#but I felt a little bad leaving you all hanging without an explanation so here it is!

[wingsyliveblogs]

Quick update for everyone: I have been feeling a little sick for the past few days, so the liveblog of Episode 16 is briefly on hold until I’m either better or at least feel up to continuing. It shouldn’t be too long, though I’ll keep everyone updated! The source of the sickness isn’t anything to be concerned about either, so worry not! 

#wingsy liveblogs #wingsy watches owl house #owls ep 16 #for all I know I might even be feeling better tomorrow #but I felt a little bad leaving you all hanging without an explanation so here it is!

[milaisreading]

could you do a sae itoshi x isagi sister where she sprained her ankle and sae was very worried and overprotective of her please

🌱🩷: Here you go! Thanks for the request 🩷🌱

Warnings: Reader uses she/her. Requests are open

⚽️Blue Lock belongs to Muneyuki Kaneshiro and Yusuke Nomura ⚽️

Sae Itoshi was usually someone who trusted his gut instincts the best, they were right all the time. So, when he woke up that morning feeling like something bad had happened to someone, or will happen, he felt odd. He barely paid attention to others, aside from a few close people, so why would he be worried for no reason? Sae shook those thoughts away in the beginning and did his usual morning routine. He was back in Japan for the next 2 weeks, so he planned on enjoying the time he had with his family, and try to make amends with Rin.

'Aww! Look at how cute that big brother is with his little brother. So adorable.' Sae blushed and glared at the wall as he remembered (Y/n)'s gushing over the duo they noticed in the park the other day.

'There is no way a nobody will outdo me.' He huffed and grabbed his phone, expecting a message or two from (Y/n),but to his surprise there was nothing. Sae sighed and put the phone away, thinking that maybe it was still too early for her to be awake.

'She needs as much sleep as possible.'

"Why is she not sending me anything? It's already 11." Sae sighed in frustration as he scrolled through his phone, hoping he might have missed a notification, but nothing. So, without really thinking the boy dialed her phone number and waited for a while for (Y/n) to pick up his call. And, after 7 rings, the older Isagi finally answered.

"Hello? Sae?"

"(Y/n), hey! How have you been?" The boy cleared his throat, waiting for an answer from her.

"I have been fine. And you? Did you need something?"

"Good, good. Uhm, say do you want to hang out today?" Sae asked nervously, waiting for an answer.

"I am sorry, Sae. I really can't walk around much for the next few days. Maybe another time."

Her explanation caused the boy's alarm bells to ring, already thinking the worst.

"What do you mean?"

"Ah... this is embarrassing. But, I was helping a neighbor carry something inside and hurt my ankle in the process. Don't worry though, it's nothing serious-"

(Y/n) stopped talking as she heard the line go silent, realizing Sae had ended the call. It was weird, but she didn't think much of it.

'Maybe his mom called him for something.'

"Sis! Don't walk around like that, I could have brought you the water." Yoichi said as he saw (Y/n) in the kitchen.

"Don't worry, Yo-chan. It's nothing serious."

2 hours later, (Y/n) had forgotten about her phone call with Sae and was just watching TV while Yoichi was in his room while her parents  were out buying something. It was a peaceful afternoon, that is until she heard the doorbell ring.

"Hm? We aren't expecting anyone as far as I know." She muttered while slowly walking to the door and opening it.

"Sae? What are you doing all the way in Saitama? And what's with the flowers and bags." The boy looked at her in confusion before that slowly morphed into panic.

"Why are you standing?! You could injure yourself even more!" Sae said as he took off his shoes and walked inside.

"You are worrying too much. I will be fine. Besides, I need to move to get my things-"

"Not anymore! We need to get you to bed." Sae grumbled as he put the stuff down, picked her up, and carried her to the bedroom.

"I am not in life threatening conditions, Sae. I will be fine." (Y/n) grumbled, face red in embarrassment. Sae ignored her protest as he put her in bed.

"Now, stay in here while I get you something to eat. Do you want anything to drink?" (Y/n) sighed at his persistence.

"You won't leave any time soon, right?"

"Nope." Sae nodded his head.

"I am fine with a glass of water, then."

She watched as the boy nodded his head and walked out of her bedroom.

"He is so dramatic. It's just a minor injury."

Sae was now in the kitchen preparing some of the snacks he brought, millions of thoughts racing through his head.

'What would have happened if I didn't come? She could have fallen down and hurt her foot again. She could have hurt her cute face. She could be crying now in pain with nobody to help her.' Sae shuddered as he brought the food and drinks to (Y/n)'s room, only to nearly have a heart attack when he saw her out of bed.

"Why are you not in bed?" Sae asked as (Y/n) looked at him in surprise as she stood near her desk.

"I just wanted to get my phone, I got a message on it- Where did all the food come from?" (Y/n) asked in surprise, unfamiliar with a lot of the snacks he brought. Sae, not happy with the answer, put the tray down and walked to where she was and carried her to her bed.

"Should have waited for me to get it for you. You might get hurt."

"I am not dying-"

"I don't care. You need to rest. Eat now." Sae said, handing her a random snack item to get the phone.

"You really worry too much. Shouldn't you focus on resting before you return to Spain?" (Y/n) asked in worry as the boy shook his head.

"I rested enough. Do you need anything else?"

"N-no." She stuttered out, still embarrassed by the attention he was giving her.

And that was pretty much how the rest of her day went on. Sae would sit near the bed as (Y/n) talked about random things, with the footballer chiming in from time to time. If she needed to get anything or go somewhere, Sae would either pick it up or carry her to the spot. Yoichi, who walked into the room a few times was greeted with a warning glare by Sae and the older observing his interactions with (Y/n).

'He acts like I will hurt her.' Yoichi would think to himself, but he knew his sister was safe with Sae, so he didn't say much.

"This is so adorable." Iyo squealed silently as she, Yoichi, and Issei spied on the duo. Issei and Yoichi said nothing, looking at each other in confusion.

"Do you think it's ok to leave them alone?" Issei asked, earning a nod from Iyo.

"Sae is a good kid. (Y/n) is safe with him. He reminds me of a worried mother hen." Iyo giggled as Yoichi held back a laughter.

'More like a guard dog.' The youngest thought.

#bllk #blue lock anime #blue lock manga #blue lock x reader #bllk x reader #blue lock scenarios #blue lock requests #sae itoshi #sae itoshi x reader #sae itoshi x y/n #isagi's sister #bllk sae #blue lock sae

[coryothesub]

I WANT TO SPANK HIM SO BAD 🫦 and I want to see coryo in cute pink stockings :(

Can we all take a moment to appreciate that the font color in this ask matches the subject because I freaking love that! Also yes yes yes anon, it's about time for Coryo to wear some girly stuff

nsfw / mdni / sub!coryo / dom!reader

Your job had sent you to another conference, but luckily you got home earlier, just to find Coryo standing in front of the large bedroom mirror wearing nothing but your red stilettos and the new hot pink stockings you had bought the other day.

He was twirling around and watching himself in contempt, his manhood hanging freely since he was wearing nothing else. The boy seemed so carried away that he didn't even notice you entering the room. 

You approached him silently and to his horror he only noticed your presence when you stood behind him. The boy froze in place trying to cover his manhood as if you hadn't seen it a million times before. His eyes were wide in terror, but you also noticed a hint of curiosity about what we're gonna do about it.

“Turns out you're also a sissy boy, Coriolanus… Couldn't say that I'm surprised,” you spoke in a slightly mocking tone, running your hands up his sides. The boy shivered as you twisted his nipples, biting in the crook of his neck playfully, making sure it would leave a dark mark.

“I-I didn't…” Coryo was about to come up with some bullshit explanation but you cut him off.

“Oh you did… You did borrow my things without my permission. You know what you deserve for that?”

“A punishment?” He asked innocently.

“Well at least you're a smart boy,” you said as you sat on the side of the bed and patted on your thigh motioning him to approach.

“C’mere! Lay down on my lap!” You instructed.

Coryo was about to step out of your stilettos, but you shook your head, letting him know that you wanted him to leave them on.

The boy obeyed and laid himself across your lap, his ass up and his stiletto clad feet swinging freely in the air.

You could feel his heart pounding in his chest waiting for what surely was about to come, but you were in no rush. 

Your hand caressed his pale silky skin, feeling the lovely curve of his perky butt under your palm. Then you brought it up and back down in a swift move. 

Coryo kept quiet, apparently wanting to play the tough guy this time. But you succeeded to elicit a quiet whimper out of him by repeating your move on the same butcheek this time with more force.

You spanked his left butcheek again and again at a monotone pace until the color of his skin matched the stockings that he was wearing.

Then you turned to his other butcheek and repeated the same routine. Coryo tried to keep composed, clenching his jaw and letting out only a little squeak here and there. You weren't satisfied by that.

After making his right cheek match the color of the left one, you started slapping them both at a rapid pace, using a non existing pattern. Finally Coryo let go of his stoic act and you heard him making a series of whines, whimpers and cute little “ows” that sounded like music to your ears.

You felt his cock pressing against your thigh and it grew harder with each second.

“Mommy, it stings,” Coryo whined.

“Good,” you replied, taking a small pause to grab him by the hair and yank his head back. You noticed a single tear running down his flushed cheek and it sent a jolt of arousal to your pussy.

You let go of his hair and kept spanking his ass that was now deliciously red, the tone now  looking more similar to the stilettos he was wearing.

“Too much…” Coryo whispered and your hand slid between his thighs.

“Oh really?” You taunted him, fondling his balls and then wrapping your hand around his rock hard member and giving it a few lazy strokes.

“Looks like your cock might say otherwise, huh?”

Coryo panted heavily, the feeling of pain being suddenly replaced by your warm grip around his cock elicited a desperate moan.

“So good, mommy…” he hummed.

“Don't get too carried away,” you teased, letting go of his member and getting back to the spanking routine, this time even harsher than before. This was supposed to be a punishment after all.

Coryo let out a sharp whine, gripping at the sheets next to him, so desperately he almost tore them off the bed. 

You felt like an artist putting a few last touches to your artwork that was his ass, all burning red in a delicious contrast with his pale white skin.

When it looked good enough for your taste you finally let Coryo off your lap and enjoyed the pained expression on his face as he was sitting down on the couch. His cock was achingly hard and he rushed to get some relief only for you to slap his hand away.

“Nuh-uh! No touching! You really thought I was gonna let you cum?” 

“Please…” Coryo whined realizing you were about to drag this out just for your own sadistic pleasure.

“I'm hungry and I’m gonna go make some dinner now. And you are gonna sit down nicely keeping your hands to yourself and letting me marvel at you wearing those lovely pink stockings that look so good on you.”

Coryo looked down at his cock, his tip leaking, so pink and desperate.

You let out a soft giggle.

“And if you behave, maybe I will decide to have that pretty dick of yours for a dessert.”

#thank you for the ask #and sorry that it took like seven business days to do it #unfortunately i have a job #coriolanus snow #young coriolanus snow #coriolanus x reader #coriolanus x you #coriolanus snow x reader #coriolanus snow x you #thg #the hunger games #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #tbosas #thg tbosas #blurb #cts ask

[fanfic-for-multifandoms]

Our Plans May Change But Our Hearts Remain {Nick Folio x reader}

First Bad Omens fic!

Warnings: Angst that turns a into a bit of fluff at the end. 

Nick folio x Female reader

It had been years since Nick had seen the only girl he'd ever truly loved.

He had no idea what she would think when she saw him. After all, he had left her with no explanation, he left without ever saying goodbye. They were seventeen when he joined Bad Omens. They had plans. She knew he loved music but never thought he'd up and leave her without a word, but neither of them ever forgot about the other. They never forgot the love they had for each other. Even their parents knew they'd eventually find each other again.

No matter how much he thought of her, he could never bring himself to send her a message. The guilt of just up and leaving her was too much, but he knew he couldn't tell her he was leaving because one "stay" from her mouth, and he knew he would never be able to get on that flight. He hated leaving her like that, but he didn't even know how to say goodbye. How do you tell the love of your life that you are leaving and won't see them for a long time? He knew she listened to his band. She still followed him on every social media account. But he could never bring himself to message her.

He still remembered every little thing about her—the things she loved, the way she talked, all the little things she was so passionate about—he remembered the nights they would stay up late and talk about music and how they wanted to travel the world together. No matter how many people he met or how many girls he found, none of them could compare to her, and she felt the same even now when they are both musicians only in two different places in their careers—her band just starting to take off and his none stop touring.

She still loved him even all this time later. She never got the closer she wanted, the closer she needed. All she knew was that he had taken off. She loved her job, but doing it reminded her of all the promises Nick had made her when they were seventeen: how they were going to be famous and travel the world, or how he was going to marry her and they would be together forever. She always wanted to message him just to see if he would respond, but knowing his busy schedule, he probably wouldn't even have a chance to look at it, but it was worth a shot. She didn't know if he was in his hometown or even if he would want to go, but her band was playing their first sold-out show, and she wanted him there.

 She knew it was a long shot, but she sent the message anyway: "Hey, idk if you are in town or not, but my band is playing our first sold-out show, and they told me I could invite however many people I wanted, and I thought it would be nice to have my childhood best friend there. If you can't make it, that's understandable, but it would be nice if you were there." After she sent him that message, she put her phone down and left it in a different room. She was so nervous about his response that she couldn't even look at her phone.

A few hours later, she picked up her phone to call her best friend and saw a message back from Nick, and her heart stopped. She took a moment to read it. "Hey, I would love to be there; my only question is if I'm allowed to bring some people with me." She was so relieved to see he actually even saw her message. She hadn't talked to him in 5 years and thought he wouldn't want to talk to her at all, but here she is having a conversation with him, even if it's small.

After talking back and forth about the show and her band, she decided to go to bed. The show was in a couple of days, so she decided to take the next few days leading up to chill and go into town. She was hanging out in her house and about to leave when she got a message from Nick asking if they could meet up before the show if she was in town. After talking for a bit, they decided to meet up at a restaurant not far from where she was staying. To say she was nervous was an understatement, but she powered through her drive there.

As she pulled into the parking lot, she saw Nick standing outside. He really hadn't changed that much. She still saw the boy she fell in love with years ago. His hair was different, but aside from that, he was still the same. He greeted her with a hug. Something she wasn't really expecting but was more than happy to receive. They went inside and took a seat in one of the booths. They were facing each other; it reminded her of the dates they used to go on as teenagers. He would always sit across from her and hold her hand under the table. It made her a bit sad. She didn't know much about him anymore. She didn't know if he had a girlfriend or what his favorite color was. It used to be blue, but she doubted it was still that. 

After the waitress came over and got their drink order, they started talking. "So, how's life?" Nick asked her, "Pretty good? Me and my band have worked hard to get to this point, and I'm pretty glad our first sold-out show could be in our hometown. How about you?" She looked him in the eyes for the first time. She always loved his eyes, and one look from him made her knees weak. "It's been good. I never thought we would get to this point; we just headlined our first tour. I never knew you wanted to be a metal vocalist. I always knew you would play guitar but never thought you'd be a lead vocalist." "I never planned on it, but sometimes plans change. Our first vocalist quit, and I had been doing the backup vocals, and the rest of the band thought it would be good if I just started doing lead. I never thought I could do it, but here we are. I didn't know you listened to my band.”

"Of course I do; why wouldn't I?" He questions, "I don't know. Anyway, you've got a girlfriend or something?" She asks, hoping the answer is no. No, I tried that but couldn't bring myself to stop loving you." He looks down as he speaks as if ashamed. "Then why did you leave if you loved so much?" she murmured, now finally feeling the anger over what he had done. "Because I knew if I came to you, I wouldn't be able to leave," he explained. "Is that supposed to make me feel better? I spent years thinking you hated me when you first left. I couldn't get out of bed for a week. I couldn't understand what I did wrong. I wouldn't have asked you to stay. I know that music is your passion. Why would I have stopped you from that?"

He looked away from her as she ranted, not wanting to look her in the eyes until she said one thing that made his heart stop: "I still love you." He looked at her, finally meeting her eyes. "I never stopped. I couldn't even bring myself to hate you after you left." She started tearing up. Her voice was begining to break. She looked down as Nick began to speak. "I never stopped loving you either. Every day I regret leaving you. I don't even know why I thought it was better to leave without seeing you than to tell you what had happened. She cut him off to say, "I had to find out from your mom." She speaks quietly, "I know, and I'm so fucking sorry. I hate that I did that." "Then why didn't you reach out?" She says, "I was ashamed. I lost the love of my life by my own doing." She doesn't speak much more after that. They finish their lunch, and as they are leaving, he walks with her to her car and says, "I want you to know I truly do regret my decision every fucking day."

"I miss my best friend." She speaks, looking at the ground, not wanting to face him: "I miss you too; I don’t want to keep living without you." He is hesitant, but he reaches out without one hand and lifts her face to look at him. She looks him in the eyes and starts to tear up again. "I don't want to keep living without you." He wiped away the tears that were now falling down her face, trying not to tear up himself."I don't either," she whispered. They stand for a moment, just looking into each other's eyes.

She reaches out and intertwines their hands before leaning in and kissing him. Realizing she still feels the same way about him as she did five years ago, she pulls back. "I'm sorry," she says, looking down at the ground again. "Don't be. If you hadn't done that, I was going to." He steps closer to her leaving her back pressed against her car and leans in to kisses her as she wraps her arms around his neck. He kisses her as if he is making up for all the years he's been away from her, finally pulling back to catch their breath. "Where are you staying?" he asks her.

A/N

Part 2?? I quite enjoyed writing this so if yall want a part 2 lmk

As always feedback is welcomed so if there is anything I can work on lmk

#bad omens #bad omens fic #nick folio #nick folio fic #bad omens fanfiction #bandom fic

[willbyersenthusiast]

since i won’t shut up about Found Heaven, here’s a list of songs i think are very byler coded:

Found Heaven (the title track)

Alley Rose

The Final Fight

Miss You

Forever With Me

Eye Of The Night (kind of)

Winner (kind of)

and yk what while i’m here im gonna explain the reasons i think so;

Found Heaven:

i already explained this in a previous post (idk how to link them so have fun scrolling) but i will give a brief explanation; the song is about internalized homophobia and it’s basically conan telling his younger self it’s okay, or at least that’s how i perceive it, so i see this as a mike wheeler song. it can be will too but will is more out of the closet than mike tbf.

Alley Rose:

this one is kind of more about yearning and wanting but not before the relationship, it’s after it. they’re also kind of nervous around each other (especially mike) in season 4. the line “i waited all year at your feet like maybe you’d love me” is so them because they both waited for the other to reach out when Will moved to Lenora.

for the bridge, will is so worried about his best friend hating him because he’s gay and in love with him. “i thought if you’d ever leave me that i’d be the reason why.” and will again for the last little bit of the bridge saying “i swore hands were made for fighting, i swore eyes were made to cry, but you’re the first person that i’ve seen whose proven that might be a lie.” it’s kind of self explanatory in a way because will grew up in an abusive household. and for “don’t leave me hanging alone again.” i feel it fits both of them but also mike, because mike told will he felt like he was losing him and he wanted to be best friends again in s4

The Final Fight:

i feel like this one says how will wants to tell mike how much mike hurt him, and how he really upset him. he probably wants himself to get over mike and thinks this will help him (but it’ll just make mike confess😏 [hopefully].

