s face whenever he went on too long about school or his friends. His father was only asking to be polite, nothing more.

(Polite wasn’t the right word for it, though. Not really. The correct word was fake.)

His father wasn’t interested, Nathalie was too busy, and the Gorilla, while kind to him, wasn’t much of a conversationalist. Therefore, Adrien was careful to keep his answers short. 

It ended up not mattering in the end. Eventually, his father stopped asking him about his day altogether

****

Part one: Ladynoir

Chat Noir sat on the edge of a roof, his feet swinging over the side. He checked the time on his baton; it wouldn’t be long before Ladybug arrived. Then he’d be able to distract himself from what happened that day. 

He felt his eyes well up with tears and quickly shook himself out of it.

Stupid, stupid, stupid, he berated himself. It wasn’t even that big of a deal. He made plans to have lunch with his father, and he canceled. It happened all the time. There was no reason for him to be dramatic about it now. That knowledge didn’t stop the tears from coming a second time.

(Today was mother’s day. Adrien really hadn’t wanted to be left alone.)

He’d wiped the last of them with his hand before he heard Ladybug land behind him. “Chaton?” she asked, concerned. “Are you okay?”

“Yup!” He jumped to his feet, forcing a grin. The best part about the suit? It was easy to hide that he’d been crying. His green sclera didn’t turn red. “Just had something in my eye, but it’s out! Ready to start patrol?”

“Okay,” she said. One thing Chat could appreciate about his lady was that she took him at his word. They started patrol, bounding from rooftop to rooftop in sync.

When they reached their usual end point, Ladybug turned to him. “So, how was your day? Did you do anything with your family?”

She barely finished the question before Chat started to cry.

Ladybugs didn’t say anything, just opened her arms as an invitation. He took it, burying his face in her shoulder.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled. 

“It’s okay.” A minute passed. “Do you… want to tell me about it?”

Yes. He wanted to tell her so, so badly. 

The last thing he wanted, though, was to screw this up. To scare her off more than he had already or take advantage of her politeness.

Not leaving his position, he shook his head. For now, he’d just let her hold him.

****

Part two: Marichat

It was hard for Chat to keep quiet as he ran. Mainly because all he wanted was to shout his joy from the rooftops. 

Marinette agreed to go on a date! With him! Tomorrow!

And his father said yes!

That may have been the most surprising part of the whole thing. Adrien had been bursting at the seams all day. Plagg was probably tired of listening to his lovey-dovey speeches, so Adrien decided to transform and burn off the energy.

A familiar balcony came into view, and Chat stopped, panting. He hadn’t even realized he was going in this direction. 

And there, watering her plants, was the object of his affection. Marinette.

Before he could think better of it, he bounded over. 

“Hello Mlle Dupain-Cheng.”

“Chat!” she yelped, startled. “You… look happy.”

“So do you.” He grinned. “Any particular reason for that?”

(Yes, he was fishing. It was fine; it wasn’t like Marinette would ever know that.)

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[shattered-sparks]

My depression is having a field day with me so take this --- It was nighttime at the plex. It wasn’t his pizzaplex. Hell it wasn’t his universe, but it made due. Saturn made it work despite many many disruptions. The stars twinkled above as he laid atop the roof, staring at the end-less void of stars.  The place the Lord and Witherstorm resided in was just like any other Au except the Pizzaplex was more horror themed. Fazbear’s going all out of capitalizing on their reputation.  “What are you doing?”  The rough questioning voice belonged to this AU’s Moon. Of course it would be him of all animatronics who would be alerted to Saturn’s presence.  “Why does it matter to you?”  Saturn shot back. Already ready to just go back into Monty golf’s basement.  “You’re usually not outside like this. What happened to brooding inside your room?”  Saturn simply shrugged as he pushed himself up to a sitting position, turning his faceplate to look over at Moon. Exhaustion written plain as day on his face.  “Am I not allowed to walk around?”  “That implies that you’ll be moving. You’re just sitting up here, why?”  Moon walked over to sit next to Saturn, looking at him more closely.  The lord couldn’t blame him for his skepticism, really. The Sun and Moon here were dealing with their own Eclipse so having one living right under their noses that was even more powerful wasn’t a comfortable thought.  Lord Saturn simply sighed.  “I’m not in the mood to toy with you”  “You’re dodging the question”  “And what are you going to do about it?”  That left Moon quiet. Mouth in a thin line. His processors searching for a answer that he didn’t have. The silence was all the lord needed for a answer as he looked back out into the horizon.  Depression. Plain and simple. Saturn was Depressed. A blanket of tiredness wrapped itself around his artificial casing and he didn’t have the urge to tear it away.  “What’s wrong?”  Moon asked with concern as this wasn’t normal. Usually Saturn was more energetic. Ready with a come back and some stupid nickname to call him and his brother.  “Why does it matter?”  Saturn side eyed him. His orange pupils glowing, if only barely.  “Are you going to stop answering my question with another question?”  There it was, that frustration Lord Saturn knew all too well with Moons.  “I simply just don’t understand why you’re faking concern”  “I’m not”  This time Saturn was the one left speechless. His jaw hanging down while his eyes were wide. He stared into Moon’s face. Searching his expression for anything that may tell him that this was a lie. This was simply a deception.  Lord Saturn didn’t find any.  “Just because I don’t like you doesn’t mean I’m not allowed to express concern”  “Y-You’re lying. There is no way”  Moon shrugged, rolling his eyes.  “Believe what you want. I just wanted to make sure you weren’t plotting something”  Silence fell between the two animatronics as Saturn was still stunned. This couldn’t possibly be real. A Moon showing concern for something outside his family? This has to be a mistake, some scheme to kill Saturn.  He once again couldn’t find any. “This isn’t- I-”  Saturn stumbled on his words. Barely being able to think of a proper response.  “Look, you don’t have to tell me anything if you don’t trust me. I don’t really care. But sitting in silence isn’t going to do you any good either” 

#Coyote Noises #Storm Slayer AU #Lord Saturn #Written Paw Prints