Miss You:

this one makes me think of Mike telling Will how he misses him and how he felt like he “lost you or something.” and how “it’s not hawkins without you.” in season 4. and he knows he’s been a douche a little asshat (you can tell i’m a little upset with this mike lmao) but he wants “to be friends again. Best friends”

Forever With Me:

holy fucking shit this one. this song. i see this as Will yearning for Mike and wanting to be with him forever. “I ain’t sorry, though i should probably be. I think i’m gonna love you. You’re forever with me.” THIS SCREAMS WILL BYERS. “you are the reason i learned to love. Also the reason i cry” holy fucking SHIIIITTTT

Eye Of The Night:

i perceive this song as “this person haunts me. i see them everywhere and i can’t escape them” so it kind of reminds me of how they like always come back to each other? idk this one just kinda makes me think of them 💀

Winner:

this song (mainly just the pre-chorus and the chorus) makes me think of the rain fight. Will’s pov to be specific. i see it as Will saying “yeah you won you made me feel like shit, are you happy??” ykwim? OH AND THE SECOND VERSE “yet you have the nerve to miss me. how do i somehow feel guilty when you’re the one who let it get this bad” HOLY SHIT THATS LITERALLY THEIR FIGHT AT RINK-O-MANIA. like mike blaming will for not reaching out in the heat of the moment and therefore will blames himself too.

anyways that’s my little rant done GO STREAM FOUND HEAVEN ITS AMAZING AND IT HAS SUCH A DAZZLING 80S VIBE ITS MY FAVORITE THING RN GO LISTEN TO IT PLEASE ITS LIFE CHANGING

#conan gray #conehead #found heaven #alley rose #the final fight #miss you #forever with me #eye of the night #winner #stranger things #will byers #mike wheeler #byler #byler tumblr #st5 #stranger things 5 #byler endgame #mike wheeler i know what you are

[once-in-a-blood-moon]

Of Dice and Sin

Mammon x GN! reader :)

Summary: Mammon loses his lucky dice and you decide to help him with his little dilemma.

No warnings or anything, so enjoy!

Mammon dug through his closet for a third time, tossing out any clothes he’d missed the first two times, turning them inside out in his frantic search. 

“Damn it, damn it, damn it!” Turning around he kicks the nearest piles of clothes in frustration. His eyes catch the two couches in this room, and bolts towards them, deciding to ransack the couch furthest from him. Mammon hastily throws the pillows to the ground, and yanked the cushions out of their spots haphazardly. Coming up empty handed at the immediate couch, he rushes around his coffee table to the other one. He flings the pillows aside and his fingers grip the cushions once more about to tear them off.

“Mammon?” The second born jumps from the sudden intrusion, recognizing the voice instantly. He turns his head to acknowledge your presence before returning to his task. 

“Have ya ever heard of knockin’? The hell do ya want anyway, The Great Mammon’s a little busy at the moment.” You hardly stifle a chuckle at his greeting. 

“Mammon, you never knock when you come to my room.” Mammon momentarily freezes, caught up in the hypocrisy of his words. He’s glad he’s turned away from you so you can’t see his face light up in embarrassment. 

“Yeah, well you should be grateful that The Great Mammon even visits ya in the first place!” Mammon retorts as he sloppily places the cushions back on the couch, flopping himself down in rejection. 

“So, what’s going on?” You walked over to the opposing couch, picking up one of the cushions on the way to place it back where it belongs, before taking a seat. Mammon lifted his head to look at you. 

“I lost m’lucky dice.” 

“...You have lucky dice?” 

Mammon’s whole body shot off the couch, a hand flailing wildly in emphasis. “Yes! They were specially enchanted to give the owner extra luck! And by luck, I mean they automatically roll on the numbers I need. It’s how I win my games at the casino!” 

You hummed and nodded at his explanation. “I think our definitions of luck and cheating are wildly different… Anyways, how’d you even get a hold of them in the first place, Mammon?” 

“I owed a witch a favor and after helpin’ her out, she gave me those dice.” Mammon flopped back on the couch once again. He sighed heavily, running a hand through his disheveled locks. “And now I can’t find ‘em.” 

You pursed your lips in thought. You felt bad for the greedy demon, maybe there was something you could do. You jumped up from his couch, before quickly making your way to the door. Mammon’s eyes trailed your figure in confusion. 

“Where ya goin’? Ya just got here.” 

You turned around as your hand made contact with the doorknob. “And now I’m just leaving.” You gave him a playful smirk before heading out the door. 

“Fine, didn’t want ya to stay anyway!” Mammon called out as the door closed. His eyes shifted blankly to the coffee table in front of him. Now he was without his dice and he was without you. What a lousy day. 

-

It had been a week without his lucky dice, and Mammon had been feeling the effects like withdrawal. He hadn’t won a single bet or game at the casino, which put him in substantially more debt and substantially more trouble with Lucifer. 

Last night he had made the brave decision to not go and gamble until he either found his lucky dice or came up with another pair altogether. And he got right to looking in his bed as he wallowed in self-pity. And on top of that you hadn’t hung around him much since the day he’d told you about his dice. Anytime he’d suggested the two of you do something together, you would sputter out some excuse as to not hang out before hurrying past him. What the hell was all that about? 

A knock rapped on his door, causing Mammon to jolt out of his thoughts. 

“Go away! I don’t need anyone botherin’ me right now!” The door knob turned regardless, and Mammon pulled his head out of the covers to yell at whoever was interrupting his exclusive pity party. The door slowly opened as you popped your head into his room. 

“Hey.” You fully made your way inside before closing the door and walking to stand by Mammon’s bed. 

Mammon looked at you astounded. You had went M.I.A. for a week and the first thing you say to him is ‘hey?’ The nerve of his human! You were going to get an earful, before you presented Mammon a small gift wrapped box, no bigger than a ring box. His eyes carefully studied the box in your hand, returning to your expectant gaze. 

“What’s that for? If ya think you can be forgiven with a measly little present like that, then you really are a stupid human.” 

You sigh and roll your eyes. “Look I know that I haven’t been around you this whole week, but it’s for good reason. Now will you just take the box and shut up?” You reach your hand out a little more to coax Mammon to take the box. It works. He rips the wrapping off the box and opens it, eyes widening at what’s inside. 

Two dice sit inside of the box, both a different color. 

“They’re lucky dice. I’ve been having Solomon help me out with the enchantment all week, and that’s why I haven’t been able to hang out with you. I also didn’t want to accidentally spoil the surprise, so that’s another reason. I hope you like them.” 

Mammon looks up to you, mouth agape at the sweet gesture. “You did all this for me?” 

You smiled and nodded. Mammon closed the lid on the box before pulling you down on his bed, tackling you in a tight hug. He had missed his lucky dice, but he had missed you more during what felt like an eternity. He hated not having you around. But it certainly was all forgiven knowing the reason why. Mammon lifted his head off of you wanting to ask yet another question.

“Why are the dice different colors?” He thought back to the one yellow and one blue dice that were sat in the box. 

“They’re the colors in your eyes.” You gazed up into the very inspiration for the dice with a soft smile, making Mammon fluster. You took this moment to initiate a gentle kiss, ending just as quickly as it began. As Mammon regained his bearings, he shook his head with a chuckle. 

“Nu-uh, that wasn’t nearly enough. If yer really sorry for abandonin’ me for a week, you’ll give me more kisses.” You giggled and obliged him, giving him all the kisses he wanted. Mammon didn’t consider himself lucky for having his fancy dice, he considered himself lucky to have you by his side. 

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Broken line

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TW: implied willing captivity, manipulation, restraints, intimate whumper/carewhumper (? idk how to tag, he's playing nice here), sleep deprivation mention, generally lots of angst

"Here" He gave her a phone. It was a small, black and old fliphone "I'm sure you remember their number" she took the phone cautiously, not really understanding what he wanted "Cole told me you couldn't say goodbye to your little friend, so let's close that chapter, call them" he instructed with a voice void of all emotion. Luke told her she'd never have any connection to her life 'before' as he called it. It made no sense that he suddenly changed her mind, Lili could've easily told her friend what was happening "Go on" he encouraged "Unless you don't know the number" he raised an eyebrow, ready to snatch the device back.

"I know the number" she whispered.

"Call it then" he sighed "You can talk in your language, tell them anything you want, I don't mind, just, say your goodbyes" he was irritated, she figured, so she dialed as fast as she could.

She hoped Kai would pick up. They were the last person Lili had talked to, even though they only caught up with each other every couple months, whenever they managed their bond was strong. Lili appreciated them in her life, more than anything she had, which wasn't a lot truth be told. She was entirely caught up in the excitement of Mr. Fletcher's offer back home, she forgot to call them, since their scheduled meet and catch up wasn't happening for another month or two. She realised that way too late and regretted it deeply.

The phone rang once. She imagined their voice, what they would say when they picked up the phone for the unknown number.

It rang the second time. They must be staring at the screen, trying to decide if the foreign number is a scam or not. She prayed they'd decide it's worth answering.

The third time, she imagined them rummaging through the mess on their desk looking for the phone cursing to themself for misplacing their phone again.

The fourth time, she wondered if they're working and their phone is silenced. Maybe they're asleep, because of the time difference. She wasn't even sure she knew what time it was.

The phone rang at least four more times before the line was disconnected. She stared at the device in disbelief. They didn't pick up.

She held the phone out for him to take back, with teary eyes, shaking their head softly, unable to explain them not picking up.

Luke felt a twinge of empathy twisting in his stomach, and he let out a resignated sigh.

"Leave them a voice message" She was quick to pull her hand back and lifting it back to her ear, just in time to hear the beep. Thank god she didn't hang up yet.

"Hey," she greeted, bad at hiding the cries that bubbled up in her chest before she started speaking. Her hand trembled and she hoped she wouldn't drop the device "I don't have much time, I wanted to let you know that-" What exactly was it she wanted to say? That she signed her life away to the person she worked for in the summer?" The explanation sounded wrong, especially without the safety blanket of detachment that came with speaking her second language. Her mother tongue was raw, and admitting to what she did wounded her deeply "I wanted to let you know that I left, and I'm sorry for leaving you behind" he wiped her tears from her cheek with a compassionate smile. He would still take the phone as soon as she was done.

"I'm working for the person I worked for last time" she avoided saying his name as best as she could "and I probably won't be able to talk to you again," she held the phone away from her face for a second, unable to stop a sob and she hoped the recorder wouldn't pick the sound up "I love you, and I'm sorry- and, and I love you"

He held his right hand out for the phone silently, while he kept stroking her face with his left. He closed the phone with a click and pocketed it.

"Let it all out, darling, it's okay" he pulled her closer so she rested against his chest. And she cried.

He felt her tears soaking his shirt, making a mess on it with snot and saliva she couldn't control holding back. She couldn't see the grin that played on his lips, as he stroked her hair. She never cried like that before and he knew this was the moment he had been waiting for.

They stayed like that for a long time. Her hands found their way to cling onto his shirt, entangling her fingers in it, that he had to pry off when she quieted, as exhaustion took over and she fell into restless sleep.

He cuffed her hands back to the hoop bolted into the floor, before standing up and bringing a blanket and pillow over from one of the cabinets he hadn't opened for her before. This was the first time he would let her sleep through the entire night in almost three weeks.

He tucked the pillow under her face carefully, pushing down the urge to lift her head up by the hair, and tucked her in with the flimsy white blanket only leaving her restrained hands out.

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jealous

࿐ ˚ . ✦ summary: druig had a bad day. on top of it, he caught you and ikaris training together, very close to each other. so, what does he do? he lets his jealousy and your eagerness to make up for it do the work.

࿐ ˚ . ✦ warnings: slightly insecure druig, jealous!druig, and possessive!druig, dirty talk, smut, unprotected sex, oral (fem & male receiving) [this one is NASTY, so brace yourselves.]

࿐ ˚ . ✦ word count: 3,6K [got a bit carried away]

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It surely had taken some time, but you’d slowly started to adapt to Druig’s moods. There were days where he was particularly cheerful, messing around with the rest; and there were other days when he was grim and you were afraid to say the wrong thing to him and that he might snap.

That day you hadn’t seen him, he was nowhere to be found, and it didn’t matter who you asked, no one knew of his whereabouts.

“He’ll come back,” Ajak assured you calmly, as she read an old book about knights that Makkari had lent her. “He always comes back.”

“But what if he doesn’t come back this time?” they didn’t know what you and Druig had, they didn’t know that if he’d left the Dome, he’d left you too.

“You’re still here, he’d never leave you, and you know that, so don’t fret.”

You wanted to believe that Druig would never leave you. After all, you two have been secretly dating for 6,400 years, and had been inseparable ever since. It was dumb to think that he’d ever leave you without an explanation, and yet…

“Wanna train?” Ikaris’ voice took you out of your trance. “It’s been a while, don’t you think?”

It had been a while. Your ability was to absorb other’s cosmical energy and powers, and there was one power that you didn’t seem able to get the hang of: energy beams from the eyes, Ikaris’ specialty.

However, you hesitated. Druig has never been open about it, but you could sense his demeanor changing whenever Ikaris was too close, whenever you asked, Druig would say it was nothing, but you knew better than that.

And it was probably a bad idea to get close to Ikaris while Druig is nowhere to be seen; but you needed to master that skill once and for all. Besides, it would only be training, right?

“Yeah, alright,” you offered a soft smile, standing up from your chair and following Ikaris to the training room.

(***)

“Oops, sorry, sorry,” Druig heard your voice and laugh echoing down the hall, and stopped in his tracks with a little smile on his face. He knows he should’ve at least let you know he was going out, but he’d been so mad that he didn’t think straight. But the sound of your laugh definitely brightened his day.

He couldn’t wait to approach you, wrap his arms around you and-

“No no, don’t apologize, you did fine,” Ikaris assured you with an amused smile, approaching you once it was safe to do so again. “You just have to focus on your targets a bit more.”

“So it’s like- just staring? I- like- You make it look so easy.”

“What can I say? My specialty,” he shrugged and you rolled your eyes in amusement.

Druig had been carefully approaching, not wanting to interrupt the scene. You had told him you had been struggling with the eye-gleams, and unfortunately for Druig, the only person who could help you with that matter was Ikaris.

So maybe he’d give Ikaris the benefit of doubt, he’d trust him enough around you at least this once, for your sake.

But Ikaris had heard Druig approach, and oh boy, wouldn’t he make him pay for putting the rest of the Eternals against him during the morning meeting.

“All you have to do,” Ikaris said, moving even closer to you. He placed his hand on your waist and stood right behind you, bending down slightly so he could whisper in your ear. “Is to focus.”

“Yeah?” your heart shrank inside your chest, all this felt so…

“Yeah,” Ikaris mumbled, his mouth so close to you that his breath tickled in your neck. He then softly grabbed your jaw with his free hand, and moved your head so you’d be staring at the target right in front of you. “You can try now, go on.”

You did as he said, and just as promised, your gleam hit right in the middle, like it was supposed to, you smiled in surprise, turning around to say thank you to Ikaris, only then noticing two things:

Ikaris was so close to you that his face was merely inches away from yours, not to mention his hand was still firmly placed on your waist.

And Druig was staring directly at the two of you, his jaw clenched, fists closed and incredibly pissed off by the scene.

You would be in so much trouble.

“Something you need besides interrupting us, Druig?” Ikaris bit out, saying Druig’s name with so much hatred it almost sounded like an insult.

And that’s when you understood it all, Ikaris knew Druig was watching the two of you, and that’s why he’d behaved the way he’d done it, not only to attempt an advance with you, but to piss Druig off as well. While yours and Druig’s relationship wasn’t public, it was pretty obvious that there was something going on between you two, and Ikaris knew it.

He wanted to get on Druig’s nerves, and he’d surely done it.

“Y/N, my darling, can I talk to you for a second? I think you’re done ‘ere.”

“Yes, of course,” you said with a nervous smile, turning to Ikaris with a more forced one. “Thank you for um-”

“It was nothing,” Ikaris assured. “I’m here whenever you need me.”

Druig could swear that if one more word came out of that idiot's mouth, he would send him flying to the sun himself.

Druig had been awfully quiet ever since that moment. You had expected some questions, to actually talk like he said you two would, but Druig said nothing. He’d told you he had something to do, and had left without further ado.

So, you had an idea, it wouldn’t fail to cheer him up and help him deal with his pent up frustration. You took a quick shower, making sure to use his favorite scents, you styled your hair, and put on a black coat.

With determination, you walked to his quarters, regardless of who saw you, most likely they already knew about you two, and if not, they would probably find out that very night.

A knock on his door was all it took to get his attention, Druig hurried to open the door, to find you standing there, with his huge black coat on, red heels and a bright smile plastered on your lips.

"Why are you dressed like that?" Druig questioned in a mixture of curiosity and confusion, his travelling all over your attire before finally meeting yours.

"You’ll see.” you answered with a sweet smile. Druig stepped aside to let you in, and shut the door behind you.

"That back there, what was it? I want an explanation." Druig did everything in his power to look angry, clenching his jaw and glaring at you. But you knew him better than that, yes, he was angry, but mostly? He was jealous.

“Hm…” you hummed playfully, running your fingertip over the details of his leather jacket with an innocent face, Druig watched you silently, trying to figure out what you were up to, which he quickly realized when your hand began to creep dangerously close to the button of his jeans.

"Careful with what you’re doing," Druig warned you, keeping his tone stern, wrapping his hand around your arm and pulling it away from him, but not quite letting go. “Answer me first.”

You slipped away from his grip and smirked at him, Druig took his time to analyze you, your hair perfectly done, no makeup except for the very shade of red lipstick he’d gifted you. How you looked, how delicious you smelled had him almost forgetting how annoyed he was, as he found himself imagining what type of clothing you wore under that coat, or if you wore any at all.

"Okay baby, you deserve an explanation,” you admitted, losing your tempting composure for a bit, just to be sincere with him about what had happened. “Ikaris asked me if I wanted to train, and since I’ve been struggling with the gleams, I thought it was a good idea. You were nowhere to be seen, so… I trained with him.”

“Trained?”

“We just trained.” you shrugged, being completely honest about it, but you knew he wouldn’t buy it so easily.

“You expect me to believe that?” Druig scoffed. You’d never cheated on Druig, and you never will, he knew that. But he also knew how badly Ikaris wanted to have you, and how he wouldn’t rest until he did. Druig isn’t one to be insecure, which is why he tends to show jealousy and anger.

"It’s the truth so… yeah,” you said calmly, you knew something of these sorts would happen, which is why you came prepared. “Do you not trust me anymore?”

“I do,” Druig assured you, but quickly looked away. He knew that if he looked at your eyes for one more second, his anger would dissipate entirely, and that is something he wouldn’t allow. “But I don’t like seeing him so close to you.”

"I know, I’m sorry." you said softly, noticing his shoulders relaxing. You approached more determined now, and grabbed his hand in yours, caressing the back of it with your thumb. This technique never failed to calm him down, it’s something you’ve been doing for eons.

"It’s not because I don’t trust you, you know?" he mumbled, sighing heavily. “It’s him I don’t trust around you.”

“I promise I’ll keep my distance from now on.”

"Did he do anything else?" His voice was low, and you couldn’t quite recognize the tone, it wasn’t anger, but he wasn’t calm either.

“No, my love,” you sighed. “In fact, he hadn’t done anything at all, it was only moments before you arrived that he started acting weirdly.”

“You wouldn’t be lying to me, would you?”

He was starting to slowly but surely get on your nerves, you’d gone all the way to his room to try and console him, and all you were getting in return was an interrogatory. Maybe if you poked the tiger, you’d get what you’re looking for.

“Want me to find a reason for you to get jealous? Cause I can surely think of some.”

He clenched his jaw again and tilted his head slightly to the side, he wetted his lips and smirked in annoyance, which made you smile in victory, you were slowly getting him riled up, which may, or may not be what you’re after.

“I have nothing to be jealous of, you’re mine. You’ve been mine for centuries.”

"Oh, I know.”

Both of your hands reached out to him once again, as you got closer to him, desperate to have any sort of contact, whether it’s a hug, a kiss, or… anything else.

“Here’s my apology present.” you took a hold of his hands and guided them to the belt holding the black coat. He quickly caught up with what you insinuated and grasped the fabric, pulling at it and watching it come undone.

“Oh, fuck..” Druig trailed off as his eyes travelled all over your body. "You're naked."

"So perceptive, my love, never would’ve noticed that on my own.” you weren’t you if you didn’t drop at least once sarcastic comment per conversation, and Druig smiled, wetting his lips again as he found himself unable to look away.

“Careful of how you use that pretty little mouth of yours.”

“I didn’t mean to anger you,” you mumbled, sliding your hand over his cheek softly. “Is there any way I can make it up to you?”

"Some come to mind." Druig’s voice was hoarse with lust, and he felt the last drops of composure he had left slipping through his fingers, and yet, before he could do anything, you moved away from him.

"As an apology, I’ll let you do anything you want with me,” you proposed, to then bite your lip shamelessly.

He licked his lips and stared straight at you. "Anything I desire?"

"Anything,"

Now it was him who took you by surprise, he quickly moved closer to you, stopping right in front of you, his face inches away from yours. He grabbed your hand and placed it over his clothed bulge, so you could feel him.

“See what you do to me?” he mumbled, his blue eyes stared deeply into yours. “You get me so hard.”

Although you were the one to start the game, it was your turn to whimper, he was so close to you and yet, so far, his lips were inches away from yours, your hand was over his crotch, only layers of clothing away.

Druig then pulled you by your hips, as close to his body as he could. The tips of his fingers digged into your skin as he leaned down to press his lips against the soft skin of your neck. He started to leave soft kisses all around, biting and licking softly, and smirking against your skin when he felt you tremble in his arms. Once he found the soft spot under your ear, he sucked harshly on it, making you moan ever so softly, automatically leaning your head back.

His lips kept kissing, bitting and nipping over the skin of your neck, making sure to mark your beautiful skin; and even if the marks wouldn’t last for too long, the image would be imprinted in his mind for years.

His hands trailed your body down to your lower back, and to your ass, where he squeezed almost painfully. You, in an attempt to keep your legs from giving out, wrapped your arm around his neck.

"Druig-," you barely said his name, but he recognized the begging in your voice.

“Uh-uh,” he said, clicking his tongue. “You gonna be a good girl for me?”

“I’ll be whatever you want me to be.”

Druig groaned and closed his eyes for a second, feeling your words going straight to his dick. He wasn’t even mad anymore, he was just ridiculously turned on.

"I want you to be good to me, so… go on, beautiful, on your knees," he demanded, and it took you a few seconds to process what he’d said, mostly because the heat pooling in between your legs didn’t allow you to think straight. “I don’t like repeating myself, or is it that you need me to put you on your knees?”

His words would've been enough to make you come, or at least that’s what you could’ve sworn at that moment. Regardless, you did as he asked and got on your knees in front of him, immediately looking up at him.

Druig, without a word, unbuttoned his jeans and tugged them down his legs; his briefs were doing a poor job at keeping him covered, it was almost as if he wasn’t wearing anything, it was easy to pull them down. “What are you waiting for, my love? Go on.”

Technically, you were supposed to be good to him, to make up for what happened, but there was something undeniably tempting about teasing Druig, it always had wonderful consequences, and you couldn’t help yourself.

You slowly, very slowly, started to pump him, making sure that the pace wouldn’t be satisfying enough for him; and he was quick to catch up to that, because he wrapped his hand against your wrist to stop you.

“You know better than to tease me,” with his other hand, he ran his thumb over your lower lip, pulling it down slightly. “Don’t you?”

You understood what that gesture meant, so you carefully wrapped your lips around him, once again, being too slow on purpose. Druig groaned in a mixture of annoyance and impatience, deciding to take matters into his own hands… or rather hips? As he thrusted and slid further into your mouth.

Knowing he would do something like this, you managed to take him, bobbing your head in the rhythm you knew he liked, you figured that after messing around with him for so long, he deserved something.

"You're good for me, and just for me." he praised you, just as he knew how to, urging you to start moving your head quicker, taking all of him in, or at least, all you could while he rocked his hips, meeting with your movements.

You looked up at him and he nearly lost it, which is why he pulled himself out, and hooked his arm around your waist, helping you stand up.

"I want to finish inside you," he declared, pressing his lips to yours, despite the saliva and other things in them.

You simply nodded in response, agreeing with him, not to mention you couldn’t talk yet, you needed some seconds to recover from the feeling.

At that, Druig felt a pang of guilt, you hadn’t done anything wrong, so maybe he shouldn’t be so rough with you. But then again… if you don’t like it, Druig knows you’d let him know.

He picked you up and placed you on his bed— your shared bed most nights.

“You good?” he asked, taking off your heels and placing them on the side.

“Yeah,” you said with a soft smile, leaning on your side. “But I miss you here.”

He crawled on top of you, and as soon ad he smirked, you knew he wasn’t done with you just yet.

He started with small kisses down your stomach, leaving little bites in your hips, then he kissed some more in your inner thighs, he kissed everywhere except where you needed him. As painfully hard as he was, he was also having fun teasing you.

"Druig"‌ you whined slightly, trying to not move your hips too much under him; still, Druig could sense it and a smirk appeared back on his lips.

He then started to pepper wet kisses straight to your centre, but nothing more than kisses, which made you groan, he was doing it on purpose, you knew it.

"Baby, please.”

That was all it took, really, for him to dip his face between your thighs, he sucked on your clit, circling it with his tongue, teasing your entrance with his middle and ring finger.

In an attempt to find stability, you grasped his dark hair as his mouth sucked, licked, kissed and bit between your legs, the sounds he elicited from your lips were enough motivation to keep him going for a century if you allowed him to.

His lips continued to move, tongue circling your clit and sucking, and flicking constantly, however, when he bit slightly, the sudden shock of pleasure made your back arch, but he placed a hand on your stomach and pushed you back onto the bed.

He looked up at you, your eyes shut and moans escaping your lips uncontrollably, and Druig knew you were close, he could feel you clenching around his fingers with every flick of his tongue.

"Oh, fuck..." his fingers curled you as he sucked, you couldn't help but moan. "So good."

"Yeah?" he said, speeding up his fingers. "you like that?"

"Fuck- fuck." you felt completely overwhelmed by bliss already.

"Tell me, darlin’…” he asked, burying his fingers deeper and curling them in the right spot, again and again. "Who's making you feel like this?"

Moans kept escaping your mouth, and as much as he enjoyed hearing you, that wasn't what he asked. "I can't hear you. Who's making you feel like this?"

"You," you moaned out, if anyone asked, you could've sworn you were seeing stars. "You, Druig."

"That's right. Me.”

And with that, your legs shook uncontrollably, your hips moved as you tried to ride his face and his hands, however, he stopped you by pushing your hips down, not allowing you to chase your release.

"I want you now, Druig." you asked, as clearly as you could.

“Whatever my girl wants.”

He pulled away from you and licked his lips clean, not wanting to waste a drop, he hovered over you to kiss you softly before laying down beside you, and immediately grabbing your hips, pulling you in top of him, so you’d be straddling him.

“Ready?” he asked, keeping a tight hold of your hips.

You nodded softly at him, hovering over him and wrapping your hand around him, your thumb brushing the head and wiping a drop, to then suck your thumb clean, causing his grip on your hips to tighten.

A low, hoarse moan left Druig’s lips as you sank down on him, taking all of it at once, it ached a little and it made you take a break for a few seconds, but it wasn’t long before you started to circle your hips, your hands pressed against his chest. He’d never get tired of that sight, your hips moving against his, your glistening skin, your tits bouncing… you were all his. His to see, his to touch, his to kiss.

"You look so beautiful like this," he praised, caressing your hip bone as he started to thrust his hips up, so they met with yours. “My beautiful, beautiful girl, all mine.”

You smiled at his comments while your body bounced up and down slowly. You knew his body like the back of your hand, the rhythms, the pace, the movements, you could make him come undone under you in a matter of seconds if you wanted to, but it’s the intimacy you enjoyed.

Soon, you started to clench around him, and that was his cue to take over for the final thrusts, he rolled both over in bed, so he’d be on top of you as he thrusted deeply into you, the tip of his dick hitting perfectly against your g-spot, again and again.

It was the way you clenched when you climaxed what made him finish, Druig grunted into your mouth before letting go, almost falling on top of you.

"That was...," you trailed off and even laughed softly. “so fucking good.”

"Good?" Druig questioned with a raised eyebrow. "It was fucking mindblowin’.”

He fell back on the bed and pulled you on top of him, wanting to relax with you in between his arms, as he had intended when he first came back to the Dome.

"Remind me to get you jealous more often.”

“Don’t start a game you can’t finish.” he warned you, trailing down your back with the tips of his fingers.

"Alright then, not so often,” you joked and you saw him roll his eyes, but a little smile threatened to appear on the edge of his lips nonetheless. “So, have you forgiven me?”

"It depends," he mumbled, softly caressing your cheek with the back of his hand. “Will you be here when I wake up tomorrow?”

You knew he was referring to the secret relationship, of how you two had to constantly sneak out of each other's rooms.

But no more of that. It was time to reveal it.

“Of course I’ll be here, tomorrow, the day after, and the day after, I’ll be here forever.”

“Wouldn’t want it any other way, my beautiful girl.”

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Not Yet

pairing: jake kiszka x reader

warnings: SMUT, orgasm denial, very very whiney jake, subby-ish!jake, i don’t even know.

author’s note: whiney jake. goodnight and godbless.

“well if you really didn’t miss me, fine- go to the bar. flirt with other guys, see if i fucking care.”

“jake, please. you’re blowing this up. i didn’t know you were coming home this week, i thought i’d have time before you got back to see my friends.”

she explained for what felt like the millionth time, slowly but surely getting more and more frustrated with his blatant refusal to listen to her. it was true- she didn’t know he was coming home this week; she was told he finished tour in two weeks, leaving her with a free weekend to do as she pleased before she inevitably got sucked into doing everything with jake upon his return. not that that was a bad thing, but she would often find herself unwilling to see or talk to anyone but him for at least a week, selfishly keeping him to herself to make up for lost time.

her plan to meet her friends for drinks had been quickly derailed by jake’s early arrival.

“no, no. it’s fine. i understand you have friends or whatever, but you clearly just want to go out so you can flirt with other people.”

his face was flushed, eyes wild as he ranted and repeated himself. in the midst of his anger-induced pacing around the apartment, his shirt had managed to become unbuttoned, barely hanging on to his shoulders- his hair was another story completely: tangled and sweaty, with loose strands hanging into his face. if she wasn’t so pissed off with his dramatic display, she’d have fucked him on the couch right then and there.

anger always did suit him so well.

“are you actually being serious right now, jake? i want to see my friends, maybe gossip a little and enjoy some drinks- not sleep with someone else. god, you are going insane over nothing! what the fuck is wrong with you?”

“go to the fucking bar. i don’t want you here right now.”

“i don’t understand why you’re acting like this, i won’t even be that long.”

he sighs loudly, rubbing his hands over his eyes. she waited for his answer - most likely the exact same thing she’d been hearing all night, something about how she mustn’t love him if she was going out without him, especially since it was his first weekend back home- she waited, crossing her arms over her chest as she watched him sit down onto the couch, pressing his face into his hands.

“it’s just fucking funny how you’ve had almost four months to go out, and you choose the first weekend i’m back? i don’t know, seems a little pointed- maybe i should just go see josh, crash at his place.” he muttered, stubbornly refusing to look at her no matter where she moved herself.

“jake, i didn’t fucking know. drop it.”

“no, i’m not gonna drop it. you’re not denying it, and that says more than enough for me.”

“would you just shut the fuck up? all you’ve done is yell at me, all night. i’m so tired of you bitching at me for something i didn’t even do!” she finally snaps, raising her voice above his, feeling a small shimmer of satisfaction when he looks taken aback by her words.

“oh, now you’re gonna-“

“-shut up, jacob.” she interrupted, losing whatever shred of patience she had been desperately hanging on to.

silence filled the room, finally. she took a deep breath before looking over to him, meeting his eyes, almost daring him to speak. a few steps across the room situated her directly in front of him, moving to hover between his spread legs. she leaned down until her eyes were level with his. their chests were both heaving, heavy with the weight of residual anger. her mouth was so close to his, they almost brushed, but she maintained a certain distance.

“you’re going to let me go out with zero complaints.” she whispered.

“why should i do that?”

“because if you don’t, you don’t get to cum.”

eyebrows creased with confusion, his lips parted while his eyes searched hers for any further explanation. when he realises she wasn’t going to provide it without his inquiry, he takes a breath to speak.

“what do you mean?”

“i mean- you won’t be allowed to cum. at all. that is, if you continue to argue with me about nothing, and stop me from seeing my friends.”

“and if i stop?”

“well you’ll be rewarded, won’t you?”

he cast his eyes downward, but quickly finds himself interrupted when her hand connects with his chin and forces his head back up. this was new to them both, this dominant side, but she liked it, liked how it made her stomach tingle.

“don’t take your eyes off me.” she whispers against his mouth.

placing her hands on his knees, she uses them as a means to balance as she slowly settled to her knees, shuffling to get as close to him as possible. he instinctively widened his legs, watching as her hands smoothed over his thighs and squeezed at the flesh of them.

her fingers made quick work of his belt and zipper, deftly managing to get him in just his briefs in mere seconds while he lifted his hips to cooperate. she pressed a hand to his clothed dick, raising an eyebrow once she feels him semi-hard under her touch.

“already excited, sweetheart?”

he chooses not to answer, instead nodding his head slowly. he kept his eyes trained on her hand moving against him in a leisurely manner, breath catching in his throat when her thumb brushes over the head through the fabric. she feels him continue to harden as she stroked him, small gasps filling the quiet room.

she pulled the waistband of his briefs down until he was finally bare, slapping against his stomach. not wanting to wait any longer, she grasped his now rock hard cock in her warm hand, flicking her eyes up to ensure he was still watching her, as per her command. she had honestly never seen him more focused, more mesmerised by something before him than now.

gently brushing her tongue against the underside of his length, she smiles to herself when he gasps loudly- she breathes a laugh through her nose when he groans a whispered “oh my god” after she takes him fully into her mouth, quickly forcing her head down to accept as much of him as possible.

pulling back up, she looks at his cock and smiles. he always was so pretty, everywhere. his head was pink and swollen, leaking beads of precum; she brushed her tongue over the tip, collecting the drops and nudging him past her lips once more, swirling her tongue in steady circles. his chest heaves heavily and he grips the cushion next to him with white knuckles, trying to remain composed.

hollowing her cheeks and beginning to move up and down his length, she finds a comfortable pace which has jake squirming under her, soft moans and sighs filling the room.

“fuck, if you keep going, i’m gonna cum.”

at his warning, she removes her mouth with a soft pop, ignoring his groan of protest. she replaces her mouth with her hand and strokes him leisurely, resting her cheek against his thigh and watching his face change. twisting over his tip, she thumbs over the fresh precum and uses it as more lubricant for her hand around him.

“wanna tell me why you’re throwing a hissy fit, baby?” she asks, still leaning on his thigh and stroking him.

“not throwing a fit.” he replies stubbornly.

“so you’re all worked up over nothing?”

“i’m not worked up-fuck, keep doing that.”

his hips begin to lift in time with her hands, signalling he was close- though his face could have told her that. he looked positively sinful with his eyes wide and jaw hanging open, his cheeks blushed.

“don’t lie to me, jake. you know i can tell.”

“m not lying.” she tuts and shakes her head, letting go of him completely and getting to her feet stiffly.

“come back, i was so close.” he tries to grab her hair, but she manages to escape him.

“too bad. i’m going now.”

“are you serious? please, i need this.” he begs.

“don’t cum while i’m gone.”

he looks stunned at her actions, fisting himself and moving up and down, eyes filled with desperation as they watched her move to the front door.

“you can touch yourself. but you can’t cum- that’s for me to help with when i get back.”

“why are you doing this?” his voice was pathetically quiet, and she almost felt bad.

“to teach you a lesson. be good.” she blows him a kiss, shutting the door and leaving him by himself.

before she even got to the bar, she knew nothing would interest her more than what was waiting for her at home. the mere thought of him battling with his own mind, cock in hand, was enough to make her shift in her seat every few minutes, rubbing her thighs together.

her friends were boring and fine. nothing caught her attention, too focused on ignoring the floods of texts jake was sending through, the contents of each message being along the lines of begging her to come back and also telling her she was a sick fuck for doing this to him. he was stuck between wanting to obey her and wanting to rebel, but she trusted he knew that would be a bad idea.

she mused to herself the night was far too tame for jake to have flown off the handle like he had- she wasn’t even drinking. it certainly wasn’t worth his little fit, nor the trouble he had now got himself in to.

the night ended within a couple hours and she absentmindedly bade her friends farewell, tugging them in for quick, rushed hugs. she was aching to get back and see what was waiting for her. her phone had been buzzing the entire time, and when she excused herself to the bathroom to read through his manic pleading, she found videos, filthy messages and voice notes, which she listened to on the quietest volume for fear of someone hearing something only she deserved to. he was going completely insane without her, but she was proud to see he was following her instructions when he stops himself from letting go in one of the many videos he had sent her. she imagined what must be going through his head right now, mind clouded with lust. she knew he wanted her to answer him: so she left him on read.

the drive back went far too slowly, but she didn’t really feel like getting pulled over for speeding, nor having to explain why:

“i’m sorry officer, i was speeding because i wouldn’t let my boyfriend cum and he’s sending me videos of him jacking off without me.”

doesn’t sound great in the eyes of the law.

when she was finally home, a wave of nerves took over her body. what if he was actually upset with her for this? was it too much?

the throbbing between her legs pulled her away from her doubtful mind and encourages her to push the front door open, anxiously awaiting the scene she was sure to find inside.

he was still sat on the couch. his head was thrown back, legs spread wide with his hand in his lap, rapidly moving up and down. his face and chest were covered in a sheen of sweat, his hair plastered to his cheeks in damp tendrils. his previously squeezed-shut eyes snapped open at the sound of her keys dropping into its respective bowl by the door, and the look of relief melting his facial features made her stomach jolt.

“oh, thank god. please, i’m so fucking hard, i need to cum.”

taking a few cautious steps towards him, she sees him even closer up, sees how desperate he was. his face was a sweet shade of red, and his eyebrows were creased so hard she worried he would have a headache.

“have you been good?” she asks, reaching a hand out to brush his hair out of his face in a tender manner.

“i’ve been so good for you, i haven’t done it yet. it’s so hard, please can i cum now?” he asks.

“not yet.”

he groans loudly and slows his hand, stomach muscles flexing as he stopped himself from reaching his peak for the umpteenth time.

sitting on the couch cushion next to him, knees touching, she makes slow work of taking her shoes off, shrugging her leather jacket off and fluffing her hair. the tiniest hint of a moan came from jake when her hand grazed his thigh, but she didn’t maintain the contact for long.

“what are you gonna do now?” he asks, almost timid as he looks at her through his eyelashes.

“me? i’m going to lie back on this couch, and you’re going to make me cum.”

to further prove her point, she moves until her back is pressed against the soft fabric, shifting to adjust herself into the most comfortable position.

“and will i get to cum after that?”

“yes.”

without any more thought he scrambles to his feet, throwing himself onto his knees on the couch and forcing her knees apart. he shoved her skirt up past her hips, and began to press open-mouthed kisses along her legs, which were still dressed in her tights. he wasted no time pressing his fingers against her through the layers of her underwear and tights, humming when she responds with a tight gasp.

his fingers try to pull the layer of black away from her body but fails, groaning with frustration and scrabbling at the fabric until she grabs his wrist and pulls it between her legs again, sighing when he kisses her inner thigh.

“rip them.”

jake happily obliges, finding the hem and pulling roughly, smiling triumphantly when a large hole begins to rip. once enough of her is exposed, he leans in to press a gentle kiss against her clothed core, looking at her with an intensity she couldn’t quite name.

he licks the entirety of her heat through her lace, and she feels her body begin to relax into his warm touch. he shifts her underwear out of the way and finally connects his mouth with her aching clit. the moan she let out was louder than she wanted, but it only seemed to spur him on. he entered two fingers, slowly pumping them inside of her until she begged for him to speed up.

she was embarrassingly close to orgasm already, feeling his tongue flick in firm, pointed movements against her clit and how it made her legs shake involuntarily. her hands found home tangled in jake’s hair, tugging with every new level of pleasure.

“just like that, jake. faster.” she gasped out.

he sped up, adding a third finger and sucking directly on her clit, eyes never leaving her face. he loved to watch her come undone under his tongue, and loved even more the sweet taste of her. when she came, her legs trembled against the instinct to clench around his head- she was holding his hair so tightly it must have hurt, but he gave no complaints.

the pleasure of such a long-awaited orgasm rolled over her, forcing her head back as her loudest and filthiest moans yet left her parted lips. he kept moving his mouth and fingers, excitedly drinking in her physical response and the way he was making her clench around his fingers tightly.

she lay motionless for a moment, letting jake sit back up and slowly lick her juices off his fingers, savouring every drop. she could see how painfully hard he still was, and the way he pressed against his erection subconsciously. the feeling must be driving him wild, but he was still trying to behave for her and pretend it wasn’t a problem.

he’s so good.

kneeling on the cushion next to him, she sits up and presses her lips against his salty skin, kissing across his jawline and down to his neck, licking a spot and blowing on it, causing him to shiver. she didn’t stop moving her mouth, sucking and softly biting until small splotches of purple and red littered his skin. she swung her leg over his lap to straddle him, placing her hands on his chest to steady herself.

immediately she presses against his cock, rocking back and forth as he tips his head back, tucking his bottom lip between his teeth. she reaches down between them and grasps him firmly in her hand, guiding him through her folds until he was positioned against her entrance. he pushed in for the both of them, gripping her sides to pull her down onto him.

“i need this so much, fuck, that feels so good.” he whines, screwing his eyes shut.

“how good do i make you feel, sweetheart?”

“so, so good.” he gasps out.

she moved up and down, bouncing gently on his dick, watching a bead of sweat trickle down his forehead and onto his nose.

“oh, fuck, i’m not gonna last long.”

“hold it. not yet.” she commands, taking a firm grip of his hair to emphasise that she was still very much in control.

he whimpers and opens his eyes again, searching for an ounce of mercy in her face- but was met with indifference. she wanted to take pity on him and give him what he so badly wanted, but the truth of the matter was she was enjoying this too much. his desperate whines and gasps were taking her well on her way to a second orgasm already, and she wanted to see how long he could hold on for.

“please, please, please can i cum, i need it so bad.” he whispers, gripping the flesh of her breasts tightly to anchor himself to some semblance of reality.

one final brush against her g-spot and her legs were trembling again. she nods quickly, looking jake in the eye and holding his face. she wanted to watch him finally unravel, and she wanted to hear his voice.

“let go, baby. you did such a good job. let go now.” she murmured against his lips, softly stroking his hair out of his face again.

they both came at almost the same time, jake finishing so hard and loud she almost worried about the neighbours- his eyes rolled back and he went silent for a moment, holding his breath with the pure overwhelming pressure of finally having his release. he took another sharp breath and moaned again, pressing his face into her neck and panting heavily as they both rode out their highs.

they both slump against one another, happily panting and smiling coyly when they opened their eyes again. she rested her forehead against his, and pressed a chaste kiss to the tip of his nose.

“you’re such a pretty, good boy.”

“i’m your good boy.”

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Never Have I Ever // SNEAK PEEK

Here's a sneak peak at a fanfiction I am writing. It's called Never Have I Ever!! Hope you enjoy this sneak peak.

Content: fem!reader, gendered pronouns and titles, sub!spencer, cursing, masturbation (male)

Word count : 1,072

“So.. Pretty boy, a fantasy about a coworker huh? Naughty boy” I teased, it only seemed to make him a little more nervous, a dark pink blush instantly flushing his cheeks. “I- uh yeah” He stuttered, shifting in his seat and avoiding eye contact. “It just kind of happened” He added quickly, fiddling with his fingers as he spoke.

“Who was it? JJ? Elle? Garcia?” I joked, pinching his thigh teasingly, Spencer didn’t answer. Instead of pressing harder I just opted to turn the radio on instead, switching it to the station I had programmed just for when I drove with him. 91.5 Classical Medley.

For the next 10-15 minutes we just drove, silently enjoying the music together. Until I pulled into his apartment complex, parking in a visitor spot to drop him off. “Y/n?” Spencer said his first words in a while, sounding unsure of himself “It w-was about you.” He said so quickly I almost missed it, finally making eye contact with me for the for the first time in an hour or so.

His words took my by surprise, “What?” Even though I fully understood what he was trying to say, “N-Never have I ever..” He took a pause. “I-my fantasy was about you Y/n. Actually b-both of my answers were about you. I-I’m so sorry”

I could tell my face must’ve been very expressive of the shock I felt bc of how quickly Spencer was to apologize again. “Fuck I’m sorry, I-uh I should go.” He scrambled to grab his bag and reach for the door, so reaching for his hand, I spoke “Wait Spence, no”

He quickly turned to look at me, eyebrows furrowed slightly. Without further explanation I pulled my keys from the ignition and got out of the car, knowing Spencer would follow me. We made the quick walk down the street to my apartment complex, Spencer rambling the entire time, confused by what was happening. “Y/n I really am sorry, I-I am also a little bit confused so if you could just explai-” His rambling continued all the way until we were inside my apartment. After unlocking the door I quickly turned, pulling him inside before closing the door and pressing him against it. “Is this okay” I mumbled quickly, as soon as he nodded I pressed my lips to his.

Spencer practically melted into me, dropping his bag to the ground to grab the side of my face. I could tell his hands were scared to move anywhere else, so I let my hands travel first, moving from his shoulders to behind his neck, softly tugging at the hair. In response he pressed his lips harder against mine, groaning into me as my fingers continued playing in the roots of his hair. I allowed my lips to travel down his jaw, causing Spencer to whimper and let his head fall back. My hands shifted from his hair, trailing to the buttons on his shirt. One by one the buttons were undone, leaving his shirt open, hanging on his shoulders.

Removing myself from his embrace I took his hand; leading him to my bedroom, taking a seat on the bed with my back pressed against the headboard. In times like this I envied Spencer for his eidetic memory. I want to remember the way he looks forever; hair messy, lips pink from the blood rushing to them, cheeks flushed, small pink marks decorating his jaw and neck. His shirt hung loosely around his defined shoulders, chest bared and aching to be marked, the only clothes that hid him from my gaze was his slacks, now strained tight against his crotch “Come here angel, sit in front of me.” I beckoned, patting the space between my legs. “Y-yes ma’am” His voice faltering, breath catching in his throat.

Now with his back against my chest, I softly pressed my lips to his ear “Show me how you touched yourself thinking of me” I mumbled, scattering kisses across his neck and shoulders. He obliged, moving his hand to grope himself. “Y-Y/N please” I could feel him panting, unintelligible pleading for me to put my hands on him. I gave him the relief he was seeking, sliding my hands down his chest, stopping on his lower abdomen, tracing little shapes onto the skin. His stomach clenched under my touch. “Go ahead sweetheart, touch yourself” I cooed.

Spencer’s hands shook as they reached for his belt, pulling it off, then moving on to the button, I decided to help him unbutton his pants and pull the slacks from his legs, pulling underwear down with them. My mouth watered looking over his shoulder, taking in the sight of him “Such a greedy boy” I cooed, letting my hands rest at his thighs while I spoke. “Keeping all this from me.” I could he his jagged breath, chest heaving as he gripped himself and processed my words.

“I-I’m sorry ma’am. I d-didn’t know would want me” Spencer whimpered, each word chipping a piece at my heart. I stroked his skin, moving one hand up to his chin, tilting his head slightly so I could press my lips to his, silently telling him that I wanted him just as bad as he wanted me. He chased my lips as I pulled away.

“So tell me.. Doctor, when you get off thinking of me, what do you think about” I let my fingers trace up and down his thighs; watching him stroke himself and let out the most pathetic, whiny moan I’ve heard in my life as his head fell back against my shoulder.

“I-I think about you, and h-how pretty you are. I think about your lips- Oh god- t-they’re so glossy and soft and I think about feeling t-them wrapped around me.” He whined. One of my hands moved to grab his wrist, leading his free hand to my mouth, taking two of his digits between my lips, sucking his fingers. His slow movements of pumping himself began to quicken, his breath stuttering. “F-fuck please Y/N p-please touch me. Oh my god”

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I’m so excited for you guys to read the full story!!! I hope you liked the sneak peak and if there’s any other requests you have, feel free to dm me or inbox me so I can add them to my list of blurbs/one shots to write!!! xoxo. Follow for more cm/mgg smut/content ~ Mars aka perv hotch <33

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Un(holy) Trinity

Pairing: Dabi x Fem!Reader x Shigaraki

Content: 18+ dubcon/noncon, threesome, manhandling, rough sex, corruption, degradation, humiliation, breathplay, stepcest, breeding, blasphemy and sacrilege, elements of mindbreak and god complex (?) 

Word count: 4.1k

Notes: my first threesome and idk how to feel about it but here it is! If it’s bad I can blame it on the fact that I just had my wisdom teeth extracted and am currently in a world of pain :) also i’m on bedrest and incredibly bored so if anyone has requests or thirsts or just wants to chat... yeah

also if this banner is shit i’m sorry i rushed and made it on my phone cause i just rly wanted to to post

This is part 2 to my other fic Love Thy Brother which you can read here 

Now the serpent was more cunning than any beast of the field which the LORD God had made. And he said to the woman, “Has God indeed said, ‘You shall not eat of every tree of the garden’?” - Genesis 3:1

Twelve days.

Twelve days since you lost your virginity.

Twelve days since you lost your virginity to your step-brother, no less. 

The night that it happened, you lay awake in your bed dreading the aftermath of the horrific incident. How could you face him again? How could you face your family? How could you face God? 

You were too cowardly to face the rest of your household. The Todoroki family welcomed you into their home only for you betray them by sleeping with Touya. Ever since you were little, your mother would say she had a sort of sixth sense that meant God would always tell her when you’d been up to mischief. It sounds silly but there was no explanation for how she would always catch out in lie or know things that you never told her. You feared she would take one look at you and know the sin you committed. And so you chose to make yourself scarce, taking extra shifts at work and choosing to study at the campus library rather than at home. Your siblings seemed to notice how busy you suddenly were, often remarking how they missed you around the house. That just made you feel more ashamed. 

As for God, you felt like you needed to do whatever necessary to prove your faith. You wanted Him to know the extent of your shame and remorse. You were weak in spirit, making you an easy target for someone as devious as Touya. You prayed and begged for forgiveness until your knees hurt but no matter what you did, the guilt was inescapable. You realized it was because, irrespective of the regret and remorse you felt, you couldn’t deny that you enjoyed what happened. You liked the way Dabi made you feel and you hated yourself for it. But no matter how much you liked it, something like that could never happen again. As penance, you banned yourself from bringing your hands anywhere near your groin. After all that temptation is what brought you to this point in the first place. But the thread of your self-control is thin and withered so at night when you’re certain everyone is asleep, you’re humping your pillow like an animal and biting down on your lip trying to keep from moaning his name. At least you weren’t touching right? 

Dabi, by some God-given miracle, made himself scarce as well. It wasn’t uncommon for the noirette to disappear for days at a time doing heaven knows what only to arrive back at home like nothing happened; so no one really questioned his absence. Perhaps he  felt the same way you did and was avoiding facing you and the other Todorokis.

Yeah right. 

Shame? Todoroki Touya doesn’t know the meaning of the word. 

In any case, you had become used to a Dabi-less house and so lulled into a false sense of safety, slowly but surely reverting back to normal. That’s why as you make your way downstairs, prepared to go to your church, the sound of gunfire and explosions from the living room doesn’t alarm you. Probably Natsuo or Shouto playing one of their video games, you thought. But when you get to the bottom of the stairs you’re met with unmistakable dark locks. Not just him. The back of another person’s head, one with pale blue, shoulder length hair. Before you can stop yourself, you let out a gasp. Neither of them react, seemingly too focused on their game. You don’t waste any time feeling relieved, choosing instead to make a silent escape. 

You could only dream of being so lucky. 

“Oi!” Your step-brother calls without turning around. He hasn’t seen you, you think. If you move quickly you can still get out of this. “I know you heard me, brat. Get over here before I drag you over here.” He still doesn’t bother to turn around but the sharpness in his tone lets you know that you’d be smart to listen. You take a second to steel your nerves and make your way over to the couch, trying your best to look as intimidating as possible. You scowl at both men but they are so engrossed in their video game, they don’t even acknowledge that you’re standing right there. “Aren’t you gonna say hi? We have company.” 

We?

The company in question is Shigaraki Tomura. He’s been to the house before although he’s never even so much as glanced in your direction, too busy with his phone or playing games with Dabi. Despite your hard expression you can only manage a meek “Hello Shigaraki.” 

He responds by finally looking at you, with a sleazy grin, a pair of crimson eyes, surrounded by creases meet your own. “Sup.” 

Beer cans litter the coffee table, one of them being turned into a makeshift ashtray while both have smouldering cigarettes perched between their lips. “You’re not supposed to smoke in the house.” 

“You’re not supposed to smoke in the house.” Dabi mocks you with a nasal voice. 

You simply roll your eyes, not interested in continuing this interaction any further.  “Whatever. I’m leaving now.” You state with as much firmness as you can muster. You spin on your heels but are kept in place by long, slender digits wrapped around your wrist. 

“Where are you off to anyways?” The game paused, both boys now looking at you. 

Out of habit, you answer truthfully. “Bible study.” 

Shigaraki and Dabi burst into raucous laughter. 

You should have lied. 

“Nah you’re gonna hang out with me and Shigaraki for a bit.” 

“Dabi, I have to leave.”

“You don’t have to do anything except what I tell you and I’m telling you to sit.” 

Before you can protest you’re being hauled on to the couch, squeezed between the two of them. 

“Nice necklace.” Tomura snorts, hand reaching out to grab at your crucifix but you swat it away. His gaze is unnerving. It makes you wonder if- no. He promised he wouldn’t. 

Just like that, their game is resumed, as if you were never there. A few rounds pass, no words exchanged between either of them, only curses muttered under their breath. “Dabi, can I please go. I’m bored.” 

Wrong choice of words. 

“You hear that Tomura? The princess is bored.” His fingers are still moving rapidly over his controller. 

“Really now? Come on then Todoroki, let’s show her a good time. I’ve seen how she likes to have fun.” 

His comment on your necklace suddenly makes sense, but you still can’t believe it. “You didn’t…” you whip your head back to look at Dabi. 

”Sorry doll, you made your Nii-san so proud, I just had to show you off.” Dabi smiles shamelessly, lighting himself another cigarette. 

“You’re fucking sick Touya.” Tomura says, however his tone is not one of disgust but rather of admiration. 

“You promised...” Your voice breaks. You’re humiliated beyond belief. 

Both of them laugh at you again, discarding their controllers. “Told you, it’s adorable how stupid she is.” Dabi remarks to his friend, as if you’re not sitting right next to them. 

You try to force your way off the couch but get pulled into Dabi’s lap, one of his arms hooking around both of yours, securing them behind your back. You squirm in his arms but he stills you with a hard slap on your inner thigh. “Be good okay? Don’t embarrass me.” He nuzzles into your neck. 

Shigaraki flips up your dress exposing your white lace panties. He runs his thumb up and down your clothed slit, he fabric slowly becoming even more transparent. One severe jerk to the top of your dress and the straps are torn clean off, revealing the matching bra. “Yo, Touya. I thought she was a good girl.”

Dabi peers over your shoulder to get look. “Who’s all this for babe? You screwing the preacher or something? Or were you hoping I’d do something like this?” He tugs down your bra until your breasts are spilling over the top of it.

“Dabi…” Your choke on your plea when he sinks his teeth into your neck. He bites down so hard you’re positive he’s left a mark.

“Who?” 

“T-Touya-nii.” You whimper. 

���Better.” 

Your destroyed dress is discarded somewhere across the room and you find yourself on your hands and knees with Shigaraki kneeling on the couch in front of you and Dabi behind you. 

“Go easy on her alright Tomura. It’s her first time sucking cock.” He chuckles. 

Your eyes go wide. “Wait...” you mewl but neither pay you any mind.

“And you.” Dabi yanks a fistful of your hair. “No teeth. No puke. Or I’ll let my boy ream your little ass as punishment.”

“Yeah. What he said.” Shigaraki mutters, pulling his semi out of his sweatpants, rubbing his tip against your lips. His is not as scary as your step-brother’s but him staring down at you like this, makes him seem every bit as intimidating. 

Pre-cum dribbles from the swollen tip. You’re not entirely sure you want that in your mouth but you’re also not sure if you have a choice so you open up hesitantly. 

Dabi’s right. It is your first time doing something like this. You don’t know what you’re supposed to do but as it turns out you don’t have to do much, not with the way Shigaraki starts thrusting his quickly hardening member into your mouth.

“Move your tongue slut.” The man in front of you grunts. You do your best despite the heavy intrusion to obey his command, moving from side to side, swirling around the head when he pulls out of your mouth. He looks down at you with cruel vermillion eyes, panting as he strokes himself in front of you, spreading your saliva across his shaft before sliding deep into your mouth again.

Behind you, Dabi spreads apart your cheeks, squeezing the flesh in his calloused hands. “Remember what I said. Be good and I’ll give you a reward.” He pulls your panties to the side and lets out a whistle at the sight of your dripping slit. “She’s enjoying it. Make her take it deeper.”

You can’t possibly fathom how much deeper he can go when his head is already nudging at your tonsils. You try to swallow the saliva building up in your mouth, making your cheeks hollow out around Shigaraki’s shaft. Seems like that was the right thing to do as his hand flies to the back of your head. “Shit. Shit. So good.”

Dabi’s breath wafts over your pussy. He spreads your lips apart and you feel his hot tongue lick up the juices leaking from your hole. You squeal around Tomura’s dick. You want to pull off but his spindly fingers hold your head in place.

“Told you angel. Good little sisters get rewards.” With that he takes your clit between his lips and suckles on it gently while one of his fingers circles your entrance. Knuckle by knuckle he slides into you, making you keen. You arch your back trying to shift your hips backwards against his hand, silently urging him to find that special spot he showed you last time. He establishes a loose rhythm. Hot wet muscle and cold metal of his piercing circles the sensitive bundle of nerves, before applying suction while his fingers work you open.

The sensation is overwhelming, a form of heavenly torture and your thighs quiver barely able to hold you up while you use your last bit of mental strength to focus on suppressing your gags. That mental strength all but evaporates when the digits inside you graze that rough patch embedded in your walls. It’s so pleasurable your reflex is to run from his fingers. Luckily for Shigaraki, that means you move forward, taking him further into your mouth.

“This where you want me? This your spot, angel?” Dabi taunts you. Shigaraki holds you in place while two of your step-brother’s fingers drill your cunt, hitting that spot over and over again. Garbled moans and cries leave your mouth and reverberate around Tomura’s cock, proving to be too much for him ultimately. 

“Shit Stop!” Don’t wanna come yet.” He pulls out your mouth so that a string of your drool drips down to your breasts.

“God! Touya-nii!” You sputter out.

“Still with the God shit?” He uses your hair to force you to look at him, neck twisted at an awkward, uncomfortable angle. “God ever make you feel this good?” His fingers thrust into you harder. Your whole body feels like it’s on fire.

“Ngghh-N-no –oh! Oh!” is your incoherent answer.

Dabi forces you back down, shoving you face first into the cushions. “See? Fuck him. Give up on god. Give up on everyone except your big brother cause no one else can make you feel this good.”

You’re so pathetic. The way you’re rocking yourself in unison with the motions of his hands. The way your tongue hangs out of your mouth, impeding any sort of intelligible verbal response. The way you’re mindlessly nodding along to whatever filth is coming out of Dabi’s mouth.

“C’mon Touya. Turn her around. Wanna try out that sweet pussy you’ve been bragging about.” You’re reminded that you aren’t alone. No, your brother’s best friend is right there to witness exactly how pathetic you are.

“Yeah in a minute. I’m still having my fun.” Dabi answers, face pressed against your mons before working you with his mouth once again.  

“Man! Come on!” Tomura whines.

 “I said in a minute.  Not my fault you can’t last.”

It’s amazing how they can bicker like this right now, as if you aren’t on your hands and knees for them, gummy walls still pulsing around his fingers. However, it’s not long before Dabi’s focus is back on you taking you to the brink of orgasm. He slows his fingers, keeping you balanced on that razor thin edge. “Should I make you cum angel?” His voice is dripping with fake concern. “Dunno… what’s in it for me?”

“Anything! Touya-nii please!”

“Anything? You gonna obey me? Do whatever I say like a good little angel? You gonna worship me?” You can’t tell if he’s being serious or if he’s mocking you.

Probably the latter. And you deserve it too.

Your faith was the thing you deemed more important than anything and anyone else but Dabi, all too easily, convinced you to disregard that. Made you lose all sense and give into lust by showing you mindblowing pleasure, only magnified by your awareness of how deeply sinful this all was. That’s the extent of the power he has over you. The story of Adam and Eve is one you know forwards and backwards and yet you were so easily tempted forbidden fruit and left completely corrupted.  Yeah, he’s definitely mocking you.

“Any- fuck- anything” You’re wiggling your ass, goading Dabi into finishing you off

“Cum in my mouth. Angel, give it to me” That’s the final straw. You explode around his fingers. Despite your walls, clamping around him, he manages to piston into you, hitting that squishy spot with astounding accuracy. His unyielding stimulation makes it feel as though the high won’t end. You’re not sure if that’s a good thing or a bad thing.

Eventually, it does end though, his fingers drag out against the pull of your swollen pussy. He licks you clean making sure he gets every last drop of your cum, both inside and out, on his tongue. The ball of his piercing catches onto your rim making you yelp. He soothes the sting with gentle laps of his tongue.

“Tastes so sweet angel. So sweet knowing I’m the only one to ever fuck this pretty pussy.” He snickers before adding “So far.”

“Yeah, can I fuck her now?” Tomura was turned on before but seeing the way you fell apart at the hands of your brother? His minimal patience has run out. All he can think of now is being inside you.

 “You heard him babe. Turn around.” He spanks your ass. You try to turn around but thanks to your shaky legs you nearly fall off the couch. Dabi catches you before that happens and he dutifully sets you up on all fours, held up by quivering limbs. You hear heavy breathing from behind you as Shigaraki taps his head against your puffy clit while you twitch in place.

“She wants this so bad. Had no idea your Christian little sister was such a whore.” Shigaraki mutters. He holds you still as he buries himself in you, breathing becoming more erratic with every inch until his hip bones are digging into your soft flesh. He’s so deep. You feel so full. You squeeze shut your eyelids, savouring the stretch. 

Calloused fingers press into your jaw, making your eyes shoot open. “Pretty angel, did you forget about me?” Dabi looms over you, making a show of spitting in his palm and using it to stroke himself. He slips his thumb into your mouth, pad pressing down on the plush pillow of your tongue. “Gonna stuff you nice ‘n full angel.” All you can do is blink up at him with teary eyes, pupils blown wide with desire. 

Shigaraki begins thrusting into you, hips moving at a brutal pace. Dabi isn’t far behind him, replacing his thumb with his cock and you don’t waste time waiting for him to tell you what to do. You close your lips around his shaft, engulfing him in the wet heat of your mouth.

Unlike his friend, Dabi starts off slow. His piercings drag across your tongue and you taste metal and the salt of his pre-cum. It takes some time for you to get used to taking him in your mouth, the jewellery an added obstacle. 

You feel so full. 

Shigaraki is bottoming out with every thrust, it’s so lewd the way it makes you squelch around him. Dabi’s shaft is rubbing your throat raw and still, you make an effort to take him deeper. He keeps one hand on the back of your head while he fucks you mouth.

He looks so ethereal, so euphoric, letting out little moans and whispered expletives. The sounds he makes are divine, so heavily contrasted by everything you know about him. It leaves you star struck. He recognizes the adoration in your eyes and responds in kind with a cocky smirk. He remembers how you looked at him when you first met. Disdain and judgment. Now you look at him like he’s your only salvation. 

It’s sad actually. How you’re so desperate for someone to tell you how to live. And what a sweet, adoring little follower you are. Wasted on religion if you ask him. So soft and pliant, perfect for your big brother to mould and corrupt into his personal fuckangel. 

“Angel, Nii-san’s gonna fill you up. And you’re gonna take it yeah?”

Your whole life you aspired to this holy standard of perfection in the hopes of escaping eternal damnation. But you’re beyond absolution now.

“All of it down your throat.”

It’s okay though.

If heaven doesn’t feel like this, you’re not sure it’s worth all the effort to get there. 

He holds your necklace behind you like a leash, twisting it around his fingers. Between the way he’s basically strangling you and the way your swallowing muscles contract around his cock means that you’re not getting much air into your lungs. Your head is spinning, from being both oxygen deprived and cock drunk.

“Your God doesn’t want you anymore.” The clasp snaps and he dangles the charm in front of your face. The mould of Christ nailed to the cross taunts you.  What was once a symbol of divine love and God’s boundless forgiveness and sacrifice is just a reminder of how far you’ve fallen into depravity, creaming around Shigaraki’s cock as he ruins your cunt while your Nii-san claims your throat “You’re filthy.” Touya sneers at you as he holds himself in your throat, watching you cry and choke around him. “Dirty fuckin angel.” He grunts as he floods your mouth with the taste of his cum. It’s not exactly pleasant but you try to swallow it all down. There’s just so much. That means he’s pleased with you right? You want him to be pleased. Good girls get rewards he said 

“It’s okay.” He muses as he pulls out of your mouth. “You have me. I’m better than God and I Iove you when you’re nasty like this.” He empathizes his point by dragging his wet, softening cock across your face. “Nii-sans perfect little angel.”

It’s so pitiful how the small praise makes your heart bloom and makes your hole flutter.

You’re coughing up Touya’s cum while your body shakes with Shigaraki’s thrusts.

“What about me hm? I’m fucking you. What? You don’t like it?” Tomura’s going harder now, determined to get his fair share of your attention.

“Shig-Shigaraki – shit. Slow down!”

You’re ignored by both of them once again. If anything, Shigaraki starts fucking you harder

.”Yo’ dustpot. You better pull out. That hole still belongs to me.”

The warning falls on deaf ears, Tomura is too far gone. “So warm, she’s squeezin’ me. Fuck. Fuck.’’ No thoughts, just your tight cunt.

“Gonna do whatever I tell you?” Dabi’s talking to you now, cerulean eyes boring into yours.

You nod still staring at him with absolute devotion.

“Touya-nii’s will be done? Huh? Has a nice ring to it.”

When you don’t respond he grabs you by your cheeks forming an open mouthed pout. “Say it.”

“Touya-nii’shhh will be done.” The words come out distorted but he’s satisfied

“Oh yeah? Then be good angel slut and come on his cock for me.”  

You’re pushed over the edge, coming for the second time. Your walls clamp down around him as you sob out both their names in the form of incoherent babbling. It hits you as hard as the first one. You’re so caught up in your high you barely register the vice grip on your hips, the frantic humping against your ass. “Tight. Fuckin tight! Gotta breed! Breed this fucking hole.”

His hot, sticky cum floods your walls with, your throbbing cunt milking him for everything he’s got. He ruts against you a couple more times before removing himself completely.

You hear the familiar click of a camera. He’s sorry (not really) but the sight of your fucked out hole leaking globs of your cream and his cum was too hot for Shigaraki to not add to his spankbank. 

“Thanks for that little sis.” Dabi is resting on the couch, head thrown back smoking a cigarette.

“Yeah thanks sweetness.”  Both men, tuck themselves back into their pants

Everything feels so surreal. You cautiously move you hand between your thighs. Feeling your sore abused cunt in an attempt to grasp the reality of what happened.

Wait a minute. 

It’s too much, that too sticky to be just your arousal down there. The more you squeeze, contracting your pelvic floor, the more it seems to seep out of you. 

“You… You came inside.” You murmur as your eyes well up with tears. Whatever daze you were in seems to be broken by this revelation. Instead it’s replaced by fear of what the consequences of this might be. 

Dabi smacks his friend upside the head. “You fuckin’ dumbass. I told you not to.”

Judging by his grin, Shigaraki doesn’t register the insult. He’s too busy basking in the afterglow. “Aw, don’t cry babe. You were gripping me so tight, I thought you wanted it. ‘S’okay, your Nii-san will get you a plan B”

“Fuck no. That’s your jizz inside her.” He scowls, eyes focused on the cum that’s leaking out of your spent pussy.

“C’mon Dabi don’t be like that. I’m broke right now.” Shigaraki pleads.

Touya huffs and rolls his eyes.  “You can get yourself a morning after pill right? Tomura will pay you back.”

“Yeah babe. I promise.” He gives you a dopey smile.

It doesn’t take a genius to figure out he’s lying. Yeah, you know better now. You just nod as you pull up your panties, cringing at the sticky, wet sensation against your cunt.

 “Me and Tomura are heading out. Make sure you clean all this up before anyone gets home.”

“B-but Touya-nii-“ you snivel.

“No buts. Clean up or you won’t be sitting comfy for a week. Are we clear?”

“Yes Touya-nii.” You reply defeated.

“And do it properly. Fuyumi has 3 brothers, she knows what a cumstain looks like and I don’t wanna have to do any explaining to her.”

You only nod, trying (and failing) to blink away tears.

Dabi rewards you with a chaste kiss to your cheek. “Best little sister in the world.” And he leaves you with that.

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So Wrong It's Right

Sequel: What's Wrong is Right

Warning: dark!Peter Parker x reader, DUB-CON, manipulation, age gap, drinking

PLEASE READ MY WARNING BEFORE CONTINUING. I am not responsible for your media consumption. Any and all negativity will be blocked.

Word Count: 5.4k

Summary: You're an old troubled friend of May's. Your life consists of being a workaholic, a party animal, and bringing home the shittest of guys for a one-hit-wonder. Just when you get your life in order, you're knocked right back into your old habits. Peter has watched you suffer long enough. He can make it all better.

Your life was far from where you thought you would be. It was sad to say, but you were anything but a role model. Yet May still tolerated you, regardless of Peter. Maybe she used you as an example to show Peter what not to be or maybe she was just too good of a friend to leave you on your own. To say the least, your life was a mess but you could not be more grateful to have a friend like May.

"Peter, go get me a wet rag, please," May spoke quietly. Peter left your side once he helped May get you over to the couch. You were beyond the limits that someone should be drunk.

You were in a fit of hiccups, giggling to yourself as May bent down to take off your heels. You had far too many drinks, that much was clear.

"Maaay, you.." you hiccupped, "are suuuch a good.." you hiccupped again, "friend."

May shook her head with a sigh, taking in the drunken sight of you. She was not sure how you managed to let yourself get this far gone, but every time you would drink, this is how you ended up. Either you had zero limits or you loved to push the limits you did have.

"Pet-" May started to call over her shoulder, but Peter was already hurrying in the room with his hands full.

"I'm here, Aunt May." Peter reminded and she watched as Peter sat the trash can nearby the couch. He then placed the bottle of water on the table with some medicine for the headache he knew would come with your awake in the morning. He kneeled down beside you on the couch, pressing the rag to your forehead.

May only smiled to herself as she pulled the blanket from its spot on the back of the couch and pulled it over your figure. She didn't say anymore. Peter had seen his Aunt May take care of you many nights when you were so shit-faced it was a wonder you could still see faces.

Your head was propped up against a pillow on the couch as Peter wiped your forehead with the cool rag. Your skin was burning up. Peter could not help but wonder how you let yourself get like this. You were quite a few years younger than May, but it amazed him how different the two of you were to be the best of friends.

You were fast asleep in no time, making Peter smile as his eyes gazed over your face. He had always thought you were so beautiful. Too precious to be taken advantage of by the guys you went after. He witnessed many nights when you had told Aunt May about a new guy you had hooked up with. Everyone knew it was nothing more than a one-night stand, but Peter could not help but hate any guys that touched you only for only their benefit.

It was not until you had eventually settled down with a guy you had met from one of your nightstands that you finally stopped ending up on May's couch. You had moved on with your life, still keeping in contact with May every now and then. You were happy. Not just the sex but he was truly seemed like a guy you could see yourself spending forever with.

You had stopped drinking. You had stopped going out to parties. After the first year, you had moved into the city and got an apartment together. Another year later, you guys were engaged and everything seemed to fall into place. After 3 years, the wedding was right around the corner.

Your world moved at a quicker pace now considering all the things you needed to get done before the wedding. In between work and house chores, you were planning for your big day.

As time went by, you were so wrapped up in your own little world you did not notice the slow-burning flame in your partner slowly being put out. While your plans had been coming together, your relationship was falling apart. You had for the most part ignored all the signs and assumed he was having a bad day. It amazed you how many he was having. When you would try to talk to him, it seemed useless since you could never get him to talk about it. In reality, it all brewed into something bigger. It all hit you like a ton of bricks.

You had been working later hours than usual for extra money. It wasn't cheap, but you had told yourself it was okay to want the things you wanted. After all, this was going to be your first and hopefully wedding. You wanted everything to be perfect. You even tried to get opinions from your fiance to include his vision of it, but he insisted you were better at this sort of thing. You couldn't argue with that.

You wrapped up your work at the office fairly early so you decided to call it a night and surprise your fiance. You felt like everything was on track. One night worry-free was much needed. You had earned it.

You pushed open the front door to your apartment before walking through the living room into the kitchen. You sit your keys on the counter, placing your bag on the stool by the counter. You peered around the apartment for a moment. All the lights were off and it was quiet. Had he already gone to bed? You checked the time.

7:13pm

You were surprised you did not hear his game or at least him yelling at it. You started down the hallway to the bedroom you shared, staring at the closed door. Why was it closed when it was just him? You shook the thought a little too soon. Maybe if you had just thought a little longer, you would have prepared yourself for what was on the other side.

You pushed the door open just a little to see inside when you heard a faint moan from the other side. Your heart stopped. You stood in shock taking in the sight of the man you were in love with hovered over another girl in your bed under your covers. Your face was hot in embarrassment, anger. You were feeling so many things right now you could not think straight. You were hurt.

"Are you serious??" You blurted out, causing them both to jump to try and cover themselves.

"You're sick, Chris." She shoved his chest, pushing him off of her as she quickly got out of the bed. "He told me you guys were no longer together."

She scowled as she hurried to gather her clothes off the floor and pulling them on. If it were even possible, your eyes could have burned holes through the girl. You were in disbelief. Your jaw would have already been on the floor if it wasn't connected to your face.

"I'm so sorry." She mumbled, embarrassed as she hurried past you out of your apartment.

You were left to deal with Chris. You starred at him with tears kissing your eyes.

"I-"

You took a deep breath, shaking your head. "Don't."

"I can explain." He started to get out of the bed to dress.

"There's nothing to explain, Chris." You stared at him, trying to restrain yourself from coming across the room and punching him in the face for acting like an explanation could even justify his actions.

"She meant nothing to me." He started to walk over to you.

“You told her we weren’t together. How is that nothing?”

“It felt like we weren’t. You were so busy.” He tried to touch your arm but you shoved his hand away.

"Don't you dare think about touching me when you were just touching another woman." You looked at him with dark eyes, struggling to fight back the cry. He wasn't worth your tears. "I want you to get out."

"Get out?! Where am I gonna go?"

"I don't know." You shrugged your shoulders. "Maybe you could have thought that through."

He frowned, running his fingers through his hair frustrated. "It doesn't have to be like this. Can't we just talk this out?"

"No!" You shouted at him, making his eyes grow wide. You could tell he wasn't telling this as seriously as you. "I don't want to look at you right now." You turn to leave the room, but he grabs your arms to turn you to face him.

"Please. Look, I can- I can stay on the couch tonight. I'll give you your space and when you're ready we can talk about it. I was wrong for that. I fucked up and I'm sorry." You yanked yourself from his hold.

"You can give me space by leaving. Pack yourself a bag and go."

"I love you, Y/n. I never meant to hurt you."

You shook your head as your eyes wandered over the bed to where they once were before meeting his eyes. "You mean you never meant to get caught."

He sighed before hanging his head in defeat and walking by you to gather up some of his things. You didn't move from your spot. Only stared at the mess of a bed. The place you made love to him while he made love to another. You listened to the front door close behind him on his way out before you finally covered your face, letting the tears fall.

For days, weeks, all you could seem to do was feel sorry for yourself. You couldn't find the strength to get out of bed. No matter how many calls you received, you let them ring through to voicemail. Everything you had felt for him was in ruins. You changed for him. You let yourself grow for him and even that wasn't enough. After all the time you spent picking up after him, cooking, cleaning, planning, staying loyal for crying out loud. You didn't know what else he could of you.

You had called off the wedding in the time you stayed closed up in your apartment. Even took some time off of work to handle it all. You took that time to gather every piece of him scattered around the apartment and packed it up. You wanted to end this as painless as possible aside from the pain you were already feeling. You had thrown away the sheets and replaced them, even get a new comforter and it still didn't feel the same anymore to lay in your bed. You stared at your phone beside you as it lit up for what felt like the hundredth time. You finally sighed, lifting the phone. You knew without even looking at the name it was from him.

You canceled the wedding? It doesn't have to be like this. I still love you, Y/n. You were so busy with work and all the planning. You abandon me. Whenever I wanted your attention, you were always too tired to pay any attention to me.

It's like the girl I fell in love with was gone. Some time ago, you couldn’t keep your hands off of me now it’s like I have to beg you to touch me.

You're being selfish.

You can't be THAT mad, Y/n. I’m a man. I have needs. You were busy and she was willing to help. We can fix this. Don’t give up 3 years. Don’t give up on me.

There were loads more, but you could not care to bother reading the rest. You tossed your phone back down on the bed, rubbing your hands over your face. You didn't owe him anything, not even a response. The girl he was talking about was not gone. She was only on hold to plan a wedding by herself and it was more stressful than he knew. You wanted to forget everything that had happened. You wanted to forget you wasted 3 years of your life planning on growing old with this man.

--

You weren't sure how you had got this far and with that being said, May wasn't either. You had talked May into joining you to a night out at a club. She needed a night to herself and you needed a break from everything. Along with that, if you had stayed inside that house a moment longer, you might have gone insane.

"You're going to be hammered if you keep on like that." May reminded with a laugh, both of you clinging onto the bar and each other for the extra support. You thanked the bartender as he pushed your last round of shot glasses in front of the two of you.

You smiled, passing a glass to May before keeping one for yourself.

"We can only hope." You winked at the bartender who only chuckled before clinking your shot glass with hers and downing your shot.

Your throat was already numb from all the alcohol you had already numbed it with. May wasn't far behind you. You took your final shot, grinning and pulling May along with you to the dancefloor to get lost in the sea of people. You threw your arms around May's, moving your hips as you both danced to the music.

This was the therapy you needed. Sometimes you had longed for nights like this. You had freedom. You had no worries, aside from worrying who you might wake up beside. But you had fallen in love and even though you had grown up, you had not nearly grown out of this lifestyle. It was all too familiar.

"Hey! I'm going to the bathroom! I'll be back!" May moved closer to you, raising her voice to be heard over the loud music. You nodded, watching her pushing her way through the crowd of people to get to the ladies' bathroom before easing yourself back into your dancing.

You swayed, grinding your hips with the rest of the crowd. You weren't the slightest bit bothered to be dancing by yourself. You used to lose yourself on the dancefloor for hours days after days years ago.

"I've missed this." You heard a familiar voice speak from behind you, startling you when their hands landed on your hips with your sway. They pulled you back against them, catching you off guard. "I've missed you." He mumbled in your ear, sending chills down your spine.

You peaked over your shoulder to make sure your mind was not playing tricks on you. It wasn't. You prayed it was an old one-night stand, but of course, it was the one person you were trying to get away from.

"It doesn't work like that, Chris." You dropped your hands down to his on your hips, trying to push them off your hips but they only hold you tighter. "Get- get off of me." You gritted through your teeth as your eyes glared at him. "Get off!" You raised your voice.

"Now, now, let's not cause a scene. You've had quite a bit to drink haven't you?" He wrapped your arms around your figure, making your blood run cold as his body pressed to yours.

"That's none of your business."

"I'm your fiance. You are my business."

"Ex." You corrected him. His nose flared slightly.

"You really want to go there? You're nothing without me. You're shit-faced in the middle of the club and you can't even accept my help?" He growled and you pushed on his arms.

"I don't need your help."

"You're drunk. You don't know what you need." He spat.

The sound of someone clearing their throat interrupted your argument. "I think I've got it from here." You looked up to put a face to the voice, your eyes widening slightly.

"And you are?" Chris didn't budge while staring down Peter as if challenging him.

Peter was reaching his hand out for yours. "Her boyfriend." You stared up at Peter in shock at how much he had changed over the years and he smiled reassuringly.

Chris stiffed slightly and you could feel his eyes burning a hole into you. "Is that true?"

You didn't take your eyes off of Peter, taking a hold of his hand and letting him pull you out of Chris's arms. "Yes." Your voice was hushed.

Chris scowled. "Wow. I wish you luck there, man. She's a real catch." He laughed, making you look down. You couldn't believe he was really trying to ruin your night when he had already ruined everything else.

Peter only snaked his arm around your waist, letting his hand settle on your hip while his eyes never left Chris's. "She certainly is." He agreed. He gave your body a warm squeeze, grabbing you closer into his embrace. "Now, if you'll excuse us."

With that, he guided you through the crowd off of the dance floor.

"You okay?" He finally broke the silence once he got you back to the bar, sitting you down on one of the stools.

You nodded, letting your eyes wander up to him as he motioned the bartender over. "I'm just curious as to why you're here right now. Aren't you supposed to be in college?"

He smiled as he pulled out his wallet to pay your tab and you grabbed his hand, shaking your head. "No, no. I can pay for my own."

"What if I insist?"

"You don't have to, honestly. I have money."

You started to reach into your purse for some cash but Peter covered your hand, giving you another reassuring smile.

"You'll have plenty of other times to pay. I'll get it this time." He reminded you and you sighed in defeat, giving him a playful scowl. He only grinned, proceeding to pull some cash from his wallet to give to the bartender.

"You didn't answer my question." You continued as he turned back to you.

"I'm still college. I just sometimes stay with Aunt May on the weekends."

"And you just so happened to be here?"

Peter chuckled, pointing in May's direction as she stumbled over her feet returning back to the two of us. "Aunt May called."

You raised your eyebrow, looking over at May as she stood beside you now. "You called Peter?"

"Someone has to get you back home." She reminded you and you hit her arm slightly, tilting your head.

"May, I could have got a taxi or an uber. You didn't have to call him for me." You scowled at her and she shook her head in a tsking manner.

"No, no, no. I called Peter so I can rest assured you got home safely and not by some random stranger."

You rolled your eyes slightly and Peter butted in with an awkward chuckle. "I really don't mind. I don't consider this anything out of the way. I'd rather it be me than some stranger or someone." He noticed him giving the floor a swift scan around the three of you.

"Fine." You pouted your bottom lip slightly before rising from your seat at the bar. "You guys make me feel irresponsible or something." You grabbed a hold of May's arm and pulling her with you to the exit of the club while Peter followed behind the two of you.

"Are you coming?" You muttered over to May and she shook her head.

"Happy is here." Just as the words left her mouth when you started out the door, you spotted Happy parked in front of the building to pick up May. "Peter isn't too bad of a driver." You stopped in front of Happy's car.

"Oh goody, rest secured." You muttered and she laughed. Your arms looped around May's neck, hugging her tight. "I'm so glad to have you back. Message me when you get home." You told her and Happy a quick goodnight before letting her go.

Peter led you over to his car, unlocking the car and opening the passenger side for you. You settled comfortably in the front seat, leaning your head back against the headrest. You didn't like how it felt as if you couldn't take care of yourself, but you were in no position to complain when Peter Parker had yet again saved the day.

--

Peter glanced over at you in the passenger seat from time to time as he drove the distance to your apartment. He tried to keep the glances quick to keep you from noticing. You were just as beautiful as he remembered. It had been years since he had actually seen you, but you seemed like the Y/n he still remembered. Not that it was anything bad. He adored you then, and now a bit more.

He had always had the hots for you for as long as you remembered. Of course, you never minded when you ended up staying with him and Aunt May. You were always kind to Peter and he did his best to nurse you back to health to take on the hangover that awaited you the next morning.

He had never forgotten what you said to him one day while you were sick from the night before. You had been clinging onto the toilet and he had taken the opportunity to hold your hair back out of your face to keep from getting anything in it.

You sighed as he rubbed your back in soothing circles. You leaned against the toilet miserably. That was the day you learned to stay away from tequila.

"I hope I meet a guy at least half as amazing as you someday, Peter."

No doubt did the compliment find its way to his cheeks. He blushed a deep shade of red. He tried to restrain himself from making a big deal but it was a big deal to him. Though he knew he didn't stand a chance right now with his age, it meant if he had been of age, he had a chance. He thought about it even when you had stopped coming around so much. He knew this was all a coping method for you. You were hurting then and he could tell by the way you seemed toward the guy back there that there was more to that counter.

He noticed your shiver as you stared out the window. You mentally cursed yourself for wearing something this revealing. You rubbed your arms to try to warm yourself a little. Peter reached behind him in the back seat to retrieve a hoodie of his he always forgot in the car and handing it to you.

"Here." He offered before fumbling with the heat in the car. He smiled at your quiet thank you, putting your arms in the hoodie and pulling it close for warmth with putting it all the way on. He tried to control the big grin threatening to break across his face.

"I'm sorry you had to keep seeing me like this." You looked over at Peter as he kept his eyes on the road. He didn't realize how thankful you were for him in times like this. It was embarrassing how many times this had happened but you were still thankful Peter didn't think any less of you.

"You really don’t have to apologize.” He smiled at her before turning his attention back to the road.

“I really do though. I feel like you’ve taken care of me enough. I’m grown, you know? It should be the other way around.” You giggled and Peter glanced over at you.

“I’m 21.” He reminded you.

“And I’m pushing 30.”

“You’re 28. You’re still young.” He chuckled.

“Almost 29!” You huffed as he pulled into the parking lot to your apartment. “My point is- you know what my point is.”

He couldn’t help but laugh at your frustration. Your age didn’t matter to him. He could always settle for his MJ, his best friend, but seeing you tonight relit the flame to his crush for you. There was just something about you.

He parked the car in the parking lot, walking around to your side to open the door for you. You slid your arms out of his hoodie and leaving it in the seat as he helped you out of the car. You could feel the shots hitting you all at once when you stood. You stumbled out in your heels, grabbing onto Peter’s arms for support.

“Easy now.” He held onto your waist as he guided you to your apartment, asking for your keys. He took your keys when you dug them out of your pocket, letting you in your apartment.

You couldn’t help but notice all the little things he did for you. You kicked off your heels at the door, stumbling over your own two feet again as you wandered down the hallway to your bedroom. You could hear Peter in the kitchen getting you a bottle of water from the fridge along with some medicine from the medicine cabinet.

You sat on the bed when you hear his footsteps coming down the hallway toward the bedroom. You looked up at him, pouting your bottom lip out slightly when you saw him with a bottle of water and medicine for the headache to come.

He set them down on your nightstand, noticing your pout. “Hey, what’s wrong?”

“Peter, you’re seriously too good to me.” You sighed.

“How’s that?” He looked down at you as he towered over you.

You motioned over to the stuff he had placed on your nightstand and frowning. “All of this. You- you really didn’t have to do this for me.”

“You’re right I don’t. But I want to. I would want it done for me if I were ever in your shoes.”

You laughed slightly at the thought of Peter drunk and you smiled to yourself. “I would definitely be there anytime you needed me.”

You thought back to all the time you had ever been drunk, remembering all the time you woke up to water and medicine from him. Only from him. Even a trash can in case you were to ever get sick, but you never got that with Chris. You always took care of him, but no one ever took care of you. You shook your head with a frown. You had tried so hard to hold it together, but it felt like you were slowly falling apart. He wasn't worth your tears, yet he was always the cause of them.

He kneeled down in front of you, tilting your head up to meet his gaze. “Talk to me. Everything okay?”

You couldn’t stop the words from coming out. “Why am I never enough?”

His eyes widened at your words. “You are more than enough and anyone who doesn’t see that, who doesn’t appreciate you and the things you do for them doesn’t deserve you.” He corrected you, his thumb stroked over your jaw as he held your face to keep your attention.

You didn't know what to say. All you could do was stare. Your eyes scanned over his face before stopping at his lips. Don't. Don't you do it. You mentally told yourself. You couldn't control the effect the alcohol had on your mind and your actions. You tried to fight back the urge but the alcohol only pushed down the buriers you had built.

Your lips smashed against his firmly, catching him by surprise. He was frozen about your lips for a first, in shock, this was actually happening but he surely gave in the kiss. Your hands grabbed at the back of his neck and pulling him onto the bed with you without breaking the hungry desperate kiss. His body hovered over yours as your fingers curled against his shirt, gripping on it. You knew it was wrong. It was so wrong, but you couldn't bring yourself to stop.

Your smaller hands slid underneath his shirt, brushing your hands over his defined abs. He was sculpted by a God. He knew he should stop, but he couldn't find it in him to stop. He didn't want to miss his chance to prove himself to you. He wanted to take care of you.

Your lips parted for air even though you left like you could hardly catch your breath when his lips started to kiss down your neck. Your hands tugged on his shirt until you started to pull it up and over your head.

His hands pushed your tight dress up the curves of your body, tossing it beside the bed once he peeled it from your body. Your lips still tingled from the loss of his and you whined quietly, your hand grasped the curls at the nape of his neck to bring his lips back to yours.

He kissed your lips passionately and letting your lips mold together. He could taste the alcohol on your tongue but it didn't bother him any. He had dreamed of this moment since he was a teen. Your fingers worked desperately to undo his jeans, feeling his bulge already through his pants before your hands pushed his pants off of his hips along with your boxers.

You were so desperate. You couldn't stop the whine that escaped against his lips. "Peter, please..." His cock twitched at the sound of his name falling from your lips.

He dragged your panties down your legs swiftly, placing himself back between them when he spread them open again. He peppered light kisses to your lips as he dragged the tip of precum-coated tip through your folds, not wasting any time to give you what you wanted.

You cried out as you clung to Peter's bareback, feeling his cock stretching you in all the ways you craved. You moaned out, letting him swallow them in a kiss as his hips rolled into yours again and again. He sighed in pleasure against your lips as your walls invited him in. You were even better than he could have imagined.

He couldn't believe this was actually happening. His lips covered your body in his kisses, admiring every part of your body as it sang for him. This was nothing like what you used to. He pressed small kisses against your bottom lip, nibbling on it as your core ached with a building climax. Your legs wrapped around his hips, causing you to gasp at the deeper strokes.

Your head fell back against the pillows, a loud moan drawing from your parted lips. Your fingers held onto Peter's hair as he hit that spot over and over, making your eyes roll slightly. You needed so badly for him to stop, but you couldn't bring the words to the surface.

"Oh my god..." Your core tightened with every deep thrust. His cock touched parts of you no guy had ever. You had never felt a climax so fast or so strong. "Please don't stop..." You couldn't fight the words from coming out. Your grip tightened on his dark hair, feeling yourself falling apart with an orgasm with every thrust.

"You're so pretty when you cum." He couldn't stop even if he wanted to. He was not far behind you by the way your walls sucked him in, milking him for all he was worth.

"Do it again. I want to make you cum again." He groaned against your chest as his tongue dragged over your hardened nipple, flicking his tongue against it teasingly before letting out a groan against your warm skin. He didn't want it to stop. He didn't want it to end. "You feel so good, Y/n..."

His hand reached between the two of you, rolling his fingers over your clit in circles. You gripped onto his wrist at the overpowering feeling. You were soaked to the core. This man made you crumble.

"I-I'm gonna cum.." His voice cracked slightly as your walls clenched around him tight In your second orgasm, pushing him over the edge into his first. His cum filled you full, marking you as he pressed delicate kisses across your neck while praising you in the process. "So beautiful, so perfect."

Your eyes were heavy with exhaustion, smiling to yourself when Peter laid down on the bed behind you. He wrapped an arm around your body, pulling you back against his chest.

It only took a matter of seconds for sleep to claim you as Peter pulled a blanket over the both of you tiredly. It was only a matter of time before the morning came to rain on your parade. Bringing along the guilt and regret that followed.

#dark!peter parker #dark!peter x reader #dark!marvel #tom holland fan fic #peter parker x reader #peter parker x you #peter parker #dub con #peter parker one shot #dark!tom holland

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DAYDREAMING!AU || new reality

;request: rn i’m obsessed with your writing & the daydreaming!reader<33 but i also love angst so what would happen if she ended up getting really hurt protecting another student - hope that wasn’t too weird.. again, i love your writing !!

note: ahaha, i am glad that a lot of people enjoy my daydreaming!reader works; she is also one of my babies as well >< and originally i wasn't going to do this cause i had no idea on what to write - but i had managed to layout a rocky plan before i got some bursts of inspiration lol. ended up becoming too loud though ><” I am sorry for that~

pronouns: she/her

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“There is a chance that she will never wake up from this.”

Shoko gave the others in the room a concerned glance as she glanced up from her tablet, hating how silent it was besides the quiet beeping of the machines around the occupied bed. Laying in the bed was Y/N, a breathing tube carefully inserted into her mouth with the ventilator beside her being the only thing that’s keeping her oxygen levels normal. “The amount of damage she took was quite large. And even though she had managed to regulate quite a strong barrier of Curse Energy around her at all times, it wasn’t enough to brace her for the impact of her being slammed into the build.”

The mission shouldn’t have ended this way - the first and second year students were sent on a mission to deal with a few Finger Bearers that had appeared in the city due to the lack of sorcerers on duty at the time. They were under the care of a few First Grade sorcerers, all hand-picked by Yaga-sensei to ensure the safety of the kids.

However, things rarely go to plan in the jujutsu world.

Yaga-sensei sighs softly as he leans back into his seat, his eyes glancing over at his student that was clearly battling to stay alive. Guilt started to eat him from the inside out, since this was technically his fault. Sure, everyone knows that there is no way that you can go on a mission without enduring some casualties. But the fact is that this was not what he had expected for the outcome to be.. “I am going to kill them myself.”

“G-Gojo-san!” Ijichi hissed out as he glances over at the white haired shaman in the room with wide eyes, the man having been leaning against the wall opposite from the hospital bed with his arms crossed over his chest. His head was tipped forward with an almost too casual expression on his face, yet anyone can tell the barely suppressed anger that lurked underneath. An anger that was only a few moments away from exploding. “You can’t - don’t say things like that!”

“And you expect me to sit back as they failed to save the children?” Gojo asks in a loud voice, effectively squashing whatever confidence Ijichi had built up inside of him. The hand that was resting arm tightened, the veins at the back of his pale hands started to protrude out as Gojo’s anger started to show itself. “I need a good explanation on how their incompetency put our student in this state. 5 First Grades against 3 Special Grade Curses? With 7 talented students by their side and they still can’t handle it? Give me a fucking break.”

“Not everyone can be like you, Satoru.” Yaga-sensei finally mumbles out as he rests his forehead into his hand, fingers pinching at the space between his eyes tiredly. “If anything, it was my fault. I had underestimated the brains of the Finger Bearers, and because of that, all my calculations were wrong. I put retrieving the fingers over numbers. So if you want to find someone to be angry to, the blame is on me.”

The room went quiet after Yaga’s explanation, both Ijichi and Shoko sharing a caution look before casting a glance over at the blindfolded man. After a few tensed moments Gojo pushed himself off the wall and walked out of the hospital room without another word, closing the door behind him quietly; a stark contrast to his usual habit of either slamming the shoji doors too hard, or leaving it open completely.

That out of character move definitely had Shoko sighing in concern. “That idiot...I hope he’s not going to do anything stupid.” She mumbles softly before she turned back to face the young girl laying on the bed, quietly reaching over to brush her fingers through the soft strands that had fallen over Y/N sleeping face. “You better wake up soon, sweetheart...I worry that this might finally push him over the edge.”

Occupying each seat outside of the small waiting area in the infirmary were the other students; wounds bandaged, yet their anxiety was palpable in the air. They had heard what had happened, yet were sheild by the other sorcerers who had called for back-up. Last they heard of Y/N was a scream before what sounded like a building collasping. “Do you think Y/N-senpai is alright?”

Yuji was the first one who dared to break the silence, glancing up from his clenched hands before him to glance at the others. “I mean...it must have been bad, since she was charted off as soon as back up arrived.” Yuji mutters softly as he tightened his fingers together, trying to stop them from shaking. He felt awful - if only he had spared a few seconds to glance over at his senpai, maybe she wouldn’t be in the condition she’s in now. “It’s not every day you’re rushed straight to Ieiri-sensei’s office...”

“...If there is one idiot who can pull through, it’ll be her,” Maki mumbles out quietly after awhile, looking away from her kouhai to stare down at the wooden floors of the building they were in. “Even if it’s bad, she always pulls through it...there is no reason why she can’t do it this time.” She mutters softly just as a pair of footsteps came towards them, causing everyone to look up at the approaching figure. 

Gojo paused when he spotted the others, the question they wanted to ask was clear as day. And for once, Gojo wished that he was able to reassure them like he always does. For him to be able to put up the act that everything was alright, that everyone will be okay. 

But he knew that it’ll do no justice if he did. “Is she...is she alright?”

The question that fell from Yuta’s mouth was left hanging in the air for a few moments, the sliver of hope they had moments ago slowly dimming with each passing moment. Quietly Gojo slipped his hands into his pockets, his blindfolded eyes downcast; too scared to see their reactions. For once, he wished that he was not the one to break the news to the students. “Y/N-chan...might not recovery from this.”

His words sent shock waves through the students, yet he balled his fists up in his pockets to continue with what he had to say. “She hit her head too hard...and if she was not subconsciously protecting herself with Cursed Energy all the time, the impact would have caused her skull to crack in two on impact. But it still took a lot out of her person, and Shoko said that-”

The sound of a metal chair being thrown backwards echoed across the room, causing Gojo to look up just in time to see Yuta standing up with wide eyes as he hastily tried to calm his friend. “Maki, you need to calm down.” He tried to reason with the girl, who had her backed turn to the group, her hands shoved deep into the pockets of her jacket. “This isn’t your fault-” Yuta tried to reason, only to pause when Maki just silently started to walk away, leaving with no more but a loud slam of the main door that echoed down the hallway once more. 

For a few moments no one said anything else, yet the first one to move was Megumi; who turned to face his sensei. “Can we visit her?” He mumbled out quietly, to which Gojo just glanced over at him with a slightly raised eyebrow. “Usually people talk to someone who is in a coma. Might jolt them awake or give them encouragement to fight harder...I am sure Y/N-senpai will get lonely if no one visited her..”

“Why not?” Gojo said after a few moments of thought, giving his students what he hope was a reassuring smile as he turns a little; nodding down the hallway. “Shoko managed to stabalise her condition. Just make sure to sanatise your hands at the door.”

Quietly the group of students followed behind their silent sensei, keeping close to one another as if they were trying to give each other comfort. The walk to the room seemed too far, the door seeming to grow further and further away from them with each step. It was if it was trying to stop them from seeing the truth; yet they didn’t stop. Yet soon they found themselves standing before the smooth door; the single grey name plaque with her name written in black resting in the silver plaque holder. “Right, here we are.”

After everyone was handed a blob of hand sanitiser and had wiped it onto their skin, the small group entered after a quiet knock to the door. “Y/N-chan, I’ve returned with the others...minus one, that is.” Gojo hummed out in delight as he made his way towards the bed, a silent gesture for the others to do the same. “You know Maki-chan though. Once she finishes beating herself up, she’ll come running back. She always does~”

Quietly the others made their way into the room, eyes scanning over the beeping machines and many wires connected to the sleeping girl. “Y/N...senpai..” Nobara mumbles out in shock, her eyes resting the ventilator; not believing that a girl that was bounding about the college earlier today now needed help to do something as simple as breathing. “No way...there is...”

A warm hand rest on the top of her head, Megumi quietly giving her a form of comfort whilst his wide eyes stared at the bed before him in shock. No one dared take a step forward, like they were standing on the other side of a fragile glass bridge that was moments away from breaking. “Y/N..”

Gojo felt the hole started to eat inside of him as he watches how his students were staring at their fellow classmate in shock. Quietly he settled down in the only seat at the corner of the room, watching from the shadows at how the others will react to seeing her in such a state. The first person to snap out of it was Yuta, who quietly places a hand on Toge’s shoulders before giving it a light squeeze. “Shall we go and say hello?” 

Quietly Yuta made his way towards the bed, only to hesitate one step away from grabbing onto her hand. He stared at the frail hand, a simple IV needle carefully taped on the back of her palm for a few moments; a clear look of uncertainty on his face. Yet he took a deep breath, and with a trembling hand, carefully took Y/N’s cold hand in his. “I...Hi, Y/N...” Yuta mumbles quietly into the hospital room, voice barely heard over the constant beeping of the heart monitor. “Sorry...we took awhile to visit...and sorry that Maki isn’t here...I am sure she’ll drop by when she is ready though.”

The only response he got was the sound of the steady beep of the heart monitor, to which he just tighten his grip ever so slightly on Y/N’s unmoving hand. He could hear the soft giggle that Y/N would let out at his words, and if he felt tears welling up in his eyes as he hears her voice bouncing around inside his head.

“It’s alright, Yuta-san! I am sure you were busy before that. And I know Maki-chan will come after you leave - but you didn’t hear that secret from me~”

The silence of the hospital room made Yuta sick to the stomach, the idea that he might never hear Y/N’s voice again started to really sink in. Her usually warm and familiar touch felt cold and lifeless, causing Yuta to carefully tuck her hand underneath her hospital blanket; as if he was trying to warm it up once more. “I...I am going to go grab her favourite stuffed animal from her room. I am sure she’d love to have something of comfort whilst she’s here...if you’ll excuse me.”

Without another word Yuta just walked out of the room quietly, Yuji being the only one turning to watch his senpai leave with a look of concern. Out of everyone Yuji was definitely the one who seemed to be able to hold himself together the most, so it was no surprise when he was the one that went next. “Yo, Y/N-senpai,” Yuji greeted quietly as he walked towards the hospital bed, easily dodging all the wires and such. After all, this wasn’t his first time visiting someone he cares for in the hospital. “Can you hear me? I hope you can - or not Fushiguro might lecture me for being loud.”

The other sorcerer couldn’t even find his voice whilst Yuji continues on; his voice soft yet soothing as he looks down at his senpai with nothing more but a soft smile. “I know you’re trying your hardest go come back to us, and you’d probably tell us that we’re not the ones to blame. That you’re a big girl now, and things like this happen all the time.” Yuji continues, the only indication to his change of mood was the slight quiver that was hard to hide. Yet Yuji continued on anyway. “I hope you know we miss you...and we’re worried sick that you’re in the state you are now. But I know that you need some time to rest up, and soon you’ll be back on your feet again, right? ‘Cause..b-because that’s how you’ve always been.”

Silence enveloped the room once more, with Yuji just not sure on what else to say to her as he stared at her pale face. The other three in the room sort of just huddled together, all of them unsure of what to say to her. They weren’t the best with emotional words - beside Toge, who usually doesn’t use words at all - so asking them to keep their tone in check whilst referring to their unconscious classmate is a little too much for them.

So after awhile Yuji decided to lead them out of the hospital room, giving Gojo a parting smile before he closes the door behind him. Leaving him alone as he stared at the slumbering figure of his student as he rests his elbows on his parted knees. Quietly he rests his head in his hands, eyes closed as he tried to push back the light migraine that was coming on. He hates that it is his duty to break the news to the others - her parents, her elders. Heck, he has to give a call to Nanami and Utahime to tell them the bad news. 

If it was anything else, he wound be more than excited to blow their phones up. But this? He wishes that the duty was handed to someone else - because he himself doesn’t even believe that this was happening in the first place. 

He wishes that this was all just a terrible nightmare.

Maki quietly pushed the window open as she climbed in from the roof, the doors of halls of the infirmary long going silent; cicadas chirping away in the night sky. Maki quietly stuffed her hands into the pockets of her hoodie, eyes racking over Y/N’s sleeping form, to the amount of machines that were working by her side to make sure that she’s alive. “Hey, idiot...I’ve arrived.”

Quietly she made her way towards Y/N’s bedside, her eyes clouding over with an unreadable emotion. If she was being honest, she didn’t know how to react right now. On one hand, she was pissed - she is pissed off because she could have done something to help Y/N. Maybe if she was just faster, just a bit more aware, maybe if she was training to try harder. Maybe if she can just try harder-

A loud slap sounded across the room, Maki having pulled her hand out of her pocket to slap across her cheek hard to snap out of the spiraling thoughts. The burning sting on her cheek reminded her to return to reality before she started to trash the room out of anger, something that she and Y/N had been working on for some time now. Y/N would always say, “You should never turn to anger and violence to deal with your issues!”

Maki wonders what her reaction would be if she had saw Maki slapping herself so hard that there was a light handprint on the side of her cheek. “You’re so annoying, you know that?”

With a tired sigh Maki settled down in the seat that Gojo had occupied earlier in the day, keeping her eyes on the steady heart monitor; her eyes following the spike that indicates the faint heartbeat of Y/N. “Who the hell knew that it took an entire building to really get you hurt.” Maki sigh as she tore her eyes away from the screen, looking down at her boots quietly; examining all the scuffs and scratches on marring the smooth leather. “Call me stupid, but I really thought that it’d take more than that. Remember when you had jumped out the window of the 10th floor and left with no more but a bruise? You were crying about it ‘cause you couldn’t wear dresses for about 2 weeks.”

Maki let out a tired laugh at the memory of finding Yuta trying to reassure a crying Y/N when she found the bruise on her knee; Yuta just patting her head with the most amused look on his face whilst she cried her eyes out at the idea that she can’t wear her cute dresses until it cleared up. “Imagine what will happen when you wake up from this? God, that is going to be a pain.”

A soft sigh left Maki’s lips as she glances over at the stuffed sheep that Yuta had brought from her room; along with a few more random stuffed animals that surrounded her head like a halo. This caused her to smile sadly as she rests her head on her shoulder, watching her for a few minutes without saying anything. Maki had always been bad with words and emotions; with all the things she had gone through when she was younger. Wording how she feels and emotions are not Maki’s favourite thing to deal with, since she wants to keep this badass, strong woman front she has on all the time to prove something to her elders.

“You better wake up from this, or not I am going to kick your ass.” Maki mutters after a few moments, getting up with a tired sigh before she casts her another glance at Y/N. Without missing a beat, she reaches over to brush strands of hair away from her face, warm hand resting on her head for a few moments before she places a few parting pats on her head; something she had always done when she needs to leave for a mission or a meeting outside of school. 

“‘Night, brat. Wake up soon, okay?” Maki mutters, and with a final sigh she made her way towards the window she climbed in once more, quietly shutting it behind her after she hauled herself over the railing. It was only in the dead of the night that Maki quietly lets her tears fall, biting her lip hard to stop whatever sounds that were threatening to leave her lips. 

Because at the end of the day she is stubborn, and refuses to believe that this might be her new reality.

A week had passed since the day that the others found out that Y/N had fallen into a coma of a sorts, and everyone would visit at least once just to see if there is any sight of change. That there might be a sign that she was going to wake up soon. And there were slight changes; a few days after she had been admitted she was allowed to get off the ventilator and rely on oxygen instead. But she was still in bad shape.

Nanami tries to make time to drop by to visit as well, coming over to quietly read pages of the book that he was reading. Whenever Y/N was sick, she would call Nanami over the phone and ask if the man can read to her; something about how she finds comfort in his voice that puts her at ease. And since Ieiri had encouraged them to talk to her more for stimulation, Nanami takes the time to read to her after a long day of work. It brought him some comfort as well, listening to the constant beeping of the heart monitor and the humming of the other machines around her.

Gojo would sometimes drop by as well, only to berate Nanami for his ‘boring’ book choices; and an unconscious Y/N has to endure two adults arguing about book choices and how Gojo’s titles are definitely not appropriate to even bring onto school grounds.

Besides the occasional argument, sometimes Gojo will prop his phone up against a vase of flowers that Yuji brings so that Utahime can FaceTime him; the students from the Kyoto side being able to see and talk to the slumbering Y/N. For the most part, everyone was shocked that she was in the state she was in; having never expected such a bright and talkative person can fall into such a state.

The most distraught one was definitely Todo, who had almost jumped out of his seat and make a full on dash towards Tokyo if it wasn’t for Noritoshi and Mai joining together to restrain the man, along with Principal Gakuganji threating to hold him back from their planned trip to Tokyo the following week that had him calming down.

But barely - the man is still more than ready to just up and run across the country just so he can be closer to his ‘beloved Y/N-chan’.

Every day, without fail, Toge will come into her hospital room with a new accessory to pull her hair back into; carefully brushing her hair out and applying dry shampoo so it wasn’t greasy to the touch. Once he was satisifed he’d carefully style her hair back so it didn’t get in the way of her checkups, taking his time with everything so he gets to spend more time with her. He doesn’t say much, he usually finds that doesn’t whenever he is around her; so he takes his time when he does her hair in hopes that she can feel that he is there for her.

Yuta and Megumi will find time after classes to go and visit her together, telling her about everything that had happened whilst she is asleep. Sometimes Nobara will visit as well, must for the most time she’d come alone in the evening after dinner to just rant to her about everything that she found annoying that happened over the day. Nobara usually stay until Ieiri comes to kick her out, hoping that Maki might come in as well to visit Y/N.

But Maki never does - yet everyone knows that Maki finds the time in her day to go and visit her like everyone else. However, no one dared to ask her how or when she does it. They’ve accepted that it was probably a sensitive subject to her, and that it’s off limits to ask her unless you want her to ignore you for the rest of the day. Gojo had learnt it the hard way when he had teased her, only to be thrown out the window of their classroom by an annoyed Maki.

Even his Infinity is no match for that woman’s wrath.

Days soon led into weeks, with slow but not so encouraging signs of improvement from the young girl. The elders of her clan and her parents had visited the college as soon as they can, and had kept tabs with every single thing that is going on with her. There was no denying the fear of her suddenly relapsing once more, and soon it will become too much for her parents to bear. The idea of keeping Y/N around, knowing that she is in so much pain, just for their selfish want of keeping her alive was a reality they want to avoid. 

The once vibrant and lively campus soon turned gloomy; the hallways of the school quiet without the familiar sound of bunny-themed slippers running across its worn-out flooring. The chime of a familiar giggle was missing in the air, along with a dreamy voice that just never seems to stop; no matter what time of the day it is. There were days where the others forget that Y/N was not there to make dinner for the night, or she wasn’t there when they want to ask her opinion about something. Her room, which once served as a sanctuary for the students who can’t sleep at night, now became too painful to even walk past on certain days.

Yet everyone tried their hardest to go on with their days, knowing that it was what Y/N wanted them to do. If they were to allow their grief to consume them whole, they knew the delicate routine they had rebuilt would crumble before them. And if there is one thing they can do to keep Y/N’s memory alive, is to live their lives to the fullest. To try and cherish each and every day, no matter how painful reality is without her by their side.

They have to try, for her sake.

It wasn’t until a month passed when Yuta had came running into the lunch hall, looking like he had seen a ghost as he tried to catch his breath. “Okkotsu-senpai?” Megumi asks in concern as he looks over at the older man, putting his tray down to try and give his panting senpai a hand. “Are you-” He asked, only to have Yuta put a hand up to stop him as he took a few deep gulps of air.

“A-Awake...Y/N...Y/N is awake.”

Within a few seconds the students were sprinting across campus, none of them believing what Yuta had said until they have see it for themselves. What is usually a 10 minute walk from the lunch hall took about four minutes with them sprinting, possibly annoying half of the cleaners of the school that they were breaking the no running rule. Yet they didn’t stop even at their annoyed outcries, the simple wooden door of the infirmary almost coming off its hinges at how hard Maki had thrown it open.

Maki was the one who pushed the hospital room door open, causing the people in the room to jump in shock. Including Y/N, who had let out a soft squeak of shock; her voice hoarse from not using it for so long. The others blinked in shock at the sight of Y/N’s bright eyes meeting theirs at the doorway, ones that blinked before she gave them the biggest smile she can muster.

“H-Hi.” Y/N mumbles softly, to which Nanami just gave her a rare smile as he gently rubs her back, Gojo smirking softly as he recorded the reactions of the others by the door. He had gotten over the shock a few moments ago. “Don’t strain yourself, Y/N-chan. Remember what Ieiri-sensei said about straining your voice.” The blonde man hummed before he turned his blue eyes over at the shocked students as well. “And that goes to you too. If you all stress her out, I am not against tossing you all out.”

Y/N made a noise and turned to try and reassure the older man, not noticing how the others were staring at her in shock. The first person to move was Maki, whose eyes look suspicious wet as she stormed into the room. “I am going to kill you.” She growled out loudly, to which Y/N jumped before she held her arms out for protection; feeling a shiver of fear go up her spine. Yet before she can make a move to stop her, Maki suddenly wrapped her up in a hug, the arms that Y/N held out to try and pacify her angry classmate freezing from the unnatural reaction from Maki.

Y/N blinks for a few moments before she smiles softly and wraps Maki up in her arms as well, gently patting her head as Maki silently wets her shoulder with her tears. “I know.” Y/N mumbles out softly before her eyes met the others, giving them a soft smile as she gently gestures to the others to enter her room. Soon there was just a huge ball of crying teenagers hugging one another on Y/N’s hospital bed; Gojo and Nanami having moved aside to give them more space for their reunion as they watched on from the other side of the room. “Should we stop them?”

“Nah, we might get murdered if we try.” Gojo said with a hum as he grins over the sound of intelligible crying, looking over at Nanami who had a ghost of a smile on his lips at the sight. “Besides, this is great content. I never had a video of Maki crying before.” Gojo admitted, to which Nanami’s smile dropped as he looked over at him in annoyance. 

“Why am I not surprised at all?”

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Wait

A Part II to Threshold

Tsukishima x reader

Word Count: 1.8k

Author's Note: More Angst, but with a happier ending. Feedback is appreciated!

Warnings: mention of verbal abuse; mention of emotional abuse; alcohol consumption; let me know if I missed something and I'll add it

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The period after a break-up has never been easy for you, and this one would surely be the one that you wouldn’t recover from. It had been a few months since you packed up and left Tsukishima all alone without an explanation. But the more you thought about it, the more evident it was that the signs were all there. And Tsukishima is a smart guy, you figured he could put two and two together. The arguing, the avoidance, the non-existent intimacy. He had to have known it was only a matter of time. He had to have known. He had to.

When you left, you tried to take everything of yours and leave everything of his. Even his old jersey he had gifted to you. You loved that jersey. It was such a thoughtful gift and in his own way, it was an act of love. You knew he loved when you wore it to games and everyone saw you wearing his name. He would always encompass you in a sweaty hug after the game and you reveled in it. Now, you can’t even watch him play anymore. You tried to watch a televised game once and had to turn it off before the first set even finished. It was too much for you. In fact, a lot of your daily routine was almost too much for you. Change was hard and you were still trying to get used to your new way of life. You avoided many of your favorite places in fear that you would bump into him. You honestly didn’t know how you could face him after everything.

“C’mon, ______. It’s been three months. Lingering on this isn’t helping you at all. Come with me to the arcade bar!” Your overly eager friend pushed.

“You know I can’t. What if I-”

“What if? What if what? You bump into him? There’s no rule that says you have to talk to him or that you even owe him an explanation. You can’t keep punishing yourself and depriving yourself of fun. You can’t live your life based on the “what ifs”. Start living by the “why nots”. Now, why not put on your favorite outfit and why not just come out with meeeeeeeeee.”

The more you thought about it, the more you couldn’t really fault their reasoning. It had been months since you had gone out and attempted to have fun.

You sighed with a smile, “I suppose you're right. I can be ready in 20.”

You were a ball of anxious energy until you finally reached your destination. An arcade bar was a pretty low key place. You could immerse yourself in a game and shut everyone out. It was a start anyway. You ordered your favorite drink at the bar and then went to find a game that was secluded in a corner. Galaga was the game you decided on as it seemed simple enough. The nice thing was that the bar was fairly empty so you didn’t have to worry about someone jumping in on the game when you went to get another drink. You were so focused on the game that you didn’t notice a tall figure occupying the game next to you. Once you lost your last life, the screen popped up that you had just earned the highest score.

“You’re pretty good at that game,” a familiar voice startled you. Your whole body froze up, your heart leapt up into your throat, you could feel the heat rushing to your cheeks. Was it the alcohol or the extreme guilt surging through your body? A combination of both you decided.

You turned to the figure standing next to you. It was hard to breathe, let alone form words.

“Tsukki-” you squeaked out in a little more than a whisper. Heart threatening to pound out of your chest, you turned fast on your heel.

“Wait,” he reached out and grabbed your wrist. The action caused you to stop and stare at his hand. “Sorry,” he said as he let go, “I just-I saw you and I...you...Can we go somewhere to talk?”

“We can talk right here,” your voice hoarse as though you’ve been yelling for hours.

“______, I’m not going to talk about what happened right here. We can-”

“If you want to talk, then we can do it right here. And if you’re going to make any snide comments or demean me, then I’m just going to walk out.” You weren’t sure where this surge of confidence came from, but you were grateful that it happened.

Tsukishima put his hands up, “I promise that is not why I came over here. And you have every right to walk away if I say something that offends you.” He lowered his hands down to his side, stuffing them into his pockets. “______, why? Why just walk away without saying anything?”

“You had to have known something was wrong between us, Tsukishima. The constant fights, the way you avoided me, the way you talked to me like I was a piece of garbage. I tried to bring it up, but you put up your walls and kept me out. One of us was going to leave eventually. And I don’t know if I could have handled walking into a half empty apartment. You’re stronger than I am, always have been. I figured it wouldn’t be as hard for you to adjust to it,” you stammered as you struggled to form coherent sentences.

He closed his eyes for a few seconds before taking a deep breath and staring at you. “Ever since you left, I realized you mean more to me than anything else in this world. ______, I was an idiot. Still am, probably. I’ve had a lot of time to think. I was wrong. For many things. Insulting you. Ignoring you. Letting you think you were all alone in a place where you should have felt at home.”

He paused, a slight red brushing across his cheeks and the tips of his ears. “But I think the worst thing I did was keep my walls up while you broke yours down for me. I took for granted your love for me, and for that I was wrong.” He slammed his eyes shut and for a moment, it looked as though there were tears forming along his lids.

A moment of silence passed.

“______, you’re the best thing I never knew I needed. Please, can we try this again?”

“You don’t need me, Tsukishima. You never have, so why would we start now?”

For a slight moment, you catch a glimmer of desperation on his face.

“Maybe you’re right. I don’t need you, just like you don’t need me,” the words burned your heart hearing them come from his mouth. “But, ______,” he grabbed your hands. “I want you to be with me. I want you to be the one who comes to see me for lunch at work. I want you to be the one who greets me at the front door. The one who presses up against my back in the middle of the night. The one who I kiss goodbye to in the morning. I want it to be you who wears my jersey and cheers for me. Please, I just want you back,” his voice cracked.

You were taken aback. This is not what you were expecting from him.

“What happens when I mess up or we have a disagreement? Are you going to shut me out and we’ll just have a repeat of the last three months of our relationship? As much as I want the good times with you back, I don’t think I can handle anymore of the bad times. Do you know how hard it is to hear the person you love belittle and berate you? All I ever wanted was to make you happy, and I’m not sure I can do that anymore. I-I’m sorry,” you let your hands fall from his and move to walk past him.

He doesn’t try to stop you this time. He only stares at the floor with his head down. You walked past several arcade games before turning around once more to look at him.

“He’s trying, ______,” Tadashi leaned over to you. You didn’t even realize he was here, too. ‘He’s been working on it. He talks about you every day and what he would do if he could just have another chance with you. I’m not saying he deserves another chance, that’s ultimately up to you. I think you leaving really opened his eyes to what he had and just how badly he messed up.”

Tadashi's words seem to resonate with you. He has no reason to lie to you. He's always been a good friend to you. You stare at the back of Tsukishima's head for a good 30 seconds.

“I still love him,” you whispered as tears started to fall from your face. He was still standing in the same spot, opening and closing his fists. You took a deep breath and walked back over to him.

“Tsukishima,” you placed your hand on his elbow. “Tsukishima, I still love you. After everything, I still love you. What’s that stupid saying “if you love something let it go and” ugh, I can never remember the last part.”

“If it comes back it’s yours forever?”

“Yeah, that. I don’t know if I can promise forever. But I can promise to give you my best, if you promise to give me your best. And when we’re at our worst, we try to work through it together. We might have to take this slow to build up what we used to have. But, I’m willing if you’re willing. Why not?”

Tsukishima wrapped you up and buried his face in the top of your hair.

A wave of relief washed over you and peace was what you felt at the moment.

“I love you, ______.”

You texted your friend to let them know that you were leaving and thanks for the afternoon outing.

“You wanna come back to my place and watch a movie?” You asked Tsukki as you both walked out of the bar.

“I would like to, but I already told Yamaguchi I’d hang out with him today.”

“Hm, that’s too bad. I saw that they’re streaming the Jurassic Park Trilogy. Maybe another time, then?” You said as you continued walking. “Um, text me later if you want.”

He stopped in his tracks and pulled out his phone, “Well, I guess Yamaguchi will have to accept a rain check from me this time. He’ll understand.”

His long legs made quick work of catching back up to you. He ever so delicately interlocked his fingers with yours as you continued to your apartment.

Something about him was different. It was too soon to tell if it was a good kind of different, but you were willing to get acquainted with him again to find out.

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He Makes You Feel Insecure ~ Gajeel

A/N: Here is the Gajeel one! Thank you for all the support once again! Let me know for who you want me to write for next or if you have another request please don’t hesitate to ask!

warnings: insecurities (he makes you feel naive), cursing

genre: angst to fluff 

Other Versions:

Gray ~ Laxus ~ Cobra/Erik ~ Bickslow ~ Natsu  ~ Jellal ~ Freed ~ Sting ~ Rogue

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"Thank you! Have a great day!" You told your last customer as four o'clock rolled around.You headed to the front of the bakery and turned the sign around, signalling that you were now closed.

You swept the floor and prepped everything you'll need to do the next morning before opening, making it nearly five when you were done.You sighed as you smiled happily at the now clean again shop. You whipped your hand on the apron before untying it and hanging it in its rightful place. You removed the hair tie from your hair and shook out your locks. You grabbed your stuff and headed out of your bakery.

A smaller boy ran up to you, his eyes wide in fear and his shirt had a lot of holes in it "please, miss, you have to help me, my dad-"

The boy was on the verge of tears and even though you didn't have much magic yourself, you weren't planning on ignoring the upset youngster who clearly needed help.

You let the boy drag you to a more dark alley where you had to squint your eyes to make anything out. 

"Where is your father-" you gasped as you felt the cold and sharp metal of a knife pressed against your throat.You looked as another man gave the little boy a couple of golden coins before he ran off, never even once looking back at you.

"You can take my money, I don't have anything else that's valuable," you said trying to cooperate.

"We are not here for your money. We are here for revenge on that boyfriend of yours" the man in front of you said.

You knew Gajeel wasn't the easiest person to get along with from time to time, and you knew he had stepped on multiple toes in the past, but you wondered what he could've done that they would want to kill you in revenge.

You needed to get out of the deserted alley and get somehow on the main street. That way you could get someone's attention, and they could get someone from the guild.Your levitation magic could fling the knife forward in the man, that stood before you, his foot. This will catch him off guard and not pay attention to you. Meanwhile, you'll elbow the man that held the knife in his liver. This will distract them both for a couple of seconds, leaving you to run back to the main street.

That's exactly what you did. They both clutched their respective places where you had hurt them, making it the perfect opportunity for you to run. You weren't really fast, so you knew you didn't have much time before they'd catch up with you, but you hoped it was enough for someone to come help.

"Somebody help!" You screamed once you left the dark alley, your feet crashing loudly against the pavement as it dragged your body further in the open.

"You fucking bitch" as you predicted, one of the men had already caught up to you.

"I dare you to say that again" you heard an all too familiar voice.The man let you go, making you able to turn around and look at your boyfriend who had already captured the other guy.

"Let's go, (Y/N)" Panther Lilly appeared beside you, making you visibly relax, knowing those two wouldn't let anyone lay even a finger on you.You obeyed as you let him pick you up and bring you somewhere safer.It didn't take long before Gajeel joined you too. 

"Gajeel, I'm-" 

"What the hell, (Y/N)?" He cut you off as he crossed his arms in front of him, looking at you for an explanation as to how you got in the situation.

"There was this young boy, and he looked really upset, so I wanted to help and-" you explained in a rush, but you got once again cut off mid-sentence.

"So you were fucking naïve again. When are you gonna get it through your thick skull that you can't trust anybody? I ain't gonna be here every time to safe your sorry ass when you get yourself in trouble because you desperately want to believe in the good in people." He exclaimed, rage dancing in his red irises.

"That's enough, Gajeel" Phanter Lilly stepped in as he saw you trembling body and how you were doing everything you could to hold back the tears.

"Whatever, get her home, Lilly. I'm gonna deal with these guys." With that Gajeel left, leaving you and the Exceed in a tense silence.

"Come on, let's get you home," he said softly as he placed his paw on your back, guiding you through the familiar streets back to the place you call home.

"He didn't mean it that way" Phanter Lilly said as you both stood outside your door.

"He's right though" your voice cracked as you grabbed your doorknob. A small smile appeared on your face along with the tears you couldn't hold in any longer "I'll be fine, thank you for walking me home, Lilly."

You opened the door and quickly closed it before he could say another word about what just happened.

Once you heard the Exceed's footsteps retreat, you let yourself fully break down. Thinking about the traumatic experience you just had. Gajeel was right if you couldn't even trust a little boy, how were you supposed to trust anyone else?

Gajeel often passed by your bakery, making sure you were doing okay and no more bad guys were lurking around, ready to snatch you away from him.

A week past and you had never once shown up at your job. The iron dragon slayer shrugged it off as you just needing some time to progress everything that had happened, but when the end of week two rolled around, he knew something was definitely up.1

He knocked on your door and waited anxiously for you to answer. He should've checked up on you sooner, but he didn't have the guts to do so.

You shuffled from your couch to the front door and looked through the peephole.

"(Y/N)? I know you're in front of the door, let me in" he sighed in relief when he heard your feet come closer.

"How do I know you're the real Gajeel?" You asked, taking him by surprise.

"What the... If you don't open this door right now, I won't hesitate to break it down" he threatened, but you stayed silent on your end making him huff "Fine if I were an imposter, how would I know that you have a diamond-shaped birthmark on your-"

"Alright! Alright, it's you!" you exclaimed as you opened the door, dragging the smirking man inside, before closing and locking it again. You crossed your arms in front of your chest "what do you want"

"I see you haven't opened the bakery in two weeks," he said to which you raised an eyebrow "so?"

"So" he mimicked your sassy tone "what's up with that?"

"Guess I don't feel safe there any more" you just shrugged.He frowned at your answer "Lilly or I could keep watch if you want"

"What if one of my customers comes in a threatens me there without you two knowing" you retorted, already dismissing his idea.

"Okay, what is going on, since when are you so paranoid?" He asked.

You bit your lips as tears stung in your eyes, but you refused to let them fall "you were right that day. I am way too naïve. If I can't even see through a little boy's facade, how am I supposed to know who I can trust? You can't always be there to protect me, and I'm clearly too weak to protect myself. At least in here I know I'll be safe"

"You trusted me, didn't you? That day after my original guild got disbanded, I was alone. Everyone ignored me, yet you were the only one to stop and ask if I was okay. You convinced me to join Fairy Tail, you even convinced me to forgive Laxus after everything he had done because you saw good in him. Your good-hearted nature is what made me fall for you and is the reason I would never want anyone to hurt." He said as he took a step closer "I want nothing more in this world than for you to keep that naïve personality because your wonder and happiness that comes along with it is the most beautiful thing to exist."

"Gajeel, I-" tears threatened to spill as he hugged you close to his chest before shushing you "please, let me finish. I am deeply sorry for what I said that day. My blood ran cold when I saw you in that position. I never wanted to see your life in danger. I was angry at myself because I knew it was my fault you ended up with that knife against your throat. I took it out on you in an attempt to distance myself from you and keep you safe. I know it is not an excuse, but I wasn't thinking clearly that day. When I never saw you turn up in those two weeks, I got scared something happened to you. I wouldn't know what to do with myself if that happened. I am so sorry for what I did to you"

"You really are a teddy bear on the inside aren't you" you chuckled through your sniffles, as you clung to every word he had just said.

"Only for you" he chuckled as well as he placed a kiss on your head, still holding you tightly in his arms. "I promise I will always protect you and I will do anything, so you can keep being your naïve and goodhearted self"

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[atinydise]

Follow the rules (Part 2)

❦ Genre: Angst / Fluff / Suggestive.

❦ Pairing: Seonghwa.

❦ Word count: 1K.

❦ Requested: Don't ever believe me again when I say I'm posting something "soon" 💀Part 1

❦ Tags: @scuzmunkie, @butterfliesinthenightsky 🦋

Once again, you stared at your reflection in the dirty mirror of the theater.

You fixed your hair, removed the tiny stain of lipstick on your teeth, and shamelessly opened another button of your dress.

“You can do it, girl!” You motivated yourself. “It’s just a date! You are a pro for dates.”

It’s been 10 minutes that you were trying to spot something wrong with your outfit or just yourself.

This guy that you met at a party, invited you to several dates before, but for this one, you felt a little bit more stressed or insecure.

He was so good to you. Always funny, complimenting you when you doubt your own beauty because of these stupid “beauty standards” or always available when you need to talk.

You were diving into your thoughts, daydreaming about how this date could end when you receive a text from him asking if you were okay.

Not losing another second, you walked out of the restroom.

“Oh Y/N, are you okay? You were there for a while.” He asked, visibly worried for you.

“Yeah, there were just a few girls before me.” You lied. “Let’s go?”

He nodded and smiled.

“But first, do you want a snack or a drink?” He offered, already taking out his wallet.

“Wait, I'm paying.” You put your hand on his. “You paid for the restaurant yest-”

“Popcorn and a cold drink such as iced tea?” He asked, knowing exactly what you want.

Understanding that he would probably not give up and pay for your snacks, you simply nodded.

“Thank you again.”

“Wait for me here!” He said before running to the shop.

Seeing someone devoted to you made you happy and thankful.

“What could happen Y/N? It’s probably going to be a good date too.” You tried to reassure yourself, fixing your dress one last time.

“Y/N?”

You instinctively looked at the person next to you.

It took a few seconds to realize that the worst thing that could happen, was just there: Seonghwa.

You hated the way with simple eye contact, he made you doubt your entire existence.

Even if Seonghwa changed a bit during this last month, he was still this handsome man he used to be.

His hair was dyed in black and a bit curlier than before. He was probably working out a lot more because his figure was a tiny bit more massive.

The way his eyes were piercing and staring at your soul, gave you this warm feeling that only he can give you.

“Y/N?” He repeated.

You raised a brow to show him that he has your attention, but that you wouldn’t say anything.

“It’s been a while.”

The thought of shouting ‘you dumb or what’ or punching him right in the face, came to your mind for 2 seconds, but you decided to play it cool.

“Yeah.” You simply replied.

Seonghwa was taken aback because of these short and cold replies. You were the only one talkative among both of you.

“Hm… are we cool? Or?”

“Cool?” You repeated. “What do you mean?”

“Are you still mad at me?”

This situation was so strange to you that you pinched your hand discreetly, to be sure that you were not daydreaming or hallucinating.

“Y/N.” He called you once again.

You managed to keep your composure but hearing your name from his mouth made your knees weak a little bit more.

“Do you remember that we are not talking or seeing each other anymore?”

Seonghwa scratched the back of his head, searching for a possible excuse or explanation.

“You made it clear the last time we saw each other.” You continued. “So you don’t need to come and check after me as you care.”

“Y/N…”

“Don’t Y/N me.”

“That’s your name?” He raised a brow.

“Yeah, then don’t call me.” You gulped, realizing how dumb this was.

“Y/- I mean… Can we just talk about what happened? I know what I said was bad.”

“Bad?”

“Yes.”

“I would say painful, cold, uncomfortable, hard, unpleasant-”

“Okay okay, I got it.” He stopped you.

“No, I think you didn’t.” You started, clenching your fist to not yell at him for everything he did to you. “You literally throw me like a toy. Okay, we knew our deal, just sex, but you could have been a little- NO. A LOT nicer when you rejected me.”

“I freaked out.”

“And I don’t care.”

“Can we talk about this later? I really want to see you again.”

That was one of the things you were redoubting.

After a month, the moment you finally start to turn the page and focus again on your happiness, Seonghwa comes back.

You hated yourself for already knowing that you would run to him without any effort.

“Y/N? Is everything okay?”

You turned back and stared at Seungyeon. He looked so cute with these 2 big packs of popcorn and the drinks hanging between his fingers.

“Ah, you there.” You smiled.

Seonghwa stared at both of you, trying to know the exact situation or relationship you had with this man.

“Hello. I’m Seungyeon.” He politely bowed.

Your ex-friend and benefits didn’t even blink. He stayed there, only staring at him.

“Well… we should go. The movie is about to start soon.” You grabbed Seungyeon by the arm, making sure to help him with the drinks.

“And what about my request?” Asked Seonghwa, before you could leave.

You sighed. He wouldn’t give up so easily. He would even sit next to you during the movie for sure.

“Can you take our seats? I need to talk to him for a minute.” You simply explained, embarrassed that this situation happens during your date.

“Sure, text me if you have a problem.”

You understand well that he was bothered by you staying with a man that clearly has his effect on you. But for the sake of this date, you needed to make things clear with Seonghwa.

When Seungyeon disappeared from your eyesight, you confronted him.

“What’s your problem?”

“And who’s this guy?”

“And why are you asking as you care about who I’m dating?” You crossed your arms on your chest.

“Because you are mine.” He sighed in frustration.

“What the hell Park Seonghwa.”

“I’m the only one who is supposed to touch you.” He added.

You rolled your eyes at this comment. Of course, he was only thinking about sex.

“Well sorry, but other people don't see me as a vulgar piece of meat like you do.” You started. “Seungyeon is curious about how my day went and not about which position we are doing at night.”

“Do you sleep with him?” He stepped closer to you.

“This is none of your business.”

Seonghwa was frustrated. He ran his hand in his hair and growled something that you didn’t understand.

“So, for your request. It’s no. You told me that I’ve shouldn’t f-”

“Does he satisfy you well?”

You blink twice at this sudden question.

“I told you it’s n-”

“Does he fuck you better than me?”

He was stepping closer to you at every question. Your heart raced and your lips went dry in a second.

“Does he make these things that you love the most in bed?”

“You are being inappropriate.”

“I bet you never told him your little secrets. Like how you like to be choked. Did you tell him?”

The proximity, his perfume, or just his presence made you get a tone of flashbacks.

These times you met, how he treated you well or how he completely made you forget your own name.

“You are mine. And I don’t want anybody to touch you.” He whispered, resting his forehead on yours.

This contact made you close your eyes so you could enjoy his presence once again.

“Just ditch him…”

You shook your head, “I can’t. He’s nice to me.”

“And I am too.” He kissed your cheek.

“He’s giving me what I want.” You gently rested your palm on his torso, trying to push him a bit.

“I can give it to you too.” He slowly went to kiss your neck, your weak spot. “All night long.”

His offer was interesting, of course. But you remembered that after this “night” he wouldn’t text you or ask how your day went as Seungyeon does.

"No." You pushed him stronger this time and stepped back. “I don’t want to be a friend with benefits anymore. I just want to be a girlfriend.”

Your heart was beating so fast in your chest that you thought it would explode the next minute. Maybe it would be the time where Seonghwa would change the status of your relationship or simply disappear as he usually does.

“I just want to be special to someone and not only because I slept with them.” You added, not liking the silence that settled.

“If you want me to be yours and not only in your bed at night then say it now. Otherwise, there’s a movie which is waiting for me.”

His lips parted for a second then closed right after.

You bit the inside of your cheek and nodded. “That’s what I thought.”

You pushed his hand away from your forearm.

“Excuse me, but I have a movie to see.”

You exchanged one last stare together, then you left to join Seungyeon.

The more you walked away from him, the more you felt your heart clenching in your chest.

When the door closed behind you, you brushed off the tear which was sliding on your cheek.

“Ah you there,” smiled Seungyeon when he saw you.

“Yeah sorry. Did I miss something?”

“Nop, only ads.”

“Good.” You sat down, blinking a few times to suppress the tears.

“Are you okay?” He asked, still worried for you.

You nodded, biting your tongue.

“Yeah. I’m fine.” You whispered, taking a deep breath to forget this conversation.

When the room dimmed in the dark, you remembered that your phone wasn’t mute.

Just when you were about to turn it off, you received a text from Seonghwa.

[“Let’s finish our conversation.”]

You noticed that he didn’t write “tonight” like he usually does.

“It’s starting.” Whispered Seungyeon, when he saw you still on your phone.

“Oh, yeah. Sorry.” You apologized for not being focused.

[“K.] You replied before turning it off.

You felt bad for agreeing to meet Seonghwa while you were sitting next to someone who probably likes you.

“What I am doing...” you whispered to yourself.

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